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Table of
Contents
Letter From The Editor
Lori Foster
Embraces Her Dark Side
Who You Gonna Call?
Honoring The Ancestors
Halloween Is Not My Bag
Irish Superstitions
Louisiana Superstitions
Spooky Doings In New
England
Crystal Healing
Food:
Evil Cookies
S'Mores Candy
Apples
A Story of
Samhain
From the Quill:
Why Paranormal?
Ghosts In
Romance
Banned Books
Week
Fiction:
Miracle
at Blood Manor
Featured Websites
From Samhain
Publishing
October e-book releases
October print releases
Now A Word
From Our Sponsors
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Louisiana Superstitions
TJ Michaels
With a gaggle of
relatives, including aunts, uncles and grandmas from
Louisiana, it was interesting growing up seeing a
mix of different religions all wrapped up together.
Though my sisters and I are first-generation
Californians, our relatives brought a bunch of their
beliefs with them when migrating from the South. As
a result, we kids were raised with a hodge-podge,
mish-mash of cultural "stuff" from food to faith.
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"The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I
pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby
Jane?" Bette Davis
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Spooky Doings in New England
Beth
"Boo" Williamson,
When I was growing up, we camped all the time, often
with family friends. A couple my parents knew quite
well were what we’d probably call ghost hunters
today. They’d go to “haunted” sites and see what
they could see, so to speak.
One such place they visited is Dudleytown. There are
many stories about this town, a Colonial-age area
that died a pretty gruesome death. There were
stories of the bride and groom that rode through on
a carriage, the Indians who were upset the town was
built upon an Indian burial ground, and the doctor
who used to do experiments on people in his
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Aye, many an odd thing occurred in Dudleytown (think Blair
Witch project) to folks that dared to spend the night there.
Even in the dead of summer, nothing grew, the trees were
bare no matter the season, no birds sang, no squirrels
chattered. It was a dead place.
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"It's Alive!"
Gene Wilder, Young Frankenstein
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Gaze Into The
World of Crystal Healing
Carolan Ivey
It’s October, and I’m missing my old house, which
had a long front porch. On Samhain, I could always
be found lining up my friends along the railing,
getting ready to give them a moonlight bath. I’d
light candles. Burn incense. Put on a Celtic music
CD.
Sigh.
Those were good times, good times.
The neighbors would
bring their children by and comment that I had the
prettiest, best-smelling Halloween decorations on
the block.
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Witches? Bats? Fake spider webs? Nah. My crystals.
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"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way
comes..." William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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In
The Pantry: Evil Cookies
J.L. Langley
About three years ago,
I got this recipe in the mail in one of those card
packets where the company tries to get you to
subscribe to their recipe cards where you receive
every month and pay for them or return them. When I
tried this particular recipe, I really liked it, but
felt it needed something. So, over the next few
months I played with it, substituting real butter
for margarine, adding cinnamon, nutmeg, etc.
Finally, I got it just right, maybe too right, and
it became known in my family as “The Evil Cookies.”
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"Have mercy on the Devil, he's a
friend of mine." Dax Riggs
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In
The Pantry:
S'Mores Candy Apples
J.C. Wilder
I *so* love candied apples. When I was a child,
every fall my parents would haul us out to the
orchard and we would pick bushels of apples. Mom
would make applesauce, pies - anything imaginable
from an apple - but my favorite was candied apples.
I mean, it is the best of both worlds, wholesome
apple and decadent caramel. |
This
recipe is a little different from the run-of-the-mill
candied apple. This decadent creation calls for marshmallows
and chocolate chips, too!
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