Of Things Wraithlike and Most Uncanny: Lowlands-L’s Crypt
Of Things Wraithlike and Most Uncanny: Lowlands-L’s Crypt

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Introduction

My Scariest Halloween
The Bloody X-Ray Job
The Ferranti Spectre
That Damned House
The Blackout Ghost
The Neep Lantern
The House of Scott
The Lonely Spinner
Old Bond Store Ghost
Sitting There
Rattling Buckets
An Bhean Amach
Nine Fragments
Samhain Moon
Nsansabonsam
The Eerie House
Kinderspiel
He Woke
Moaning on the Moor
Dat klaagt in’t moor
De reus van Börk
Grote Harold van Börk
Nachtmerrie
Nightmare
Alptraum
Pesadilla
Pesadelo

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“The Lonely Spinner” Remembered

by Thomas Mc Rae

Way back in the early 1950s on BBC’s Scottish Radio Service they’d have a special Halloween feature each year. That’s where the original “Neep Lantern” was read as was something like the following.

(In the Scots Language)
Please place the cursor on shaded words to see their English meaning.


The Lonely Spinner

A
 wummun in her chamber sat wi’ spinnin’ wheel afore her knee,

Oan ’er ain beraift wiz she. An’ ay she watched an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

Och, ay, she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in stomped a pair o’ braid, braid feet an’ set thairsels afore her ee.

An’ ay she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in roll’t a pair o’ lang, lang laigs an set thairsels oan thae braid, braid feet.

An’ ay she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in boonced a muckle braid bawdie an’ set itsel’ oan thae lang, lang laigs.

An’ ay she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in roll’t a muckle hairy heid an set itsel’ oan that braid bawdee.

An’ ay she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in roll’t twa muckle een an’ pit thairsels in the muckle heid.

An’ ay she watched, an’ ay she reel’t, an’ ay she wish’t fur companee.

An’ in thair creep’t a lang, lang tongue and wiggl’t itsel’ in the mooth o’ the heid.

The wumman at this moanstur stair’t, sez she, “Whoat cum Ye here tae do?”

The moanstur sed, “Ah’ve cum fur ...

...YOU!”

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