Nellie Bly, known for her book Ten Days in a Madhouse, was born in 1864 just outside of Pittsburgh. Unlike her prissy childhood nickname, Pink, she would become a true suffragette and leader in women's voices. Nellie grew up living a typical life of domestic womanhood, but she had a voice that needed to be heard. In 1885, she wrote to the Pittsburg Dispatch, going against an article that said the only purpose for women was to clean house and take care of children and that they had no business working outside the home. In her letter, she evoked a woman's God-given abilities to work and do other jobs well, despite what society thought. Her passionate rebuke landed her a job with the Dispatch for $5 a week. But women weren't respected in journalism. Women were allowed to write about food, gardening, household topics, and fashion. Nellie wanted to be a real journalist.
Inspired by the CW and Netflix show, Two Sentence Horror Stories, I decided to write and share a few of my own. Short horrors are my new favorite thing because they require a pause and some thought. Even though it’s quick to consume, it isn’t soon to digest. I hope you enjoy these five short horror stories. These spooky stories take some time to produce, so your support is greatly appreciated.
People love strange historical objects, but one stands out from the typical collection of oddities—a tear catcher.
The Victorians are known for using lachrymatories or tear catchers. If there’s one thing Victorians knew how to do, it was to mourn. They had elaborate rituals they had to follow to properly show their dead loved ones how much they meant to them. Not only did they wear fancy black clothing, but they also couldn't attend certain social events during their mourning season. They had to dress and act in a way that was appropriate for someone who was mourning.