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The Highgate Vampire Returns

Who is the Highgate Vampire?

One night in 1963, a couple were walking home down Swain’s Lane, which passed along cemetery’s north gate. What they encountered was so terrible they were frozen to the spot, transfixed with fear. They had come face to face with the vampire - a tall, dark figure, floating behind the railings. More sightings would follow: a man walking his dog saw the same tall dark figure sliding over the wall along Swain’s Lane like ‘black treacle’.

David Farrant, who runs the British Psychic and Occult Society, said he saw the vampire in 1969. The Highgate Vampire then became a media sensation that ran through the 70s. 

He said: “My first reaction was like it was so real that I actually thought it was someone dressed up or messing about because all these stories about vampires were in the news. It was by some branches but as soon as I turned up I was aware of something standing there and it was exuding a feeling not of evil, but menace. It all happened so quickly. The whole thing lasted for four to five seconds and felt like whatever it was filled me with energy, it is difficult to explain, and suddenly it just vanished.”

The Hampstead and Highgate Express reported on 27 February 1970 as saying that Seán Manchester believed that ’a King Vampire of the Undead’, a medieval nobleman who had practised black magic in medieval Wallachia (Romania), had been brought to England in a coffin in the early eighteenth century, by followers who bought a house for him in the West End. He was buried on the site that later became Highgate Cemetery, and Manchester claimed that modern Satanists had roused him. 

On 6 March, the same paper reported David Farrant as saying he had seen dead foxes in the cemetery, “and the odd thing was there was no outward sign of how they died.” When told of this, Manchester said it seemed to complement his theory. In later writings, both men reported seeing other dead foxes with throat wounds and drained of blood

In 1971 however, a more sinister story was circulated involved a young girl who was attacked in the cemetery by a tall, pale-faced creature. She was thrown down onto the ground but the vampire was luckily spooked by a car passing-by. 

A charred and headless body of a woman was found nearby, which the police suspected to have been the product of a black magic ritual. 

Was it staked?

There had been claims that the vampire was staked by Manchester:

“With a mighty blow I drove the stake through the creature’s heart, then shielded by ears as a terrible roar emitted from the bowels of hell. This died away as suddenly as it erupted and all became still. We witnessed the bodyshell cave in and quietly turn filthy brown which soon became a sluggish flow of inhuman slime and viscera in the bottom of the casket.” (Occult London)

Although beforehand Manchester at his first attempt could not stake the vampire due to pity and instead placed a wreath of garlic upon its coffin and sprinkled holy water.

However there is no complete evidence other than first person accounts that this event has truly taken place.

Has it returned?

This year, Declan Walsh recalled seeing the vampire walk through a locked gate in 1991 on his walk to work. The vampire was described to appear like a “Victorian nobleman” in appearance, dressed with a top hat

“He was extremely tall, well over six feet in height and he was very thin. He wore a long black cape-like coat and a top hat. His dress looked Victorian in style and he appeared all black. He also appeared to glide and there was no sound. The ground was littered with leaves yet I heard no sound from him nor did he take any notice of me.”

He said although many people expect ghosts to be transparent, the spirit was in fact black and solid, as well as having two piercing bright white eyes

Another witness watched the figure float from Swain’s Lane, from the east side to the west side of the cemetery, in August 2005.

And in 2012 it appeared the vampire was captured on camera. James Dobbin took a photo as he toured the historic Grade I-listed cemetery, which dates back to 1839.

A witness, who wished to remain anonymous, claims the male spirit was dressed in a three-quarter length coat and a top hat. The figure even whispered “Good evening to you sir” to the terrified onlooker, despite him standing more than eight feet away.

There are sightings and reports of the vampire that still continue to this day.

Maria Beasley (1847-1904) of Philadelphia is the inventor of the modern life raft. Her aim was to design a better life raft, one that was “fire-proof, compact, safe, and readily-launched”. According to the patent, she invented this new life raft in 1880. A typical life raft in 1870s was just a plank of wood. Maria’s life raft sported guard railings and rectangular metal floats and safety railings. By changing the style of the floats, Maria’s raft folded and unfolded more easily for use and storage.

Not much is known about her personal life. But in 1884, she displayed her inventions at the Cotton Centennial Expo in New Orleans, including her improved version of her life raft patented in 1882. Maria had 15 patents between the years 1878-1898 and made quite a sum of money. The Titanic used her newly designed rafts aboard the ship and it is thought that her invention prevented hundreds of deaths during its sinking in 1912.

More on Woman in Green

Okay I was inspired to quickly write this more fully because of this post by separating-my-porn-and-tjlc about Sherlock being drugged.

The main point that kicked it all off for me was the parallel between Greta BangsOtter and Mary in Sherlock’s fake deduction which has already been speculated about, making another possible parallel being Sherlock and the president mentioned within the same deduction (check out the post above for more analysis): thus, Sherlock being injected with “a dangerous new drug”

“This drug will then render the president entirely susceptible to the will of their new master, none other than James Moriarty.”

