Tragic loss of wolves in a zoo

 Feeling very sad because of a heart breaking story I just heard about. I wanted to share it here and please beware of my emotions. 

An entire family of wolves in Wildwood Trust in Herne Common were killed on my birthday yesterday. Knowing about this made my blood run cold. It was at a zoo in Kent, a pack of Eurasian wolves lived in  an enclosure of trees. Visitors were able to see the wolves in their space and some people have even claimed they once petted them! Others felt concerned for the wolves being kept in a small confinement so all they did was pacing back and forth.

This family consisted of parents, Odin and Nuna, and their three sons Minimus, Tiberius and Maximus. No longer puppies, the young adult brothers were unable to leave the pack as nature would tell them. The only available female was their mother. The staff acknowledged a breakdown in the pack resorting to aggression among the wolves, three of them severely wounded after fighting. That could've been because these males fought over Nuna. The brothers instinctively needed to exit the enclosure and leave, travelling miles on a journey to find their own family pack. Wolves in the wild behave like this. They just don't remain at home with mum and dad during adulthood, especially not three brothers. 

No plans made to separate the lads and help them adjust to a different environment or even to meet other female wolves. The staff could have reached out to other wildlife parks, or contact wolf trusts and wolf experts. They didn't do this. The big boys only wanted to move to their own dens and become independent. This is where the anger happened. Wolves are not pets. The staff simply didn't know this! Shame on them. My blood boils now for the lives of these wolves lost to foolish neglectful people running this wild park.  

Rest and be free beautiful wolves.

She Wolf Night    

The wicked Candy Lady

 There is a sinister case about a serial killer named Clara Crane. Some of this has been interwoven with folklore and today the story is an urban legend. 

Born in Terral, Texas in 1871, Clara grew up on a farm and later met Leonard Crane, fell in love and they got married. Things turned darker when she lost a child and blamed it on her husband who became an alcoholic. Out of vengeance, she decided to kill him. She put poison over pieces of caramel, fed it to Leonard and he died shortly after eating it. It was 1895 and this murder was reported to the local sheriff Dixon. After her arrest, Clara Crane went on trial and found guilty but she was considered mentally ill, so she was sent to Terral State Mental Hospital. She suffered there, emotionally and physically by abusive staff. She was under the care of Dr Vernon Matthews and it seemed that he, as well as his staff, were involved in tormenting Clara. There was overcrowding in the psychiatric hospital, so Clara was released back home in 1903. 

It was then that mysterious gifts were placed on windowsills of certain houses across town. These contained wrapped sweets of caramels with written messages inside that said "Come out and play". Children went missing soon after. Sheriff Dixon noticed there was an eerie connection to Clara Crane, who also used caramels to kill her husband. The missing children were the very children of people who worked at Terral State Mental Hospital. 

A search party looked for Clara Crane, going through her cornfields and farm. Sheriff Dixon was later found dead in a barn. Countless more deaths followed. More evidence showed Clara was behind it all, when they found caramel wrappers containing teeth belonging to the missing children. In total 28 children had gone missing. A total of 6 sheriff's were murdered in the investigation. She disappeared and was never seen again. Today Clara Crane is known as the Candy Lady. 

This is a horrible true event mimicking warnings from many fairy tales, mostly this is like the character of the evil wicked stepmother in "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". Or the cannibalistic witch in "Hansel and Gretel" with a gingerbread house made of candies to lure children. Fables can be real. The moral is don't accept gifts from strangers, and don't eat sweets from strangers. It's a creepy story that can put you off eating candy altogether.

She Wolf Night  

(Edited later to correct errors and add more).

March ghosts

March 2026 is all about St Patrick's Day and Mothering Sunday. There's nothing spooky about March, unless you live in a haunted house and experience recurring hauntings on ancient sites. There's plenty of eerie haunted buildings with spectral visitors in March, as this time includes the cursed Ides of March, with bad luck happening such as winter storms and false springs. It brings the phrase "In like a lion, out like a lamb." The phrase "March Madness" is connected to stress, fatigue and sleep disruption caused by daylight savings time change. I shall mention some ghost activities and then personal stories.   

 One of the most darkest church ruins is Saint Nonna, also called "Cathedral of the Moor" in Altarnun in Cornwall. It's a 12th century church that was originally built on an even older sacred pagan Neolithic  temple, believed to have been a place of human sacrifices. There is a well that was once part of a Medieval ritual of tormenting the sick and mentally ill. This including tying them up, giving them violent thumps across the chest and throwing them into the water. After being removed, the patients would be gathered into the church for congregation. It's believed that St. Nonna is the mother of Saint David. Every 1st March is St David's Day and this is when ghostly singing can be heard coming from the church ruins.

At Hopton Castle in Shropshire, a haunted army appears every 14th March. The soldiers are Parliamentarian forces, about 28 of them who arrived at the castle and remained there for two weeks, surrounded by enemy Royalists. Soon the Parliamentarians were attacked and slaughtered by hundreds of Royalists. Now this happens every year on that anniversary. 

17th March is the spookiest time of year at Ye Olde Ferryboat Inn, Holywell in Cambridgeshire. The tragic story goes that in the year 1050, a 17 year old girl named Juliet Tewsley fell in love with Tom Zaul. He rejected her completely when she approached him, and this made Juliet extremely upset. She took her own life, unable to cope with heartbreak. She was buried near the River Ouse. Many years passed and then Ye Olde Ferryboat Inn was built over her grave. This disturbed Juliet, who visits the inn on the anniversary of her death. She frightens guests, causes trouble and tampers with electricity. Apparently she calms down when someone says something nice to her. Today there's a memorial for her including a gravestone inside the inn itself. Poor Juliet deserves to be loved.

During the first full moon in March, a huge cat appears on the moor in Beeley, Derbyshire. Some reported it as a panther running across the road in front of cars. It's terrified walkers who fear for their lives. 

In Ottery St Mary churchyard in Devon, a male spirit haunts every 26th March. It's said he rises from the grave, or basically emerges from his tomb on that date every year. He looks around and then returns to his grave. This is John Coke who was murdered by his own brother on 26th March 1632. He gets up every anniversary to watch out for his brother. 

Now two personal stories to share. A Reddit user named Pequod47 wrote that they had a nightmare of a tall skinny man wearing a trench coat. The user often had this recurring dream of the same scary figure that just stared with creepy eyes. Then many years later, the very same entity appeared in an elevator mirror staring with the same intense gaze. 

Another from user Akatsuki_Accountant wrote about a childhood experience. Once her parents went out to a party, leaving both her and younger sister in the house for the night. Late that night, the parents were heard coming home, so she quickly turned off her computer game and got into bed, pretending to be asleep. Someone approached the bedroom and opened the door, which the user said she had her eyes partially closed. She could make out an elderly woman in a long Victorian dress, who smiled and turned off the lamp. She later found out there was an ancestor in an old Victorian photograph looking like the woman who appeared in her bedroom that night. 

She Wolf Night