The Buried Moon, dedicated to Grey and Rieland Esel.

Hello, this is Jana.

And I'm here with a creepy ancient story from a part of England called East Anglia.

The land is flat, cold and windy, but a fantastic place to grow crops. And now there are many large farms there.

In the old days it was very watery and boggy.

These flatlands are known as the Fens.

And there are many scary stories from that part of England.

Listen on if you dare.

Long ago when the Fens went on if you dare.

Long ago in the fens were nothing but bogs and waterholes, they were teeming with supernatural creatures known as the things. You had to be brave indeed to cross the fens at night.

As your feet squelched through the mud, you might

meet an evil spirit like a scarecrow with bony hands and feet. This apparition would almost

certainly be a boggart. Or perhaps you might spot a haunted light, dancing through the night.

That would likely be a willow the Whisp. Suppose neither the Boggart nor the Willow the Whisp were scary enough for you.

In that case you might try listening to the voices of dead folk, moaning and crying.

Or watch witches riding around on broomsticks that turned into snakes.

The local folk were frightened of the things. In fact, everyone went about with a charm to keep them safe.

A shiny mirror to reflect away evil spirits, a block of wood

with Bible verses carved into it, or a smooth stone with a hole in its centre.

And they all shook with fright when they told a tale of how they met with one of the things.

If anyone absolutely had to travel about at night, they took great comfort from the moon.

When the moon was bright, she shone down on the bog-poles

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