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.............................lightening Your Entering The Mausoleum At Your Own Risk
The Mausoleum
Pictures of Lon Chaney as the Phantom

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The Mausoleum

Dead are Rising


Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
these rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, theres no more dying then.
William Shakespeare; Sonnet 146

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dead lightening rising dead under the moon
lightening .dead souls lightening

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see the flash lightening
dead lightningdead lightning dead souls lightening

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Be careful. Go Slow!

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see the flash lightening
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Dead rising

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It is hot in here!
Today's Weather
is 100 and Climbing!

 

One mile to Hell

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Hell fire

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"Death is a mystery and burial is a secret." ~Stephen King

 

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Epitaph ~ Dog of Lord Byron
Near this spot
are deposited the remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery,
if inscribed over human Ashes,
is but a just Tribute to the memory of
Boatswain, a DOG
who was born in Newfoundland, May 1803,
and died at Newstead, Nov 18, 1808.
~Boatswain (1803-1808)

 

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tombstone body rising somstone rises tomb stones

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Dead Rising

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-----Its getting darker. Be carful!

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blood drip bar
Tap - Tap tap

Whats that tapping we hear?
Two men were walking home after a Halloween party and decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery just for laughs.
Right in the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.

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Trembling with fear, they looked around, and found an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.
"Holy cow, Mister!" one of them said after catching his breath.

"You scared us half to death. We thought you were a ghost... What are you doing working here so late at night?"

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"Those fools!" the old man grumbled,
"they misspelled my name!"

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Scary Bones

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Cast a cold eye
On life, on death
Horseman, pass by.
~ William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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The Danse Macbre Movie, I like to leave the sound on that playing and open thin is full screen.

 

The site is haunted or haunting I tell you.

 

Music Video Danse MacbreYoung scary musicians fiddles around the dance floor. An artistic view. Fiddle and dance Love feels his uncanny breath and swoons. Countess Danse, Music video dance, dance kiss of horror with scary love. Then runs from the ghostly ghouls and goblins. While the rooster crows and the sun comes up. A relief from spirits grows.

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Dance of Death
Dance of Death
1493 by Michael Wolgemut, from the Liber chronicarum by Hartmann Schedel.
Its origins are postulated from illustrated sermon texts; the earliest recorded visual scheme was a now lost mural in the Saints Innocents Cemetery in Paris dating from 1424–25.
An artistic genre of late medieval allegory on the universality of death. No matter one's station in life, the Dance of Death unites all. The dead or personified Death summoning representatives from all walks of life to dance along to the grave, typically with a pope, emperor, king, child, and labourer. They were produced to remind people of the fragility of their lives and how vain were the glories of earthly life.

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Tombstone

 

Epitaph

 

"Excuse My Dust". ~ Dorothy Parker 1893 - 1967

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All you that doth my grave pass by,
As you are now so once was I,
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for death & follow me.

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..GO This way ~~> ~~> ~~~>Get out of The Mausoleum<~~

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Demon Thanks to Adoptademon.net The Dead Are Rising And It Is Scary Scary at this Halloween Fun Halloween Scare's Web Site. There is Scary Bones

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The Dead are One Rising!DEAD

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"If you're going through hell, keep going." ~ Winston Churchill .

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see the flash lightening scary skeletons Church Cemetery

 


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Charles, from T.S. Eliots "Burnt Norton":

Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the coexistence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.


Burnt Norton

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For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death” John Oxenham

 

You've got to dance like nobody's watching, and love like it's never going to hurt ~ Anon

 

It is natural on Halloween when the dead rise to fell like they may follow you. Go through the dead rising door.spider scary

 

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... ~~> ~~> ~~~>> scary bones dead rising door <~~Next trick or treats

 

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Go slowly for the ghostly dead in this

Haunted Graveyard Cemetery


This cemetery has ghosts and spirits that wander freely. The Dead Are Rising in this haunted ghostly graveyard cemetery. These are dark souls that linger within these walls. It is either amazing or a mistake for you to have wandered into a burial chamber of the deceased. It has become a meeting place for the darkest and most terrifying souls. Your in the Mausoleum! Bodies are formed of flames and they rise to the occasion. These are ghostly dark souls that linger besides you. Be aware and be afraid of these scary bones!