The ghouls and spectres will soon be gathering… here in Transylvania must be the beating heart of Hallowe’en, and here are the images to prove it. Whaaahaahaahaa… Wrap up warm tonight, against the deadly touch of the freezing wind whips up your trouser legs and makes every hair bristle in terror. Is that the wind howling, or the eldritch shriek of the dead, screeching to be let out of purgatory?
Vlad III, Voivoide of Wallachia, known forever as the Impaler Vlad Tepes, watching over his home town of Sighisoara
The Hand of Glory (or a chicken’s foot)
Encroaching doom appears as a hellish sunset over Piatra Craiului
Bran Castle’s weapons of death
The house in Sighisoara where Vlad Tepes, Vlad III, Dracula, was born
A Transylvanian place to Rest In Peace…
“Golden lads and lasses must, like chimney sweepers, come to dust.” None of us gets out of here alive… (stone carving in the Gothic Cathedral, Sibiu)
Ancient cross below Bran Castle, with power symbols and runic writing
Modern-day impaling: the Thing on the Spike (NB dripping blood) in Bucharest
A stake in Transylvania….
But not all of us will be outside watching witches whizz overhead in the black night sky….
Some of us don’t give a rat’s right knacker about the Undead, enjoying a dreamless snooze in front of the fire