Folklore of the Mind: November 2018 >

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Folklore of the Mind is just a name I chose, basically because I want people to use creative stories from their own minds. This isn't entirely dedicated to folklore as the name suggests, there will be all kinds of post's on my blog including folklore, urban legends, horror stories both short and long, myth's, creepy poems, flash fiction and creepypasta's.

Sunday 25 November 2018

Elisa Day

When people talk about Medieval Europe two of the most common answers are narrow cobblestone villages and beautiful women. Elisa Day was indeed a beautiful young woman who wandered through the narrow cobblestone streets. Lonely and in search for her perfect man , it was this very search that brought about her untimely and brutal death.

Elisa was known around the village for being one of the most beautiful women there was but no man would ever approach her, fear of rejection was one reason but another and possibly the main one was that she was slightly odd. Her head was always down, her long red hair not far from touching the cold cobble path, she walked like she didn't want anyone to interact with her but deep inside it was what she desired most.

Her beauty was said to be like that of the wild roses that grew down by the river, all bloody and red. Sultry in looks but misunderstood to the many, Elisa was a forlorn figure that longed for an escape and one day her wish was granted.  

A young outsider appeared in the village one cold and frosty morning. He was tall in stature but slim , he had dark hair that flopped down just below his ears and green eyes that were trance like once you made contact with them. He spotted Elisa walking solemnly through the streets and immediately he felt something inside,  something he never felt before,  but it made him feel alive although nervous he knew he had to try and talk to her. 

When he approached her Elisa seemed standoff-ish at first as if she thought he was after something or someone put him up to it,  but he quickly showed her that his intention was all born from his own thoughts and innocence was all they were.  She was mesmerized by his eyes and how softly he spoke,  it was almost like a language she didn't understand by the words he used. They spoke for hours without noticing,  they were both in as deep as each other and as the night was closing in he offered to walk her home,  to which she accepted.

At the door he offered his hand out to shake but Elisa misconstrued this as a motion for a hug to which they both laughed at before eventually hugging and saying goodnight.  They planned to meet up the day after and neither did renage on their agreement, 1.30 p.m on the button their eyes met each other in the distance as they walked closer and closer,  neither of them even blinking.

The young man had brought something,  it was a single rose and when he offered it to her he whispered in her ear that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of looking at and that the rose was a symbol of her long red hair that smelt so good and couldn't get out of his mind all night.  They yet again talked until dark before again he walked her home but this time a hug was not on offer but he took her in his arms and kissed her ruby-red lips.  They planned to meet the next day.

On the third day he had mentioned to her the night before to meet down by the river,  the spot where the wild roses grew.  She agreed to it and arrived at the spot waiting for his arrival. As she stood gazing into the distance and a smile on her face that would brighten up the darkest winters night she felt a hand clench hers and turned around swiftly to be met by a passionate kiss that sent her into another world in her head.  She didn't want it to end but not only did the kiss end but so did her life.

Moments later as her back was turned she was struck at the back of her head by the young man holding a rock. He held her in his arms one last time and whispered to her gently "All beauty must die.... " before beating her to death with the rock. The rose she was given the night before was placed between her teeth as her body was pushed into the flowing river.  The man stood watching her body drift off with the rock in his clenched left hand, blood dripping from it into a small stream that met with the river. 

As the years passed people sometimes asked where the beautiful yet detached lady had gone, no one  had any answers so she was forgotten about over time. There have been reports that a lady similar to her in appearance appears at the time of her death every year on the banks of the river. Supposedly she looks like she had done but the more you look at her,  her face starts to morph into her face of death,  all bashed and bloody. 

Other reports have said that when this ghostly figure appears the river turns red and roses appear along the bank spelling the words "All beauty must die" and you are then cursed until you meet your gruesome demise at the hands of this once beautiful and innocent young lady.



Sunday 11 November 2018

The Goatman

Beltsville is a census designated place in northern Prince George's County, Maryland. A very quiet place of residence even though it has a population close to 17,000, it is a place where everyone gets along and headlines never appeared. This was up until 1971 where a series of mauling's to both the animals and humans happened but the strange thing was, was that they all had the same killing trademark.

A scientist named Sid Zayne who worked at the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center. His job detail focused mainly on research into the local live stock and how their production would generate better revenue for the town. He was a liked guy around the research center , the first to be invited to staff nights out and the one whom trainee scientists are partnered with for their training. 