As I mentioned in a more scream-like post, in WIG, Moriarty and his female accomplice Lydia intend to hypnotise Holmes (Lydia gives him a drug to instigate this process) and try to convince him to kill himself by jumping off a building. In WIG, Holmes instead ingests a drug just to make it seem like he’s hypnotised (Lying Detective? idk). 

Okay, some fun connections:

1) We’ve already drawn parallels in terms of colour during setlock, with a possible parallel between the Woman in red and the woman in green.

2) In WIG, Widower Sir George Fenwick is hypnotized into believing that he is responsible for the crimes. Sounds a bit….like Sherlock.

3) fun quote parallels between WIG and TST:

WIG: “The rope has not been made that’ll go around my neck.”

TST: He’s made a noose to put my neck in.

TST: “Come back! It’s the wrong thumb.”

In WIG, several women are murdered and their forefingers severed.

4) AND ALSO the water imagery and how everything is not normal, which so many posts have touched on in the last 24 hours. 


While the Lady in Green is trying to hypnotise him, here are some of the things she says, I just picked out all the water references basically. But also, the one white flower, that really had me thinking about the daisy, but that’s probably more of a coincidence than the rest.

You’ll need water.

Just fix your eyes on
this one white flower.
Floating on the water.

Follow the motion
of the water.
So smooth.
Not a ripple.
Waters of forgetfulness.

Gentle waters
closing over you.
Drawing you down.

5) Now add setlock: Sherlock body-floating over a rail and a woman trying to convince Sherlock to kill himself (which was filmed over the Thames and involved the lady in red possibly offering a gun to Sherlock (to kill himself?) before he tosses it away)

6) We also knew that Doug MacKinnon, the TAB director, watched this movie for inspiration pre-TAB. Just a thought to keep in mind when wondering how far back this all really goes)

7) Wait, wait, and the best?

Lady in Green in WIG after she’s hypnotised him and is about to convince him to jump off the building: 

“Stand up. Mr. Holmes.Open your eyes.”

A Whole New World

Happy Birthday @giupear!!!

Do you like Aladdin? Hehe, well have a NaLu AladdinAU you don’t really need.

I hope you had a great birthday Giulia (since I posted this so latee I’m sorryy) <3 <3 

The tiger snarled, slashing at him with malice and intent to maim. Curled talons nearly shredded his silk robes and flesh, the animal quite contempt with making him dance to its own delighted tempo. It was smiling, sharp and yellow fangs reminding him to watch his step…or he’d lose a limb or two. The big cat knew he feared it and so it relished in his hesitant steps.

Happy hissed from under his scarf, far more lower on the feline scale and certainly would end up as this tiger’s snack if he so much as peeked from the fabric.

The white and black animal growled, prowling just out of reach of his legs and sandal clad feet with knowing black eyes; waiting to see his next move and counter it.

In his ear, a bee buzzed encouragement and instructions, The Genie obviously excited about being free from the lamp and seeing the world again. Except, this genie was so very weird. All he did was talk about ‘parfume’ and was eager to help him with this 'parfume of love’ thing.

Plus, his face looked pretty…creepy. But, if this Ichiya Genie could help him see Lucy again, Natsu was all for it.

He just had to get past this damn tiger.

Everything had been weird ever since that geezer tricked him into that giant sand lion’s mouth.

Don’t touch anything, find a lamp, get rewarded. No longer would he be a street rat, he would be pardoned for dragging the princess around Agrabah like some commoner, and he’d be able to afford bread without stealing it.

Natsu was tired of living on the streets, stealing for his share and treated like dung. He and Happy, his blue talking cat, lived on the fly. Cheat, steal, trick: all the same every day.

Then they met Lucy in the market the other day, witnessed her trying to pacify an angry merchant to give up one measly pear for a starving child. Of course, her being the princess was a surprise he found out later, but she was genuinely nice.

Trapped in a world that saw her as a trophy like he was trapped in a world that saw him as nothing. She was just like them. They all wanted better lives.

But then the guards found them, revealed her, arrested him, blah blahblah—he was sentenced to beheading at dawn and she was locked away to await the next prince to try and court her.

Then everything changed when he met the geezer in jail and made a deal that would change his life forever. Sure, it was shady sounding at first but then the dude broke them out of jail and summoned that sand lion in the middle of the desert.

He may be a peasant but he was certainly sold then. Especially when the geezer told him that as long as he got the lamp, the rest of the gold was his.

But then Happy touched a gold fish statue and the mission became more of a 'get yourselves out with the lamp’ kind of thing. A weird magic carpet gave them a lift, the whole thing was pretty terrifying. Natsu had trouble remembering all the details.

In the end, the geezer betrayed them and they ended up in the bottom of a cavern with nothing but names and a stupid lamp.

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Rating: PG-13 for a lil bit of hip action

Summary: The Marauders and Lily go to a used bookstore in Hogsmeade. Some find more than books.

warning UNBETA’D D: 

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anonymousnerdgirl prompted: Nosty sleeps rough away from the lads on his first night back on the streets, and he remembers making love to Belle. His mind takes the scenario and distorts it.

A/N: There was a washing machine interlude (x).

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