Thursday, March 12, 2009

Scary Stories from Childhood

I grew up in Waco, Texas, and as young people everywhere, we enjoyed telling scary stories, the more outrageous, the better. As teenagers, one of our favorites was The Hook. Cameron Park was an ideal place for parking and making out, the perfect backdrop for this heart stopping tale.

As the story goes, a young couple parked one night at Lover's Leap, a well-known cliff where supposedly Indian lovers from two warring tribes, jumped to their death rather than be parted. As the teenagers make out, the young woman is nervous, says she hears a noise, like scratching. The boy insists she's imagining things. Suddenly a face appears at the passenger window. The girl screams, the guy starts the car, throws it into reverse and they roar from the parking lot.

They arrive at her home shaken. When he exits the car and rounds the vehicle to help her out, he finds a hook hanging from the door handle. The parents call the police and they learn the man with the hook for a hand preys upon teens. He kills the boy and rapes the girl before killing her.

As an adult, I've learned most every town with a park has a similar story. But at the time, it scared us witless and we loved every shiver.

How about you. What scary story do you remember from childhood?

Linda LaRoque ~Western Romance with a Twist in Time~ A Law of Her Own, Forever Faithful. Desires of the Heart, 3-9, My Heart Will Find Yours, 5-9, Flames on the Sky, Investment of the Heart coming 5-9, When the Ocotillo Bloom 7-9.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Love, death, and superstition

In times of superstition, legends of demons were rampant, and love was considered to be more powerful than any force of darkness.

One legend tells of Marcus and Brunhilda.

In a chapel they made vows, promising to God and company, that their love would always shine as a reflection of God's love for them. Each placed a silver ring on their beloveds finger to symbolize the eternal bond.

A ruckus was heard outside the chapel. The village was under attack. The doors burst open and warriors overtook the unarmed men. The women begged for mercy, but there was none to be had. Marcus fought bare handed, but fell on the stone floor, Brunhilda rushed to his side. She was hoisted from the floor and the raiders took her away.

The Huns were seen as demons. They had mis- shaped heads from being bound at birth, and they fought with a frenzy that couldn't be quelled until the ground ran red with streams of blood.

When every man in the village fell, the raiders claimed what they killed. The wives, homes and children became the property of the warrior who killed the head of their household. The Hun simply moved in as replacement for the one slain.

Brunhilda buried her husband's body in her garden, whispering a promise they would never again be parted. By day she stared into the garden, longing for the one she lost, by night she was a tool in the victor's hand.

Early one morning she woke. The overlord snored at her side. Brunhilda moved from the bed to slip across the room. She took the dagger from his belt, and as he lay sleeping, she plunged the blade deep into his gut, over and over until he moved no more.

Realizing what she had done, Brunhilda tried to flee into the woods, she was captured and hanged for her crime. Her body was left in the woods for the wolves.

The Huns moved onto other conquests. Those remaining looted the graves looking for tools and weapons. The grave of her beloved Marcus was opened. Instead of one body, there lie two. Brunhilda rest by his side, silver rings adorning the entwined hands.