Molly Brown House Victorian Horrors

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For my birthday my friend Judy surprised me with an adventure to the Molly Brown House.  It’s great being an almost Halloween baby.

This year’s spooky entertainment: Gaston Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera; H.G. Wells’ The Invisible Man; Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper; Sarah Orne Jewitt’s Lady Ferry; and Edgar Allen Poe’s The Cask of Amontillado.

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I wish I could have taken pictures of the actors and decorations but no pictures allowed.

The three story house is over 100 years old and many people have lived there. Margaret Brown (who became known as the “Unsinkable Molly Brown,” after surviving the sinking of the Titanic in 1912) would rent her house to wealthy families when she was out of town and she also had boarders during the lean times.  After her death the house was briefly a gentlemen’s boarding house and a home for wayward girls.

Walking through this home filled with thousands of vintage treasures you are able to lose yourself in the Victorian love of macabre and celebration of the chilling stories told this night.  The floorboards creaked during the readings and narrow steep stairways threatened to pull you down.  Faded wallpaper caress shoulders and banisters touched by hundreds now gone send shivers to your core.

I was able to take this picture of my favorite ghoul Emma.  She silently slinked around the edges of the group keeping us all herded together.

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But not all was grisly as the ghosts of the Molly Brown house only laughed at our foolishness on holding our breaths during the story telling.  The real ghosts of the Molly Brown house are former inhabitants that love the house and don’t want to leave.  They made the experience pleasantly spooky but did nothing to truly terrorize us!

I felt a warm connection with Margaret Brown and was an amazed to discover the source of that connection is that she helped found the Denver Dumb Friends League and thus my search for my next rescue puppy, Henry!

Flash Fiction Challenge Response to Nagrij

This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story.  Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday.  This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge.  We have been building on each other’s stories and here is Nagrij’s story this week:  Tuesday’s Tale

And here is my continuation of Nagrij’s story:

The hair on the back of his neck stood up just as he felt the temperature in the hallway go up.  He looked down at his temperature meter and watched as the digits climbed slowly at first and then clicked up faster and faster.  Forgetting that he had returned to the top of the stairs he stepped back, twisted ankle once again giving out, tumbling down the long flight of stairs in fear and confusion.

The creature was back, lumbering after him down the stairs, its anger creating the rising heat.  Mouth now opening and closing in a mesmerizing chewing motion, rows of teeth reaching for him as it shrieked.  When the creature shook his head to toss his long hair from his eyes he saw with a jolt of recognition that

Had to stop here as my five minutes was up so lets see what Nagrij does with this! Brouhaha!

Flash Fiction Challenge Response to Nagrij

This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story.  Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday.  This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge.  This week I wrote the next chapter to his weekly challenge Tuesday’s Tale.

Here you go Nagrij:

The hallway walls caressed the ghost hunter’s shoulders.  His bulk apparent in the creak of the old floor boards as he entered the heart of the old house.  Light bulbs changing back into candle sconces as he passed.  The dim lighting from the flames did nothing to warm the cold and his breath came in silvery whispers and frozen exhalations.

The end of the dim hallway could not be seen yet but he continued to creep forward, hoping the camera would come to life.  Looking at his watch he saw it was only 12:06, only 2 minutes had passed…

A shadow at the end of the hall was visible now, he prayed it was that intern arriving at the job late.

Flash Fiction Challenge Response to Nagrij

This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story.  Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday.  This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge.  Here is Nagrij’s story this week:  https://nagrij.wordpress.com/2016/10/04/tuesdays-tale-1042016/

Here you go Nagrij:

Racing down the hall she ran smack into the icy place.  The home of the foul entity that she now lived with.  When she moved in she had no idea of the evilness that had occurred here over the years.  She had a feeling that even with all she was able to discover she still did not know everything.

Henry, her German Shepherd dog for seven years, was right behind her.  His intense yowl raised the hair on the back of her neck.  As she turned around she saw he was looking behind them, at something unseen but clearly approaching with a cold malevolence.

Thinking to gain some strength from Henry’s presence she hugged him tightly and looked between his ears down the hall.  Somehow she now saw what Henry was able to see and knew she was in Hell.