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The Story of the Veilwalker of Thousand Steps below.

Photo is printed at a local photo lab on Fuji Crystal Archive professional photo paper with a matte finish & no border. Photo comes in a clear plastic sleeve and mailed to you in a sturdy photo mailer and will ship usually within seven business days after your purchase.

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The Story of the Veilwalker of Thousand Steps.

It is my greatest pleasure to share with you the not-so-well-known tale of The Veilwalker of Thousand Steps. She is the phantasmal guardian of Thousand Steps Cemetery.

The cemetery is her home. The dead are her charges. The crows, her companions. Enter with caution & great respect as she is very protective of her home & those she loves. It is said that leaving her gifts of coins, keys, other shiny objects of beauty, or a juicy red apple may help to win her favor.

She walks the veil between the worlds, unable to cross over. She's forgotten who she was. Sometimes a playful & benevolent spirit, she can be seen after dusk as the last ray of sun slips away, or frolicking under the pale moonlight. But then, she can also be seen whenever she wishes to be seen & can look just as real as you or me.

Some say she was locked in the attic of her family home, a Queen Anne style Victorian house surrounded by gardens and an apple orchard. It was across a field from Thousand Steps Cemetery. Her mother locked her away, after refusing to marry a man she did not love. Her free spirit would not allow her to live an ordinary life. But this was not the way things were done.

Others say there was another with whom she was in love -- they were kindred spirits & inseparable. Tragically, after she was locked away, her love was found at the bottom of Thousand Steps, with a broken neck. There were rumors that it was not an accident.

There were even more rumors that she was a Witch. With her love of nature & rebellious spirit, how could she not be? She wasn't like other women. She didn't fit in and gossip spread swiftly.

One thing is certain, she spent the last years of her life in that attic. People walking by could see her frantically tapping on the windows. Desperation covering her face. Pleading for someone to help relieve her suffering. Instead, they would walk on by, pretending not to notice her wailing & shrieking. Help would never come. All hope was lost.

Locked away, her comforts were few. She found a forgotten music box in a dark dusty corner of the attic. It could be heard in the quiet of the night playing the same song over and over. She looked forward to the autumn when the apples from the orchard were harvested and were left with her meals. Then there were the crows that would land on the window ledge. They were her only companions. She longed to touch them... to feed them a few crumbs from her food. She could not. Her family had nailed all the windows shut to keep her from escaping.

Being trapped inside was more than she could bear. She went mad there in that attic not being able to touch the grass with her bare feet, run through the mossy woods, or feeling the sun & the rain on her skin. First her heart fractured. Later, then her mind. She frantically clawed & scratched at the windowsills, desperate to be free, to feel the wind on her face & the moonlight on her skin.

No one knew what ever happened to her. Her name forgotten. Her family moved & the house fell into disrepair. Some say she was seen running in a wild frenzy from her family home towards Thousand Steps. Some say they saw her in that attic window from time to time, even just a few years ago.

The house was eventually scheduled for demolition to make room for a sub-division. No one had lived there for quite some time. The demolition crew checked through the house to make sure it was vacant and also to look for anything of value.

One of the workers came to a door at the end of a long hallway on the third floor. He tried to open it, but couldn't. It was nailed shut. After several failed attempts, he eventually pried the door open with a crowbar. It sprung open with a groan. A cold cloud of dust pushed him back causing him to cough. Hesitantly, he went through the door and up the creaky stairs that led to the attic. The door gently swung closed behind him. Startled, he turned to see scratch marks on the back of the door.

As he went up the steps, the attic came into view. Sunlight came through a window high above and pooled on the floor reviling what appeared to be a pile of light colored dusty rags. As he walked closer he could see that it was not a pile of old rags. It was the skeleton of a woman wearing a once white dress made of delicate fine lace. He noticed something in her hand. Looking closer revealed what appeared to be a withered apple.

Now we know she never left that place while she was alive. Her family nailing the door shut when they moved. It is believed that those who witnessed her running away from the home to Thousand Steps actually saw her specter. Finally achieving freedom upon her death. To this day, you can hear her mournful lament, as if a Banshee wailing in the wind.

Story by Karmen Naccarato, Copyright 2013.

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