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How spooky and mythosy is it where you live?

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Badger

 

You have a Lenin statue in Seattle? Why? 8O

 

 

Here is an explanation and picture.

 

I've been to that part of Seattle and seen the Lenin statue. That whole area is very cool. I love the troll under the bridge, too.

 

-=badger

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HJ

I'm sorry Maidenhead is a bit mythosy

 

http://www.fatduck.co.uk/

 

This is the place which did snail porridge.

 

On the menu today bacon & egg ice cream. Yum.

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Pookie

I have no idea about Birmingham, although the central area has its share of ghosts from an excellent Ghost Walk my partner and I went on. I suppose that I should do a little more research anyway…

 

Instead, I had an idea stemming from time spent in Cornwall at university. This was in Falmouth. One thing that struck me as odd, was that near the harbour was an obelisk constructed of rough stone blocks standing roughly 10ft high. I seem to recall that it had been raised by a local dignitary (Francis Kelligrew? Not sure…) during the 17th century for reasons unknown, and further that it had been moved by the town’s fathers at least once.

 

Another factor more lends itself to something Fortean, and may well have been reported in the magazine. A local soak claimed to have magical powers and had his daughters dance naked on the cliff top, all to do with the worship of a sea serpent. Again, recollections are vague, and I am sure that somebody will correct me.

 

These fuzzy thoughts lend themselves to the following scenario, which could be adapted to any port location with a bit of history…

 

Falmouth at one point, like the rest of the South coast was beset by pirates (Barbary pirates and white slave traders), and what if the founder of the town (Sir John Killigrew) or one of his descendants found a method of driving them off. Perhaps a descendent using that method to ensure that he and his family grew rich whilst rival’s vessels were lost? Could the obelisk be controlling some unknown force out there in the bay? Is that the reason that the obelisk was moved?

 

What would happen if the town now wanted to move again?

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cynick
Instead, I had an idea stemming from time spent in Cornwall at university. This was in Falmouth. One thing that struck me as odd, was that near the harbour was an obelisk constructed of rough stone blocks standing roughly 10ft high. I seem to recall that it had been raised by a local dignitary (Francis Kelligrew? Not sure…) during the 17th century for reasons unknown, and further that it had been moved by the town’s fathers at least once.

 

Another factor more lends itself to something Fortean, and may well have been reported in the magazine. A local soak claimed to have magical powers and had his daughters dance naked on the cliff top, all to do with the worship of a sea serpent. Again, recollections are vague, and I am sure that somebody will correct me.

 

I believe that would be Tony "Doc" Shiels and Morgawr.

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Nightshade

Well, I live in Massachusetts and work in the Peabody/Salem area. Is that Lovecraftian enough? 8)

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Sigfrid

I live in Hull, MA. A little south of Boston.

 

Basically, we've got the "Lady in Black" of George's Island. Our one ghost. Our cemetery is particularly unimposing, so it's never seemed spooky to me. I suppose any place can seem spooky and mythos-esque at times, though. I know I've had weird, irrational fears spring on me without warning just while I'm walking down the street.

 

Actually, there were a few years (beginning at the age of 14 or 15) where I was unable to walk downstairs from my room if the top of the stairs behind me was dark. Even then, I would barrel down them. Same thing for walking upstairs, if the landing was dark. Only I couldn't rightly barrel upstairs, so I walked sideways, constantly looking back and forth, in front and behind. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone would spring out from behind me on those stairs, or that something was observing me. A similar example would be that time, one night, where I was going downstairs to fix a midnight snack. I paused at the doorway to the kitchen, staying to the side of it, and had to take a moment to slow my breathing; I was absolutely certain that, when I entered the kitchen, there would be some ghostly figure of a woman standing there. I knew exactly what she would look like, too.

 

Of course, when I finally resolved to go in, there was nothing there. Still, I'm sure you all know what I mean. Any place can become absolutely terrifying without warning or reason.

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Stormcrow
I'll leave Sheffield to Stormcrow, who knows it much better than I.

 

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...and when I have a little more time I will!

 

All I will say for now is that the Peak district and Sheffield happens to be chock full of locations, stone rings and tumuli (burial mounds) that fit right in. Insular villages and plots just thinly veiled by real life. enough so I use it for my Cthulhu Larp location and its claimed its first victim...... some socialist reporter by the name of Flynn who heroically killed himself to take out a Shoggoth spawn which was using him as an appetiser before killing his compatriots!! <grin> be back with more soon!

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Mr_Lin

All I will say for now is that the Peak district and Sheffield happens to be chock full of locations, stone rings and tumuli (burial mounds) that fit right in.

