Myths
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This is Tom The Art PortionTom is a Whisperer (Tom's not his real name) he is a monster that whispers things to other Monsters in Loren Blessing's story Beautiful Monsters (?) I don't remember, at a high frequency a whispers whisper, can turn into a loud screech that can kill you.
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Wendigo( the evil spirit that devours mankind) (www.ancient-origins.net ) Wendigo Psychosis: Is a psychological disorder which makes a person think he is a wendigo and causes him to crave human flesh even when he has access to regular food. As a culture-bound disorder, wendigo psychosis was mostly reported among people from the Algonquian tribes of North America. During the olden times, they were referred to a healer and if the healer couldn’t heal him they killed him (www.gods-and-monsters.com ) . Though there is no set date much like other myths, however people say the myths surfaced in the 17th century., known as Native american folklore the wendigo started with this myth A native american warrior sold his soul to the devil in exchange for skills and a high stature. His tribe found out and drove him away into the forest. In order to survive he ate human flesh. Which turned him into the Wendigo. (http://mythologian.net ) The Wendigo is said to have a frozen heart, once human the only way to set the person inside free is to either kill them or find a way to unfreeze their mortal heart. Their looks have changed throughout time, especially in the media, for example the book ‘Pet Cemetary’ has a endigo in it which symbolize’s greed from wanting something that was lost. In other forms of mythology it was once human that had their heart broken, myth changes overtime as we all know. ( http://mythologian.net ) The Skin-walker Many say that a skinwalker is a shaman who sold their soul to the devil to transform into any animal they desired it is a held belief by the Navajo. They stalk their prey and then attack. Many say they have mystical powers that of mind control and being able with eye contact to take a persons soul and control their body. Since the Skinwalker is a rather touchy subject and I was only able to get so very little… however I was able find a case that happened in 1987 a murder case. The Victim was Sarah Saganitso and in June of 1987 while she was working the night shift at Flagstaff Medical Center she was brutally killed by who or what is unknown but there are a few guesses, one was George Abney a former Professor at Arizona University the other was, well, a skinwalker as suggested by his attorney. The court thought it was a hoax and was sentenced to jail however a year later he was let out by none other than the Saganitso family., they truly believed he was innocent. Many believe he was explitiong the beliefs of the Navajo. One more thing they say those who talk about the Skinwalkers will be cursed to die by one’s hand. Ludlow Massacre April 20th, 1941, 25 deaths, 11 were kids, there was an attack on coal miners and their families that worked for Colorado fuel and Iron Company in Ludlow, Colorado. Many people say and evidence has clarified that it was a hit made by John D. Rockefeller an industrialist of the Colorado fuel and Iron Company. The United Mine Workers of America had 10,000 of the Ludlow, Colorado fuel and Iron Company. On September 13, 1913, protesting low pay and abysmal working conditions in the coalfields of Colorado, they were evicted from the company towns, by the operators of industrialist John D. Rockefeller’s Colorado Fuel and Coal Company. The strikers formed tent colonies, the largest of which housed to 1,200 strikers in Ludlow. Tension was high between the strikers who were armed and the hired company detectives. The Colorado National Guard, which had been deployed to reduce violence, favoured the operators by escorting strikebreakers to the mines and overlooking the violent actions of the detectives. Labour activist Mary (Mother) Jones, led a campaign so that she could bring National Attention to the strike. Sunday, April, 19, 1914, the National Guard encircled the Ludlow camp and deployed a machine gun on a bluff overlooking the strikers. Many people say it was because the Strikers refused to give someone up many people died as stated above and because of this there was quite an uproar against John D. Rockefeller however he was let go of any charges. His greed caused the death of many people. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Camping By: Loren Blessing and Monet Moreno “Do you really think this is a smart Idea?” Janine walked beside me, her ponytail bouncing behind her “Nope.” I moved the flashlight down to the ground making sure no one decided to trip “Good, I’d be scared if you did.” I rolled my eyes at her, “Look, you didn’t have to come.” I sighed, looking up at the night sky and then at the trees around us. “All I’m saying is you ruined a perfectly good Connor, look,” She pointed to our friend Connor who was a bit nervous going out this late at night “He’s got anxiety!” She shoved her arms in his direction “We’ll explore and then go back to the tents, this place has so many stories about it.” We continued, the sticks breaking beneath our feet, crickets chirped in the night. “Well?” I looked at Janine “Well what?” Connor shone his flashlight on our faces “Well, what have you heard about this place?” Connor kicked a stick that hit my legs “Well,” I stumbled a bit “Skinwalkers are a big thing around here with the natives and everything, but