I live in Essex so the only real urban legend is of the Borley rectory that I can think of. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borley_Rectory
Local myths and legends from your area.
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Finn McCool who built part of the Giants' Causeway along with the Scottish Bennandonner to fight. The oh-so brave Finn McCool, after realising the size of the Scottish giant, disguised himself as a baby with the help of his wife, Oonagh.
Once Bennandonner saw the size of the so-called "baby", he could not imagine how big of a giant McCool must have been. So with that, Bennandonner fled in terror, tearing the Giants' Causeway to shreds to ensure that the oh-so maheusive Irish giant, Finn McCool, could not follow him back home to Scotland.
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Hard to believe, considering the violent tendencies that many of the Northern Irish have nowadays, having mostly Irish and Scottish ancestry (English too but that's beside the point).
The Giants' Causeway actually had a brief wee mention in ZP today. Gave me a wee chuckle.
EDIT: Jeez, I'm sorry; I assumed you didn't mean urban myths and legends! Erm... apparently the Titanic was cursed for various reasons:
http://www.snopes.com/history/titanic/titanic.asp#unsinkable
Once Bennandonner saw the size of the so-called "baby", he could not imagine how big of a giant McCool must have been. So with that, Bennandonner fled in terror, tearing the Giants' Causeway to shreds to ensure that the oh-so maheusive Irish giant, Finn McCool, could not follow him back home to Scotland.
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Hard to believe, considering the violent tendencies that many of the Northern Irish have nowadays, having mostly Irish and Scottish ancestry (English too but that's beside the point).
The Giants' Causeway actually had a brief wee mention in ZP today. Gave me a wee chuckle.
EDIT: Jeez, I'm sorry; I assumed you didn't mean urban myths and legends! Erm... apparently the Titanic was cursed for various reasons:
http://www.snopes.com/history/titanic/titanic.asp#unsinkable
Don't know a whole lot of myths or legends from my hometown, but I am reminded of one that I heard when I was younger.
There was once a little girl in our city, who loved dolls, and her mother would always buy her any doll that she wanted. One day, while she was playing in the street, she was involved in a hit-and-run and died instantly. When the paramedics came, they saw that they girl did not move out of the way as she was protecting one of her dolls that she was holding close to her.
The mother, understandingly devastated with the loss of her daughter, became paranoid, as her daughter was not baptized, and therefore, was in limbo. She was scared that her daughter would be alone, with no to be with her or nothing to do.
So, she got all of her daughter's dolls, undressed them, put little nooses around their necks and hanged them on a tree in her front yard. She believed that by 'killing' the dolls, who were not baptized, that they would go to Limbo as well, and find their way to her daughter.
At first, I didn't believe this story. That is, until I drove by the house where they said all the dolls were hanged on a tree. Yep, totally there. And everyone who lives near her said that they have yet to see someone leave the house.
The dolls are no longer hanged there, as I heard that the mother had passed away. Still, I wouldn't want to set foot on that property.
There was once a little girl in our city, who loved dolls, and her mother would always buy her any doll that she wanted. One day, while she was playing in the street, she was involved in a hit-and-run and died instantly. When the paramedics came, they saw that they girl did not move out of the way as she was protecting one of her dolls that she was holding close to her.
The mother, understandingly devastated with the loss of her daughter, became paranoid, as her daughter was not baptized, and therefore, was in limbo. She was scared that her daughter would be alone, with no to be with her or nothing to do.
So, she got all of her daughter's dolls, undressed them, put little nooses around their necks and hanged them on a tree in her front yard. She believed that by 'killing' the dolls, who were not baptized, that they would go to Limbo as well, and find their way to her daughter.
At first, I didn't believe this story. That is, until I drove by the house where they said all the dolls were hanged on a tree. Yep, totally there. And everyone who lives near her said that they have yet to see someone leave the house.
The dolls are no longer hanged there, as I heard that the mother had passed away. Still, I wouldn't want to set foot on that property.
Jefferson, Texas (where i went to high school) is known for being haunted. There are a few stories but the ones most people hear are the ones about the hotels and the Dollhouse (i think that was the place's name but it's been awhile)
The Jefferson Hotel is supposedly haunted in general. The usual things, weird noises, cold spots, etc. For some reason the phenomenon are stronger within Room 19 on the second floor. Supposedly no one has ever stayed in the room the entire night. Reports I've heard range from moving furniture to a ghostly woman watching them sleep, to one woman who claimed a spirit tried to tear her clothes off.
Apparently Steven Spielberg once stayed at the Excelsior House Hotel (aka the only other actual hotel in town) and experienced "something" so terrifying he left and refuses to speak of it to this day.
The Dollhouse is an old mansion in town built around the Civil War. The family's young daughter died in the house and the family eventually attempted to sell her things in an effort to move on with their lives. When they did they heard the little girl crying incessantly. the crying didn't stop until they returned her favorite doll to her old room. Any time someone has tried to remove the doll the crying starts again. As far as I know the doll is still in there.
The Jefferson Hotel is supposedly haunted in general. The usual things, weird noises, cold spots, etc. For some reason the phenomenon are stronger within Room 19 on the second floor. Supposedly no one has ever stayed in the room the entire night. Reports I've heard range from moving furniture to a ghostly woman watching them sleep, to one woman who claimed a spirit tried to tear her clothes off.