 

 

Also Royston Vasey?

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Stormcrow

All I will say for now is that the Peak district and Sheffield happens to be chock full of locations, stone rings and tumuli (burial mounds) that fit right in.

 

 

Also Royston Vasey?

 

Alas fictional but yes the bus shelters indicate they are part of South Yorkshire Travel Partnership so most likely a local shelter.... for local people!

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Mr_Lin

Alas fictional but yes the bus shelters indicate they are part of South Yorkshire Travel Partnership so most likely a local shelter.... for local people!

 

It's really Hadfield in Derbyshire:

 

http://www.leagueofgentlemen.co.uk/hadfield5.htm

 

I think Royston Vasey itself is meant to be in Yorkshire because characters in the series talk about real life Yorks towns like Castleford and Tadcaster as if they're close by. The landscape doesn't look quite right for east of Leeds though...Lived in Garforth as a kid in the mid-to- late 70s. I recall the surrounding countryside being fairly flat (apart from the slag heaps).

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Pookie
Instead, I had an idea stemming from time spent in Cornwall at university. This was in Falmouth. One thing that struck me as odd, was that near the harbour was an obelisk constructed of rough stone blocks standing roughly 10ft high. I seem to recall that it had been raised by a local dignitary (Francis Kelligrew? Not sure…) during the 17th century for reasons unknown, and further that it had been moved by the town’s fathers at least once.

 

Another factor more lends itself to something Fortean, and may well have been reported in the magazine. A local soak claimed to have magical powers and had his daughters dance naked on the cliff top, all to do with the worship of a sea serpent. Again, recollections are vague, and I am sure that somebody will correct me.

 

I believe that would be Tony "Doc" Shiels and Morgawr.

 

Brilliant.

Thank you for the link.

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Stormcrow

 

...and when I have a little more time I will!

 

 

And indeed I have.

 

Sheffield Uk at the time I set it 1931 is great.

 

It has the start of a traffic system (And no speed limit or rules on parking as inner city speed limits don't hit till '35) that stays mysteriously snarled till present day, wonder if the planner wanted to cause chaos? Five churches also all get hit by lightning at THE SAME TIME (That really happened I'd love to check out an overhead of the impact points!)

 

The surrounding Derbyshire/ Souyth Yorkshire villages are all very insular and very much "Slaughtered Lamb" pub style (American Werewolf in London for the uninitiated)

 

Stone rings cap hills, Burial mounds are abound and hidden tunnels run from towers abandoned since Mary Queen of Scots!

 

Sheffield even has a Uni at the time and is building large libraries its also only a short hop to the only Blue John site known outside of a Cthulhu Scenario (Day of the Beast/Fungi of Yuggoth) at Castleton.

 

Edale is also a short journey away and really did have reports of Werewolf attacks in 1925. I believe this was part inspiration for a portion of Masks of Nyarlathotep.

 

There are an awful lot of mines and dark places all over the City and surrounding countryside and Sharrow General Cemetary is a ghouls paradise if ever I saw one!

 

In my opinion it has everything needed for damn good adventures from Graveyards to Haunted Manses right down to an insane asylum actually marked on maps at the time as just simply Lunatic Asylum! and at the time of my game needing an expansion apparently to contain an increase in real life inmates!

 

Anyone doubt it then PM me to arrange joining in my monthly LARP based in Sheffields oldest pub and find out! (very shameless plug!)

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Mograg

I live in central Massachusetts, pretty much ground zero for Lovecraft Country. So I guess you could say it's "spooky" here. Actually, you have to look for the spooky stuff, and throw in a goodly dose of your own imagination to make it so. Most of the territory is pretty "normal." You know, Wal-Mart and strip malls and single family homes and car dealerships and little town centers and highways and all the other familiar landmarks of the American suburban landscape.

 

The weird stuff IS there - you just have to look for it. There are a lot of smallish state parks full of dark woods if you want to have a "Blair Witch" type experience. Not to mention the mosquitos - likely the only vampires you'll find (believe me, they're enough).

 

There are a lot of strange places, some of which you can pay admission to visit, others off-limits (either private homes or state property). Some of the old cemeteries are nice, in a peaceful-weird sort of way.

 

Author Joseph Citro has a book out called Curious New England, which serves as a gazetteer of the bizarre in the six New England States. Fun to have on hand if you live in the area and want to make weirdo day trips.

 

Cheers, all.

 

Brian

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Cyberwatt

I live in Broadalbin in upstate New York, one-time residence of Robert W. Chambers (author of The King in Yellow). That ought to tell you what Great Old One stalks my area. 8O

 

About 20 minutes northeast of my home is a community of terribly decadent hill people, whom the police are unwilling to touch and whom the locals fear. (Dunwich, anyone?).

