Fear encapsulated him, stone cold and sweat inducing. He felt it in his gut, his heart hammered in his chest, his eyesight blurred, he felt nauseous, his breathing was too fast, and he could control none of it. He knew running was futile, hiding even more so, they would take years to complete the…
Category: Tale’s of rural W.A.
Yarn’s obtained through local oral history.
There Be Monsters Here – ‘Misanthrope’ – meet the author.
Hello there world! Roughly twelve months ago, I put a halt on my collection of oral history/folklore specific to the Shires of Dandaragan, Victoria Plains, and Moora. Basically I ran out of stories. Unexpectedly, people over the past two months have began showing interest once again in my collected yarns. So much so,…
He found Death to the east, and Death had her quota filled. – Part 2.
With that, the day got hotter, and smoke rose vertically from the fires into the scorching cloudless sky without a whisper of wind to disturb it…………………… ………………..At around 5 in the afternoon come evening, it was sound, rather than smell, that caused Harry Smart to wake in fright from his make shift bed beneath the upturned…
He found Death to the east, and Death waited for more – Part 1.
This is the follow on from my previous post. With the sun shifting slowly from the forenoon to the aft, the three remaining, Albert Smart, Harry Smart, and Jack Bridgman examined the area around the irreparably broken vehicle, and drew the same conclusion; of the five water bag’s, four had been burst or…
He found Death to the east.
About 200 miles east of Ballidu, Western Australia, 6606; roughly 1920. A good hundred and something odd miles from anywhere, on a track that appeared on no map, had remained unused since the last rains four months prior. Three of the four fairly narrow gauge wheels, wooden spokes imitating roulette wheels, spun languidly, coming to a…
See you in hell, my wild, wild friend.
On a “truly wild night”, surrounding the kitchen table, “a family of natives were playing cards”. Much laughter and merriment was had, and as the night wore on, the storm getting fiercer and fiercer all the while, the children of the house started to come inside from their play around their dirt floored home….
Un petit psychopathe en bottes (one small psychopath in boots)
The evening summer sunlight ran like gold through the tree’s and the bush behind St. Gertrude’s College, shadow crept down the hill before it, and the mercury dropped to 37℃. Sweat, half an hour prior, had ceased dripping from the brim of the broad brown Akubra perched on my dusty head, and the route…
So psychotic, so chic.
This happened within 150km of where I sit, and is as factual as any true story can possibly be. Agnes had been strolling door to residential door, handing out cheaply produced leaflets to everyone she encountered willing enough, politely enough, to lighten her load. Few were interested in the spiel that went with…
It’s been a lonely, lonely, time
This is 100% true. Early on a grey Sunday morning sometime in the mid 1970’s, I would have been five or six at the time, there was a ‘knock’ at our front door. This in itself was a highly irregular occurrence, as no one used our front door, the back door was the unofficial entry….
Keep calm and ‘Kurdaitcha’
Fear encapsulated him, stone cold and sweat inducing. He felt it in his gut, his heart hammered in his chest, his eyesight blurred, he felt nauseous, his breathing was too fast, and he could control none of it. He knew running was futile, hiding even more so, they would take years to complete the…
She found the ‘laughter’ in ‘slaughter’
♞ Birds, shimmering blue and the size of walnuts shot about Gentle Annis in a blur of wings and movement; butterflies, twice their size, fluttered around a cacophony of flowers in slow winged beauty. She skipped down a path of deep brown bare earth half a metre wide and ten centimetres deeper than the flower…
Calingiri Wraith
In the midnight dark it swept through streets in a manner specific to the wraith that it was. Through the rain, street lights flickered then went out as it passed, thunder rolled overhead, lightning lit up all that the electric lamps no longer could. She had her head down against the rain, it blew…
Three Girls Gone
We played around the long abandoned old farm house, my Great Grandfather had built it, yet we were never brave enough to enter. One day my cousins from Perth were visiting, they had come all the way on the mail train. After we had tired of building dams in the creek, I took my city cousins…
Priest on a plane
On the plane back to Moora the other day, I found myself seated beside a seventy something year old, scrawny, hatchet faced priest. The old rotter was dressed in the full sermon outfit, reversed collar, the lot. He had me in mind of someone that had just eaten a raw onion, then followed it up…
Enter Girl Germ!
Walking with the kindergarten class to the library, Tilly Moncreiff found herself in a situation she hated more than anything, having to hold hands with the child beside her. A small boy, his name was irrelevant as far as she was concerned. He had a face like boiled meat, and an intellect to match, Tilly’s dark side…
DEATH BY GIRL GERM!
A short scary story. Once upon a time there was a little boy who attended the local kindergarten. One day, whilst the class walked to the library, he had to hold hands with a little girl. He caught ‘Girl Germs’. And DIED! Moohahahahaha!! Yes, okay, I’m shaking my head as…
STREETS OF THE WORLD; AVENUES OF THE MIND.
Firstly, I must say that I have been overwhelmed by the responses to my wee stories I sporadically post here, so thank you everyone for your kindness and support. Secondly, and this is much more sinister, the yarns I have posted about the ghost on Slaughter Road have generated quite a lot of interest,…
Hooves in New Norcia mud.
It should come as no surprise, that a tale involving a character unique to New Norcia may have been told by others over the span of the days, weeks, months, and years preceding this very bland attempt of mine at the retelling of a singular experience of my own. Often it is thought that…
07 August, 1914.
With ANZAC Day around the corner, I thought a snippet from the local paper of the time was in order. Read on. “THE WAR IN EUROPE. NINE NATIONS INVOLVED In common.with the rest of the1 civilized (?) world the war in Europe has been the all absorbing topic in Moora and along the Midland line….
“Istanbul (Not Constantinople)”
WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE STORY at THERE BE MONSTERS HERE? Tell me, tell me now! I am back editing, and I need to get it out to a publisher. Hey ho World. This is the one hundred and second ‘There Be Monsters Here’ blog post. ‘Hooray’ I hear you cry from the…
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