2026-01-16
•3 min read
She is not a ghost, but a messenger. When the Banshee screams, a member of the great Irish families is about to die. She is the Washer at the Ford, and she is crying for you.
In the Scottish Highlands, silence is safe. But if you hear a deep, booming bark roll across the moors, you have a choice. Run now, or wait for the third bark to stop your heart.
"Who rides so late through night and wind?" The Erlking is a predator of the forest, visible only to the dying. He offers crowns and games to children, but his touch stops the heart.
A spectral hound that haunts the lonely roads of Wales. It has the body of a mastiff and eyes like burning coals. To see it is to know that death is coming.