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The Dog Itself
A black dog is the name given to a being found primarily in the folklores of the British Isle,often said to be associated with the Devil or a Hellhound. Its appearance was regarded as a portent of death. It is generally supposed to be larger than a normal dog, and often has large, glowing eyes. It is often associated with electrical storms (such as Black Shuck's appearance at Bungay, Suffolk), and also with crossroads, places of execution and ancient pathways. Throughout European mythology, dogs have been associated with death. Examples of this are the Garmr and Cerberus, who were in some way guardians of the underworld.
Where They're Found
Black dogs are almost universally regarded as malevolent, and a few (such as the Barghest) are said to be directly harmful. Some, however, like the Gurt Dog in Somerset and the Black Dog of the Hanging Hills in Connecticut, are said to behave benevolently. Black Dogs have been reported from almost all the counties of England, the exceptions being Middlesex and Rutland. They’ve also been seen in Scotland, Channel Islands and the Isle of Man, Wales, Cornwall, Ireland, Germany, Belgium, and several North and South American Countries.
In appearance the phantoms vary from region to region, but it is not uncommon for them to be described as calf sized, with saucer eyes and a shaggy coat. Phantom dogs are not always black however, the one that is supposed to haunt the area around Cawthorpe and Haugham in Lincolnshire, is described as white, but still has saucer eyes and is as big as calf. The Cu Sith, the traditional fairy dog of Scotland is dark green in colour, with a shaggy tail up its back. Black dogs are more often than not associated with a specific location such as an old trackway or lane, this is sometimes reflected in the name of the routeway, although not every 'Black Dog Lane' has a tradition of the haunting.
Folklore
Black dogs are also seen as guardians of treasure, especially in Scotland. A black dog was said to guard treasure buried under a standing stone near Murthley in Perthshire, here we have an account of a black dog at an ancient site and as a guardian of treasure. Another belief is that there are ghostly black dogs, the size of large retrievers, about the fields at night, that these dogs are generally near gates and stiles, and are of such a forbidding aspect that no one dare venture to pass them, and that it means death to shout at them.
Different Names for the Dog
Bogey Beast (Lancashire)
Bargheust (Yorkshire and the North)
Black Shuck (East Anglia)
Capelthwaite (Westmorland, Cumbria)
Cu Sith (Highlands, Dark Green)
Gallytrot (Suffolk)
Guytrash
Gurt Dog (Somerset)
Hairy Jack (Lincolnshire)
Mauthe Doog (Scotland)
Old Shock, Black Shuck (Suffolk)
Padfoot (Yorkshire)
Pooka (Ireland)
Skriker (Lancashire, Yorkshire)
Huay Chivo and Huay Pek (Mexico)
Uay/Way/Waay Chivo/Pek, Cadejo (Central America)
Lobizon (Paraguay and Argentina)
Sightings
In Thornton, near Bradford, Jim Craven Well was the haunt of the ghost of 'Peggy wi't Lantern' and 'Bloody Tongue', a great dog with red eyes and a huge tail. The well is now gone.
Meon Hill has both a phantom black dog and a ghostly pack of white hounds. The death of George Walton in very curious circumstances on 14th February 1945 was accompanied by a black dog being hung in a nearby tree. Walton had seen a black dog on nine occasions - the last time it changed into a headless black woman. His sister died shortly after. Although strongly contested, Walton's death has many overtones of the ritual sacrifice of a 'cunning man'.
During the Second World War at Brook House, Snitterfield (which used to be the Bell Brook Inn) a big black dog was seen. It ran over the tilled earth of the garden without leaving footprints.
Very old people of Warwick used to say that the castle was haunted by a black dog. The tale has the hallmarks of a time-encrusted tall story. The local version claims it all started when an old retainer there, a woman called Moll Bloxham, sold milk and butter from the castle stores for her personal gain. One Christmas she overdid this, and the then Earl of Warwick, getting wind of it, stopped her source of supply. Furiously angry, she vowed she would 'get them haunted'. She apparently succeeded and returned in the form of a big black dog. In due course the clergy were called in to exorcise the ghost with bell, book and candle, but for a time they were entirely unsuccessful. Then one day, so it was said, a huge black dog sprang from Caesar's Tower into the river below, and so ended the ghost story.
