Video here - youtu.be/szWcivFBRjs

"The Brown Lady"(named after the brown dress she wore) is said to haunt lonely lanes and sparsely populated stately homes in West Norfolk. In life she was Dorothy Walpole Townshend, wife of Turnip Townshend and sister of Britain's first Prime Minister Robert Walpole (https://soundcloud.com/gareth-calway/the-ballad-of-sir-robert-walpole) , and died on March 29 1726. Someone should tell her!  Spooky music video here -https://youtu.be/szWcivFBRjs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_Lady_of_Raynham_Hall

Brown Lady of the Haunted Halls
Where root and pig are rife
They say he killed her in his wrath
Who loved her more than life.

‘Where eyes should be, dark hollows were,’
Said one bold guest at Raynham
Another shot her shadow as she
Disappeared behind them.

What I have seen, I pray to God,
I’ll not again, Geist outen!’
Cried George IV ‘I will not sleep
Another hour at Houghton!

She died the queen of Norfolk’s reign,
First Lady of the Whigs,
They took her photo on the stairs
In 1936.

She loved her Viscount Charlie true,
She loved her brother Robin,
She was the heart that joined them when
The family firm was thriving.

And now she spooks the titled dogs
That guard the beds at night
And gives her guests in Halls, on stairs
And blackout roads a fright.

For love’s the witch to rule them all
Who more than turnips love
What are we else but rutting swine?
She answers from above:

I was the queen of Norfolk’s reign,
First Lady of the Whigs,
I am the Ghost of England Past,
The Circe of her pigs.

Brown Lady of the Haunted Halls

Poet-dramatist Jerry Lieblich and director-choreographer, Paul Lazar discuss the premier of "The Barbarians," at La MaMa’s Ellen Stewart Theatre, East 4th Street, NYC, from February 14 through March 2.
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Composer-lyricist Phil Kline discusses the world premiere of "ghost story," a song cycle inspired by Isabella Stewart Gardner featuring soprano Nicoletta Berry and the percussion & piano quartet YARN/WIRE at Calderwood Hall at the Gardner Museum, Boston MA, February 23.
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Wilma Theatre HotHouse Acting Company members Brett Ashley Robinson and Brandon J. Pierce discuss the premier of Nigerian-born British poet- playwright Inua Ellams’ The Half-God of Rainfall at the Wilma Theatre, Avenue of the Arts, Philadelphia, from February 14 through March 2.
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February 14, 2025 - Theater in the Round Presents: Scary Monsters, Half-Gods, Ghosts, and Barbarians

Matt talks with Dr. Amendt-Radueg about remnants, old stories, and the history of ghosts from vague shades to actual things that go bump in the night. 

Dr. Amendt-Radueg: https://chss.wwu.edu/english-department/raduega

The Ghosthropology Podcast is hosted by Matthew Armstrong, with production from Kaylia Metcalfe, and is a part of the KMMA Media Network www.kmmamedia.com 

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91 Revenants and The Ghost That Wasn't There

Please have a listen to the 'Ed Makes Books and Music Needs You!' track and comment.

Childless [Strange Stories Lodge of Leisures, Free Audiobook Ghost] [22/25]

The Patch of Lamb Skin [Strange Stories Lodge of Leisures, Free Audiobook Ghost] [23/25]

Love's Slave [Strange Stories Lodge of Leisures, Free Audiobook Ghost] [24/25]

The Laughing Ghost [Strange Stories Lodge of Leisures, Free Audiobook Ghost] [25/25]

We have all heard it - some locations are haunted because they were “built on an Indian burial ground.” What is the truth to such claims? What does it really mean when someone invokes this type of claim? In this episode, Matt does a deep dive into the question of Native American cemeteries and the hauntings said to happen there.

The Ghosthropology Podcast is hosted by Matthew Armstrong, with production from Kaylia Metcalfe, and is a part of the KMMA Media Network www.kmmamedia.com

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92 Built on an "Indian Burial Ground"

I am a ghost.

The Pinedale neighborhood of Fresno, California was once the location of a facility used to stage Japanese-Americans on their way to the WWII-era internment camps. In this episode, Matt talks about how history can be stored but also warped in ghost stories and how some aspects of our past hold lessons for the present. Also, there’s an old Spanish lady who throws sand in people’s eyes. 

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94. Pinedale, California

A talk by James Franklin offering a tour through some of the strange and mysterious happenings recorded in Port St Mary.

Expect furious ghosts, soggy witches, phantom funerals, competing giants, a terrifying hare and too many bugganes to count!
The talk will delve into some of the folklore available for Port St Mary, offering surprising connections, fascinating histories and ultimately, a better understanding of the Manx and their lives.

This talk was delivered by James Franklin of Culture Vannin, for Rushen Heritage Trust, at the Erin Arts Centre, on 7 April 2025.

