Category: Halloween & Scary Stories

Step gently into this literary sanctuary’s dimly lit chambers, for I, your humble guide and storyteller, have a proposition that I hope will enthrall you. We’ll travel through a realm where the living and the spectral dance together in original narratives, creating an atmosphere that will send a delightful shiver down your spine.

Our main destination is Transylvania’s heart, a place where legends come to life in layered storytelling that carries a strong sense of place, all ready to read.

As we travel through this misty terrain, I will conjure tales of restless spirits, time-worn curses, and entities that defy the natural order, all while weaving meaningful tales that resonate with the very essence of Transylvania.

“Halloween & Scary Stories” is my invitation to you, dear Reader, immerse yourself in an era when superstition reigned supreme and the unexplained was an integral part of daily life, from the mournful howls of wolves echoing through the Carpathian Mountains to the enigmatic castles concealing secrets within their ancient stone walls. And even further.

So, if you dare to embrace the mystery and seek atmospheric tales to haunt your dreams, please join me in this quiet but enticing endeavor. While we’ll delve into the mystical and layered storytelling of Transylvania’s most fantastical legends, where every rustling leaf and creaking door has the power to send shivers down your spine, at times we will time travel to other mystical realms.

I, your storyteller, am eager to share these enthralling tales, because Halloween and the scary stories last forever in this category, and the narratives are endless.

Thank you for joining me.
Patricia Furstenberg

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Medieval Sighisoara and the House where Vlad the Impaler was Born #Im4Ro

medieval Sighisoara, House where Vlas the Impaler was born

What turns a house into a home? Is it the light that peeks inside through its windows? The scents rising from the kitchen? Or is it the people, the mingle of generations, of shared laughter and tears?
While we visited the house where Vlad the Impaler, Vlad Tepes, was born, I asked myself: what was the light like inside? What street noises reached every morning to little Vlad’s room and woke him up? What childhood memories he kept locked in his heart that reminded him of his mother and home – while imprisoned by the Turks? Or when he was fighting them, surrounded by the sights and the stench of war?

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Looking at Skulls in the Catacombs of Paris

Looking at Skulls in Paris Catacombes

I guess I am one of the very few for which looking at skulls in the Catacombs of Paris means a great holiday – yet I do know that my daughter and my favorite author, Kathy Reichs, fall in the same category. Bones are the very last of our earthly traces and a proof of the existence of life itself. Bones symbolize that life is indestructible and they symbolize resurrection too (in Jewish tradition). Yet bones constantly remind us of our own mortality and of our feeble presence in this world.

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