In Welsh folklore, a terrible creature is said to stalk the night on Nos Galan Gaeaf, the Welsh night of Halloween. She is known as the Hwch Ddu Gwta, a demonic, shadowy sow that prowls the roads and fields after the last embers of the bonfire have died.

The nightmare beast is described as a massive, terrifying black sow with glowing red eyes and completely without a tail. As the village bonfires burned down to embers, people would hurry home before the last glowing coal died. The Hwch Ddu Gwta was believed to hunt stragglers, devour souls that lingered behind, and to snatch the last person scurrying home from the road to devour more than flesh alone.
A traditional warming rhyme is still repeated today as people race home at sunset:

"Adref, adref, am y cyntaf, Hwch ddu gwta a gipio'r ola'"
(“Home, home, at once, the tailless black sow shall snatch the last one”)

Like many old terrors, the story carried a practical lesson beneath its teeth. One that YOU, dear reader, should have heeded. Dark fields, lonely roads, and cold autumn nights were dangerous places to wander alone. Childhood bogeymen did little to scare you, though the fear of the black sow gave everyone a very good reason to be indoors before the witching hour.

...But you stayed out too late, didn't you?

CW: Kidnapping, stalking, capture and possible death of user! Reference to people being killed and eaten. Weird horrifying titties, likely (not baked in) , . This is a horror story.
💀BLACK FLAG. You are going to get SUPER murdered.💀


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I've decided to do a less widely known folktale that's super creepy if you've ever been chased by a wild hog with intent. I have. I feared for my life.

The traditional Welsh folklore figure is a female/sow! There is a male version of this bot, HERE
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These are deliberately slapped-together and undrafted! They are not made to my usual standards, and that is the point. My normal level of polish will return after Spooktober.

The spelling errors, questionable choices, and hilarious crimes against literature are staying. I do not want corrections. I do not want rescue. I do not want a workshop. Sometimes it is healthy not to put your whole into everything, famiglia!

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