there’s also been sightings of other things. I’m out here to explore and get myself a skinwalker.” The forest came to a clearing “See, the old reserve for Skinwalkers.” I ran into the clearing, jumping the fence. “Nico!” Janine yelled at me from the fence. I smirked at them turning around and continued to walk backwards into the middle of the circle of rocks. The moon shone down on the circle, Connor hopping the fence after me. Janine was left in shock still at the other end of the reserve. “Come on Janine!”Connor called out as we stood in the middle of the circle. “Guys I think this is a bad idea!” “Of course it is, I was the one who thought it up!” I yelled back at her, cupping my hands around my mouth “You should always assume it’s a bad idea with Nico.” Connor did the same, I nudged him in the ribs. He laughed at me holding his side. Janine took a cautious step in to the grounds, walking toward us. We all looked at the sky from the circle, the stars glimmering. A howl came from the nearby mountain and Janine looked up at the top, startled. Connor tapped her on the shoulder that made her jump “Connor!” She yelped smacking Connor’s hand away from her. I laugh and look back at the mountain peak to see a small figure moving across the flat of the land. I looked back at my two friends who were laughing at each other. Another howl came from the mountains, louder this time. We all turned to look at the source and turned to walk home. Janine and Connor both turn and go to follow me. We walked through the forest, the sticks cracking beneath our feet. “Hey guys….?” Janine tugged on my sleeve. I turned around “remember when I said about the wolf that always followed us at camp.” She was frozen in fear, something I’ve never seen. I turn around to glowing eyes, the flashlight beam reflecting off them. The wolf shimmered in both moonlight and what looked like dust around it. The thing growled, Connor hit my arm repeatedly “Run!” We didn’t argue. We ran through the forest, trees passing our faces, narrowly avoiding rocks. “Turn here!” Janine pulled me forward “Connor?” We look back, he tripped, now cornered by the wolf. Janine tried to rush after him, but it was too late. The wolf sunk its teeth into connors leg, a piercing scream, awoken the night. Janine grabbed a stick and began to try to bash its head. I made a decision, either stupid, brave, or stupidly brave. I slung Connors arm around my neck and helped him up. Janine stayed at a distance, distracting it. “Go!” She yelled at me, I didn’t want to leave her especially after just saving Connor. I clenched my jaw and left without another word. Faint sounds, harsh breaths. The sun was beginning to appear, a faint dawn. I knew where camp was. “The lore.” Connor grunted “the stories they told us at camp, the safe grounds.” I tried to remember, to be honest I slept through half of those, I wish I had taken notes. “Nico!” Janine came running in from the right, panting and motioning to follow her, I didn’t have to think on my feet anymore. She pushed branches back and the camp was close in sight, a howl erupted from behind us. We pushed forward, not looking back. The paws, the sounds getting closer. Connor tripped, only a few minutes away. The bite wasn’t looking so good. The paws getting close, but, connor. I felt his forehead, he seemed fine, after all we did push him this far. Paws only a bit away, confused steps, trying to find us. Connor slapped my arm when I tried to pick him up again. He sat against a tree and made himself comfortable. “Connor, come on.” Janine ushered trying to get us to follow. That thing was going to get him, we needed to move. “Connor, Connor, come on w-we need to go.” Words came out rushed and broken up. “Nah,” He sighs, I’ve made it this far.” Janine didn’t take that as an answer “No, you’re coming with us before it gets here.” Connor chuckled “we have a bit to go and this is burning, feels like a branding tool.” Connor laughed a bit again “ I guess that’s a bit of an ironic choice of words.” He sat “You two go, maybe you can stop it before it reaches me, you’re wasting time.” Janine hated being wrong, being told what to do, and hated having someone be more reasonable than her. She sighed, a new fire in her eyes. I kneeled to Connor, “We’ll get you back buddy.” Connor gave me a weak smile, knowing I was unsure about it. I stood to hear the paws getting close again, closer and closer. “If you don’t get me back, I’ve just bought you some time.” I knew I was upset, but nothing sunk in yet, I was still just running on adrenaline. I knew when we got back I was going to be a mess. Janine grabbed my sleeve and began running into the trees again, the faint sunlight drifting across the trees, golden leaves. We were only a bit farther away, when the screams were heard. Janine’s face had tears cascading down her face, biting her lip, trying to keep it together. We jogged, trying to take it all in. Connor couldn’t be gone, it was just a camping trip, just a small walk to explore, no way my best friend could be gone. The sunlight crept over the mountian |
English "The Camping Trip" was originally gonna a be a creation by just Loren but I decided to edit it just in case, so that happened, the English Portion required research on Skin walkers so I helped with that.
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Social Studies working on the history of The Ludlow Massacre to connect to the Wendigo because the Wendigo carries the sin of greed and so did John D. Rockefeller.
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