#Tennessee Folklore

[briefbestiary]

The whirling whimpus was a bloodthirsty critter who hunted in the woods of Tennessee's Cumberland Mountains, puréeing unsuspecting American woodsmen walking along the trails.

[basementofthebizarre]

Bewitched in Tennessee: The Haunting Tale of the Bell Witch

The story of the Bell Witch is one of America’s most enduring and chilling tales of paranormal activity. Originating in the early 19th century in Adams, Tennessee, the legend has captivated generations with its eerie details of a malevolent spirit that terrorized the Bell family. The Bell Witch story is a complex blend of history, folklore, and supernatural occurrences, making it a fascinating…

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

The Bells of Tennessee

Chapter 6 Hallowed Grounds

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

Taylor has gone back to Invisible String instead of The 1 tonight!

– Taylor spoke about how her dad sent her an article (because she doesn’t Google herself ever) of how there is a bench now for her in Centennial Park and that’s why she thought it would be nice to sing Invisible String tonight.

[ariesxcove]

gray november

[goatfog]

Rain last night over the lamp by my apartment porch

[moonmausoleum]

The Cherokee Legend of Spearfinger in Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Disguised as an old woman or a loved one, the liver eating Spearfinger has terrified the Cherokees for centuries. She hides in the mountain, attacking children to eat their livers.  

Disguised as an old woman or a loved one, the liver eating Spearfinger has terrified the Cherokees for centuries. She hides in the mountain, attacking children to eat their livers.   In the mist-laden embrace of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park between North Carolina and Tennessee lies a haunting tale, a Cherokee legend that weaves through the dense forests and shadowy trails under the…

[surrealhaunts]

What do you think of Wampus Cats? Locals in East Tennessee and nearby states claim that it stood about four feet tall, with mesmerizing eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. Its sleek dark coat blends seamlessly with the shadows of the forest.

This short video is about the Wampus Cat. Check it out!

[mothmanflight]

Here is a short film I made recently for fun and uploaded today for my venture Earth Limitation Films. Go support indie film and watch it. Give some feedback on it.

[thenewseptembers]

I am heartbroken. I am weeping. I am four days too late to see @taylorswift at Nissan Stadium in Nashville, TN

[shadyufo]

Cryptids & Creatures of Folklore Drawtober Day 16 — Crocodingo

Beginning in the mid 1800s, residents of Scotts County in Tennessee began to witness an incredibly strange creature roaming the woods and fields around their homes.

The first sighting occurred on the night of July 31st, 1839 and was reported by a man named Hank Lemon. Lemon claimed to see strange green lights in the night sky over his home that frightened both him and his two dogs. After the lights disappeared, there was a foul smell in the air and then Lemon spotted a strange creature moving through the woods behind his home. He described it as looking like a dog with the head of an alligator.

In the following days, months, and years, residents of the area would continue to report seeing what came to be called the Crocodingo. Several witnessed it catching fish. Later sightings claimed the creature was lurking around sewers which it entered through manhole covers. Sightings continue on until as recent as 2012.

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! 

I love Irish folklore and believe that the fae folk are terrifying. So…

Nicholas Bradshaw is born in Buck Holler, Tennessee to a coal miner and his wife. 

He's supposed to be an only child forever, he isn't though. 

His Mama loses six babies after him, buries ‘em under little rose bushes that grow big and sturdy with time, but no baby ever sticks as good as the bushes; sticks long enough to give him a little brother or sister to play with — until one does. 

Mama thinks it’ll be a boy, and her belly grows big — bigger than she was with all the others. 

One evening, Nicky is playing in a big circle of mushrooms that popped up over the day, jumping in and out of the ring — until Mama rushes over to scold him. She can't move very fast with her big belly, but she tries anyway, dropping her washing to kneel down and grasp him by the biceps. Mama looks at him with big worried green eyes and tells him to never ever dance in faerie rings, that the fair folk will come and steal him away. She speaks with the terror of a girl who spent her childhood in the Aran Islands, old Irish and fearful down to the very marrow of her bones. 

Nicky promises, his gentle brown eyes filling with tears, but then Mama starts bleeding and can't get to her feet. The baby is coming but something is very very wrong. 

Nicky doesn't dare leave her, he stays to hold her hand, the both of them crouched in the faerie ring — even as his Mama brings a small and silent baby into the world. It never makes a sound and Mama keeps on bleeding… Nicky doesn't know what to do. 

His Mama gasps, with pale lips and a grief-stricken twist to her soul, Please give him a little brother. Please. 

He doesn't know who she's begging, they're the only two out in the night — until he sees a bunch of little blue lights appear, bobbing in the darkness, surrounding them like little flickering candles. A pair of long white fingers comes from the shadows with them, gnarled like old crackling branches in the moonlight, reaching out to gather the remains of the tiny silent baby, the one who never lived, and to press another robust, naked baby into Nicky’s arms in the same breath. 

Tithe, something like a voice creaks out, older than the trees, and suddenly the living, breathing baby boy in Nicky’s arms — one with big, wet green eyes and wild black hair — starts to cry. 

Hello, little brother. He whispers, rocking his baby brother in the center of the faerie ring, surrounded by the sound of his mother’s dying breaths. 

Their father comes home from the mines at daybreak to two healthy sons and a wife who died in childbirth. 

[pain-is-too-tired]

I wished pjo had focused in on modernization of the mythology. Not just "if this thing from the original myths are now this" but make new myths.

Think the reason we notice when certain things aren't right to the original myths is that Rick tries so hard to only give the feeling that the mythical world has adapted, not changed.

Sure, the gods mention how they're precieved and worship can change them. But that's only presented to us in terms of Roman sides of them. How messed up some of the gods interpretations are could feel a lot less sour if we got more confirmation that "Yeah, they're like that because of how the world now sees them and what they represent has corrupted who they were originally."

You can't tell me that thousands of years have gone by and there's not a single new monster. That a god didn't get mad once and made mothman or something.

There are a lot of modern mythologies without an actual tie to another religion.

Give me Loch Ness being a mortal who slighted Poseidon or a water god in the area it's now in.

Big Foot,Jersey Devil,The Tennessee Terror,Sea Serpants of the Gulf, the wolf woman of mobile etc

Heck,even other more recent ones like Slenderman and the Rake

I much rather have that then have gods and demigods be heavily involved or the cause of wars with very sensitive causes(what the fuck were you thinking with WW2 and Civil War Rick. Wtf)

But yeah. Honestly think seeing modern legends be used would be cool. And I must reiterate specifically those not already tied to another religion or culture. Legends that aren't sensitive to brouch on. Feel very important to mention when talking about crypids(especially as majority are in America) cause if you just look them up lot of them might add legends from native culture to the roster and they're already tied to something.

Anyway. Just thoughts on my brain I wanted to share. Think modern beings in pjo could've been so cool. Like America is full of folklore that was made post colonization,it wouldn't be shocking if the gods created part of that.

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

Naps in Salt Circles

The Bells of Tennessee

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

Taylor has gone back to Invisible String instead of The 1 tonight!

– Taylor spoke about how her dad sent her an article (because she doesn’t Google herself ever) of how there is a bench now for her in Centennial Park and that’s why she thought it would be nice to sing Invisible String tonight.

[kennytheghostwiththemost]

✨Bigfoot-like cryptids ✨

White Thang- Alabama, United States

Yeti- Himalayan Folklore

The Mogollan Monster- Arizona, United States

Wood Devils- New Hampshire, United States

Taku-He - South Dakota, United States

Tennessee Wildman- Tennessee, United States

If you know anymore, feel free to add!