The morning sun fights its way through the fog while the tree limbs seem to reach toward it.
If you’ve never been to New Englandor have moved away and are missing it, this post is for you.
The unusual October New England Nor’easter has given this Halloween a strange vibe. We lost power and had to hit survival mode—because even with a fireplace it’s cold and not much fun—but when this morning dawned, one look out the window at the out-of-the-ordinary fog that had rolled in, and how it had shrouded the downed trees and landscape, put me back in the spirit.
With creepy in mind, I drove out into the fog to get these photos below. If you’ve never been to New England, I can tell you as someone who’s lived here her whole life that these shots have just the right atmosphere. If you’ve lived here, have moved to warmer climes and are missing it (I know some of you are), hopefully this reminds you of home—but hopefully it also inspires gratitude that you’re not dealing with the crazy weather, power outages, frozen pipes and unpredictability anymore.
This tree along Stadley Rough Road in Danbury appeared to be split in half by lightning; on closer look, it wasn’t. But I still got the shivers from it.
This tree on a Karen Road corner property seems like it’s sad.
A tree that came down on our property. I love the tangles against the backdrop.
Another shot of what I’m going to call the “Thistle Tree.” I got another shot of this because I’m working on a new ghost story and will definitely use this as a visual.
A tree that fell elsewhere on our property.
This is a “stream” that runs through our property. It’s not a stream, it’s really just run-off, but because of that it has a stagnant look to it that’s bone-chilling. For some reason it reminds me of the settings in the 1968 Vincent Price film Witchfinder General.
The fog on Karen Road. It reminds me of what I always visualize when I read a Victorian ghost story (well, minus the asphalt and the double yellow lines and the power lines).
This fallen tree on Stadley Rough Road seems like it will attack any passer-by that gets too close.
This tree at a dangerous bend on Karen Road gives new meaning to the words “speed trap.”
This tree fell across our driveway during the storm. We literally dragged it out of the way since our chainsaw wasn’t working. It doesn’t look like much, but it was heavy, let me tell you.
Another shot of the tree that blocked our driveway during the storm.
A shot of the morning fog out my dining room window.
The morning fog shrouds my back woods.
The morning fog out my back door—I love this photo because of the way the evergreens are ghostly in the mist.
Nathan’s Zombie Crossing Sign near another downed tree on our property. I think this photo would’ve been creepier if A, Nathan’s car hadn’t been there, or B, Nathan’s car had been a bombed-out wreck. Shades of The Walking Dead, anyone?
This shot reminded me of what the foliage might look like in front of a Haunted House.
A ghost story writer who still sleeps with the lights on, Kristi Petersen Schoonover’s fiction has appeared in many magazines and anthologies; her traditionally published books include a short story collection, THE SHADOWS BEHIND. She was the recipient of three Norman Mailer Writers Colony Residencies and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College. She serves as co-host of the DARK DISCUSSIONS podcast, as founding editor of the dark literary journal 34 ORCHARD, and is a member of both the New England Horror Writers and the Horror Writers Association. Follow her adventures at kristipetersenschoonover.com.
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