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i was not expecting the haunt announcement i was not ready for to be from howl o scream of all events

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE IS PRETTY MUCH EXCLUSIVELY USING MY PHOTOS FOR ADVERTISING NOW. EVERYONE LOVES ME FOREVER.
The Declaration's forgotten (non)signer: John Dickinson’s missing 1776 signature haunts his legacy
NEW YORK — For a quarter century, Jane Calvert has been on a mission shared by few scholars of the Revolutionary War era. She has championed a founder mostly remembered, when remembered at all, as the man who wouldn’t sign the Declaration of Independence — the lawyer and statesman John Dickinson. “It has been a constant struggle,” says Calvert, a former associate professor at the University of…
Feeling haunted?
What haunted you in the past
In a supernatural sense
Choose by image , number or however you want?
1 ,2,3 ,4
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What haunted you in the past ?
In a supernatural sense
Pile one
Queen wands and knight of wands, five wands , three cups
Fairies , phoenix, trolls and giants.
As you know , these creatures if they truly exist , I was able to see Fairy and but they did a phoenix was a dream and troll .
I haven't seen a giant before, which is shocking, I seen tiktok videos of others seeing giants. The government will say this is national test for some type of emergency. Now , if this things can on,y be seen at certain time , well even in astrology mention a rare blood moon. I hope that others can see them soon and government isn't lying to us. The situation is what happen when you see the supernatural creature . This is a past event. I been learning about Elon, angels , and not really aliens but they are similar. So you had a watcher over you in the forms of something that isn't from this world. You had faith in yourself that things will be okay, your ego told you that you are better than everyone else. Maybe someone was there with you. As a witness.
Older woman and young men ( whatever age to you - ex. I'm 26 someone older than me a s someone that is a young men younger than me ) . Conflict happen ,while we hope to celebrate something ..incredible but because of others... that can feel like fans things got crazy . A young lifted child show up, also someone that had big ego . They had faith that whatever this party turn out to be supernatural would show up ... of course the five wands here is a battle .
E.t or fae ...
Child magical , ego , faith , E.T
Pile two
Some have has vampires , or werewolves attack them . This was something that government was made aware of and decide to redacted. As they know life would change forever. Royals do know .
Some have seen ghost ...
Or able to know of these supernatural events through kids .
The emperor, two swords , the fool , king pentacles. Child divine, side piece, finality, children loss, king pentacles.
The government- maybe it happen in trump era when he was the first president, people joke he would be the last lol . Anyways or another president first term/ royal . You could have felt blindsided and here it talks of someone being gift since birth as being divine or a child was there . It said someone was actual side piece to the person..that can be older man to you. Maybe he lost that child ..or other kids went missing ...I just saw weopons that movie .
Pile 3
Most likely, it's someone. Yes. Someone who has already crossed the river. Someone who is no longer alive. Most likely, this person — from your past. You had some kind of light, friendly connection with them. Maybe it's someone from your family, or someone you used to talk to. And either out of habit, or just because — they're watching over you. And like... this kind of support — they can't let you go. So they're still with you. Or rather, they were. I don't see any bad cards here. Just a person who couldn't let go. Someone who is in pain, struggling, and lonely.
It's possible that this is your twin. Or someone very similar to you — like a relative, or sometimes friends can look alike too. Or your other half — but that's less likely. I don't see any clear past relationship here. Even if there was something, it started very early — like in childhood, very young. Nothing serious ever came out of it. It was light, fun — something like that. Maybe it was a small child.
There's also a very small chance that this is your twin flame. Well, maybe.
Why were they watching you? Because of feelings. Because of love. Because they loved you very much. They felt very strong emotions — tender feelings, like first love. Something very sincere, warm, even childlike — innocent, pure. It all ended too suddenly, so this connection remained. They were just drawn to you. Him or her.
