Crow visits the Blue Lady.

I took Crow back out to the "Blue Lady" cemetery which is supposedly notorious for its resident ghost. We left Mary some shiny new pennies, but didn't really experience anything. I did get some nice photos though. :)

Crow on the rock wall that surrounded the cemetery.

Some neat trees behind the wall.

The infamous grave. The pennies we left weren't caught in the photo unfortunately.

My cute boy. :)

Crow

One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil's own sel'.

Name: Jack Corvus, "Crow"
Age: 17 (and then some)
Birthday: October 31st, 1977
Date of death: October 31, 1994
Personality: As Jack, he is strong and at times violent. He knows
how hard life can be and refuses to let it break him. Jack is his
human side that has all of his memories and spunk. As Crow he is
much quieter and very childlike. Bordering on just a bit crazy,
Crow doesn't remember his past very much, and what he does is
mangles and distorted. He is Crow to most people, and Jack to those
he is comfortable with.
Likes: Halloween, black, wings, autumn, pumpkins, soft music,
snuggling, warmth, children
Dislikes: yelling and arguing, rap music, fathers, large birds
Mini Bio: Crow spent his life cowering in fear from his abusive
father James. His mother left when he was ten, and James soon
shifted his anger over to his son. Crow (then known as Jack)
tried desperately to find a way out for himself and his younger
sister Meribell and even resorted to dabbling in witchcraft.
His father was the leader of a small satanic movement, and decided
to sacrifice Jack one day to gain power. He beat Jack and threw
him off the roof of their apartment building, but Jack didn't die.
Instead he awoke confused and without much memory of his past.
For a time he thought he was the spirit of Halloween, but was later
approached by a head Reaper with a job offer. He has since
worked for them as a reaper/psychopomp, ushering the dead over
in his own way.
Fun Fact: Crow smells like autumn, always.