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Old 09-11-2008, 10:47 PM   #26
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So ur wit ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. Un anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded."
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
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Old 09-11-2008, 11:22 PM   #27
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So ur wit ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. Un anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded."
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
Uh oh, looks like someone posted under your account gothicus.
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Old 09-12-2008, 12:07 AM   #28
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Uh oh, looks like someone posted under your account gothicus.
So ur lookin at ur forum nd u c a pst from gothicsmaxims nd its got bad grammar, so ur liek 'this can't be gothicusmaxims'.
THEN WHO WAS POST?
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Old 09-12-2008, 05:48 AM   #29
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Old 09-12-2008, 06:48 AM   #30
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Aww, I would rather post about ghost stories that are imaginary...
My father happens to lecture about Cultural Studies and part of it is all to do with witch-burning, Scots gothic, etc.
I have lots on that.
As for real stories... zilch. I don't believe in ghosts.
Well basically I wanted this thread to be more to the idea of folklore, so if you know ghost stories that are happily public domain and you wish to put them up feel free ^_^ I personally have a hard time though finding decent ghost stories that are not first hand, not urban legends, and are not like what gothicus posted, and if you have stories like that I'd love to hear them.

My favourite ghost story is that of Oiwa, who was made famous by the kabuki play Yotsuya Kaidan. Oiwa was married to a ronin (a rogue samurai if you will) named Iemon, but her father accused Iemon of being a criminal and tried to seperate the two. Iemon murdered her father, and made it look like he was attacked by bandits. So Oiwa and Iemon got back together, and Oiwa had a baby. Oiwa got sick from giving birth, and Iemon began to resent her, they were poor and he had to work all day to support Oiwa. A rich girl from the Ito family fell head over heels in love with Iemon, and her father offered Iemon her hand in marriage if he managed to get rid of Oiwa. Iemon poisoned Oiwa, but instead of killing her the poison disfigured her face, her right eye swells and droops, and her hair began to fall out (on stage Oiwa will comb her hair, and a pile of hair will grow on the floor). Iemon leaves to marry the girl and tells his servant Takuetsu to **** Oiwa and then kill her. Takuetsu cannot bring himself to do this, and instead informs Oiwa of Iemon's betrayal. In the play, Oiwa tries to go to the Ito family household to stop the wedding, and Takuetsu tries to stop her, and she accidently cuts her throat open on a sword. However other accounts of the story has her dying of a broken heart, or commiting suicide. Iemon returns again, with a servant named Kohei who Iemon caught stealing medicine for Kohei's master. Iemon kills Kohei, and has his servants nail the bodies of Oiwa and Kohei on each side of the door, then they threw the crucified pair into the river. The idea of that was to link Oiwa and Kohei as lovers, so if found Iemon can say he caught them in an affair.

When he returns to the bride, Iemon saw Oiwa, and in trying to kill her he ended up killing his bride instead. Oiwa's ghost eventually led him to kill the entire Ito family. In fear, Iemon runs and tries to start again as a fisherman. In a scene of the play he fishes up the door and the bodies of Oiwa and Kohei come to life to reproach him. Iemon runs away again. Meanwhile, Kohei's ghost delivers the medicine he died for to his master, having saved his master Kohei no longer feels a vendetta and leaves for paradise. Oiwa's sister Osode also finds Oiwa's kimono and comb out of the river, and Takuetsu confesses to her what had happened. In the play Osode has her own drama which is long to explain so I'll just let you know she asks her husband Yomoshichi to kill Iemon and avenge Oiwa on her behalf.

The last scene has Iemon taking retreat in the mountains. He stays in a small monastery with his servant and his parents. Iemon has terrible visions of Oiwa, most famously by staring at a latern, which then takes on the likeness of her, he is only saved by monks entering the room. Oiwa, however, kills his servant and his parents, and Iemon once again runs. Out in the snow however he encounters Yomoshichi, who then cuts him down.

I can't find much info on it but apparently the play has a sort of Macbeth curse to it. Actors will mysteriously die before or after the performance, in film adaptations there's been numerous accidents on set including a director falling to his death. To avoid this actors will visit the grave of Oiwa and ask for her blessing. Also, if you visit her shrine she will grant you a wish, if you visit her grave just out of curiousity your right eye will swell with pain.
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Old 09-12-2008, 09:08 AM   #31
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This still doesn't really fit in, but I'm feeling pompous.

