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A Cautionary Tale

Introduction
I found this image on Fairy Sightings & Encounters here, and this has a tale of a Glastig, mine is based on the picture:
The Glaistig is an ambivalent ghost that appears in legend as both a malicious and benign creature. Some stories have her luring men to her lair via either song or dance, where she would then drink their blood. Other tales have her casting stones in the path of travellers or throwing them off course.
This is taken from the Wikipedia article here:
The music is "The Glaistig2 by Red69
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He had been warned, but he was a big man and nothing scared him. Across the blasted heath was his destination, to take what he believed were his dues from the villagers there, but everyone in the Inn warned him not to go, as the Glaistig had been heard, and would surely see him as prey.
He set off in the twilight and was soon on the path, seeing the standing stone halfway across the heath. His plan was to aim for that, and then head for the village across the heath.
Something hit him, a stone or rock, but it didn't scare him. What worried him was that the standing stone, which had been directly in front of him, was now to his left. He changed direction, and he heard singing. He looked again, and the standing stone was to his right, and sitting on top was a beautiful girl.
He was entranced and fell into a dream, walking towards the stone.
The girl was a Glaistig, and when she came to him, he saw she had goat's legs, and her beauty was an illusion.
She opened her mouth filled with bloodied, sharp teeth, and she sank them into his neck, and soon his life was gone, and the Glaistig feasted.
The Glaistig left and returned to its lair.
The next day, a search party went out and found his body stripped of all flesh and clothing.
They knew what had happened.
He would not listen to them.


Comments (3)
Lol, he should have listened to them. Loved this!
Good job and I never heard of this ghost before even in learning mythology in various courses. Curiosity killed the cat in this case.
The glastig sounds like my kind of fae creature.