More about Rushen Heritage Trust can be found here: rushenheritage.org/

Culture Vannin exists to promote and support all aspects of culture in the Isle of Man.
https://culturevannin.im/
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www.instagram.com/culturevannin/
www.youtube.com/@culturevannin8486

The Folklore of Port St Mary

In this episode, Matt discusses sleep paralysis, one of the most common and controversial topics in discussions of ghost folklore. Matt will talk about the folklore surrounding sleep paralysis, the origins of the modern study of the phenomenon, and how a folklorist appears to have spurred the medical community to take the matter seriously.

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95. Sleep Paralysis

"Anna’s Curse" is my dark, heavy Irish industrial metal song about a girl who realized too late she had let the Devil in. She screamed, he disappeared in a flash of fire, and now her ghost is stuck, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next unlucky soul to step through the door. It's inspired by Anne Tottenham from Ireland.
I lived over there for a while and have always been obsessed with Irish ghost and horror stories. When I wandered into little village bars and cafés, the good ol’ Irish folks would share their stories with me, and I loved every one of them.
While I was living in Ireland, I worked as an advisor at Microsoft. In my free time, I traveled around, hung out with the locals, and swapped stories.
Anyway, enjoy the song! 

Anna's Course

Anna's Curse

"Anna’s Calling" is my dark, heavy Irish industrial metal track about a girl who unknowingly welcomed the Devil, only to be trapped as a restless spirit after he vanished in fire. Inspired by Ireland’s haunted tales and my time living there, it captures the eerie magic of the ghost stories I heard from locals in small village bars and cafés.

Anna's Calling

Anna's calling

A ghost story from our home village of Sedgeford. The tale of Susan's death in the terrible storm of 1819 made the national newspapers. We performed our memorial and a dramatic recreation of "the fatal thunderstorm in Sedgeford" on her 200th anniversary there at 9 pm (see pic). 

‘Come out in the dark lane, lonely boy,
Leave your laptop and play with me.
Leave your father and mother and holiday home
For my wildwood and wicked sea.’

A gone-tomorrow full-moon face
In bonnet and Sunday best;
A goose ran up and down my flesh,
My hair stood stiff as a crest.

‘I’d die to hold a girl like you,
So fashion-hungry thin
But fear there is no heart behind
That sly come-hither grin.

‘There’s maggots in your Sunday best,
Your bony heroine chic’s
A shade too grave about your mouth,
Your vulture-grinning beak.’

‘I’ve been Death’s bride two hundred years
And much too young to die,
Let me take you back to 1819,
The Fifth Day of July.’

The Squire rode down my father’s door
‘All hands to the pump!’ honked he.
‘Sir, I’m weary from working your bone-dry fields,
‘My family hath need of me!’

‘You’re weary from working my golden fields
But my House expects a neighbour
And my Stream has dried in the lower field
And my Pump demands your labour.’

Our childish shrieks filled the heaven-blue
Played hide and seek round the paves
Laughed under the leaves of Eden-green
And kiss-chased through the graves.

The tardy teacher at the gate,
Seized my pretty lobes,
My spray of pretty graveyard flowers:
‘You’re a hell child, Susan Nobes!’

The sunlit schoolroom candle burned
A flame that barely lightened;
A stroke before the clock struck nine
It devilishly brightened.

A growl and rumble at the door,
As dark as pitch in the room,
A sizzling hiss, like a snake on the roof,
An ear-exploding boom.

‘Prayer,’ scorned the teacher, ‘is stronger than rain!’
The dark began to splinter
In lightning tongues as bright as noon,
It grew as cold as winter.

‘God save us!’ screamed the children all,
The teacher tore her gown,
The rain came down in ice and hail,
The sky turned upside down.

A stained glass window-angel smashed,
I kneeled and tried to pray,
A fiery crack of sulphur took
My girlish breath away.

The flickering lightning licked the tower,
Scorched a yard-wide hole in the wall
And from where my Saviour hung on high
Great blocks began to fall.

‘O Robert, our Susan’s lost in the storm.
What kept you away so long?’
‘The Squire needed water, he got his wish,
But where is our daughter gone?’

‘I sent her to Sunday School, oh Robert,
And I fear my choice was cursed.
For none alive has seen such a Flood
Of gravesoil in the church.

He forged the cross under baked Dove Hill
Its Wash rolled like a tide,
He climbed over hill to the rain-drenched crowd
And took the teacher aside.

‘Where’s Susan?’ he said, as quiet as Death,
‘I believe she is with her Saviour.’
‘You left her alone in the schoolroom and fled?’
His question got no answer.

He waded past the porchway Flood,
The font they’d named his daughter
And into a schoolroom as chill as the tomb
Awash with blocks and mortar.

