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Did I scare ya? As I am in the Halloween spirit, and it is soon to be October, let's gather 'round the virtual campfire, my friends, and I shall share some spine-tingling tales from the mysterious lands of Garindina. Prepare yourselves for ghostly apparitions, ancient curses, and things that go bump in the night. There will be ghouls, witchcraft and even some demons. So, grab your flashlight, check under the bed, and join me as we explore the folklore of Garindina.

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The White Lady of the Black Hills

Gather around, dear listeners, and I shall tell a tale of Bela Vedma, The White Lady of the Black Hills. Lean in closer, for this tale begins long before you were born. Stay together and don’t go off the path when traveling, or you might get taken by Bela Vedma.

On a frostbitten night, when the wurld was blanketed in snow and ice, a young traveler by the name of Nikita found himself deep within the heart of the Black Hills. The air was frigid, and the moon cast an eerie glow upon the landscape as Nikita trudged through the snow-covered hills, his breath forming misty clouds in the bitter cold. He had been roaming aimlessly since he ran away from home, he was cold and hungry. His stomach growled so loudly that it could scare the birds away.

And that's when he saw her, standing up top the hill, her presence ethereal and captivating. Bela Vedma, her radiant beauty making even the moon jealous, beckoned Nikita with a hauntingly sweet melody that seemed to dance through the frigid air. Her white fur coat and hair shone like silver. Her voice was like a siren's call, impossible for him to resist, and so, like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed her, deeper into the heart of the Black Hills, unaware of the fate that awaited him.

As they reached the top of the hill, she stopped, Nikita slowly walk out to her, drawn in by her irresistible beauty. She then took notice of Nikita and turned towards him. In a soft, melodic voice, she asked: “Oh, what are you doing here, young man? It's cold outside, shouldn't you be with your mother?”

Nikita, overwhelmed by her beauty and the enchanting sound of her voice, was left almost speechless. He stammered, “You… are beautiful,” a simple and sincere response to the allure of the White Lady.

He had fallen for her trap, Bela Vedma smiled as she responded. “You appear to be lost and weary. Would you care to accompany me to a place where you can rest?”

Nikita, enchanted by Bela Vedma's beauty and lured by her melodious voice, was only able it nod his head. Bela Vedma had him under her spell, he no longer had his own will.

Bela Vedma extended a slender, almost ethereal hand toward him. Nikita had no control over his own body anymore. He grabbed her hand and followed her to her home.

As they got further from the path, the ground felt more like quick sand. As they came over the top of a small hill, Nikita saw a small, eerie looking stone cabin. Nikita’s vision blurred.

As Nikita's vision blurred and his sense of reality wavered, Bela Vedma's eerie laughter echoed through the cabin like a haunting melody. It was a sound that sent shivers down his spine, but he was powerless to resist.

Bela Vedma approached Nikita, her fingers like icicles as she gently stroked his forehead. Her touch sent a chill through his entire body, and he felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment. She guided him to a small, rickety bed in the corner of the dimly lit room.

“Rest now, dear Nikita,” she whispered, her voice both soothing and sinister. “Close your eyes, for in your dreams, you will find solace.”

Nikita, under her spell, lay down on the bed, his eyelids heavy and his mind clouded. As he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

As Nikita lay in his restless slumber, the room seemed to pulsate with malevolent energy. Unbeknownst to him, Bela Vedma's true form had been revealed – a hunched and withered old woman with a long, crooked nose and eyes that flickered like hellfire.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Bela Vedma approached the bed where Nikita lay. Her hands, gnarled and bony, reached out towards him. She whispered incantations that resonated with dark power, her voice a haunting melody that seemed to blend with the very essence of the room.

Bela Vedma's long, sharp nails grazed Nikita's skin, and he shuddered in his sleep, sensing the malevolence that surrounded him. With a final, chilling smile, Bela Vedma leaned closer, her lips parting to reveal rows of unnaturally sharp teeth.

The rest of the events unfolded in eerie silence, hidden from the wurld, within the confines of the stone cabin in the hills. Nikita, trapped in a realm of nightmares, was powerless to resist as Bela Vedma fulfilled her dark purpose.

The narrator leans in, the words spoken in a hushed tone:

“She devoured him.”

Consuming him and using his remains for her forbidden magic.

And so, the story of Bela Vedma, the White Lady of the Black Hills concludes. Nearly all who see her are never to be seen again. So next time you're off in the Black Hills, make sure to leave by night fall, or Bela Vedma might use you in her dark spells.

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The Legend of the Smertnyiy Leshy, The Guardian of the Smertnyiy Forest

Welcome back, dear friends. Tonight’s story will bring us close to home, the Smertnyiy Forest. A place where the trees stand tall, and the whispers of leaves tell ancient tales.

Deep in the forest, the tiny village of Lesnoy Prud sits, its thatched cottages nestled beneath the canopy of ancient trees. The villagers of Lesnoy Prud have always lived in harmony with the forest, respecting its boundaries and the guardian who dwells within—the Smertnyiy Leshy.

The Smertnyiy Leshy, unlike the guardians of other forests, was known to be the most formidable and enigmatic of them all. His name sent shivers down the spines of the villagers, a name uttered in hushed tones around hearth fires.

For centuries, the people of Lesnoy Prud had passed down stories of the Leshy's power and capricious nature. Tales of those who dared to venture too deep into the Smertnyiy Forest and never returned served as grim reminders of the consequences of disrespecting the guardian's domain.

But as generations passed, some villagers became complacent. They questioned the need for such offerings and whispered doubts about the Leshy's power. It was these doubts that would lead to a test of faith.

One day, three curious children ventured deep into the forest. Their names were Lyuba, Ivan, and Katya. They scoffed at the old stories, “Ha, there is no Leshy in these woods!” They remarked. They soon found themselves lost, The laughter that had once echoed among the trees was replaced by fearful whispers.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and the forest seemed to come alive in the twilight. Trees shifted and pathways twisted, as if the very woods were conspiring against the intruders. The children realized with mounting dread that they had crossed into the heart of the Smertnyiy Leshy's territory.

Back in Lesnoy Prud, villagers grew anxious as night fell. They knew the Smertnyiy Leshy's wrath. With heartfelt offerings, they sought forgiveness. “Bring the children back home.” They pleaded.

The Smertnyiy Leshy appeared, a tall being, with bark like skin and eyes like smoldering embers. He accepted their tribute but decreed a lesson. Lyuba, Ivan, and Katya became trees, their eyes etched with fear forever. The Leshy's message was clear: disrespect the forest, become a part of it.

The villagers, humbled and wiser, upheld their traditions. The Smertnyiy Leshy watched, a reminder of the enduring bond between humanity and the forest, where guardians could be both benevolent and stern, depending on respect.

And so, the legend of the Smertnyiy Leshy lived on, a testament to the forest's ancient wisdom and its guardian's timeless presence.

This story was one of the tamer ones about the Smertnyiy Leshy, don’t be deceived. This Leshy is dangerous, there have been times when he would kill.

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