Black Dogs
Joe Jefferson
I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
have been encountered from time to time in England and got to wondering
if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
such cases?
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Anonymous
On 6 Feb 1998, Joe Jefferson wrote:
> I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
> dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
> and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
> have been encountered from time to time in England and got to wondering
> if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
> such cases?
>
> Joe of Castle Jefferson
There was a post a few days ago a story about some kind of calf sized
creature in Darjiling, Nepal that was chasing someone's grandfather and
spitting on him. I wonder if it could be related? I haven't heard of any
black dogs near chicago, except the normal kind.
Jamie
Shuck
Joe Jefferson <jjst...@primenet.com> wrote:
>I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
>dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
>and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
>have been encountered from time to time in England and got to wondering
>if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
>such cases?
I know at least one person who claims to have seen a similar creature
in the US, and one or two sighings were recorded by the very early
British settlers. Of course, Central America has the Cadejo, a well
known beast, similar to the reports in England.
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SaraSJT
>I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
>dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
>and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
>have been encountered from time to time in England
If you have access to America Online, in their Urban Legends area
(keyword:Urban Legends) there is a story kind of about this. I think it was
under "Member Legends". A girl wrote about moving into a new house and seeing
black dogs with almond-shaped red eyes in the hall outside her bedroom. Eeek.
Sara
Moireasdac
>> dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
>> and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
>> if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
>> such cases?
>>
>
>There was a post a few days ago a story about some kind of calf sized
>creature in Darjiling, Nepal that was chasing someone's grandfather and
>spitting on him. I wonder if it could be related? I haven't heard of any
>black dogs near chicago, except the normal kind.
>
>Jamie
>
>
>
Heard of them in SW VA and in West Virginia, several different times, just the
old folks talking about them, never heard the stories that clearly and the old
folks past on back during Nixon's terms as President.
Individuation
On Sat, 7 Feb 1998, Shuck wrote:
> Joe Jefferson <jjst...@primenet.com> wrote:
>
> >I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
> >dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
> >and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
> >have been encountered from time to time in England and got to wondering
> >if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
> >such cases?
Me, and at least four friends have seen rather large black dogs looming in
cemetaries at night....well, we think they were dogs. We never got close
enough to tell... The shadowy figure amonst the tomb stones usually sent
us on our way. I've heard similar things from other friends about
multiple cemetaries. All of them are either in the chicago land area, or
Champaign-Urbana area.
Eileen
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Individuation
> >There was a post a few days ago a story about some kind of calf sized
> >creature in Darjiling, Nepal that was chasing someone's grandfather and
> >spitting on him. I wonder if it could be related? I haven't heard of any
> >black dogs near chicago, except the normal kind.
> >
> >Jamie
Hang out inside any of the Chicago cemetaries after dark...and you'll
usually see some fucked up things...includeing black dogs. Most of them
are closed by that time...but you can sneak in. The one cemetary that is
on the border of Evanston and Chicago (right on sheridan)..is completely
haunted...very freaky. Lots of tales of a ghost cat that hisses at people
that are there after dark have circulated...
BECK
Joe Jefferson wrote in message <34DB5C...@primenet.com>...
>I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
>dogs
SNIP
are you referring to the Hounds of Baskerville? I'm not sure but for some
reason when I read your post it cam e to mind.....
Rebecca
Juanita Walker
Anonymous wrote:
>
> On 6 Feb 1998, Joe Jefferson wrote:
>
> > and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
> > have been encountered from time to time in England and got to wondering
> > if they have ever been seen in the US. Has anyone out there heard of any
> > such cases?
> >
>
Whoa DANG man!!! We did have a dog like that one time!!! But it was
sweet,guess that's why it came to us in such bad shape. The other blac
dogs beat it up. (only kidding;)
Windsong
There were black dogs associated with a small ghost town on eastern Long
Island called the old Smith Meal Co. at Lazy Point, several miles east of
Ammagansette NY. Didn't hear about them having red glowing eyes though.