At Alveston, Charles Walton, a ploughboy, met a phantom black dog on his way home on nine successive evenings. On the final occasion a headless lady in a silk gown rushed past him, and the following day he heard of his sister's death.
A black dog has been said to haunt the Newgate Prison for over 400 years, appearing before executions. According to legend, in 1596, a scholar was sent to the prison for witchcraft, but was killed and eaten by starving prisoners before he was given a trial. The dog was said to appear soon after, and although the terrified men killed their guards and escaped, the beast is said to have haunted them wherever they fled.
A black dog is said to haunt Ivelet Bridge near Ivelet in Swaledale, Yorkshire. The dog is allegedly headless, and leaps over the side of the bridge and into the water, although it can be heard barking at night. It is considered a death omen, and reports claim that anybody who has seen it died within a year. The last sighting was around a hundred years ago.
On Dartmoor, the notorious squire Cabell was said to have been a huntsman who sold his soul to the Devil. When he died in 1677, black hounds are said to have appeared around his burial chamber. The ghostly huntsman is said to ride with black dogs; this tale inspired Arthur Conan Doyle to write his well-known story The Hound of the Baskervilles.
The Cù Sìth (Scottish Gaelic pronunciation: kuː ʃiː) is an enormous, otherworldly hound, said to haunt the Scottish Highlands. Roughly the size of a cow or large calf, the Cù Sìth was feared as a harbinger of death and would appear to bear away the soul of a person to the afterlife (similar to the manner of the Grim Reaper). Supernatural dogs in the legends are usually completely black, or white with red ears. The Cù Sìth's coloration is therefore highly unusual because of its light green color, although it may be derived from the green color often worn by Celtic fairies.
What to Do
There is little in the way of what to do if one sees a black dog, as generally nothing really can be done. By the time you’ve seen one, it’s supposedly already too late. Ways of warding off Black Dogs are also vague and nondescript. In Christian countries, simply wearing a cross or the picture of a saint is enough to keep the dog at bay. Other superstitions including carrying a coffin nail, sprinkling fresh water on the ground behind you as you walk, or having a pair of scissors (preferably iron) on your person. Also, avoid crossroads, moving bodies of water (like rivers and streams), and stay away from woods or long stretches of field.
Black Dogs
A black dog is the name given to a being found primarily in the folklores of the British Isle, often said to be associated with the Devil or a Hellhound. Its appearance was regarded as a portent of death. It is generally supposed to be larger than a normal dog, and often has large, glowing eyes. It is often associated with electrical storms (such as Black Shuck's appearance at Bungay, Suffolk), and also with crossroads, places of execution and ancient pathways. Throughout European mythology, dogs have been associated with death. Examples of this are the Garmr and Cerberus, who were in some way guardians of the underworld.
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NakoSunao
@arnarkusaga do succubus, la llorona and Dick Cheney next!
EckyJimBrown
This is awesome.
disruptedvice
Guytrash.
Seba2298
You should totally explore Guarani mithology
Armored0Titan0
TIL Sammy Winchester is on Imgur.
SaladFish
It would appear you missed the moddey dhoo of Peel Castle, Isle of Man http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moddey_Dhoo
TrystanTyrsson
I have a black lab. Nearly shit the bed last night when she jumped up with me. Gotta stop late night Imgur...
ArcaneConjecture
Winston Churchill was believed to have suffered from depression. He called his bad moods, "my Black Dog".
IllogicalPine
Little correction: Its not Pooka, its a púca
beleghilien
some of these dogs are not black.
CenturionDias
For more Celtic stuff, Kelpies are a cool legend.
DRAMATICRUST
My dad someone's tells a story that when he was young he was chased by three of these things, after he wad coming home from gambling.
DRAMATICRUST
Mom was mad at him so she didn't open the door immediately, till she heard barking and went to the window and saw them barking at him.
doctorwatt
Well done . I see a lot of effort A-
arnarkusaga
I understand the minus. I forgot to add the sauce. Has been corrected.
doctorwatt
and for that i will pgrade your A- to an A next time add some quotes and an A+ IS ALL YOURS
ArsTorok
As a dragon: Can't wait for the dragon post!