 

Near my house is a very accident-prone intersection where I have witnessed many cars seeming to intersect one another with frightening regularity (I suspect complex angles are at fault :wink: ).

 

The nameless graveyard and the old ruined house nearby only adds to the spookiness, set as they are along a comparatively little-used side road where the trees seem to form a groping grasping tunnel at night.

 

I could go on, but I think you get the point. A De Profundis session or CoC game could find much material here.

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Cosmoline

The spookiest place I've ever been to was Spirit Lake, way back before St. Helens blew her top. I was young at the time and my imagination was assisted by the black waters of the lake, the ancient fir forests and of course the infamous Ape Caves. I only have bits an pieces of memory from the area--all scary :lol: And an oddly carved stick my older brother gave me to which I still attach enormous supernatural importance. The area gave birth to the myth of Sasquatch and was long held to be potent in spiritual powers.

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delirium

well... I live in the noth of sweden(above the polar circle.) so on some nights you can sit outside and hear the wind roar over the countryside. some times wolves howl. might not be the best place for mythosy horrors but still its kind of creepy at night...

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Badger

 

It has the start of a traffic system (And no speed limit or rules on parking as inner city speed limits don't hit till '35) that stays mysteriously snarled till present day, wonder if the planner wanted to cause chaos? Five churches also all get hit by lightning at THE SAME TIME (That really happened I'd love to check out an overhead of the impact points!)

 

Couldn't Google Maps help with that? ;)

 

-=badger

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Shubby

I live way out in the country. There are houses here that've fallen down, and no one seems to care enough to do anything about it. The nearest town is full of cobblestone streets and old buildings. Each family within three miles or so seems to be a society unto itself. People don't want anything much to do with even their closest neighbors.

 

Out somewhere deep in the woods is said to be a witches' cemetery.

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Sigfrid

... Wow. That really is out in the country, hm? Damn. And I thought that it would be awful to have to go to college in "the boonies" of Fairfield, Connecticut (cross your fingers for BU giving me a nice aid package, eh? ;)).

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Nightshade
... Wow. That really is out in the country, hm? Damn. And I thought that it would be awful to have to go to college in "the boonies" of Fairfield, Connecticut (cross your fingers for BU giving me a nice aid package, eh? ;)).

 

Fortunatley for you (and me), BU is usually pretty generous to its students. :)

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DestroyYouAlot

Well, I live in scenic and historic (*snort*) Woonsocket, Rhode Island, ten minutes north of Providence. To the best of my knowledge, it only got mentioned by Lovecraft once, in passing. It's pretty much a perfect fit for the "run down, ex-mill town full of degenerates and abandoned buildings" achetype. As a matter of fact, I'm 100% convinced the "Return to the Paradise" adventure is based directly off the Stadium theater in downtown Woonsocket - it's a mirror-image match, from the history (stage shows to silent movies to closing in the middle of the century to reopening at the turn of the century) to the floor plan and the architecture. (I can't honestly say I've encountered any avatars of Yog-Sothoth there, but two outta three ain't bad.) And it's two doors down from the local Masonic temple.

 

The town where I grew up, Uxbridge, Massachusetts, is ten minutes north of Woonsocket. The house I was born in sits on property that was part of the original farm plot from the 1700's - the house next door was the farm house, and there is a colonial burial plot out back, complete with slate markers. Once in a great while, you can find a flint arrowhead. When I was a teenager, I worked on a Christmas tree farm down the road a bit, that was part of the Wacuntug village, one of the "praying Indian" villages from the early colonial period. (I was actually there once when a couple of the older Nipmuc gentlemen came to visit one day, and I was rather embarrassed - their mohawks made mine look pretty damn silly. ;) ) Between the tree farm and my parents' house is the Quaker meeting house, which is about seventy bazillion years old. (Hmmm, Quakers as a Mythos cult, there's an idea...)

 

And, if you want to really dig up some dirt, in the 20's my maternal grandfather was not only a rather active Mason (Scottish Rite, I believe), but a member of the Ku Klux Klan. Yup, you heard right, they found his robes after he passed away, shortly before I was born. (In New England, the Klan was more focused on hating Catholics than hating ethnic minorities, although I imagine they did their share of that, too - my grandfather was always described to me as just about the most virulent sexist, racist, everything-else-ist bastard you'd ever want to meet. I suspect we might not have gotten along. I can only imagine my grandfather's reaction when my mom brought home my Irish-Catholic-raised father. 8O )

 

Some time I'll dig up some details about the old Greyrock mansion that burned down, and the Satanic cult rumors surrounding the place, and the kidnappings... :twisted:

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DestroyYouAlot

Here are the theshadowlands.net Haunted Places entries for Uxbridge and Woonsocket:

 

Uxbridge - Blackstone St. - There was sightings in the early 70s of a headless biker. Would bike up and down Blackstone St. and anybody driving down the road that saw him somehow disappeared.