Pile 4
There are two possibilities. First, could someone have been watching over you? A girl — someone with certain powers or abilities. She was watching you, with the goal of protecting you, keeping you safe. Guiding you toward — not exactly "the right path" in a spiritual sense — but rather in the right direction. She might have not only been watching but also doing something, some magical manipulations on you, in order to protect you. Everything I see here points to protection, to good, to your benefit. So you have, you could say, a guardian angel in the form of a girl who looks after you, protects you, wants what's good for you — but she's also a little sneaky, let's put it that way.
Second, the force itself. The power that you possess — it observes you, keeps an eye on you, call it what you want: the force, higher powers, God, or whatever else. Basically, something is watching over you, observing you. It doesn't let you stray from your path, helps you through life. That's why everything works out well for you. That's why you succeed. Not that everything comes to you easily — but you do have moments of luck as well. Times when you manage to get out of situations unscathed.
Inspired by arriving at the park one day, nearly a year ago; and finding some left-behind sashes and old packets and the torn-up remnants of a sword.
This one has been in progress for a while now. Tonight I finally got it... close enough, though it could likely still use a little tinkering. But I'll take it for a first full draft.

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The bastard child of a popular political candidate, Wilma was dumped at the asylum with a demand to either make her presentable or keep her out of the public’s sight. She had grown a little too old to easily dismiss her habit of wandering, mild kleptomania, homosexual tendencies, and social eccentricities. Still, she was docile, and the asylum staff opted to focus on simply hiding her from the outside world, much more concerned with treating their more “extreme” cases - as well as working on the unethical experiments lurking behind closed doors.
Initially, her father came for frequent visits, but as his career began an upward climb, he severed any non-professional associations. As his presence in the asylum tapered off to an occasional and distant donation, the doctors became less and less concerned about keeping up appearances.
Though her susceptibility to praise won some of them her fondness, Wilma never fully trusted the doctors or the nurses. She was not offended by their careless neglect - instead, she considered it a loosened restraint that allowed her to accumulate a better trove of shiny stolen things and stories from her fellow wards and secrets from down staircases she wasn’t supposed to descend. Nevertheless, she spoke in a lulling tone that suggested her head was more often up in the clouds than down in the winding, labyrinthine facility, so it was easier to chide her for waltzing into labs or offices at random than to risk aggressively correcting a girl from such an influential family.
This tactic foundered when Wilma opened the wrong door, one with hinges freshly bleeding oil, one that opened so cleanly and so quietly that she saw and understood everything she was not supposed to long before the sawbones saw her coming.
They would command her, belittle her, pry gaps in her psyche in an attempt to convince her, and tell her a thousand times that what she saw was a trick of the dark, a misunderstanding, a convincing production performed by her misaligned relationship with reality. The reports said they were securing a patient for transport home, but she knew the truth. It could not be broken out of her, the view of her friend and fellow inmate, begging for protection, as his body unlocked, swung open and let the air rush in, in a way that no living flesh should.
Nor could she ever forget the view of the doctor’s wide, pained eyes as she sank her teeth into his flesh, deep enough to wrench a chunk free and swallow it. Wilma’s frequent habit of chewing on ribbons and fingernails turned into a much bloodier biting habit after that.
The treatments never took well enough to scrub the truth from her brain, but they did have other effects. The lies they fed her were so frequent it became difficult to tell when they were lies at all, and slowly she began to see things solely because they promised there was nothing to see. Every door became a mouth, a ribcage, a fist, and every speck of light became an eye. Her hair tangled in her face became matted fur, and it was an easy mistake to make when they had muzzled her jaw so tight and commanded her to stay.
It was easy, then, when the shadow from the basement had fully eclipsed her. It was simple, after black trails started seeping from the bruises around her wrists, from the beds of her fingernails, from the empty socket where her sharpest tooth used to be. It was natural to stand guard, pacing back and forth behind the only door she had never crept through, waiting with ragged, bated breath for warm bodies to stumble close enough to reach on her chain.
I would have said, then, it was torture to love someone you couldn't save. But what did I know? How lucky it was - how lucky it always is - to love someone at all.
— Danusha Laméris, from "Haunts," The American Poetry Review (vol. 52, no. 3, May/June 2023)