ImTheOneWhoTookYourRug
A few weeks before my dad passed away, he was walking on a beach. He encountered a man with a black dog who consistently kept standing up
ImTheOneWhoTookYourRug
And putting his paws on my dad's chest. The stranger apologized and said he never does that and tried to pull his dog away.
Xerubay
I like to think Sirius Black chose his animagi form specifically to freak people out. I can just see him followin Divination students around
LegolasGreenleafofMirkwood
And his dog form was called Padfoot right? Like the Yorkshire translation of the Black Dog? :O
Xerubay
I noticed that too! :D
Nottheeviltwin
I want to believe that you are a high school librarian in charge of training a teenage vampire slayer. Awesome posts.
VaultDweller
No, he is simply a man of letters.
arnarkusaga
SHHH! You'll break my cover!
IAmCatSidhe
I did not know about black dogs. I know about mythical cat lore.
arnarkusaga
Oooooh... cats. I hadn't thought of that. I'll add it to the list.
IAmCatSidhe
Cat Sidhe/Cait Sith/Cat Sith
peridotite
When I was a kid I used to have a recurring dream about a black dog chasing me. Really scary dreams. Makes me wonder what was up...
Xerubay
Did anyone in your family die afterward? If not, maybe you just dreamed of cheating death?
peridotite
No one in my family ever died, but in the dreams I would always be standing in the middle of the street at a random place in my hometown.
peridotite
I would think to myself that I needed to get home or else my parents would get mad at me. I would start walking home and something would
peridotite
make me look over my shoulder and I would see the black dog running at me. Usually far away like 3 or 4 blocks. In retrospect it didnt look
peridotite
alot like a dog. It looked like a black cloud that kind of looked like some kind of animal, but ever since I was about 5 and had the dreams
medicalmemespls
Bradfordian
Made an account just for this post... I'f from Bradford, not far from Thornton... Never herd of 'Skriker' 'Padfoot' or 'Jim Craven Well' 1/?
Bradfordian
But I've read something of the lines of 'Bloody tongue' a black dog with glowing eyes that haunts the old quarries at night...
CitizenRekt
Excellent work as always! I need to make you another list of supernatural creatures if you crack through my suggestions so quickly!
mordicant
TIL to always carry a t-bone steak in my pocket.
Bricklemeyer
Really this is just good advice.
themintycrab
Holidaying in Wexford, Ireland many years ago, my father and I were out for an evening walk along the shore when dark storm clouds (1)
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shitty wee old Sony Ericsson, a fairly large dog padded up to us from behind. Although it looked like an Irish setter, it was a fair (6)
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it in the darkness. After following it through the windy country lanes, we started to see the orange glow of the town in the distance. (12)
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As it turned out, the dog was leading us back towards Enniscrone, which is much nicer than the afterworld. (13)
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Yeah, as it turns out, that was our Sligo trip, not the Wexford one, hence the beach being on the Atlantic side of Ireland.
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him for a bit, as I wasn't particularly keen on being left alone in the darkness with the large, eerie dog. When I turned around to see (16)
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My dad, eager to get back and let my mum know that we were okay, picked up the pace once we could see the townhouses. I walked behind (15)
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its eyes glowed a bright yellow. It stared at me, straight in the eye, for another moment, before it stood and padded off (19)
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Anyway, as the dog got within streetlight glow, it stopped to wait for us, looking back for the first time since it started walking. (14)
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So, we set off down the path after it, keeping a couple of metres behind it, or about as far as we could keep behind it without losing (11)
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stared made us hold our ground. After a moment of unnerving eye-contact with the dog, it began to walk past us and on up the left of the (9)
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two paths. My dad decided that we should follow it to see if it lead us back to a farmer's house, where we could ask for directions. (10)
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rolled in off of the Atlantic, and the sun set rather too quickly for us. With barely any light to see by, and with no idea how to get (2)
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bit bigger than normal, and black from nose to tail, as opposed to the normal ginger-ey coat. My dad and I love dogs, and our natural (7)
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into town. After having walked for about 50 metres or so, we came to a fork in the path. Having had no idea where we had come off of the (4)
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back into the darkness of the country lane. (20)
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back to the holiday home that we had rented, we wondered along the beach until we found a path amid the fields which might lead us back (3)
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So, we set off down the path after it, keeping a couple of metres behind it, or about as far as we could keep behind it without losing (11)
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reaction would be to approach it and see if it was friendly enough to pet, but something about the way it stopped just short of us and (8)
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beach, due to having scrambled around in the darkness, we had no idea which way we should head. As my dad tried to call my mum on his (5)
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if the dog had followed us any further, it was still seated on the path, eyes still locked on us. As it was now facing into the light (17)
angrybeards
I am a true believer of The Black Dog. when I was 9 or 10. I witnessed one on a walk on the moors at Dartmoor. It was in the early morning..