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James A. Sheets
I came across a tale of a large oversized ghostly dog in Ohio when I
was gathering material for a webpage I was building. If your
interested It can be found at the folowing URL;
http://www.greenapple.com/~jas1746/clark.htm
On 7 Feb 1998 20:23:09 GMT, sar...@aol.com (SaraSJT) wrote:
>>I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
>>dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
>>and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
>>have been encountered from time to time in England
>
James A. Sheets
I have found a tale of one in Ohio when gathering information for my
webpage. It is at the folowing URL if you are interested.
http://www.greenapple.com/~jas1746/clark.htm
On 6 Feb 1998 19:49:00 -0700, Joe Jefferson <jjst...@primenet.com>
wrote:
>I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
>dogs, often with glowing red eyes that appear in the same location time
>and time again, usually scaring the hell out of whoever sees them.) that
was...@the.ford
> SNIP
> are you referring to the Hounds of Baskerville? I'm not sure but for some
> reason when I read your post it cam e to mind.....
> Rebecca
I think you'll find that the Hounds of the Baskervilles are a fictional
invention in the story of the same name by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (and
featuring Sherlock Holmes).....the original poster probably means large
phantom black dogs like "Black Shuck" which are an ill-omen.
Colleen J
Shuck
was...@the.ford wrote:
>I think you'll find that the Hounds of the Baskervilles are a fictional
>invention in the story of the same name by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (and
>featuring Sherlock Holmes).....the original poster probably means large
>phantom black dogs like "Black Shuck" which are an ill-omen.
>Colleen J
The Hound of the Baskervilles is a fictional character, but it seems
it was inspired by Black Shuck, the initial story created in a hotel
near where the beast haunts.
Look at:
http://www.ecn.co.uk/e_ed_ufo_NFileBaskerLinksHotel.htm
for more information on the creation of the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Shuck
sh...@dial.pipex.com (Shuck) wrote:
>Look at:
>http://www.ecn.co.uk/e_ed_ufo_NFileBaskerLinksHotel.htm
>for more information on the creation of the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Oops. This is a better link :)
http://www.ecn.co.uk/e_ed_ufo_NFileBaskerBookReview.htm
Anonymous
On Sat, 7 Feb 1998, BECK wrote:
> Joe Jefferson wrote in message <34DB5C...@primenet.com>...
> >I was reading about the phantom black dogs (i.e. calf-sized pitch black
> >dogs
> SNIP
> are you referring to the Hounds of Baskerville? I'm not sure but for some
> reason when I read your post it cam e to mind.....
> Rebecca
For some reason when I think about phantom black dogs with red glowing
eyes and sharp dripping fangs my ex comes to mind.
Jamie
Moireasdac
>are you referring to the Hounds of Baskerville? I'm not sure but for some
>reason when I read your post it cam e to mind.....
>Rebecca
>
>
dog stories as a model, so it isn't suprising that the story would come to
mind.
Captain Kundalini
Joe,
Have you ever read, "The Hound Of The Baskervilles"?
Peace,
Capt. Kundalini
Thomas Hayes
Chandee
I am the GrimmReaper. I am your judge on how you shall be
torchered in Hell. Many of
you Mortals, take life for granted. All of those who murders, cheat, lie or
having fun seeing other
mortals suffer, WATCH OUT!!! For when god sends you down to me........one
things for sure,
your not going to get away with it!!! For I am your nightmares. I am the one
who scares the hell
out of you. I am the one who plays with your mind. When you are alone, I
will be there. With my
Bloody, Bloody Reaper. I am the footstep behind you. I am the the shadows in
your room. I am
who you see when you see a ghost, I AM
FEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!
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Here is a story about Reality and unrealistically. This victim of mine
is but a kid. About the
age of 13. This is the scare that won me the "Scared From Down under",
award. This scare is
about clowns and seeing is believing kind of scare. So, if your scared of
clown, prepare to have
the scare of your life.
