Hi!

I’m currently researching strange, eerie, and possibly “haunted” places in the Netherlands. I know that the country isn’t really famous for strong ghost folklore (especially compared to somewhere like Germany), but I’m trying to dig deeper and see what actually exists beneath that “calm” surface.

I’m especially interested in:

urban legends

ghost stories / paranormal sightings

unusual or uncanny locations

cemeteries with interesting history or атмосpheres

abandoned places or places with dark pasts

I’m from Buenos Aires, and here we have places like La Chacarita cemetery, which can feel quite chaotic and even decayed in some areas — and honestly, that atmosphere is part of what I find fascinating. I know Dutch cemeteries are usually much more clean and maintained, but maybe there are still stories, legends, or specific spots worth exploring?

I’m planning to eventually turn this into a deeper research project + maybe write something about it, so I’d really appreciate:

personal experiences

lesser-known places (not just tourist lists)

local myths or regional folklore

links to articles, books, archives, or even obscure websites

Even if something is more “uncanny” than explicitly paranormal, I’d love to hear about it.

Thanks a lot!

(Of course, I also search for information myself, but I am also interested in your opinion)

Q-vo compas

I got them at a swapmeet some time ago for a dollar. they looked familiar to me but I dont know for sure.

can anyone help me identify this

gracias

This happened when I was young:

During a blackout I saw a shooting star. I was with my brother at the time and told him:

Holy sh*t a shooting star! I shall make my 3 wishes.

I wish my brother would go away.

My brother J said: Oh, ok.

He was going to leave.

I said: No wait, I wish my brother would come back. And he stayed.

I then wished the lights would come back: the lights return.

I got chastised by him for wasting 3 wishes.

I manifested my inner fool and my brother served as a witness to my folly.

The craft sometimes doesn’t care about intent. My wish got granted. Every single one. A lesson in the precision of spoken will and in the end things remained exactly the same as they were before the blackout.

In many traditions, Hecate is remembered not just as a goddess of magic, but as a figure deeply connected to liminal spaces—thresholds, transitions, and moments of quiet decision.

One way to understand her role is through three symbols that appear again and again in mythology: the crossroads, the keys, and the torch.

The crossroads represent more than simple choice. In ancient thought, they were places of pause—where movement stops and awareness deepens. Not every path must be taken immediately. Sometimes the act of standing still is itself meaningful.

The keys suggest access, but also restraint. Hecate is often described as a keeper of keys, not just to hidden knowledge, but to boundaries. There is a subtle idea here—that wisdom is not only in opening doors, but in knowing which ones to leave closed.

And then there is the torch. Unlike the harsh light of day, her torch does not banish darkness. It softens it. It allows shapes to emerge gradually, without forcing clarity too quickly. In that sense, it reflects a different relationship with the unknown—one that is patient rather than fearful.

These symbols feel especially connected to nighttime reflection, when things are quieter and less defined.

I recently put together a long-form, sleep-focused retelling of Hecate’s mythology built around these ideas. If anyone is interested, I can share it—but I’d also be curious:

How do you interpret Hecate’s role? Do you see her more as a guide, a guardian, or something else entirely?

This survey is to try to determine the links between perception of folklore and a persons identity. i would really appreciate it if you would take a couple of minutes to complete it, it would be a big help thank you!!

I’m looking for a name that fits the character of a sharp witted, patient, determined pup. I would love to use something that rooted in folklore or myths.

Any ideas?

Youaltepuztli is a spirit from ancient Mexican folklore. It manifests in the form of a fearsome headless giant with a tree stump in place of its head and a hole in its chest, framed by hinged wooden doors. When it moves, the doors hit one upon the other and produce a dull thud, somewhat similar to the sound of an axe cutting into wood.

Those traveling through the forest at night may want to get away, spooked by the sound, but in fact it is advised to do the opposite and follow the noise and search out Youaltepuztli.

It is said that those brave enough to face the giant, reach into its chest and grab its exposed heart can bargain for riches and glory. But those who flee or hastily rip the heart out without bargaining will pay costly with illness and misfortune.

I found the story fascinating and here's my attempt to put it in a song. It's part of a larger project - a musical bestiary of mythical creatures that I'm creating with my band. Hope someone here finds this interesting as well!

When Narasimha tore Hiranyakashipu apart at the threshold, the worlds should have exhaled. The demon was dead. Order was restored. But Narasimha's fury did not stop there, it kept burning, untethered, pressing outward with a force that no longer distinguished between protection and destruction. The gods could not approach him. Even Vīrabhadra and Shiva's own gaṇas were overcome. Something greater was needed.

That something was Sharabha.

In the Shiva Purana's Rudra Saṁhitā, Shiva manifests as a being the worlds had never witnessed, winged, eight-limbed, lion-faced, roaring like the storms of Pralaya itself. What follows is not a war between two gods. It is a tale about the nature of divine force: what happens when power exceeds its purpose, and what it takes to bring it back into measure.

