The Black Bull of Norroway 'Seven long years I served for thee, The glassy hill I clomb for thee, Thy bloody clothes I wrang for thee; And wilt thou not waken and turn to me?’ By Rosie Young Once, a long time ago in Norroway, there lived three sisters. The…
Sir James the Rose If you visit Crail, take a walk along South Marketgate, past The Golf Hotel along to the Parish Kirk where you’ll find a devilish tale… By David White Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Crimond, where we lay our scene. As you may have…
The Good Wife of Auchtermuchty “It’s unfair that you get to stay inside all day while I work in the fields every day,” said the husband. “Tomorrow, we will swap responsibilities. You will plough the fields and I will look after the house.” By Rebecca Brown On a farm in…
The Phantom of Loch Leys Our story is set in a castle that no longer stands on an island, that is no longer an island, in a loch that is no longer a loch.... By David White This is a story I first read in a book by Fenton Wyness,…
The Red Etin His mother said she would make him a cake for his journey and sent him off with a bucket to fetch some water. He didn’t realise that there was a wee hole in this bucket, so by the time he got back home it was only half…
The Watershed Battle an epic battle ensued between these two great giants upon Rannoch Moor: the watershed of Central Scotland.... By David White Thousands of years ago, when all the great beasts of legend roamed the earth and much of Scotland was cloaked in untouched wilderness, there lived on Rannoch…
Tam O'Shanter She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum By David White & Robert Burns Tam O'Shanter is perhaps one of Burns' best known works. It is an epic depicting the tale of a drunken farmer, his unfortunate encounter with the mythical dark creatures…
Earl Beardie and Auld Nick One cold Saturday night, Earl Beardie was playing cards with a friend in Glamis Castle. Deep in the castle, sheltered from the storm outside, the whisky and the chatter flowed freely, and the pair gambled on into the night. By Rebecca Brown Alexander Lindsay, 4th…
The Witches of Pollok House Janet calmly proclaimed that the Lord’s illness was a dark spell laid upon him by witches. Her return to speech lending her some kind of alluring mysticism, she led servants from the manor to the house of Janet Mathie, the midwife of the nearby village…
The Nuckelavee The terrifying Nuckelavee wasn’t just hairless, but completely skinless as well. Tammas watched as the red-raw flesh writhed..... By Graeme Johncock There are plenty of dangerous creatures in Scottish folklore. But nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the horrible, the terrifying, the downright evil Nuckelavee.We should maybe…