And if you love clowns, Prepare to throw all of your stuff clowns away. For
once you have read
my scare, I'm coming for you, Your world, and my world............Ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha
>From the files of "The Grimm Reaper", comes:
Victim no.2: Raymond Wood
" REALITY CHECK"
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As I was walking toward the dark tent where there was no light.
I feel as though there was
something inside that tent for me. As I walked closer, I saw a man wearing a
Tuxedo. A very tall
and pale man. He pointed the way into the tent. And looked straight at me as
I walked through.
And In the tent was filled with people and families. Then I realizes that I
was in the circus. It was
so big. About a minute after I walked in, all of the people just leaves. I
tried to folow them, but I
was not going nowhere. Then, the light went off. And something grabbed my
ankle and pushed
me to sit down. few moments later, there was a spotlight. the spotlight
shined in the middle of the
tent. Somehow, the tent got smaller. And in the middle of the spotlight was
a...was
a.............Good morning, KBLX. This is Kenny Tucow, And here with our
guest The Backstreet
Boys.
I looked at the time and it was 7:16. It was my Radio alarm, It woked me up.
"Come on, wake
up", yelled my mom. What a weird dream. Then, I got dressed for school.
"It's time for Reading class students", said Mrs. Wilson.
Oh great, Reading, the most
hated subject in the Jr. High. Reading is my worst subject. it is so boring.
It always makes me
sleepy.
"O.K, turn your book to page 103". yelled Mr. werm, "we are going to be
reading, "Island of the
Blue Dolphin". Oh no, a 98 page story?? Damn!! "Who wants to read the first
3 page"? asked Mr.
Werm. "I will", answered Raymond.
Then suddenly, I was in another place. A place filled with people
walking around. Empty
people. As if they had no soul. And the place feels so deserted. then, in
fron't of me was a tent.
wait a minute, I have been here before. But I don't know when. Anyway, I
started to walk slowly
to the entrance. And standing in the intrance is a pale looking man. He
pointed his way to the tent.
As I walked through the opening, I saw people. real people. I could feel
their souls. I feel as
though they were real. Then, a moment later, all of the people started to
leave. I feel as though I
must leave also. But, something stops me from leaving. Then, the light went
off. Then, there was
a spotlight shining into the middle of the
stage. And in that spotlight, is a...is
a.....................................
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! I woked up. The bell had just rung. Everybody
rushed out of the
door. Oh, what a head-ache. "UHMM, Mr.Wood"?? "I want you to read 20 page Of
the Story
that we have read today. I want a full report tomorrow, hear me"?? said Mrs.
Werm. Damn!! I
couldn't even read 20 pages in two weeks. As I got home, all I could think
about was the 20 page
homework. But the dream that I had twice today never have gotten loose from
my head. But I
must focus more on my homework assignment.
I have studied for about three hour. And I'm on the second page. It's
9:00 o' clock
already?? So I flipped all of the pages in the story. WHOA!!! Seeing all of
the words that I must
to read gives me an headache. So, I think I'll rest for a minute. Yeah. just
for a
minute.......................................
Where am I?? All around me were people. People that are very empty and
loneley. As I
looked toward the path in front of me, I saw a tent. A very dark tent. I
feel like There is
something inside that tent for me. So, out of curiousity, I walked slowly
toward the tent. And
standing in front of the door, is a tall, pale man. As I got closer, he
starts to point to the entrance
in the tent. He made a scary eye contact with me as I walked through the
tent, there were loud
noises and many people. The tent was very big. It looks smaller outside. But
inside, it was very
tall. Then a moment later, all of the people started to leave. I tried to
leave, too. But I couldn't,
even if I ran, I would still be in the same place. Then suddenly, darkness
covered the tent. Then
Something pushed me down to sit. Then suddenly, there was a spotlight. And
in that spotlight,
was a....was a clown riding his unicycle and was juggling. And I hear a
tune. A tune that usually
comes out when a circus clown acts. Then suddenly, the tune stops. And
everything got quiet.
