Before we go down what could be seen as an addition to my ghost post a while back on my own blog, let me introduce myself. I’m Jessica, Miss Jessica in case any of you know me from the BDSM community, and like most writers I’ve been writing since ever. Numerous short stories and novel and a half later, my novella is now cycling through beta readers before I hopefully move onto publication.
Essentially, I am tired of seeing the same old supernatural creatures all the time. And I do mean all the time. Stand out from the crowd of overdone werewolves, worn to the bone vampires, tired shapeshifters and done-a-million-times Western dragons! I’ll give you a taste of variety, but you’ll have to do research on your own okay? Deal? Here we go.
One of my favorites, the bildad (or billdad, spelling varies) was first spoken of by American lumberjacks in the early 19th century. It basically doesn’t bother anyone, and spends its days jumping half the length of a football field around the forest, eating by waiting by the edge of a pond or river. When a fish gets close enough it leaps up and comes down with its tail hard enough to smack the fish into unconsciousness or death, and then eats it. It’s a cute little thing.
Over in Ghana these guys dwell in people’s homes to cause trouble not just for the family in terms of misplaced or broken things, but in their community that may suddenly become afflicted with disease or bad luck. Abonsams abhor noise, and so once a year each village falls completely silent for four weeks; when this is happening other still-speaking tribes and villages don’t go there for fear of disrupting the ceremony. With all the abonsams in the area attracted to the wonderfully long silence the village erupts in a torrent of drums, chanting, singing, noise makers, dancing with bells and everyone participating in loud children’s games to scare and horrify the abonsams into fleeing or going into the ocean and drowning. If there is a singular house infected with an abonsam all the furniture is removed and the shaman bangs on the inside of the house to scare it away.
Except for the fiery red eyes these guys look like a porcupine but with iron spikes. If you have a garden in Ireland and you miss Sunday service at church it’s more than likely that these guys will come trudging along and roll all over your garden. In vineyards or orchards they tear everything down and roll on that too; the flowers, fruit or vegetation that get stuck in its spines gets taken home to their family to feed them.
Slightly unusual in the world of the supernatural these beings not only protect someone, but in turn protect one of their descendants upon them passing away. They may appear as an armed woman or an animal, but while seeing one when you’re awake is a warning of imminent death, to see yours in your dreams is how they give advice and warnings about future happenings. It is believed by those who understand Teutonic and Norse mythology that your Fylgia plays a large role in how lucky you are, how powerful a person you are, and how good your life is. Whatever advice they give you should follow, for not only is your Fylgia more in tune with you than you, but they are also far more in tune with the universe.
So there’s some variety for you! Four different creatures from four different cultures, and there are tens of millions more to explore and discover. Hopefully this helped or stirred up some ideas!