This is the story of Sharabha and Narasimha, and what it reveals about cosmic balance, the unity of Shiva and Vishnu, and the cosmological heart of the Shaiva tradition.

Narasimha Avatar: The Slaying of Hiranyakashipu and What Followed

Narasimha, the half-man, half-lion avatar of Vishnu, emerges at the precise moment the cosmos needs him most. Hiranyakashipu, the demon king whose tyranny had destabilised the three worlds, had secured a boon that made him nearly impossible to kill. No god, no human, no beast, neither inside nor outside, neither by day nor by night, the conditions of his protection seemed airtight.

Then the pillar split.

From it rose Narasimha: neither fully man nor fully lion, carrying within him the exact configuration needed to end what no conventional force could. He seized Hiranyakashipu at the threshold, neither inside nor outside, laid him across his thighs, neither earth nor sky, and at twilight, neither day nor night, tore him apart. Every condition of the boon was met. The act was surgical, precise, and complete.

For a moment, the worlds breathed again.

But Narasimha did not withdraw.

His fury, the concentrated force that had been summoned to accomplish an impossible task, continued to burn after the task was done. His blood-stained claws flashed. His eyes blazed with an intensity that had no remaining object. The gods, the sages, even the celestial beings held back, unable to approach. This was no longer protective wrath. It had become something uncontained, pressing outward without purpose or direction.

Hiranyakashipu was dead. But the force that had killed him was still alive and growing.

The very power invoked to restore cosmic balance now threatened to disturb it. Dharma had been defended, but the defender had not yet returned to stillness. This is the tension at the heart of the tale and the problem that only one being in the cosmos was equipped to solve.

A Prayer to Shiva and the Emergence of Sharabha

The gods had no answer for what stood before them.

They had watched Vīrabhadra, Shiva's own fierce emanation, advance to confront Narasimha's unrelenting fury. They had watched him fail. One by one, Shiva's gaṇas had been overcome. The force that had unsettled the three worlds yielded to nothing the gods could send against it.

So they turned to Shiva himself.

Not as a last resort but as the only resort. Mahādeva, the Great God, who stands beyond kāla (time), who neither flinches before dissolution nor is bound by the cycles that govern all other beings. The one before whom even Pralaya, the great dissolution of the cosmos pauses. They prayed not for destruction, but for restoration. Not for a greater violence, but for a containing force.

Shiva heard them.

What emerged was not a form assumed lightly. The Shiva Purana (Rudra Saṁhitā 5.18.44) records the moment in Sanskrit:

>सिंहमुखः खरदंष्ट्रः पक्षिमान् अष्टपाद्धरः । शरभाकृतिरूपोऽभूत् शंभोराविर्भवत् स्वयम्।।

"With a lion's face, fierce fangs, winged, and bearing eight limbs, Sharabha manifested as the very form of Shambhu himself."

This was Sharabha: lion-faced, eight-limbed, winged, blazing with a concentrated intensity the worlds had not yet witnessed. Not a creation separate from Shiva but Shiva himself, taking the precise form the moment required.

The three worlds, which had trembled before Narasimha, now fell into a deeper stillness.

Something had arrived that could meet what stood before it.

Sharabha Meets Narasimha: What Happens When Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Power?

Sharabha did not approach cautiously.

He entered the field the way Pralaya enters, total, immediate, and impossible to ignore. His lion-face blazed. His eight limbs moved with the precision of a force that knew exactly what it had come to do. His wings spread wide, casting a shadow across the space where Narasimha's fury had reigned unchallenged. His voice rose like the storm clouds of cosmic dissolution, and for the first time since Hiranyakashipu's slaying, the field shifted.

Narasimha felt it.

The two forces stood before each other, one the fierce protective avatar of Vishnu, still burning with the intensity of an act not yet released; the other the supreme containing power of Shiva, manifested in the precise form the moment demanded. The gods and sages who had fled Narasimha's presence now gathered at a distance, watching.

What followed was not a prolonged war. It was a reckoning.

Sharabha's wings spread and closed around Narasimha, enclosing him within their expanse. His limbs and tail held and bound the avatar, containing the force that had shaken the three worlds within a single, steady grasp. He lifted Narasimha upward, the way a great bird seizes its prey, and cast him down. Again, the wings struck, pressing, containing, directing what had surged beyond its moment back toward stillness.

The force was not destroyed. It was held.

This distinction matters. Sharabha did not annihilate Narasimha. He contained him, which is a far more precise act than destruction. To destroy a force is easy. To contain it, redirect it, and return it to measure requires something greater.

With joined hands, Narasimha turned toward Sharabha and offered praise.

He acknowledged the presence before him. He prayed that whenever pride or excess arose in any being, at any time, this very power would return it to measure. It was a recognition, not a defeat. A god acknowledging the principle that governs even gods.

The gods, freed from fear, offered their praise to Shiva in his Sharabha form. They recognised in him the source from which all forces arise and into which they return. Shiva then spoke, articulating the unity underlying the entire encounter:

As water poured into water. As milk into milk. As ghee into ghee, so does Vishnu merge into Shiva, without division.