He had a room down in the basement which was for his presence only. His "Special Lab" as he would call it and where he done his best work, away from any distractions. As much as he was liked and respected around the workplace it was a different story completely from the people of the town that worked in the farming industry. They claim that Sid is exposing the live stock for his own popularity and has his own income at heart more than that the lives of the animals he works with. They also say that he uses the animals to experiment on and has killed a lot of them in doing so but that is swept under the rug and hidden from the townspeople. 

In January 1971 Sid vanished completely from the town. Those who know what happened keep it a secret and for those that do not know were just told that he took off one day without warning or any explanation. The hidden reality is that one night while Sid was down in his favorite lab , five farming men got together and broke in. They attacked Sid while he was working on a goat. Pushing and punching him until he fell over, then kicking him like he was a football. As he lay there perilously the men stood him up and held him in position before one went over to the lifeless goat who had one of its horns hanging off and put it out of its misery. One then proceeded to take off the defunct horn and slash Mr. Zayne's throat, leaving him gargling on his own blood on the floor.

The next month on the same day it was reported that a local farmer was murdered by an axe to the back of their head, along with some cattle at that persons farm. A month later and for the next six the same Modus Operandi applied; always a farmer and some of their stock was slaughtered. No one had any answers to what was doing the killing, there wasn't any leads and the only evidence was that they knew an axe was used and there was always strange looking hoof prints at the crime.

It wasn't until the ninth month of the year where some sort of light was shone on these gruesome murders. A lady out walking her dog one night noticed that her dog was acting a bit strange, barking loud and uncontrollably while dragging her against her will on the leash. She was led up a small but steep hill and through thorny bushes , but what she seen she would never forget. Standing up ahead was a tall figure that had horns on top of its head and furry legs with hooves at the end. She screamed with shock before the horned figure disappeared into the woods. Upon ringing the police she found out that there was a murder at this property.

The woman had told people of the town that there was a horned man like beast walking the woods of Beltsville. Some ignored her claims while others believed her. Those that did believe her started up a hunt for the month that followed. They each went out with weapons of their choice; knives, guns, pitchforks etc.. , spreading out to every farm in the area. 

On one farmland the towns hunters could hear something in the dead of night; the rustling of trees nearby that got louder and louder until out from it formed a shadow. The shadow started at the horns and grew taller until the men were faced with this beastly goat-like fiend that was wielding an axe. They shot at it before it turned and ran back where it came from. They then chased it into the dark shouting "Beast" as they ran waving their carved out weaponry in the air.  Using their flashlights they could trace the large tracks that were left behind. It ran into a lair under a mountain of grass and muck where the men gathered.

After trying to scare the beast out, they decided to burn it out.Setting the mount on flames they waited for sight of the creature to exit and exit it did. Out through the flames stood the goat figure who was up in flames and let out a terrifying roar before being shot and prodded at multiple times. It fell to the ground and the men celebrated their kill, planning to bring it back to the townspeople to proudly show their efforts but before they could do so the beast rose from the ground and slaughtered every single one of the hunters mercilessly and drank each ones blood.

Now everyone that believed that this creature was real was dead, all except the lady who first encountered it. The beast never tried to kill the lady but instead haunted her every dream at night with terrifying nightmares until one day she took her own life to escape the constant torment.

In the years that followed there have been many claims of people saying they seen the goat horned creature but nothing substantial. There have also not been any reported murders in the same way as the farmers since the slaughter of the hunters. 

Was this beast Sid Zayne who mutated into it after being slashed by the horn of a goat or was it something more sinister and demonic. No one knows to this day and it still is debated around the town as whether this fiend actually existed, some using it as a scary campfire story or as a new story to add to the folklore collection, but if in fact it is true then the beast may just be lying dormant and waiting to attack again.






Wednesday 7 November 2018

Light and Dark

I walk amongst you all but you never see me.  I fly with the birds and listening to them as they glide so solemnly through they ever changing winds. I walk with the animals and watch how they hunt out of necessity,  not out of ego or angst or greed but for the sole purpose of providing and protecting.

I am here with you all,  all you humans I adore so much.  You all have been given the ability of freedom,  to make choices for yourself,  even if some of you don't always do what is right it is the faults that make you what you are,  it's what makes you human.  One day you will be called upon to answer for you choices through trial. Even though I am transparent to you all and you are as visible as the great oceans,  it's you all that I see through so clearly.

Who am I?  I am the master of the sea and mountains,  the leader of the four seasons.  The ruler of rain and lord of thunder and lightning. An entity of Earth that one day shall provide light and serenity for those that can be entrusted with it through their actions.  Again,  Who am I?  I am the God of the Baltic's,  I am Perkunas!!