The Ballad of Tam-Lin

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad,
Either their rings, or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhead.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she's awa to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

When she came to carterhaugh
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.

She had na pu'd a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till upon then started young Tam Lin,
Says, Lady, thou's pu nae mae.

Why pu's thou the rose, Janet,
And why breaks thou the wand?
Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withoutten my command?

"Carterhaugh, it is my own,
My daddy gave it me,
I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave at thee."

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she is to her father's ha,
As fast as she can hie.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba,
And out then came the fair Janet,
The flower among them a'.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess,
And out then came the fair Janet,
As green as onie glass.

Out then spake an auld grey knight,
Lay oer the castle wa,
And says, Alas, fair Janet, for thee,
But we'll be blamed a'.

"Haud your tongue, ye auld fac'd knight,
Some ill death may ye die!
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I'll father none on thee."

Out then spak her father dear,
And he spak meek and mild,
"And ever alas, sweet Janet," he says,
"I think thou gaest wi child."

"If that I gae wi child, father,
Mysel maun bear the blame,
There's neer a laird about your ha,
Shall get the bairn's name.

"If my love were an earthly knight,
As he's an elfin grey,
I wad na gie my ain true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.

"The steed that my true love rides on
Is lighter than the wind,
Wi siller he is shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind."

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she's awa to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

When she came to Carterhaugh,
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.

She had na pu'd a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till up then started young Tam Lin,
Says, Lady, thou pu's nae mae.

"Why pu's thou the rose, Janet,
Amang the groves sae green,
And a' to kill the bonny babe
That we gat us between?"

"O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin," she says,
"For's sake that died on tree,
If eer ye was in holy chapel,
Or christendom did see?"

"Roxbrugh he was my grandfather,
Took me with him to bide
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.

"And ance it fell upon a day
A cauld day and a snell,
When we were frae the hunting come,
That frae my horse I fell,
The Queen o' Fairies she caught me,
In yon green hill do dwell.

"And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years,
We pay a tiend to hell,
I am sae fair and fu o flesh,
I'm feard it be mysel.

"But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday,
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.

"Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide."

"But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin,
Or how my true-love know,
Amang sa mony unco knights,
The like I never saw?"

"O first let pass the black, lady,
And syne let pass the brown,
But quickly run to the milk-white steed,
Pu ye his rider down.

"For I'll ride on the milk-white steed,
And ay nearest the town,
Because I was an earthly knight
They gie me that renown.

"My right hand will be gloved, lady,
My left hand will be bare,
Cockt up shall my bonnet be,
And kaimed down shall my hair,
And thae's the takens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there.

"They'll turn me in your arms, lady,
Into an esk and adder,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I am your bairn's father.

"They'll turn me to a bear sae grim,
And then a lion bold,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
And ye shall love your child.

"Again they'll turn me in your arms
To a red het gand of airn,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I'll do you nae harm.

"And last they'll turn me in your arms
Into the burning gleed,
Then throw me into well water,
O throw me in with speed.

"And then I'll be your ain true-love,
I'll turn a naked knight,
Then cover me wi your green mantle,
And hide me out o sight."

Gloomy, gloomy was the night,
And eerie was the way,
As fair Jenny in her green mantle
To Miles Cross she did gae.

At the mirk and midnight hour
She heard the bridles sing,
She was as glad at that
As any earthly thing.

First she let the black pass by,
And syne she let the brown,
But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed,
And pu'd the rider down.

Sae weel she minded what he did say,
And young Tam Lin did win,
Syne covered him wi her green mantle,
As blythe's a bird in spring

Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
Out of a bush o broom,
"Them that has gotten young Tam Lin
Has gotten a stately-groom."

Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
And an angry woman was she,
"Shame betide her ill-far'd face,
And an ill death may she die,
For she's taen awa the bonniest knight
In a' my companie.

"But had I kend, Tam Lin," said she,
"What now this night I see,
I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een,
And put in twa een o tree."

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