The Sluagh
Stories of The Sluagh and exactly what or who they were date back to thousands of years ago. Stories handed down from father to son; from mother to daughter. Tales differ slightly, but the core of the story is spine chilling. The Sluagh was a well known name among the old lands of Celtic Ireland and Celtic Scotland. A name that brought terror into the hearts of dying souls as they lay on their death bed.
Praying that all doors and windows were tightly bound against the fierce abd dreaded Sluagh. Praying that their death would come swiftly; that their frail soul might escape the evil clutches of the Unforgiving Dead. But, just think! Have you ever laid in bed, watching shadows dance across your room, yet no light feeds them? Have you ever heard distant shrieks; blamed a cat, knowing deep inside that no c at wails like that? And sometimes when you awake from a deep sleep...a feeling; and eerie feeling that someone or something was watching you?
That feeling of falling, and you jolt awake. The morning when you rise exhausted, your limbs sore and your head aching. That strange feeling of floating. You think its simply a dream; well of course that is the way it seemed. Perhaps The Sluagh came for you; perhaps they were the shadows on your ceiling, but hearing of a weaker soul they went steeling through the night; left you sleeping...
but still, as you read this they hear you breathing...
Yes my dear, they hear YOU breathing. They are waiting for their chance to steal your soul forever...All those things that go bump in the night are even afraid of The Sluagh, so why shouldn't you be?
Oh, and before you stop reading this please note that crows aren't as scary and demonic then you think...they are much worse.
Woop, totally bored but I'm not gonna study cause this is my study break time x3
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-LSP