The stories in this book are reprints of original Victorian era stories. They are pretty much written with the old english and can be a little hard to follow at times. I caught myself rereading a few lines to make sense of it to my brain. Don't get me wrong the stories are great, spooky, and eerie, you just have to pay a bit more attention while reading. The stories are short, there are 7 stories in the book. The stories are written by people like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Charles Dickens and more. I personally think they left the best for last I liked The screaming Skull by F. Marion Crawford the most out of the 7 stories. They were all great though.
I received this book from the Author or Publisher via Netgalley.com to read and review.
Weird Hauntings is a book of true ghost stories. There are many stories in here from different states. Where the paranormal occurrences happen are varied.
Some stories are just about people feeling someone there or hear noises. Other stories are pretty creepy and go beyond just noises, like what Steven LaChance experienced with his family.
I enjoyed this a lot. I'd recommend this to anyone who loves reading true ghost stories.
I thought I was totally mellow, that it wouldn't be a big deal to go without internet for a week. After all, I thought, I have my phone and I can always look things up there. Except of course I forgot the whole "you only have 2gb per month" thing, and because it's easy to let that amount slip away, I became miserly. No video, no audio, no new podcasts - the short version of all this is that it's been REALLY emphasized to me how much I do that requires being online. And now I'm very aware of how many times while I'm reading I usually google something I want to know more about. Not all of that internet use is entertainment related - several things related to info and bills is much easier to deal with online, especially when you compare it to the phone versions of the websites.
Anyway, the past week(ish) has been all over the place reading-wise. (Linked the covers so you'll have an idea of the content - yes, I am currently too lazy to list them.) Graphic novels via Humble Bundle (I now have a passel o' Transformers stories, heh) only for home (they need a full screen and color) and then only my ebooks for the daily commute. I've been bouncing around in various ebooks, especially if reading any one is making me sleepy. Way too easy to fall asleep on a train. And it's not so much that any book is dull, it's just perhaps that page or that subject, plus the train moving steadily, plus it being earlier than 7am - you get the idea.
Another problem is that the cold weather has made me want to be in bed under my electric blanket (I love that thing way too much), which has for once in my life made reading in bed terrible. Apparently me + heated blanket = instant brain torpor, and I can't read more than a paragraph (or hear a few minutes of a podcast) before I'm out.
Anyway, today was the first day of internet in the apartment. Since I had to take the day off to be here I had this goofy idea that I'd go grocery shop, etc. once I got back online. Then it decided to do that rain/snow thing in the morning. Bleh. Stayed happily inside and did laundry. And read at all sorts of websites. But now the fun decision - Netflix, or more web-reading, or...well that electric blanket is very comfy. Yes, even though I now have the 'net, the siren blanket calls to me. (I like to set it on high to preheat, then lower it to the bake setting.)
Have to add a humorous aside - before the install date the cable company called me to try and upsell me to cable tv since I'd only ordered internet. And I explained that no, I only had a computer and planned to keep it that way. And the guy still tried to sell me cable tv service. I had to tell him again "nope, I only have a computer. I don't see the need for a tv right now. By the way, could you confirm the times the tech is going to be here on Friday?" And nope, he couldn't. (He tried, but couldn't get his computer or the website to work. It was sad.) He did tell me twice that he was recording the call to ensure good service, so maybe someone will eventually give the poor salesfolk a better script. Because they have nothing to say to upsell you if you explain you can watch all sorts of tv (legally!) thanks to the internet.
Gutenberg link: Ghostly Tales Volume 3
This old laptop's keyboard is really driving me insane. I know, I mentioned this already, but not only does the cursor hop from the current line I'm typing back into previous paragraphs, it also has an annoying way of taking me back a page in the browser to the previous page. Which then eats my post or comment. So I'm still here, just making all kinds of curses at my laptop. If next weekend goes well I may have a new one. Hopefully. (Am trying to avoid ordering online just because shipping might mean the box would sit outside. And lately we know that'd mean the poor thing would freeze to death.)
Anyway, this story is a reread for me, but this time I'm reading it with the rest of the collection. Which means I keep thinking I've already quoted from this story - I think I have, just not here at Booklikes. Specifically this bit about the snuggery - because when it's cold outside a snuggery sounds like a lovely thing to have.
First, definition time:
Merriam Webster: chiefly British, a snug cozy place; especially : a small room
And if you want some completely weird and random links (which of course I always end up looking at):
Wicktionary - which has a few quotes from various places using the word
Wickipedia page for The Way of a Man with a Maid - which is an anonymously authored erotic novel from 1908 where a character named Jack "lures women he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber, called "The Snuggery.""
Urban Dictionary - which has taken up the word and used it to refer to sex in a snuggie. Or a group of people not having sex but all wearing snuggies. (Here's the wikipedia page for those of you who have not heard of snuggies.)
And now the quote:
"Good-natured Mrs. Julaper, the old housekeeper at Mardykes Hall, was kind to Feltram, as to all others who lay in her way and were in affliction.
She was one of those good women whom Nature provides to receive the burden of other people's secrets, as the reeds did long ago, only that no chance wind could steal them away, and send them singing into strange ears.
You may still see her snuggery in Mardykes Hall, though the housekeeper's room is now in a different part of the house.
Mrs. Julaper's room was in the oldest quarter of that old house. It was wainscoted, in black panels, up to the ceiling, which was stuccoed over in the fanciful diagrams of James the First's time. Several dingy portraits, banished from time to time from other statelier rooms, found a temporary abode in this quiet spot, where they had come finally to settle and drop out of remembrance. There is a lady in white satin and a ruff; a gentleman whose legs have faded out of view, with a peaked beard, and a hawk on his wrist. There is another in a black periwig lost in the dark background, and with a steel cuirass, the gleam of which out of the darkness strikes the eye, and a scarf is dimly discoverable across it. This is that foolish Sir Guy Mardykes, who crossed the Border and joined Dundee, and was shot through the temple at Killiecrankie and whom more prudent and whiggish scions of the Mardykes family removed forthwith from his place in the Hall, and found a retirement here, from which he has not since emerged.
At the far end of this snug room is a second door, on opening which you find yourself looking down upon the great kitchen, with a little balcony before you, from which the housekeeper used to issue her commands to the cook, and exercise a sovereign supervision.
There is a shelf on which Mrs Julaper had her Bible, her Whole Duty of Man, and her Pilgrim's Progress; and, in a file beside them, her books of housewifery, and among them volumes of MS. recipes, cookery-books, and some too on surgery and medicine, as practised by the Ladies Bountiful of the Elizabethan age, for which an antiquarian would nowadays give an eye or a hand."
In the story Mrs. Julaper proceeds to have some nice hot tea with another character in the snuggery. Which is what I'm going to think of dreamily on my commute to the train station tomorrow, assuming we can get to the metro. (Adventure! In a few weeks a greater adventure - can I get myself to the metro via bus? Suspense!)