Then the clown stops riding his unicycle and dropped all of his balls. Then
starts to look straight
at me. Then he opened his eyes wider and starts walking closer and closer
and closer
and.............Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I woked up. When I woke up, I couldn't see anything....Oh no, I'm blind!!!
then I started to realize that I was under my blanket. So I uncovered myself
and staring in my face
is a the clown. He stared at me as if I was an animal in a cage. Then he
grinned, a deadly grinn.
So, I covered myself with the blanket again. Then, There was nothing but
quiet. Out of curiousity,
I uncovered myself. And around my bed were seven clowns standing. All
looking straight at me.
One of the said, "this time, your not going to get away from us", All of
them replied,
"YOU WILL MAKE A GREAT CLOWN",
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*
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Guess who was the clown?? It was him all along. He was
destined to be a
clown. He keeps on coming back to the dream, because he is the clown. Do you
think that clowns
are humans in make-up?? I don't think so. Because, YOU ARE
NEXT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*You are who you pretend to be
Credit: Chandee Viengviilai(Grimm Reaper), vien...@jps.net.
Dlyka
>Joe,
>
> Have you ever read, "The Hound Of The Baskervilles"?
>
> Peace,
>
> Capt. Kundalini
>
>
Or "The Sun Dog" by steven King? (A novellette -- I can't remember the name of
the book it's in, but it's the same as "The Langoliers."
Karen
Karen
Keeper of Gary's Alarm Clock
We're a step away from cloning humans. China can stop worrying about not having
enough people.
CFoster885
>Or "The Sun Dog" by steven King? (A novellette -- I can't remember the name
>of
>the book it's in, but it's the same as "The Langoliers."
That was a very unique idea, too bad I don't remeber how it ended, remind me
please, did the dog ever get out?
--
Casey Foster
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"The secret to happiness is high expectations and your own bag of chips"
-Dogbert
Dlyka
>>Or "The Sun Dog" by steven King? (A novellette -- I can't remember the name
>>of
>>the book it's in, but it's the same as "The Langoliers."
>
> That was a very unique idea, too bad I don't remeber how it ended, remind
>me
Sort of... (book spoilers!)
When the dog got close enough to the camera, the camera basically melted-down
over the hand/arm of the man who took the picture (there was probably more to
it than that, but hat's what I recall). It was a whole agony/screaming-type
death.
The spookier part came later when the kid's parents bought him a computer. When
he first used it, guess what he saw????
Desiree Koh
Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
you.
I wish someone reliable will try it and let me know.
I'm too chicken to do it (it's an irreversible process).
--
Desiree Koh
koko...@nwu.edu
Joe Jefferson
There is an Irish story of a woman who learned how to make an ointment
which, when rubbed into the eye gave one the power to see fairies. She
tried it, but only in her left eye. Then she went into town, marvelling
at how many people she could see with just her left eye. One of them
noticed the woman staring and asked her which eye she was seeing him
with. She replied that it was her left eye, whereupon he immediately
struck her in the face, leaving her blind in that eye.
Seriously though, I'd strongly recommend against putting _anything_ in
your eyes that hasn't been prescribed by a doctor.
Tanya L. Rudis
Delurking to simply say - you have too much time on your hands.
8^ )
Chandee wrote:
> I am the GrimmReaper. I am your judge on how you shall be
> torchered in Hell.
--
Tanya
"Don't ask me, I'm just improvising
my illusion of careless flight ..." RUSH
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Desiree Koh
Just to clear things up and to put a disclaimer on my previous statement,
let me just clarify my statement of "I wish someone reliable will try it
and let me know." -- it was a joke. Just a joke!!
Haha.
But if you really want to do it...don't say I asked you to!
--
Desiree Koh
koko...@nwu.edu
Captain Kundalini
Turtured. That is the correct spelling for the word. Thanks.
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Ghosthunter
You might try Exlax.
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Ghosthunter <ghosthunt...@bellsouthantispam.net> wrote in article
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> You might try Exlax.
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~snip
They say prunejuice works too.
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In article <kokomo13-160...@hnm125220.res-hall.nwu.edu>,
Desiree Koh <koko...@nwu.edu> writes
>Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
>dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
>you.
