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Even scarier than Xmas Callicantzaroi is their companion the violent demon Koutsodaimonas with his oversized head, lolling tongue, humped chest and genitals always on display. Keep him away by leaving a sieve & broom by the door & burning incense @FolkloreThurs #FolkloreThursday
Belsnickel may come to you tonight, torn and tattered, furred and masked with a lolling tongue, travelling alone. The first sign he is near is his rap upon the windowpane before he bursts into the house to punish the naughty with his hazel switch @FolkloreThurs #folklorethursday
Capricious French and Swiss Elves The Lutins think of endless #tricks to tease and torment; whether in the guise of horses throwing their riders into a ditch, making seashells temporarily become gold or even appearing as giant spiders #FolkloreThursday @FolkloreThurs
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Gwyn ap Nudd ruler of Annwn the Welsh Underworld escorted the souls of the dead there, accompanied by supernatural hounds, the Cŵn Annwn. The howling of the dogs foretold death to anyone who heard. They hunted lost souls in autumn & winter...@ClassicalMyths #MythologyMonday
The Mermaid's Pool Derbyshire has a #mermaid incumbent who will grant immortality on any who see her. The best time to try is on the eve of Easter @FolkloreThurs #FolkloreThursday
🎨Arthur Rackham
In Normandy, the loups-garoux, clothe themselves every evening with a wolf skin, a gift from the devil. The only way to release the human inside, is by drawing from them, three drops of blood with a needle
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Image: Lon Chaney Jr transformation
Yorkshire has its very own werewolf - Old Stinker. He is 8foot tall with red eyes, a human face and disgustingly bad breath (hence the name). Sighted since the 18thc, it was spotted again in 2016, prowling around an industrial estate near Hull @FolkloreThurs #FolkloreThursday
Fairies hid underground by day, deep in the round green hills. Eager listeners ears to the ground, heard their music. A piper, eager to learn such tunes, entered into the Picts' Knowe on the Scottish Borders. He never emerged, now it is known as Piper's Grave... #FolkloreThursday
In Ulster, the cricket was called "gentle wee thing," the word gentle signifying fairy origin. Bad luck to harm one. The Irish believed crickets were hundreds of years old; and if we could understand, they would reveal the history of the world...
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