Folklore or terrible dream?
By Marc Algernon. I just love long Sunday drives, and returning home late at night but I must have made a wrong turn, the narrowing road is cause for concern. The trees hung low to the road, and my gas light started to glow this was one of those nights, where nothing seems to go right.
Out of the dark comes a horrible scream, this must be a terrible dream my heart asks me if we’re gonna die, my mind shouts, “For God’s sake DRIVE!” A woman and child block my path, the white of her eyes stops my heart. It’s a Churile for sure, what I always thought was folklore.
My brakes let out a violent screech, but now she sits in my back seat I opened the door and started to run, then I heard the beat of horrible drums I am swallowed up by the wicked night as my eyes are filled with the evilest sights the truth is if you don’t believe me, then come to the land of Silk Cotton Trees.
La Diablesse and Lagahoo – Folklore?
There was a giant black dog eating a goat, I tried to scream but the noise would not leave my throat. Over there on my left, in a long scarlet dress, was a La Diablesse, with her hands outstretched And over there on my right, was a Lagahoo in plain sight, no yampee in my eye. And if not to appear too soon, a giant ball of fire filled the moon.
Moko Jumbies dripping black, Bucks and sitting back. I took off in a desperate run, the ball of fire swooped overhead for fun. This road must have an end to this hell, all of a sudden I tripped and fell. Down I went to the muddy ground, the sound of the drums was all around.
The Giant Dog barked in my ear, giant claws grabbed my shirt and started to tear. I screamed and I begged, I begged and I prayed, the Moko Jumbie laughed, “NO REDEMPTION TODAY” They chewed on my fingers and bit off my toes, my back wore gashes, something crawled up my nose. I was dragged down a track by two horrible Douens…
Never to be heard of… again?!
December 2014 – Issue 13 www.sweettntmagazine.com
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