Wednesday, 30 December 2020

Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

You must have heard the story that terrified us all as kids? 

A couple go away for the night, leaving their daughter (or son - in some variations) at home alone.  The child has a pet dog that lies underneath her bed and licks her hand whenever she is scared or needs company.  Earlier on that day, on the news, there was a tale of a killer loose in her neighbourhood.  

While she begins to feel the absence of her parents, she notices a dripping noise - like a tap but faster.  At first it's something she can ignore - although later, it starts to freak her out. She puts her hand under the bed, and is reassured by her dog's licking of the hand.

After some time she can no longer handle the noise.  She begins to investigate.  She walks around the house from room to room, listening for the intensifying noise of the dripping. Eventually she is too scared to continue.  She runs back to her room and seeks out reassurance from her furry friend some more, falling asleep, feeling safer.

Next morning, she wakes up and goes to the bathroom.  There in the shower hangs the bloodied hanging corpse of her dead dog - drip, drip, drip.  And written in blood, across the wall is a message reading 'Humans can lick too'.



The interesting thing about urban legends is that everyone seems to know someone who the story has happened to, and all over the world these stories have been told - always apparently having happened in the neighbourhood whereby the storyteller and his horrified listeners reside.

Psychologists suggest we can't help sharing these stories because we have a sick fascination with the morbid and sinister.  Think about it: you're scrolling social media.  You come across a disturbing picture that turns your stomach.  What's the first thing you do? Lean over to your significant other and say, 'Holy crap! Look at this! It's horrific!'. 

Whether it's just a case of misery loves company, or perhaps the tales hold some truth, urban legends have been around forever, and are most likely here to stay.

Image from https://www.thesouthafrican.com/lifestyle/art-artists/your-childhood-myth-tormentor-pinky-pinky-comes-to-life-in-this-conceptual-imagery-series-photos/

In South Africa, there is the tale of 'Pinky Pinky'. A creature that hides in the bathroom and molests little girls and boys in the toilet. If you wear pink, the monster will get you and when it does, it will do all manner of unspeakable things to you!  To learn more about Pinky Pinky, follow the link above for a stunning conceptual imagery series.

Image from https://www.news24.com/citypress/trending/how-to-get-rid-of-the-tokoloshe-20180827

In a similar vein there is the 'tokoloshe' - an old South African legend hailing from the townships, that is so firmly believed by older members of the population, that people often put their beds on bricks to prevent the short statured creature from attacking them in their sleep.   The creature, it's said, can't climb very well and is therefore forced to move on to its next victim, while the sleeper gets to live another day.  

So powerful is the belief in the tokoloshe, that people would even visit their local witchdoctor (colloquial: sangoma) to rid themselves of the mischiefs of this creature, said to cause infertility, bring bad luck, defecate on your floors, steal your food, and even rape its victims. 

It is said that the tokoloshe is a curse brought upon you by those envious or jealous of your successes, so next time you are jealous of someone, be careful.  The tokoloshe is always waiting ...




Closer to home, in the garden of England, Kent - there is an infamous ghost originally named 'The Ghost of Bluebell Hill'.  The ghost is so popular, it is rumoured that even the local police are aware to ignore phone calls from travelers down the A229 who have encountered the spirit.  

According to the KM Newspaper (https://www.kentonline.co.uk/maidstone/news/the-true-story-behind-the-ghost-of-blue-bell-hill-214650/) the ghost is that of  24 year old Suzanne Browne, who tragically died when her vehicle collided with a Jaguar travelling on Bluebell Hill on the night of her hen party in 1965.

Witnesses say they have stopped to offer a young hitchhiker, soaked from the rain, a lift to an address, but when they arrive the hiker is gone and there is only a wet splotch where the passenger was sitting. 

Another variation of the story is that the girl stands in the middle of the busy road, staring drivers right in their eyes and they pass through her.  One man was so terrified by the incident, he made contact with the local police station, reporting that he had hit someone. On investigation a body was never found, and there was no damage to his vehicle.


Moving across the pond to our American counterparts, there's this creepy guy! 

Brave enough to say 'Candyman' five times whilst staring into the mirror? If so, you've probably not seen the frightening but macabrely cool revenge tale of the man himself. 'Candyman' (based on Clive Barker's short story of the same name) follows the tale of a black artist who was tortured and killed for having a relationship with the white daughter of a wealthy landowner.  Enraged by their relationship, her father hires a band of misfits to cut off the artist's hand, smear his body with honey, and had him stung to death by bees.  The rest of the tale is history, when the artist comes back to seek his revenge as 'Candyman' - a terrifying entity that appears when called through the mirror.

