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toddatteberry  > The Macabre > Gothic Landscapes
Haunted woods, forests and shorelines of Long Island
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toddatteberry > The Storm Blows In, Robert Moses State Park, Long Island, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Sheltered From The Storm, Robert Moses State Park, Long Island, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Mary's Hanging Tree, St. James, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Gates To Mary's Grave, Head of Harbor, Saint James, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Sunken Meadow State Park, Long Island, New York. In truth, all through the haunted forest there could be nothing more frightful than the figure of Goodman Brown. On he flew among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of man. Thus sped the demoniac on his course, until, quivering among the trees, he saw a red light before him, as when the felled trunks and branches of a clearing have been set on fire, and throw up their lurid blaze against the sky, at the hour of midnight. He paused, in a lull of the tempest that had driven him onward, and heard the swell of what seemed a hymn, rolling solemnly from a distance with the weight of many voices. He knew the tune; it was a familiar one in the choir of the village meeting-house. The verse died heavily away, and was lengthened by a chorus, not of human voices, but of all the sounds of the benighted wilderness pealing in awful harmony together. Goodman Brown cried out, and his cry was lost to his own ear by its unison with the cry of the desert. From "Young Goodman Brown" by Nathanial Hawthorne
toddatteberry > Sunken Meadow State Park, Long Island, New York. In truth, all through the haunted forest there could be nothing more frightful than the figure of Goodman Brown. On he flew among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of man. Thus sped the demoniac on his course, until, quivering among the trees, he saw a red light before him, as when the felled trunks and branches of a clearing have been set on fire, and throw up their lurid blaze against the sky, at the hour of midnight. He paused, in a lull of the tempest that had driven him onward, and heard the swell of what seemed a hymn, rolling solemnly from a distance with the weight of many voices. He knew the tune; it was a familiar one in the choir of the village meeting-house. The verse died heavily away, and was lengthened by a chorus, not of human voices, but of all the sounds of the benighted wilderness pealing in awful harmony together. Goodman Brown cried out, and his cry was lost to his own ear by its unison with the cry of the desert. From "Young Goodman Brown" by Nathanial Hawthorne
toddatteberry > Dark Mary's Hole a.k.a. Mary's Playhouse, Stony Brook, New York Read the story here
Mary's Hanging Tree,
St. James, New York
Read the story here
toddatteberry > Mary's Hanging Tree, St. James, New York Read the story here
Mary's Hanging Tree,
St. James, New York
Read the story here
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