Talk:Raw Head and Bloody Bones

Fiction by Y.Whateley

In a remote, rural part of the Appalachian backwoods hill country, in Hainted Holler, a party of coal miners walking home late from a long shift in the mines, drinking moonshine and bragging to each other in the usual hillfolk fashion, were interrupted by a terrible earthquake which opened up a crack in the earth, from which belched forth a hideous, sulfrous stench, and a weird, unearthly wailing and screaming noise.

It takes quite a bit to unnerve us hillbillies, and these miners were braver - or stupider - than most, so, curious to see what could possibly be making that hellish sound, the bravest and stupidest among them, one Yronimos Whateley, accepted the dare to be lowered on a rope down into that abysmal crack in the earth to see whatever can be seen. Yron's friends lowered the rope for what seemed like hours, with Yron calling up from time to time, "lower me further, boys - I'm a gittin' close, but I still can't see nothin'!"

So lower, and lower into the pit they lowered him, until suddenly, Yron cried at last - "PULL ME UP! PULL ME UP! For the love of Pete, boys - " (Pete, you see, was Yronimos' ol' hound dog, a creature even braver, uglier, and stupider than Yronimos himself) "For the love of Pete, boys, I say - PULL ME UP! It's a comin' for me, and it's a gonna git me!"

Those old coal miners pulled and pulled, but they couldn't pull fast enough: the earth shook and quaked again, and the crack in the earth closed up, drowning out Yronimos' final scream and cutting the rope free with a terrible crash, and Yronimos Whately was never seen or heard from again on this earth, exeptin' when he's writing his horrible messages - terrible things, ain't nobody wants to see - on the innernet.

They say that to this day, Yronimos' hound dog, Ol' Pete, will spend his days near where Yronimos was lost in that unearthly crack in the earth, howlin' and mournin' like a lost soul. But only the days: neither Pete, nor the miners, nor anybody else from Hainted Holler will go there at night, because that's the exact time and place that Ol' Bloody Bones can be found haintin' the woods and causin' a ruckus, and if Bloody Bones catches you out in the woods at night, he'll drag you down, down into the earth to show you where ol' Yronimos Whateley went to!

As for the Cult of Bloody Bones, the less said about them, the better....


- Y.Whateley, from a ghost story passed down by his parents

Ywhateley (talk) 03:16, 25 May 2020 (UTC)