Day: April 6, 2025

An eccentric, his name was Henry Cope.
He lived in northeast Hampshire, England
and had an obsession with the color green
and only ate green vegetables and fruits.

He dressed in green impeccably and his
apartment was painted green as well as
having a green sofa, green chairs,
green tables, a green bed and green curtains.

His two-wheeled carriage was also green
along with his riding gloves and whips.
Around his neck, he sported a green
cravat.

He was said to have lost his wits from too
much studying or from his rejection by
a beautiful woman he loved.

He is thought to have died in 1810 in
St Luke’s Hospital in Old Street London,
a hospital for “incurable pauper lunatics,”
though other theories about his death abound.

Now he is one of 12-15 ghosts alleged to
haunt Bramshill House in Hampshire, England.

Bob Boyd

The days have gotten warmer.
The sun is shining brighter.
It’s too hot to leave the windows
closed and insulated.

After I free the windows of
the insulation, open them,
and pull down the screens,
the rooms begin to breath in
the invigorating fresh air, and
my skin and mind revel in
that fresh air feeling that
I had almost forgotten about.

Bob Boyd

Her name is Claire.
She runs a YouTube
channel about
the morbid, the
mysterious and
the macabre
called Don’t Scare
Claire.

She’s English, blonde
beautiful, intelligent
and articulate.

Her Queen’s English
accent is a delight
to listen to.

Her angelic looks
seem a contradiction
to the subject
material of
her often
scary videos.

But damn she does
them so good and
her research and
presentations are
impeccable.

Watch Don’t Scare Clair,
if you dare.

Bob Boyd

To save some time, he took a shortcut through a cemetery.

A female ghost appeared in front of him and with mesmerizing eyes looked into his and stunned and froze him rendering him unable to move.

When the female ghost vanished and he regained control of his body, his body shook, his nerves were frayed, and he ran out of the cemetery. But the horror didn’t end there.

That night his body froze while he slept he saw the female ghost with the mesmerizing eyes in a dream.

This went on for three months until he lost his mind and ended his life by leaping out of the window of his sixth floor apartment and joining the female ghost in death.

And now with mesmerizing eyes he wanders the cemetery with her every single night.

Bob Boyd

Maybe it sounds strange, but to me cemeteries
are places of peace. I don’t make it a habit of
visiting them. I haven’t been to one in years and
will probably never visit one again in my life.

But the times I’ve visited them I always felt a
sense of peace, sometimes sadness. The
sadness was when I would see tombstones
of children who never had a chance to really live.

Once while on a hike, I found an old abandoned
cemetery in a forest. The markers were worn
and barely readable, and I remember some
of the deceased had been born in the 1800s.

Though I don’t consider myself superstitious,
I wouldn’t find cemeteries peaceful at night.
I’d be too creeped out and a little fearful.
Maybe I’ve seen too many horror movies.

Bob Boyd