>
firstleee no id don't work..
secondlee there are about a million different bugs in a dogs tear that
can do harm to your eyes..
sooo just don't do it... okay????
Vince...
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Kai Miakoda
Desiree Koh wrote:
>
> Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
> dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
> you.
> I wish someone reliable will try it and let me know.
> I'm too chicken to do it (it's an irreversible process).
>
> Desiree Koh
> koko...@nwu.edu
The last thing I would put near my eyes would be gunk from my dog. No
ghost is that important to see. If they want me to see them, they'll do
it on their own.
Kai
Anonymous
> Desiree Koh wrote:
> >
> > Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
> > dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
> > you.
> > I wish someone reliable will try it and let me know.
> > I'm too chicken to do it (it's an irreversible process).
> >
> > --
> > Desiree Koh
OW! MY EYES! ARRRRRGH! I can't see a darn thing. Pass the antibiotics
please.
Jamie
Don't try this at home folks. These are professional clowns.
The Grey Master
In article <34E817...@primenet.com>, Joe Jefferson
<jjst...@primenet.com> writes
>Desiree Koh wrote:
>>
>> Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
>> dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
>> you.
>> I wish someone reliable will try it and let me know.
>> I'm too chicken to do it (it's an irreversible process).
>>
>> --
>> Desiree Koh
>
>
>There is an Irish story of a woman who learned how to make an ointment
>which, when rubbed into the eye gave one the power to see fairies. She
>tried it, but only in her left eye. Then she went into town, marvelling
>at how many people she could see with just her left eye. One of them
>noticed the woman staring and asked her which eye she was seeing him
>with. She replied that it was her left eye, whereupon he immediately
>struck her in the face, leaving her blind in that eye.
>
>Seriously though, I'd strongly recommend against putting _anything_ in
>your eyes that hasn't been prescribed by a doctor.
>
I posted some months ago a tale of an unexpeted meeting from one of the
Faerie kingdom.....
if you want to know what they look like hmmmm that is far trickier
than you can imagine as they look like what they want to look like.. (no
they are not shape shifters) their effest on the human mind and human
reality is such that it screws up our heads... let me try and
explain...
TheIrish storuies of the Tuatha De'Dananng tell of a beautiful people
that 'swept down from a mountain' and ruled the country of ireland..
they had magical weapons and pots that always contained food to
replenish their armies, they easli defeated all whom they met...
A story oft' told tells of a human midwife that was summoned by a
strange lord in wonderful costume to tend to his wife.. the midwife was
taken blind fold to a great and majestic hall where spleandour met her
every gaze..... the woman with child as a most beautiful princess on a
bed of the richest finaries...
The great lord gave the midwife some ointment with wich to salve the
pains of his wifes childbirth, wich the midwife used as directed on the
woman, however while using the magical ointment the midwife touched her
own eye.. insatantly from this eye she saw that the woman on the bed was
a haggard and skinny old woman, The fine lord a thin bedraggled man
wearing rags..the fineries on the bed were but straw, the majestic hall,
but a damp cave... the midwife kept quiet about what she had seen and
continued with the birth... afer which she was handsomly rewarded with
what appeared to be gold coins, however with her 'cured' eye she saw it
to be just stones and pebbles...
Some days later when she was ivisiting a busy market, she espied the
thin man mving around unseen among the crowds stealing from stall and
pocket.. However he was invisible to all around him.. the Midwife
called out thief.. the man watched her intently and saw that one eye had
'sight' of him and his appearance.. he reached out with a bony finger
nad clawed out the seeing eye...
This tale relates how they appear as they wish..
The Tuatha De' Danann appeared to be a wealthy and beautiful people.
their magical weapons were no more than the power to decieve..
Tale abound of people being bewitched and confused by the Faeries,
entering their land in one place, taking a few steps and leaving the
place seconds later, only to find that they are miles from where they
believed they should be and sometimes years had past...
it is now thought that they have been expelled from their homelands and
that these homelands were of a different physical reality to our own,
and that time and space were bound by differnt physical laws...
another example of this is the following tale....