 

Uxbridge - Michael Hoyt house - when you walk up by the front door of the house you hear screams and smashing of bottles. As you walk down to the water you hear people screaming in the water like there being pulled down like something is in there like a succubus reaching out for them.

 

Uxbridge - Montville House - house is 350 years old and many people have died in it. People have seen figures of an old woman and things tend to turn on and off by themselves. There is an old family burial ground in the back yard. Tenants often move in and out of this house frequently. The house is currently occupied.

 

Uxbridge - The Old Taft Tavern - sometimes in the middle of the night people would see ghost like features standing at the foot of there bed dressed in colonial clothing. You will hear girls, laughing very distinctively coming from the forbidden living room.

 

Uxbridge - Woods along Blackstone River -There have been several reports of a "Ghost Mill" that appears during the night. Several how have encountered the mill have reported seeing the mill on fire and a young child in a window. Some have run into the burning mill to find no child and then the mill disappears.

 

Woonsocket - Woonsocket High School Auditorium - It was said that 2 people got killed falling off the scaffolding during the original building of the high school. One of the two who were killed has been seen and felt in the auditorium on multiple occassions by kids in the band and chorus. It shuts down lights, turns on the spotlights, turns on the music and other audio equipment.. and it has been heard that it sometimes makes noises during nightly rehersals, etc.. It once shut the curtains half way during a senior assembly. (there is a ladder that leads to a dark tunnel near the ceiling to get to the spotlight room). The spirit has been seen in the spotlight room and everyone is now too afraid to actually go up there.

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Kinghonkey

I live outside of a rural farming community...population density, about 5 to 10 people per square mile or less. Individual communities are isolated. Many abandoned farms, and houses within just a few miles of my home. To the north, closer to Lake Huron, are several small vacation towns and miles upon miles of reed-choked beaches that grow quickly deserted as the months grow cooler.

 

A few years ago there were a few arrests that resulted from a Christian Cult involvement in a very small town to the north. Two of the members of something called The Brotherhood of The Word had a young infant that drowned, rather than bury the child and hold the proper ceremonies, the leader of the group advised that the young couple store the body of the infant in the freezer and that the group would pray over the child to try and bring it back to life.

 

Even more remote, less populated, and sometimes outright desolate in the winter time, is the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. 328,000 people living in an area the size of Denmark. Very odd people and customs, predominantly Finnish and Scandanavian descent. Riddled with mines and the ghost towns that followed the copper and logging booms, the U.P. is covered by huge tracts of national and state forests...bordered by cold, dark, and deep Lake Superior to the north. During the winter (roughly October through April) parts of the U.P. have documented snowfalls of up to six feet in 24 hours. I've personally been there when temperatures dipped below -70 degrees fahrenheit (-56 celsius). North America's largest bat nesting ground is an abandoned copper mine in Iron Mountain, Michigan. Big Bay, MI. is also known for it's multiple UFO sightings over Lake Superior. The U.P. is also, coincidentally, where I started playing Call of Cthulhu in my early college years.

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The-Baron

I live in a small town primairly dominated by a university known for Liberal Arts and unorthadox sciences. I've have several professors give rather disturbing lectures concering witchcraft (which was especially in appropriate as it was in a Latin class... Necronomicon anyone?)

 

Its in the most haunted state in the US of A. Three of the houses that make it so lie in the town my feet are planted in.

 

Two neighboring towns are reported to have "looks." One on the coast (about an hours drive away) is reported to have "flounder people," (reported to have scales and two eyes on the same side of their head, which is said to be "the wrong side") another closer by suposedly has a chemical and radioactive waste dumping site that has bred mutants.

 

Finally my own family seems to be linked to it. My grandfather, on my fathers side, was a 32nd degree mason. My other grandfather, who was a professor at the aforementioned university, is a member of a seceret society that only exists in my town.

 

Also we're close enough to Louisiana to have all the hoodoo and things.

 

How Mythos is my home town? I'll let you decide.

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CharlesDexterWard
The U.P. is also, coincidentally, where I started playing Call of Cthulhu in my early college years.

 

Did you go to NMU in Marquette? I had a room-mate in grad school who went there for his B.A. degree.

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