I also walk among you but not in the way you think.  You only see me when tears are streaming out your eyes and down your cheek or when cancer strikes and all you feel is despair.  I loath your feebleness and constant taking. When you arrived on Earth you have caused nothing but  hatred towards me.

I hide behind trees and the stone,  waiting for my chance to do what's right and send you all back into the abyss. When it was just me and him things were simple,  even the animals did not cause me so much pain.  I even disguise in black cats or hooven swine.  I used to ride freely across the darken skies in a charity made of red iron, now all I see is fire.

Who am I you may ask?  I create the dark to the light,  the chaos of the planet was constructed by me.  I demand respect and those who shall not obey my commands will rot in agony for all eternity.  Those that listen to my wishes and do what is needed shall be repayed with all their darkest wishes and fantasies. I am your worst nightmare , I am the Baltic God of death,  I am Velnias!!!

Friday 2 November 2018

A Brief Appointment

Jane woke to the sound of her alarm ringing. She lay there in bed for a couple of minutes glancing up at the ceiling in a trance that sounded out the in your face alarm noise before eventually turning over and slapping the disarm button on top. She let out a long elongated breath realising that although today was her day off, she was off for a reason, a reason that was even worse than facing her hated job. It was the dentist!!!! She had an appointment across town and she was dreading this since the day her appointment was made three months ago.

While she jumped in her car she briefly sniffed under her armpit, completely forgetting that she just showered, the fear of this appointment was taking over her every thought. Red or green traffic lights all meant the same to Jane today, she was in autopilot gliding through the town. 10.15 a.m , Dr. Calum Afroudakis , room 403, Dental Floor. This was all she kept saying to herself repeatedly while sitting upright clutching at the steering wheel.

Another thought eventually entered her hypnotic mind - coffee!! She thought to herself about how there was no way she could go through with this unless she had a little pick me up and a good strong cup of coffee was the way she went. She pulled into a petrol station , poured herself out a large strong cup and walked to the cashier to pay for it. "Um you ok ma'am" asked the baseball capped, beer bellied cashier as he noticed Jane's hands were trembling uncontrollably. Jane replied "Yeah just a bad day is all, I have to go to the dentist", the man shook his head and gave her back her change. As she was leaving the cashier said one last thing to her"You know ma'am some of us actually have real problems, have a good day yuppie".

Outside while walking backwards towards her car staring at the cashier wondering why he doesn't he just mind his own business she bumped into a guy , spilling the coffee all down her puffy jacket. The guy was extremely apologetic but all she could see was his beaming smile and the glare from his white teeth. They got talking as minutes passed and Jane was totally swept from her feet by him, all of a sudden all that was entering her had was how charming and polite this guy is and how maybe today isn't a bad day after all.

The two stood there laughing and joking with one another before Jane noticed this man had no car and offered him a lift. "Ehhh iffff its no problem with you then i'd gladly accept your offer of a lift" answered the smiling, handsome young man. Jane told him to hop in and he did so, putting his briefcase in the backseat before buckling himself in. "Wait wait hold on I need to so something first, how silly of me" said the excited young man in the passengers seat. Jane looked at him inquisitively and replied "What, what is it you need to do", "I need to buy you your coffee back of course" the man jumped out of the car before Jane could refuse, leaving her sit there smiling.

Looking out her window, watching him enter the shop she suddenly went pale and froze. The realisation that she had her appointment in ten minutes had dawned on her "No no no no crap crap crap" she muttered to herself before turning the keys and speeding off. She was now speeding towards her appointment knowing that if she is more than fifteen minutes late then it will be cancelled and rescheduled until later. The idea of spending another few weeks with this hanging over her was not something she was willing to do.

10.09 she arrived at the dentist wiping beads of sweat from her forehead in relief that she had made it but then another thought had crossed her mind again - The guy she had promised a lift too!!!! She got outside of her car and paced in a circle for a moment "Why am I like this? I meet a lovely guy and then I just drive off on him, he probably think i'm some screwball" . In the backseat she noticed his briefcase .

"Ok i'll go to my appointment then open the briefcase to see can I find his details or will I open the briefcase first, damn why am I so bad at making decisions" , she decided to open the briefcase, her curiosity was too much. What she found inside shocked her more than the thought of going to the dentist or the ignorance of the cashier at the petrol station or driving away on a guy she really liked. Inside there were five items placed neatly : duct tape, a knife, chloroform, a body bag and most creepily of all - a picture of her!!!!


The Flaming Ship

Prince Edward Island or P.E.I as it's known to the residents, is an eastern maritime province of Canada that lies off New Brunswick and ...