The stories of my life on a little island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea ... and my occasional adventures beyond these shores.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

All Hallows’ eve

All Hallows’ eve: lightning, thunder, rain showers and a newly restored fortress – the perfect setting for this spookiest of nights. They say that the veil between the worlds is thin at this time of  year. Thin enough to reach out and touch – what? A solid wall, centuries-old, and beyond that, a vague notion of whispers, of shadows, of things that go bump in the night. The place is haunted, or so they say.
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I could feel shivers up and down my back. But it was probably the wind. Yes, it was most certainly the wind. It tends to get a bit chilly at this time of year and an old, draughty fortress is not exactly conducive to feelings of warmth.
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But it was Halloween, or Samhain as some call it, and the weather-scarred walls of the fort seemed to reverberate with their own strange energy. I lightly traced my fingers across the pitted stones, as I always do when a place has a story to tell. And this place, with foundations dating back to the thirteenth century, probably has more tales to recount than I could write down in a lifetime.
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On any other day I would have been inclined to linger and coax a story or two out of those towering walls – walls that had withstood the Ottoman siege and the might of the Luftwaffe. But today was Samhain, lost souls might wander from that world to this and I was not quite sure that I wanted to hear, that I wanted to see …
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Just for today, I would be content with the song of the wind, with long-silent cannons and the rusted bases of anti-aircraft guns. There was an odd normality about these things, a fleeting sense of security.
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But the sky was darkening fast and, again, I felt a shiver run down my  spine, a mysterious whisper in my ear. It was time to go; and as the heavy doors clanged shut behind me and the brooding ramparts rose like towers above my head, I knew that the fort behind my back was a keeper of secrets that would haunt my dreams for many  winter nights to come.
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Location: Fort St Angelo, Birgu, All Hallows Eve 2015

8 comments:

  1. Eerie post for an eerie place with beautiful stonework. Perfect for Halloween. Thank you
    The fort is a good place for a "Ghost Adventures" investigation if such things are allowed.

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    1. I'm sure that it would be allowed but I doubt I would want to participate.

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  2. IT is SO PEACEFUL looking.............I was not scared from the photos!I think the light stone makes it look welcoming!I have said this BEFORE but I want to remind YOU!!Your island is GORGEOUS and I take in every photo with DELIGHT!
    XX

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    1. Thank you. I do need to be reminded sometimes.

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  3. It looks beautiful ! I am not afraid of ghosts, in fact I wished I could visit a haunted house and meet one !

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    1. You are much braver than I am Gattina :)

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  4. Dear Loree - this is a gorgeous place. I tend to think that if one stops and listens you just might hear stories of old. So glad you shared these pictures. I never tire of seeing your part of the world my friend. Have a lovely week. Hugs!

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  5. The cannon shot is my favourite! It doesn't look creepy to me, just beautiful!

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