As I have already written to you, I was searching for an abandoned church in Bavaria for a long time. But could not find something, so I had to move to another federal state.
When I got back from there I surprisingly found this gem here:
The church stands on the edge of a small village. This village could not pay the maintenance costs a hundred years ago. And so the small church gradually decayed. Today only the bell tower and a few remains of the wall remain. I sincerely hope that vandals are afraid to break even more and at least respect a church. This place actually seemed sacred or magical to me.
John Baptist Greco, a staunch Roman Catholic, had a vision of a roadside theme park devoted to God. By the end of the 1950s, he had created a theme park built to replicate a miniature Bethlehem. Yes, you read that correctly. There was, in fact, a theme park made to be a miniature Bethlehem in devotion to God. By the 1960s, the park was visited by some 50,000 people a year. One could come and see a recreation of the Garden of Eden, biblical-themed dioramas and various tributes to the life and work of Jesus Christ. In 1984, the park was closed for renovation. Greco had hopes of expanding the site to attract more visitors; however, this was never achieved as he died in 1986.
There are two things that give this place its creepy feel. The first thing is Holy Land USA’s Catacombs. The Catacombs snake through about 200 yards, leading somewhere under the parking lot. At the time of the park’s prime, the Catacombs served as representations of famous biblical characters’ tombs. Since the park’s abandonment, they’re described as “The whole experience was definitely pretty creepy and I wouldn’t recommend it to the weak of heart. It’s dirty, dank and extremely unearthly down there” [Chuck Taylor/Ron Bozman, 8/18/97]. The second factor into this park’s creepiness is not for the faint of heart; if you would not like to read about homicide and assault, please stop reading here. In 2010, Chloe Ottman (16) went to explore the abandoned theme park with her friend, Francisco Cruz (19). Cruz made unwanted advances towards Ottman, and when she declined he decided to rape, strangle, and stab Ottman to death. This all took place right under the park’s 50-foot cross (pictured above).
A/N: Once upon a
time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part
monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so
I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks
as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened
to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat
shit crazy for putting this out there.
P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t
confusing (but please let me know if it is).
What’re you doing in here so late?”
“Hungry. AGAIN. And I
swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want
“Well I’ll leave you
to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece
you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”
Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t
really confident where he was.
What. In. The. Hell.
Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the
ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty
very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece?
Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last
since you mentioned a fic where Baki and Onoki try to be like dads to Gaara, I'm just imagining an AU where Gaara asks Baki and Onoki to attend his wedding as his father and his grandfather respectively and they spend the entire time bawling their eyes out and blubbering "if you ever hurt him" threats to his spouse
NOW YOU’VE DONE IT NONNY
Kankuro casually took another sip of
his sake, corners of his mouth twitching and laughter caught tightly in his
It was actually quite impressive just how
many different ways the Tsuchikage had found to say, ‘I am thrilled that
my grandson has found someone who loves him so much, but I am prepared to start
another Great Ninja War if I ever see him sad’ in a single speech. Practically
every other line he threw in another thinly-veiled threat – though the
effect of his words was somewhat dampened by the constant sniffing and rubbing
of fingers under eyes – sandwiched in-between glowing praises of how far Gaara
had come and how proud he was to see him leading the world to a better place.
Each time Onoki mentioned fighting side-by-side with him in
the last war, the entire room flinched, unsure chuckles and nervous glances
exchanged as the old man barrelled on.
By now, even the densest of the guests had caught on and
were throwing pitying looks at the newlywed couple.
The poor sod who’d just officially joined the family was
still smiling and laughing along – though Kankuro couldn’t help but notice that
it was just a little too tight – but was rather pointedly not
looking at Onoki for very long.
Actually, Gaara was probably the only one
who hadn’t noticed; too busy staring up at the man who’d somehow
become the grandfather none of them had ever known in awe, with occasional
long, loving looks sent to the one next to him, hands twisting tighter together
and a ridiculously dopey smile on his face that Kankuro had already snuck
several pictures of, snickering quietly about it with his sister.
Still, as certain as he was that the photos were gonna make
for some prime blackmail material later on, he couldn’t help
but feel just a little weepy himself, though he took pride in the fact that
he’d gotten all his sobbing over and done with early on, unlike Onoki, who had
been keeping up a low-level sniffling for over two hours now – snapping at
anyone who dared point it out – and Baki, who had broken down at least four separate
times already and judging from the way his eyes were glistening, he was
prepping for a fifth, just in time for his own speech.
It would probably not be quite as entertainingly ominous as
the Tsuchikage’s was, but Kankuro was confident there would be an embarrassing
childhood story to two in there somewhere.
wished he’d brought in a notepad now; how much time did he have to rewrite his
The Universal Eye, they used to call it. The technical term is a LDQT, a Long-Distance Quantum Telescope. A telescope capable of channeling information instantly from the distant corners of the universe. With it, a picture of Saturn’s moons can be taken as easily as a picture of our moon without needing to send a spaceship to Saturn. Better than that, it can take pictures of planets and stars light years away instantly, letting us know the universe in real time without being limited by the speed of light.
When Tara Conray was a little girl, the first LDQT, Asimov I, was being built in close Earth orbit, and she followed its progress closely. When Asimov first took a grainy black and white picture of Persephone, the most distant planet in the solar system, from up close, the world went wild, and Tara went even wilder. Every new picture dazzled the minds of adults and children, laymen and scientists alike. Back then Tara knew that she wanted nothing less than being able to work with Asimov I.