One of my favorite sites!
I grew up watching Dark Shadows and Barnabas.
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Dark Shadows

That autumn, as she rode in the wagon towards Gallows Hill, Miranda du Val was not thinking of the babe in her arms they had given her to suckle one last time, nor was she thinking of Andrew Merriweather, whom they had already broken and banished to the forest, nor Judah Zachery, whose head was far from his body. She was thinking of her bright farm aflame with the Devil's torches, the fiery maples against a cloudless sky, and the ribbon of stream that beavers had backed into a pond. She had let them have it finally, when she had decided a pond was as good a thing to have as a wood lot.