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Ethna
Before the time of towns and highways,
in the days when the stone
strongholds of Irish chieftains towered
beside the fairy hills of the Tuatha De'
Danann, a mortal woman was stolen from
her kinsfolk and taken to live in the under-
ground palace of an elfin King. This is
what happened:
The woman, whose name was Ethna,
was the flower of Ireland. She was lily fair,
with hair of red-gold, and she was the
bride of a young lord of Connacht. His
delight in her was such that he celebrated
the marriage with weeks of merrymaking.
By day, hunting parties coursed the woods
and meadows beyond his castle walls; by
night, the torches blazed high, the goblets
brimmed with bright wine and harpers
played leaping melodies for the dances
of the court. In the center of the danc-
ers whirled Ethna the bride, surrounded
by the clouds of silk that made her wed-
ding dress. Each evening she danced thus,
until one midnight her
hand slipped suddenly from her partner's and
she crumpled to the flagestones. The harps fell silent
and the courtiers drew back to let the
young lord kneel beside his bride. He
spoke her name, but never a word did
Ethna reply. Her rosy blush had died, her
breath was as shallow as a kitten's and
her eyes were closed. She was borne to
her chamber, and all through the night her
husband watched at her bedside.
When the morning sun slanted across
her counterpane, Ethna opened heavy-
lidded eyes and spoke, but her husband
understood little of what she said, and that
little did not still his unease. In a far-
away, toneless voice, Ethna told him that
while she slept she had dreamed of the
palace of a mighty King. The sun never
shone in that place, she said, but the
halls gleamed with their own radiance, and
the music that drifted through them van-
quished every mortal care. All that Ethna
now desired was to sleep and to dream of
that world once more.
And sleep she did, all through that day,
pale and still as a figure carved on a tomb.
No one could wake her. When the shad-
ows lengthened into night, her childhood
nurse was sent to watch over her so that her
husband could rest. The old woman nod-
ded and dozed and woke shivering in the
small hours. The chamber was cool and
still. A moment later, the woman's wail
echoed down the palace corridors. Ethna's
bed lay white and empty in the moonlight.
Only the dimpled sheets showed where
she had rested.
The remainder of that long night was
spent in anxious and angry conference,
and at the first gleam of dawn, the young
bridegroom rode out with a company of
his retainers, setting a fast pace for the hill
called Knockma. The grassy swell of that
hill concealed the underground palaces of
Finvarra, King of the Tuatha in Connacht
and long a friend and adviser of the young
lord; if anyone could find the missing
bride, it surely would be he.
The green surface of the mound at
Knockma gave no hint of the underground
splendour in which the King dwelled. But as
the riders emerged from the woodland
fringing the rise, a busy twittering filled
the air, as if a flock of finches had settled in
the trees. The riders paused and listened,
and at last a single voice grew intelligible.
The lord began to understand the words,
and his features became grim. Finvarra had
betrayed his trust: The twitter was the
sound of fairy voices in the air, and its
subject was the King's great joy in his new
mistress, the Lily of Ireland, whom Fin-
varra had seduced from her kinsfolk and
taken in thrall.
The lord barked orders, and messengers
wheeled their horses and galloped off ea-
ger to do his bidding. Before long a col-
umn of peasants, carrying scythes and
spades on their shoulders, emerged from
the woods and fell to the task their lord
had set: to dig down to the Fairy King's
hidden realm and rescue the captive mortal
bride. All through that day, while the hus-
band watched from his saddle, the peas
ants worked, and by nightfall, a great dark
cleft gaped on one flank of the grassy rise.
The labourers rested, well satisfied.
In the morning, however, the work
camp awakened to discover a discouraging
sight: The pit they had dug had vanished,
and the knell's mantle of turf spread un-
broken over the site of yesterday's toil.
Invisible and silent, Finvarra had exercised
his powers. For three days the peasants
laboured in vain as, night after night, Fin-
varra confounded their efforts. The work-
ers grumbled among themselves, and the
young lord grieved.
