Of Things Wraithlike and Most Uncanny: Lowlands-L’s Crypt
Of Things Wraithlike and Most Uncanny: Lowlands-L’s Crypt

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Introduction

My Scariest Halloween
The Bloody X-Ray Job
The Ferranti Spectre
That Damned House
The Blackout Ghost
The Neep Lantern
The House of Scott
The Lonely Spinner
Old Bond Store Ghost
Sitting There
Rattling Buckets
An Bhean Amach
Nine Fragments
Samhain Moon
Nsansabonsam
The Eerie House
Kinderspiel
He Woke
Moaning on the Moor
Dat klaagt in’t moor
De reus van Börk
Grote Harold van Börk
Nachtmerrie
Nightmare
Alptraum
Pesadilla
Pesadelo

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Nightmare

by Arend Victorie
Translated from Drenthe Low Saxon by R. F. Hahn

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My feet brushing against the grass, rhyme
dissolving in my steps,
hills being enveloped by night,
fog misting over the moon with purple glow.

What will it feel like after such a length of bitterness—
her hot breath, velvet tongue, for one night?
What will it be like after all that time waiting to say her name,
her open body, hotly crowned,
for one night?

Her door is open. Quietly I enter, leaves fluttering onto the floor,
musty air of death, decay, penetrating my nose.
Death
is dancing this night.

Death is dancing his thousand dances,
two hollow eyes looking at me.
One question is floating darkly through the room:
Why
I
this night?

My spirit awakes, I open my eyes, and I see the moon
in purple glow,
a moon screaming:
Blood
for
blood!

 

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