Once upon a time in a dense forest, kissing the edges of a tiny little village, there lived a ferocious female demon. The forest was filled with dangerous wild animals but none were as dangerous as her. The villagers feared the forest because whoever went in there never returned barring a few who came back stark raving mad.
Over the years there were several bravehearts who ventured into the forest in the hopes of slaying the demon. However she was clever. She would transform into a beautiful woman and lure the men with melodious songs. They would be mesmerised by her beauty and the grip of her magical song would draw them towards her. That was when she would show her true form and drink their blood. Once satiated she would fly up into a large flowering tree.
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| A beautiful fragrant flower from a tree believed to house demons |
Then one day a church priest decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked into the forest in search of the demon. He heard a beautiful song and walked towards the sound. There near a large flowering tree he saw her in her human form. He had never seen someone so beautiful and was almost in a trance. But he realised this was trick and drew out his cross. The demon screamed and transformed into her real self. She tried to attack the priest but could get no closer.
She then transformed into a little girl, crying and pretending to be lost. The priest saw his chance and quickly drove a nail through the top of her head. The demon was trapped in the child's body and the child had no recollection of her gory past.
The priest took her home to his wife and told her that he had found this orphan roaming around lost in the forest. Being childless, the priest's wife asked no further questions and welcomed the girl into her life. They named her Sarah. Sarah went to school and attended church regularly. She was obedient and sweet and very soon became the darling of the village. The years passed and Sarah grew into a beautiful young woman. She had long black hair and enchanting dark eyes. When she sang people forgot all their worries. She had many suitors but the priest was fiercely protective of her. Only he knew the truth and he couldn't afford to let her out of his sight.
One day, the priest was away at another village to conduct a wedding. The priest's wife sat Sarah down to oil and comb her hair. While doing so she saw something sticking slightly out in her scalp. She tried flicking it away but it wouldn't go. Sarah was uncomfortable and asked her to stop. But her mother wouldn't listen. She tried again and again to remove it with her nails. Finally she could pry it loose and she pulled it out in horror....
When the priest returned the village had been destroyed. There were dead bodies all over and an eerie silence. The silence was broken by the strains of a heartbreaking melody coming from the forest.
Nothing is what is seems....
This story was narrated to me by my father when I was young. It gave me sleepless nights but I found it fascinating.
4 comments:
Next I meet you I can carry a cross. Who knows when the nail in your head might come out.
Jokes apart, I think that was a hell of a story. Do you remember why your dad told you that story?
My dad liked telling stories and there are a lot of interesting ones that are lost to time and bad memory. I am not really sure if he had a reason for telling us this particular one.
yea pretty scary story. I love horror stories or ghost stories.
It was scary and sad. very well written. To think you actually pieced the stroy purely from your memories... Glad you put it down on paper where it will never get lost.
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