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Bloody Bones is a bogeyman figure in English and North American folklore whose first written appearance is approximately 1548. As with all bogeymen the figure has been used to frighten children into proper deportment. The character is sometimes called Rawhead, Tommy Rawhead, or Rawhead-and-Bloody-Bones (with or without the hyphens).
Bloody Bones, also known as Rawhead or Tommy Rawhead, is a boogeyman of the American South. [55] Rawhead and Bloody Bones are sometimes regarded as two individual creatures or two separate parts of the same monster. One is a bare skull that bites its victims and its companion is a dancing headless skeleton. [56] Bloody Bones tales originated in ...
Another version claims that he is an evil spirit attracted by violence and carnage. The Bloody Bones popular in West Virginian folklore, however, is a creature that inhabits the space under the stairs of a home and eats disobedient or misbehaving children. [8] A tale of a child's encounter with Bloody Bones was recorded by Ninevah Jackson Willis.
The Bloody Mary, a viscous, vegetable- and vodka-filled garnished cocktail, often serves as a refuge for those hoping to subdue the ringing remnants of the prior eve’s overindulgences.
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Apparently based on the folk legend of the same name, Rawhead and Bloody Bones was a fey approximately ten feet tall with a bloody, pulsing head. A children's boggle, Bloody Bones was a true immortal and lived to punish guilty children. He was brought to the US by Magnus and Dorcas's ancestor, who used his blood to make a potion that increased ...
"Fee-fi-fo-fum" is the first line of a historical quatrain (or sometimes couplet) famous for its use in the classic English fairy tale "Jack and the Beanstalk".The poem, as given in Joseph Jacobs' 1890 rendition, is as follows: [1]
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold, Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones; Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled