Folklore, what does it mean to you?
Very often people allow their minds to be carried away by implausible or downright foolish ideas.
Ghost-hunters the TV show springs to mind. The ridiculousness of that show, or rather shown in that show, can only be rivalled by Ridiculousness. The clip show. Though some may be familiar with the story of the alligators in the sewers, these are not urban myths I present, but rather strange ones.
Often these play tricks on people’s minds, toying with their fears.
These are not conspiracies.
Punk pubes? Kidney Harvesting?
Allow me to disturb your peaceful sense by sharing these apocryphal stories.
On the verge of plausibility perhaps, often starting with a distorted version of the truth, they are entwined quite literally with horror humor, and a fair bit of embellishment.
For what good tale does not deserve a small amount of embellishment?
Sometimes, a wonderful mix of all.
Picture the scene, you have your vacation photographs developed, you are casually browsing through your carefully selected shots of local sights, afternoons on the beach and suddenly something truly sordid appears.
Let’s get back to where this started, imagine if you will kiddies, an age before digital cameras. Yes, no phone cameras either. Shocking. Well, an English family who were accustomed to taking annual holidays, decided that for this holiday, they would caravan in Spain.
Upon arriving in Spain, they find nearly all the campsites full given the time of year and are hard-pressed given the length of the journey they have just undertook.
Not ones to give up, they continue searching until hey!
A free spot further inland, excellent news.
Halfway through the first night they were awoken by the unmistakable roar of motorcycles. The following hours were marred by incessant chatter loud music and general hooliganisms. Not to mention intermittent bursts of incredibly loud laughter.
The family left the caravan in the morning to discover that they had in fact been descended upon by a group of Hells Angels.
A biker gang notorious for being dumbasses.
Over the course of the following week the family had become bait to the biker gang. Culminating in an incident that occurred one afternoon upon the families return to their campsite, they were greeted with the sight of a few bikers scurrying from their caravan. Obviously perturbed by this event the family goes in to check on their belongings but to their surprise, nothing is misplaced or more importantly, stolen.
Their daughter had left a camera in plain sight and it too was not stolen.
Curiously enough after that incident the bikers seemed to leave them alone.
This is not without reason however. As the family would soon find out when they developed their photographs. Remember the photographs at the beginning?
Well, turns out that along with some choice shots of the family enjoying their holiday, were a few pictures with the bikers in different poses, showing lololol themselves with the families toothbrushes wedged inside their asses.
Don’t worry, not all bikers are like that.
Just Harley Davidson Riders.
THE NECROMANCER 