As entertaining as the film was - and is indeed one of my all time favourites, it would be hard to believe it held any truth.  I mean, it doesn't matter how angry someone is - coming back to haunt people centuries later, covered in bees, with a hook for a hand, just doesn't seem likely.


However, in one particularly disturbing scene of the film, the killer crawls through the space behind the bathroom cabinet from one apartment into another to take the life of his victim. They say that the victim screamed the whole way through but the police never came to save her.

This part is actually true.

In 1987, a woman living in a Chicago housing project was murdered.  Shortly before her death, she made frantic calls to the police department saying someone had gained entry to her apartment and was attacking her.  By the time the police arrived, she was dead.  The killers had gained access through the medicine cabinet via adjoining walls built intentionally for ease of access for maintenance.



Image from https://study-of-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/182309507553/107-hook-man

It would seem that many of these tales have been designed as moral warnings of consequences for less-than-saintly behaviour - this is likely the case with the infamous 'Hookman': a cautionary tale terrifying young lovers since the 1950s.  The tale revolves around a couple necking in the woods.  The man leaves the vehicle to urinate.  While awaiting his return, the woman turns on the radio, only to hear of an escaped mental patient in the area. The man's return is slow, and during her wait, she hears a repeated thumping sound coming from above her.  Frightened and confused, she locks the car doors, and eventually falls asleep.  

The following morning, she is awoken by a knock on the car window: it's the police.  They escort her to a squad car and instruct her not to turn around.  At the last minute she can no longer contain her curiosity and sneaks a peek only to see her boyfriend hanging from a tree branch above the car; his feet dangling against the roof of his vehicle.

Next time you are sneak out to do some heavy petting in the woods, boys 'n girls, be careful - the killer could come be coming for you!

Image from https://i.insider.com/5d8a1cf36f24eb17b8037885?width=800&format=jpeg&auto=webp


Another cautionary tale - particularly for men - hails from the UAE.  The story centers around a beautiful seductress, a genie known as 'Um-Duwais'.  The genie is said to be perfect in every sense of the word - every man's fantasy (although there are other accounts of her having the legs of a donkey and the eyes of a cat - hey, whatever floats your boat - I'm not judging!).  Once this bombshell lures in her victims, she transforms into a hideous creature that devours the unsuspecting fools!

Be careful what you wish for, boys.  You might just get it.

Image from https://villains.fandom.com/wiki/Bogeyman_(folklore)


So … are you afraid of the bogeyman yet? 

You probably should be!

Despite the evolution of story telling from oral to technological, these stories seem to form a part of all cultures across the world and will probably continue to scare generations to come.  

Are there any urban myths that you know of? I'd love to hear them.  Drop them in the comments section!





Monday, 28 December 2020

New York (part 4 of 4) (previously unpublished 2016)


I just found this previously unpublished blog post I created after my return from New York.  There was so much to see and do, and so many things I did that I actually ran out of steam posting it all!
Anyway, here's the unpublished content from 2016:
After my grueling walk the day before, I decided to take a chilled day in Central Park.  I knew it was big, but when I saw the map I decided the only way I was going to get around it was by bicycle so that's what I did.  It was great fun but there are traffic laws to obey!
Day 7 - Central Park



You always hear about how big Central Park is and you know it's going to be some sort of impressive, but when you see it in relation to the rest of the city like this, it is completely overwhelming.  If you are not completely understanding the photo, each one of those white lines is a block - and remember that NYC blocks are long!  There are several lakes, a couple of museums and a few swimming pools inside the park.




One of the swimming pools.  After cycling up the hill that goes alongside this I wish I'd brought my swimming costume!



My trusty steed and I after three laps of the park.  Bicycle rental shops are available all over the place and around the park there are actually guys just standing with picket boards advertising the various bicycle shops.  After they negotiate a special price for you that is usually different to the one advertised, they'll walk you to the bicycle shop because they work on commission.  I was a little edgy about following this random guy around a corner, but there were hundreds of people and police around so it wasn't too bad.


Riding inside the park where they have actual roads with traffic lights and pedestrian crossings because there are so many cyclists, carriages, rickshaws and other modes of transport.



Day 8 - I took  trip to see the Wall Street Bull.  There were so many people taking photos of it, I couldn't even get a clean shot sans my fellow tourists.  Then I caught a ferry a short walk away, to Staten Island so that I could view the Statue of Liberty without paying the extortionate rip off fees that the local tour guides were charging.  

The ferry itself is a finely tuned system.  I was completely blown away by the sophistication of the system.  You pretty much walk onto a platform, which you soon realise is the actual boat.  The safety announcements are made, and off you sail.  







The ferry passes the famous, but completely underwhelming Statue of Liberty.  I'm not dissing anyone's national icons, but seriously, did you know the statue measures only 93m/306ft - and that includes the base/pedestal it stands on?  To put that into perspective, Big Ben in London, is 96m/315ft.  I guess, when all is said and done, size really does matter! Hollywood always makes Lady Liberty look huge, and I therefore always expected that it would be around the size of the Eiffel Tower (which by the way is 300m/984ft - to give you some more perspective!).  Still, it was quite a mind fuck seeing the statue we've seen on just about every single movie we've seen since we were only a few feet tall ourselves!  I would strongly recommend doing the Staten Island/Statue of Liberty thing.  It was still well worth it.



When I arrived at Staten Island, I didn't really know what to do with myself.  I hadn't really through that far ahead to be honest!  When I got off the ferry there were loads of busses going to the beach - that sounded good enough to me, and off I went. 


The beach itself was absolutely glorious.  Beautiful sand stretched out for miles, a quaint little residential area to walk around in, and an unexpected European produce shop too. 



After a few hours, I met a wonderful elderly couple (whom even 4 years after returning from NYC, I remain friends with on social media).  They told me all about the gangs on Staten Island, the people who are apparently buried in the construction of the bridge, and the Irish/Italian street wars.  They invited me to dinner a few hours later, but being a single, white female, I figured it was probably best if we went out separate ways.  I thought really did think they were the coolest couple, but my mom kept messaging me, explaining this is how people end up in snuff films, so I regretfully took a rain check.

Honestly, I don't know where NYC gets its reputation for being rude and unsociable, because I have to say, there was seldom a single day that went by that I didn't end up meeting someone new.  Everyone was so helpful, kind and polite, and one morning I even had breakfast with a genuine NY paramedic who happened to be sitting opposite me in a breakfast cafe and invited me over. That was pretty cool too! He had some cool stories to tell about 9/11 in particular!


Random arty, voyeur shot of someone's back garden peephole because it would be rude not to!



Day 9 saw the more political and touristy things the city has to offer such as the Chrysler building, United Nations HQ, Grand Central Terminal (the most beautiful and impressive train station I've ever seen!), the Flatiron Building (which is a architectural marvel - I'm a bit of a buildingphile), and the famous Rockefeller Center.



A genuine NYC ambulance and yellow taxi cabs - just like on the movies!!





Of course, my son would have killed me if I didn't make a stop at the famous Chipotle.  I can verify that the food is indeed the bee's knees!



Flatiron Building - how cool is it??



The gorgeous Grand Central Station - again, just like in the movies! This little freak's mind was truly blown by it all!







Then it was time to visit the United Nation Headquarters. Security was tight, and you have to go across the road to the visitor's building first to get scanned and checked in.











Inside the UN building


A further walk around the city brought me to the Amish Market - healthy heaven (I could happily live in there  - only after I systematically work my way through the whole of NYC's famous foods though! So many calories, so little time! :P ).

















All that walking made me hungry and I stopped by Wendy's to see what all the fuss was about.  I'll be honest - I was well impressed.  It was a pretty darn good burger.  Then again, I think NYC probably has the best food on the planet.  I could see my waistline increasing on a daily basis! Just close your eyes and don't think about the calories - they might not see you either and you might get away with it! :P



Day 10 - IHOP breakfast, a walk through Chelsea (which was probably the place I would happily live if my life were a little more simple!), and the High Line Park which is a park built on an old rail station that peers over the city - very cool and a little off the beaten tourist track.  It was really interesting, and I would highly recommend it!




Highline Park - I don't know why more people don't mention this when visiting NYC! It's awesome.  You can read more about it, and see a few more pics here: https://www.thehighline.org/











Saw these in a local shop.  Imagine if we had these in England? I'd be pissed by my second cup of coffee on a daily basis! I teach secondary school so maybe this isn't such a bad idea? :P




Pretty cool clear Pepsi which I took back to England to impress my unimpressible teenage son. He was pretty impressed!




Another interesting thing about NY: sky writing to advertise stuff.  I thought this was well cool.  In South Africa, when I was a kid, planes would fly over the beach with messages of love and marriage proposals.  I haven't seen anything like this as an adult so I was pretty excited by it - even if it was just silly adverts.



Finally, I had just to stop at Popeye's Chicken.  Little Nicky fans out there will understand! 



It really was good! I tried to sneak some home for my son in my bag, but 'chickened' out at the last minute in case I got arrested :P.  Hey, everyone who travels gets paranoid sometimes!