Apparently Steven Spielberg once stayed at the Excelsior House Hotel (aka the only other actual hotel in town) and experienced "something" so terrifying he left and refuses to speak of it to this day.
The Dollhouse is an old mansion in town built around the Civil War. The family's young daughter died in the house and the family eventually attempted to sell her things in an effort to move on with their lives. When they did they heard the little girl crying incessantly. the crying didn't stop until they returned her favorite doll to her old room. Any time someone has tried to remove the doll the crying starts again. As far as I know the doll is still in there.
Blunderboy said:
...Robin Hood was around Nottingham, not York. Good Gravy....
Anyhow, back in Stoke-on-Trent, we were usually only bothered by old Victorian ghosts in the factories. There doesn't seem to be much of anything.
Now, living in Lincoln...by God. So I was walking around Lincoln Cathedral at night - it was about midnight. It was Valentine's Day, my girlfriend had been at university rehearsing all night, and I was annoyed. So I went for a walk. The area around the cathedral was totally dark, as is normal for that time of night. There were no other people walking around. The organ was playing a slow, melancholy song, and there was a choir singing in Latin.
Anyhow, I asked about this to a member of the cathedral's congregation, and he insisted that there were never midnight services like that, but that the ghosts of the plague graveyard next to the cathedral rise up on certain nights to sing for their salvation.
Then, after a ghost tour of Lincoln, I decided to go check out 'the most haunted road in the city', hoping to catch a glimpse of this Roman legion that supposedly marched there. It was twilight, and slightly misty. I walked down the road, hoping to hear the rattling of armour or even to feel the head of St. Hugh smack into me. No, instead, I came close to the archway at the bottom of the road, and there was a brown shape. Assuming it to be the fence, I carried on, closer. Only then did I distinguish a face in the shape. It was a man in a monk's robe and hood, standing in the spot where allegedly a medieval monk hanged himself.
So yes. Two personal experiences. I would have taken a picture, but y'know, there was a medieval monk staring at me. My only thought was to walk quickly and 'calmly' away, in case running angered him.
in my building a girl was pushed out of the fourth floor window by her boyfriend while they were both drunk and now she messes with couples in our building. my roommate and his girlfriend always have experiences of posters falling off the wall and lights turning on and off... although maybe they just fuck too much
Seen that one. Yeah, the hill looks like it is upwards, but it is actually about a centimeter sloped down, which explains why it won't start rolling at once. And the prints is just old prints of other people, messed up so they look smaller. Bit sad really, it is a great story.The Keeper said:
OT: Nothing from here I'm afraid. Unless you count trolls, but all of Norway has trolls.
Mmmmm, I moved to a new town for school (Galesburg) and from what I understand, there's some myth involving a zombie dog and a road crash. Or something. Eh, I don't really know.
In the area of Saint Louis where I lived, there was a myth about the wooded areas being haunted by a Native American Cannibal Ghost. Or something. It's been a long time.
In the area of Saint Louis where I lived, there was a myth about the wooded areas being haunted by a Native American Cannibal Ghost. Or something. It's been a long time.
In Portland, Oregon we have the Shanghai Tunnels, a creepy-ass system of underground corridors in Old Town where they supposedly kidnapped people and sold them into slavery in the 19th century. There's a (very tasty) pizza place connected to the tunnels which is reputed to be haunted by the ghost of a prostitute who used to operate out of the building.
And of course, once you're out of the suburbs, you're in prime Sasquatch country.
Thanks for posting the Finn McCool thing, actually. Over the past couple of years I've heard several people say it was Cuchulainn instead of Bennandonner, and I was trying to remember if there was more than one version of the story or not. Guess I was right!Hipsy_Gypsy said:
Well i don't know about creepy but I used to live in Burlington Vermont which borders Lake Champlian which is supposibly home to Champ. The american verison of the Lock Ness Monster.
don't got moors round 'ere there be a beast on em
yeah in Yorkshire there are a lot of storys about the moors and bogs things like the will-o-the-wisps and wolfs howling made them
yeah in Yorkshire there are a lot of storys about the moors and bogs things like the will-o-the-wisps and wolfs howling made them
In Finland we have the story of father Gregorius. Gregorius is been told saying on his deathbed that if he had not sinned in his lifetime, his body would not decay, only mummify. He died and didn't rot. You'll find him on display in the Church of Gregori in Finland. It's also told that if someone runs around the church 12 times during a full moon and the witching hour, Father Gregorius wakes from the dead. So yeah, in Finland we have a legend of a zombie priest.
we got a few haunted graveyards, but the scary one is that if you've ever lived in the Rogue Valley (where I live) you will die there. This might be true cause kids that are raised here and leave all come back when they get married, I blame the elder gods sleeping in crater lake.
could also be the nice weather, but I'm going with elder gods.
could also be the nice weather, but I'm going with elder gods.
Madison, Wisconsin here, and we have plenty of strange crap.
7 bridges, Milwaukee is supposed to be haunted, but I spent the night there, nothing happened * surprise surprise* though the atmosphere was pretty fit to produce those rumors.
Another myth is a Lizardman in door county, we also have a few of those illusion hills dotting the state.
7 bridges, Milwaukee is supposed to be haunted, but I spent the night there, nothing happened * surprise surprise* though the atmosphere was pretty fit to produce those rumors.
Another myth is a Lizardman in door county, we also have a few of those illusion hills dotting the state.