Looking over the parapets of #Carisbooke #Castle we can see the #boneyard beyond. This castle was once the living heart of the Island, but now it is but a broken one. Windswept and grey, a hulk that has stood in one shape or another for over a millennia. 
How many have died on these walls and how many #shades stand here looking at the #graves? The #shadows of the past clinging thick with the restless dead.
#Ghost #GhostStories #Folklore #Cemetery #Folklore #MythicMonday #TombTuesday

Looking over the parapets of #Carisbooke #Castle we can see the #boneyard beyond. This castle was once the living heart of the Island, but now it is but a broken one. Windswept and grey, a hulk that has stood in one shape or another for over a millennia.

How many have died on these walls and how many #shades stand here looking at the #graves? The #shadows of the past clinging thick with the restless dead.

#Ghost #GhostStories #Folklore #Cemetery #Folklore #MythicMonday

This is #November, when the old people would gather for their early winter spells and feasts. The rituals are important to keep the Sea #Crone from unleashing her anger.

They user this charms and talismans that bring those rays of light on an otherwise angry ocean —Cunning Aunty Faith

#Winter #Sea #Folklore #Myth #MythicMonday #Magic