Then disembodied voices fluted above
the mound once more, and the husband
heard them. "If salt is spread on the broken
earth, the mortals' work will be safe, " said a
whisper on the wind.
Salt was known for its power over
fairies. The lord dispatched riders to every
corner of Connacht to buy salt at any
price - for salt was a rare commodity in
those days. And after another day's dig
ging, and a night's waiting, the salt proved
its worth: The excavations of the day
before were untouched. The white layer
of salt crystals that covered the broken
earth was undisturbed.
now the labourers worked willingly,
and by afternoon a deep glen
gashed the fairy hill. Those who dug could
hear movement and voices behind the wall
of earth, and the voices were no longer
musical and gay but shrill and fearful. If
the light of day shone upon fairy halls, the
voices said, those halls would crumble. At
last a single voice rang out through the
earthen barrier, clear and commanding:
"Stop your work at once, mortal men. Lay
down your spades, and at sunset the bride
will be given back to her husband. "
The Fairy King had spoken. The men
left their work, and at sunset the lord wait-
ed alone at the head of the glen, his face
turned toward his own woodlands. He
heard a gentle footfall, turned and beheld
his Ethna, solemn and lovely, clad in the
same gossamer in which she had been tak-
en prisoner. But the girdle around her
waist, intricately embroidered and elabo-
rately knotted, was new.
The lord had little joy in his triumph,
for Ethna's spirit remained distant. As the
weeks merged into months and winter sil-
vered the land, Ethna sat listless and wax-
en in her chamber or drifted wraithlike
through the echoing corridors. She did
not speak, nor did she seem to hear the
words of those she had once known and
loved. The courtiers whispered among
themselves, saying with sadness that the
bride had eaten fairy food and thus had
lost her soul. The young lord brooded
over his puppet wife, and he kept apart
from the others.
A full year after Ethna's return, the lord
was out riding alone when he heard the
fairy voices one last time. Again, a faint
fluting in the air swelled and resolved itself
into a conversation. One voice said that
Ethna's spirit dwelled still with the fairies.
A second voice replied that what bound
her was the embroidered girdle. If the hus-
band took the girdle from Ethna's waist
and burned it, and if he removed the pin
that adorned the girdle and buried it, the
mortal bride would rejoin her kind.
The lord lost no time in returning to
Ethna's chamber. He knelt at her side and
plucked at her girdle with nervous fingers.
It was knotted with fairy cunning, but at
last it came free in his hands, and he with-
drew the jewelled pin. As Ethna watched
dully, he burned the cloth on the hearth.
Next, he gathered the ashes and scattered
them outside the castle walls. Then he
dealt with the pin.
Even as he tamped the last spadeful of
earth into place over the fairy pin, the lord
heard running feet and laughter within the
castle walls and knew that the spell had
lifted. He returned to the hall to see Ethna,
flushed and bright-eyed and chattering of
the dream she had had. The sojourn with
the fairies seemed to her no more than a
single night. Her husband smiled and
did not reply. Instead, he called for music
and food and wine. The wedding revels
began anew, and it was as if that year of
sorrow had never been.
As the memory of those events was
passed down through generations of sto-
rytellers, details disappeared: With time,
the name of the young lord and even the
year of Ethna's abduction were lost. But
centuries later, wherever the tale was told -
before smoky peat fires in poor peasant
huts or in front of opulent blazes in baronial
halls - it still drew nods of recognition
from its listeners. For the people of that era
were well acquainted with the threat and
allure of fairyland from their own lives and
adventures, and from events near at hand.
******************
as to my personal experiences of the Faery people...
As I am realistic and am aware of the failing wealth and power of the
fairy people I have tended to leave 'offerings' to them. as part of
ordinary ritual....
also by concentrating on them and offering my own 'energy' to them I
know they can be called up...
I have not seen them but have asked then to do certain things inludiong
passing information and dreams, to casting of spells, (wishes) the
results tend to amaze me..
