THE SARATOGA WITCH
This summer we moved from New England to upstate NY near Saratoga Springs.
The first thing I did when we arrived (after unpacking) was learn the haunted history of the area. I hit the jackpot. Reportedly, there are 467 haunted venues in Albany/Saratoga area. The many battles of the Revolutionary War fought here, including The Battle of Saratoga are responsible for many of the sightings. But hidden deep in the history of the war, I discovered, Angeline Tubbs, The Witch of Saratoga.
The woman was real. Here's her picture from the Saratoga Public Library. Her story? Well, you decide for yourself. But if true, she's one cool witch...
Angeline was born in 1761 in Britain. At 17 she followed her fiancée to the colonies to fight in the war. After the British were defeated at the Battle of Saratoga, he dumped her.
Alone and abandoned, she settled in a hut at the base of Mt. Vista, a small mountain about one mile north of Saratoga, a brood of cats her only companions.
She soon earned a reputation as a witch and made a living telling fortunes, the majority of which came true.
At one point, and the information is murky, she was sentenced to hang. There is no evidence she was charged with witchcraft, and some say she was falsely charged with stealing to disguise the real reason, which was she scared the townspeople and they wanted her gone.
The hanging failed. She walked away, a mark on her neck forever.
They didn’t try again.
Some townsfolk claimed they would see Angeline on Mt. Vista, on the edge of the cliff, standing with her arms outstretched in the middle of a terrible storms, talking to spirits.
Mr. William Stone wrote about it in his dairy in 1826. It's–not clear who Mr. Stone was, but I got the impression he was somewhat important figure in the community.
“Had she been mistress of the whirlwind, she could not have been more delighted with storms. She had been seen, her form erect and with extended arms, standing upon the verge of fearful precipices, in the midst of the most awful tempests, conversing, as it were, with unseen spirits, her long, matted hair streaming in the wind, while the thunder was riving the rocks beneath her feet, and the red lightning encircling her as with a winding-sheet of flame.”
Angeline boasted she would die when the last of her 21 cats died. She grew older and older, outliving those who shunned and ostracized her and when her last cat died, so did she, in 1865 at the age 104.
There are those who swear she still inhabits Angeline’s Hill on Mt. Vista. A young writer, Ben Carradine on a writer’s retreat in 1932 saw her apparition briefly, for the first time. Driving back from Ohio in 1955, he pulled over to look at the sunset, when a thunderstorm rolled in. Taking cover near Mt. Vista, he found shelter under an overhanging rock and saw her a second time. Here’s his account:
“A lone figure was standing on the stone ledge at the top, silhouetted against the sky. She stood erect, arms stretched out to the raging sky. Her long hair and wet cloak streamed out behind her. And he heard her piercing scream above him. Another lightning bolt illuminated the woman. She screamed again and again as the lightning flashed, the thunder cracked, the rain fell, and the wind howled. Finally the clouds moved away, the screaming stopped, and the woman vanished."
So my quest this fall is to find Mt. Vista and climb up and see if Angeline makes an appearance. I'll keep you posted...
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Hi everyone and welcome to Day 4 of the Hop.
I won't be around much today, it's my birthday and as Morticia Addams says, "What a dark and dreadful morning, I love it."
A perfect day to go for a stroll through
some old, haunted cemeteries here in
Saratoga, NY and then dinner.
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Today I'm posting a dark flash fiction found in
CURIOUSLY DARK TALES,
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THE CAB RIDE - Be careful who hears you're willing to give your soul.
“Where to, Miss?”
“Broadway & Bayview. The old--—
“Grimaldi Mansion? Sorry, Miss, I don’t go there.”
Abigale rummaged through her purse with a groan. “You’re the third to refuse me.” She tossed him a few dollars. “Here, for your trouble.” The driver mumbled a thank you as she climbed out. He pulled away, tires spinning.
“There must be one cabbie in New York with the hutzpah to take me where I want to go.” Abigale ran two blocks up then raised her arm in the air. “I’d give my soul to get there today.” The day no one else dared.
At that moment an old green and cream-colored checkered cab turned the corner and barreled toward her. Cars veered out of its way. Undaunted, it squealed to a stop in front of her. The window cranked down, the old driver asked, “Where to young lady? I’ll take you wherever you’d like to go.”
“Even Inwood Park? The Grimaldi Mansion?”
“I know it well. Hop in.”
She could read the headlines now. Ghost Hunter, Abigale Turner, spends night at haunted Grimaldi Mansion on the 50th anniversary of grisly murders.
Yanking the cab’s heavy, high door open, she jumped in the roomy back seat. The door banged closed. “How much?”
The driver’s neck twisted toward her at an odd angle atop his lanky body. Bright red lips lifted into a grin of a demented Jack-O-Lantern spread high and wide until the corners reached his ears.
Fear engulfed her. She flung herself at the door but found a smooth flat surface in place of the handle. Like a large fish in a small tank, she suffocated on her own breath. “Let me out. I’ve changed my mind.” Her fists pounded at the windows. Her fingernails scratched at the glass. “Help me,” she screamed, “Please!”
Busy New Yorkers scurried past without a glance.
Through lips stretched taut over pointed, dripping teeth he said, “Relax, my dear. It’s a one way trip and the fare is no more than you said you’re willing to give.”
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Today I'm featuring an anthology of dark stories that I published a couple years ago, titled CURIOUSLY DARK TALES. I'm fond of short dark/flash fiction and had great fun writing it. There is a little something for everyone...
Two stories are about Italian witches aka Strega's. Stregheria is hereditary and passed from generation to generation.
One tale features Mal Ombre, an old Sicilian folktale about a dark shadow (loose translation) that visits at night and takes your soul.
A vampire stars in one as well as a serial killer in another.
There's a dark flash fiction called The Cab Ride, that I'll post up for free tomorrow.
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