He found me lifeless upon the floor,
My temples charred with flame,
He clenched me in his arms and wept
A tide he’ll never stem.

‘Come out in the dark lane, lonely boy,
Leave your laptop and play with me.
Leave your father and mother and holiday home
For my wildwood and wicked sea.’

Historical and other details here - https://peacocks-tale.bandcamp.com/edit_album?id=3169869118

The Ballad of Susan Nobes

A haunting theatrical horror metal rock opera fusing the screaming falsetto of King Diamond, the cinematic drama of Meat Loaf, and the raspy soul of Janis Joplin. “The Curse in Her Veins” is a gothic ghost story told through fire, revenge, and power.

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The Curse In Her Veins

Vocals by Subin Kara Ahn. Lyrics:
HAO:
I HOPE I'M NOT RIGHT.
I HOPE YOU WON'T THINK ME INSANE.
BUT SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH JÓZEF.
I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT.
BUT THE THOUGHTS I HAVE REMAIN.
SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH JÓZEF.

HE COMES HOME TOO EARLY.
COMES HOME TOO LATE.
COMES HOME TOO DRUNK.
WANTS FOOD ON HIS PLATE.
A DIFFERENT STEP.
A DIFFERENT SMELL.
FORGETS A SONG
HE SHOULD KNOW WELL.
FORGETS A SONG
HE SHOULD KNOW WELL.

SOMETHING HIDES INSIDE YOUR SKIN.
I DON’T KNOW WHEN I LET IT IN.
WATER DROPLETS ON THE DOOR.
I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE.
ONLY BREATHING WHEN YOU’RE GONE.
SEEK THE HORSE I’M SITTING ON.
WATER PUDDLES ON THE FLOOR.
I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE.

HIS SKIN TOO LOOSE.
HIS VOICE TOO LOW.
HIS EYES TOO SCARED.
I STOP, HE'LL GO.
HE FEELS LIKE DEATH.
HE LOOKS THE SAME.
HE KNOWS MY LOVE
BUT NOT MY NAME. 
HE CALLS ME “LOVE”
BUT NEVER MY NAME.

SOMETHING HIDES BEHIND YOUR EYES.
SOMETHING FEEDS ON MY SURPRISE.
SOMETHING THAT I CAN’T IGNORE.
I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE.
YOU FORGET THE WAY WE WALKED,
ONLY SHOUT THE WAY WE TALKED;
ASKING WHAT I’M FRIGHTENED FOR.
I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE.

MY GRANDFATHER SAID NOT TO PLAY NEAR THE SHORE.
IF SOMEONE HAD DROWNED THEMSELVES THERE BEFORE.
THEIR GHOST GRABS YOUR ANKLE AND SWITCHES YOUR PLACES.
A GHOST WITH A THOUSAND FAMILIAR FACES.
WHEN DID YOU CHANGE? 
WHY WASN’T I THERE? 
WHY DID YOU DROWN? 
WHY COME UP FOR AIR? 

I WILL CAST OUT A ROPE
TO THE AFTERLIFE’S SEA
YOU WILL NOT HAVE HIM
YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME.

I HOPE I’M RIGHT.
I HOPE YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WANTED.
HOW DARE YOU WRONG MY JÓZEF? 
I HOPE I’M RIGHT. 
I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED.
HOW DARE YOU WRONG MY JÓZEF?

I Don't Know You Anymore (Ghost Story Demo)

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Film music, contemporary music, experimental sounds, and hip-hop.

A marriage (and we are actually married, 45 years so far) of melody and rhythm. We do folk, indie, Americana, Norfolk noir, beat poems &  ghazals. Traditional tunes with contemporary beats. Music videos  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb8wV0-DNiFs1R5G2VSytBQ
Maz lead & harmony vocals, acoustic guitar. Gaz vocals, voice, bass, drums & percussion, harmonium, recorders, lyre harp, field recordings.

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This page is for our website portfolio; demos for in-progress projects are posted to https://soundcloud.com/elliotvalentinelee

We are Mel Hornyak (Book/Lyrics) and Elliot Valentine (Book/Lyrics/Music), two New York-based musical theater writers who work under the artist name Melliot. Our musicals use speculative genres like sci-fi, horror, and fantasy to defamiliarize power, love and identity.

Promoting and supporting all aspects of culture in the Isle of Man.

Culture Vannin awards grants and initiates schemes whilst supporting the work of development officers for music and language. The work of Culture Vannin has been fundamental to the revival of interest and support for Manx language and culture over the last twenty years.

Culture Vannin is the trading name for the Manx Heritage Foundation, registered charity 333 in the Isle of Man.

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Ghostthropology Podcast examines ghost stories, folklore, and tales of the weird.  It is writen and preformed by Matthew Armstrong and produced by Kaylia Metcalfe

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