Month: February 2020

It is perverse to celebrate the buildings that persist through time in most English villages, but disparage stories of spirits that come with them. If a cult of half-timbered wattle and daub is worthy, so is a cultus for their phantom inhabitants. – C. Josiffe, 1935 #Ghosts https://t.co/BalDnNfsew

It is perverse to celebrate the buildings that persist through time in most English villages, but disparage stories of spirits that come with them. If a cult of half-timbered wattle and daub is worthy, so is a cultus for their phantom inhabitants. – C. Josiffe, 1935 #Ghosts pic.twitter.com/BalDnNfsew

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@Stealinghome @MariaStrutz I like to think that some churches begin to remember what they were before spire and tower, before stained glass and lectern, in these old acts.

I like to think that some churches begin to remember what they were before spire and tower, before stained glass and lectern, in these old acts.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@Stealinghome @MariaStrutz https://t.co/xzwEk0LBo4

https://t.co/xzwEk0LBo4

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@HowtheWoodMoves @HorrorWriters Well-deserved.

Well-deserved.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@Elisabe52245554 There‰Ûªs a Ghost Preservation Society In Hookland. DI Callaghan doesn‰Ûªt like them, but that‰Ûªs mainly to do with them bombing property developers, rather than their ghost preservation policies.

There’s a Ghost Preservation Society In Hookland. DI Callaghan doesn’t like them, but that’s mainly to do with them bombing property developers, rather than their ghost preservation policies.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

For it is the morning after the harvest moon and the heading of the corn. Not only the churches wear the trappings of the field. Corn magic hangs in every parish. Old gods songs are heard clearer today. – #CLNolan https://t.co/sROfVDJFbS

For it is the morning after the harvest moon and the heading of the corn. Not only the churches wear the trappings of the field. Corn magic hangs in every parish. Old gods songs are heard clearer today. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/sROfVDJFbS

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@Joannapanic Thank you.

Thank you.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

Autumn’s borders have come to the canal. Wood smoke cures the nostrils of towpath walkers. The huddled houseboat communities of ex-Ragged Walkers and those of water gypsy stock tell stories of eel-nibbled corpses, the things that knock on their boats at night. https://t.co/6WPNXua8G5

Autumn's borders have come to the canal. Wood smoke cures the nostrils of towpath walkers. The huddled houseboat communities of ex-Ragged Walkers and those of water gypsy stock tell stories of eel-nibbled corpses, the things that knock on their boats at night. pic.twitter.com/6WPNXua8G5

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@stef18881 Is that yes to eel-nibbled corpses?

Is that yes to eel-nibbled corpses?

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020

@stef18881 I live on the cut for some of the best of my years. C.L. Nolan definitely speaks for me on them. https://t.co/VYZFqCYFtv

I live on the cut for some of the best of my years. C.L. Nolan definitely speaks for me on them. pic.twitter.com/VYZFqCYFtv

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 2, 2020