What is the scariest ghost story you heard as a child?
While looking into “Black Dog” legends, I came across the story of Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, VA. A little girl died back in the 1800s. There was a statue that she used to play with when she was alive. It was of a large iron dog. As a gesture to the family, the statue was moved to her grave after she died.
It is said that her ghost sometimes returns to play with the dog.
Want to see a ghost? Well, you better be careful and not get too close. Some say the statue will growl if you get to close to her tombstone. People also say that the dog itself changes position throughout the day, standing guard over the little girl.
Second helpings aren’t always a good thing. Well, neither are first helpings.
In 1878, a Canadian trapper named Swift Runner ate his family during an extremely bleak and brutal winter. After his first child died, he butchered and ate the remains. Though near food supplies and ways to restock, he ate his remaining family members as well.
It is said that eating of flesh like causes a human to become a beast called a wendigo. Such a monster always craves humans flesh. They are often in more isolated areas that are heavily forested.
So as the wind grows cold and shadows grow dark, know that in the bleak of winter, there is no hunger like that known by the wendigo.
According to Cherokee Legend, the Moon-Eyed people inhabited the Southern Appalachias. They were very different from the Native Americans in that they were very pale and bearded and could only see at night. Full moons would blind them.
Small structures can be found carved into the mountains that are said to be left by these nocturnals.
Georgia actually has a nod to the moon-eyed legend in one of their state parks where remnants of a mysterious wall can be found.
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“Bloody Bones” is a boogeyman that scared children in England. The stories spread and now are persistent in the South.
Sometimes he goes by the name “Tommy Rawhead”. But you better be good. No matter what you call him, he usually lives near ponds. Sometimes, though, he lives in cupboards. If you’re brave, turn down the lights and look through a crack in the cupboard doors. You just might see a hunched figure with blood smeared across his face. He sits upon a nest of raw bones, the bones of children that misbehave.
So you better be good. He’s watching.
There really are scarier things in the pantry than the SPAM from two years ago.
I haven’t been writing on this site for a while. I’ve been working on my writer’s page. But I’m going to try my best to keep up both blogs. Wish me luck. If you have time, go check it out here.
There are a lot of Virginia Haunts and monsters waiting for us.
Let’s get started.