I have not called upon them to show themselves as they are wickedly
tricky, and I would not be able to believe that the shpe they take is in
fact their true shape...
their ability to move through space and time is natural to them, however
it proves extremly useful to us mortals...
this is where their real power lies....
Ned Harkey
You can see ghosts and spirits by peering at them from between a dog's ears.
It is well known that dog's can see ghosts. So if you look steadily from
between a dog's ears, in the direction the dog is looking, you will see the
same ghost he sees.
The Grey Master
In article <6cg3fj$9...@nntp.netside.com>, Ned Harkey
<ned...@logicsouth.com> writes
that sweet poodle's backside.. or that place he KNOWS next doors cat
hides... or where that rotting bone 'should' be....etc etc etc
Ned Harkey
Yes, I considered adding that fact!
The Grey Master wrote in message ...
a...@avon.net.au
Desiree Koh wrote:
>
> Someone once told me that if you took the tears from a black dog and
> dabbed them onto your own eyes, you will be able to see ghosts all around
> you.
> I wish someone reliable will try it and let me know.
> I'm too chicken to do it (it's an irreversible process).
>
> --
keeps coming up, getting done to death, going into recess till someone
else brings it up and so on ad nauseam)...(like the ever (un)popular
"Three Men and a Baby Ghost").
The general concensus is that all that will happen is you'll get a
really nasty eye infection; at best you'll still be able to see
normally, at worst you'll end up blind.
Don't try this one at home, kids.
Colleen J
Infandous
I suspect that the "Black Dog" in question is not actually a black-haired
canine, but the paranormal (or meteorological?) anomaly found throughout the
world, but called in England "Black Dogs". <Elsewhere they are "salamanders",
"dragons", "djinn" or "moth men">
However, collecting tears from such critters seems too much trouble, assuming
they are even capable of lachrymose secretions.
Besides, folklore is full of tales about the dire consequences of trying to
gain "sight" that you are not born with. Things that are invisible probably
prefer to stay that way.
If you are lucky enough to get tears from a "Black Dog", you are better off
trying to find a collector of supernatural artifacts, and selling it at a
considerable price.
ciao ciao
DBL0DRT
In article <kokomo13-160...@hnm125220.res-hall.nwu.edu>,
koko...@nwu.edu (Desiree Koh) writes:
>Just to clear things up and to put a disclaimer on my previous statement,
let
>me just clarify my statement of "I wish someone reliable will try it
and let
>me know." -- it was a joke. Just a joke!!
Haha.
But if you really want to do
>it...don't say I asked you to!
--
I can see the lawsuit now "Idiot sues woman for loss of vision after reading
post in a.f.gs." It would be the only one to top the one of the lady spilling
coffee from McDonalds.
Jimmy
(i decided to sign as Jimmy now due to there being another Jim posting here
also)
Desiree Koh
Well, I still wouldn't get as much publicity as Monica Lewinsky.
My loss is her gain, I guess.
>
>--
>
>I can see the lawsuit now "Idiot sues woman for loss of vision after reading
>post in a.f.gs." It would be the only one to top the one of the lady spilling
>coffee from McDonalds.
>
>Jimmy
>(i decided to sign as Jimmy now due to there being another Jim posting here
>also)
--
Desiree Koh
koko...@nwu.edu
~ Windsong ~
Just claim you had an affair with slick Willy and you will soon have your
15 minutes of fame and glory.
--
Carol...in zone 6. **If you don't get caught, does that mean you didn't
do it?**
Note: O.J. did it. fishhead @hotcom.net
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~separater~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Desiree Koh <koko...@nwu.edu> wrote in article
<kokomo13-220...@hnm125220.res-hall.nwu.edu>...
Desiree Koh
In article <01bd4029$0509b140$747041cf@default>, "~ Windsong ~"
<fis...@hatespam.net.com> wrote:
>Just claim you had an affair with slick Willy and you will soon have your
>15 minutes of fame and glory.
Actually...I think not.
I'd much rather listen to that megamix of "Come on Eileen" anytime.
--
Desiree Koh
koko...@nwu.edu