angrybeards
And other sites with kind of druidic vibes to them, I was fascinated by them as a kid and loved exploring them, my parents encouraged it 3/?
angrybeards
5/? Us, it had eyes that were red, like charcoal cinders, not bright, but glowing fiercely, I was frozen in place, terrified and transfixed
angrybeards
7/7 She told me the story of the black dog she saw as little girl growing up near Shotley Bridge, exact same experience.
angrybeards
6/? I tried pointing it to my dad, he saw the shape too, but couldn't make sense of it. I later related the story to my english grandmother
angrybeards
My dad and I would go out and walk the moors after the fog burned off, you could walk in any direction and run into stone circles, liths 2/?
angrybeards
4/? We were at one (kind of half) circle, and I see this shape on nearby a ridge overlooking it, there was a huge black shaggy mass watching
angrybeards
Just relating the story makes me burn and shudder a little bit and it was damn near 25 years ago.
EchoOfSnac
My earliest memory is an impossible one. When I was around four I once I levitated to a loft I had in my bedroom in the dead of night.
disruptedvice
Did anything bad happen after you saw it?
angrybeards
Nothing truly terrible. I am seem to have impeccably bad luck though.
angrybeards
Gah! 'I am seem'? Do not drink and imgur..
VaultDweller
I know how you feel. I've had experiences with both skin walkers and witchcraft. Always leaves me looking over my shoulder.
ProcrastinateurParExcellence
I've had a couple minor "inexplicables," but nothing like that. Mind relating? I love a good story, no matter how tall it may be.
VaultDweller
They are both long stories. The witchcraft one happened when I was around six years old. In the hills outside of Boise. (1)
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(7) suddenly I see this crack of light in front of me and I just run for it. It is extremely bright and then I'm outside.
VaultDweller
(10) It was a small cave packed with a satanic ritual. Dead animals all over it. A goats head on a stick and a pentagram among other symbols
VaultDweller
(2) I was hiking with my family and I got a little ways away from them. Playing on some rock formations, when I see this little cave.
VaultDweller
(11) I should have seen everything but instead I only saw darkness and was much deeper in than possible.
VaultDweller
(12) My dad said I was just standing there and then after he yelled I ran at the wall and was out on the other side. He couldn't explain it.
VaultDweller
(5) He's outside the cave calling for me. I look back and it seems like I've gone in a deep tunnel and I'm looking back.
VaultDweller
(9) He puts me in the car then him and my older brother go back there. They come back a little while later and say we need to get the cops.
VaultDweller
(4) thinking I had to wait for my eyes to adjust I stayed still and tried to look around. After a little while and no change I hear my dad.
VaultDweller
(6) Suddenly he starts yelling at me that I have to get out of there. I don't really know what to do, I don't want to go up that tunnel.
VaultDweller
(8) My dad runs around the rocks, grabs me up and starts running for the car. I look back and there is only a tiny crack in the rocks.
VaultDweller
(3) I of course decide to check it out. I run in and it's strange because even though it was a small cave it was pitch black in there.
disruptedvice
I definitely want to hear this story, if you don't mind telling it.
VaultDweller
The skin walker story is much more recent. A year ago me and my brother had traveled to Mcall to help a friend move. (1)
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(2) We were driving back late and there are several passes that are awful to drive through. Especially in the dark.
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(4) We both have a bad feeling about this. As we get closer it looks like it's a skinned bear. My brothers eyes bug out and we fly past.
VaultDweller
(5) I look back and it suddenly stands up like a person and stares at us as we go around a bend. We drove as fast as we could home.
VaultDweller
(3) We come around a bend and ahead I see something on the side of the road. It's just our car that anywhere around there. So we are alone.