The field cleared. The disturbance ended. His task complete, Sharabha disappeared.

Sharabha and Narasimha in Tantra: The Same Force, Two Movements

The encounter between Sharabha and Narasimha is not simply a tale about two powerful beings. At its deepest level, it is a map of how divine force operates, how it arises, what it does, and how it returns to its source.

Shiva and Vishnu are not separate. They are the same Param Brahman, the ultimate reality, manifesting in different forms to perform different functions within the cosmos. What appears as two is held within one. This is not a theological compromise between two traditions. It is the explicit position of the Shiva Purana itself, stated in Shiva's own words at the encounter's resolution.

Within this understanding, the roles reverse in a precise way.

In his ugra (fierce) aspect, Narasimha embodies the Rudra principle, the force of annihilation that destroys what has exceeded its place in order to restore order. He is Vishnu acting as Shiva. When Shiva appears as Sharabha to face him, he stands as the preserver, holding, containing, and stabilising what has been set into uncontrolled motion. He is Shiva acting as Vishnu. The two deities, in this moment, have exchanged their essential functions. The same force appears in two movements, each completing the other.

This dynamic is recognised and engaged with precision within Tantric practice.

Narasimha is approached in his ugra aspect as a force of protection, intervention, and the removal of obstruction. His worship, particularly in South Indian and Kerala Tantric traditions, involves practices aligned with raksha (protection) and ucchatana (removal of hostile forces). His mantras and yantras are invoked specifically when a practitioner faces a force that cannot be reasoned with, only confronted directly.

Śarabheśvara: Shiva in his Sharabha form occupies the complementary position. He is associated with nigraha (restraint) and śamana (pacification), the containment of energies that have exceeded their proper measure. Where Narasimha confronts, Śarabheśvara contains. Where Narasimha removes, Śarabheśvara restores equilibrium. Together, they represent the complete arc of divine intervention: the force that acts, and the force that returns action to stillness.

In this sense, the tale of Sharabha and Narasimha is a living cosmological model, one that Tantric practitioners continue to engage with, invoke, and embody in ritual practice today.

In Chapter the Fourth of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s ‘Reineke Fuchs’ (using the 1855 English translation by Thomas James Arnold), Reynard the Fox stands condemned and bound beneath the gallows-tree before the lion King Noble’s court.

What follows extends one of the sharpest turns in the medieval beast tradition: what begins as confession does not end there, but returns as accusation. Reynard, having admitted blood and theft, now claims that hidden gold was counted out as wage, and that a treason had already been prepared—one said to threaten the crown itself.

At this moment, the balance shifts. The condemned fox is no longer speaking only of his own guilt, but of forces that implicate the court itself—forcing king and council alike to listen.

The episode sharpens a classic folkloric question about the trickster figure: is he still merely buying time, or does the act of naming treason place the authority of the court itself into doubt?

The text is in the public domain (National Sporting Library & Museum copy via Internet Archive):

https://archive.org/details/reynard-the-fox-1855

I recently adapted this continuation into a medieval-style ballad as one interpretation of the scene, rendered in a manuscript-style tableau continuous with the earlier pieces:

Reynard the Fox — Treason Against the Crown (A Medieval Bardcore Conspiracy Ballad)

https://youtu.be/VHlAAP0kcmU

At this point, who is really on trial—the fox, or the court itself?

• The Floating Balloon Betrayal: Tie a balloon to their tail when they’re distracted. They’ll chase it in circles

• Fake Striped Egg: Paint a rock with stripes and hide it in their nest. Watch them try to “hatch” it

• Whoopee Cushion Leaf: Slide one under them when they sit on a log. Classic for a reason

Level 2: Looney-Tunes Approved

Peak cartoony behavior. Physics-defying encouraged

• Instant Tunnel: Paint a black circle on a tree trunk. Bonus if you walk through a real hole right next to it first

• Anvil Drop… But It’s Balloons: Rig a “heavy” anvil prop above a path. When they trigger it, it’s full of helium balloons

• Footprint Swap: Put on giant clown shoes and leave tracks leading to a tiny mouse hole. Then pop out behind them

Level 3: Advanced Shapeshifter Bait

Use their powers against them for maximum giggles

• Mirror Prank: Hold up a mirror that’s actually a picture frame with YOU making their face. See if they shapeshift to match

• Item Spawn Race: Challenge them to “make things appear.” You pull flowers from your sleeve. They have to one-up you

• Shadow Tag: Use a flashlight to make your shadow do impossible things. If they try to copy it, they might glitch

Critical Safety Notes from the Field Guide

1. No bad puns during pranks — that’s their kryptonite. You want a friend, not a vulnerable comicnoid

2. Let them win the prank-back — befriending goes both ways. If they drop a piano on you, it’s probably foam

3. Reward with snacks — omnivores love trail mix. The striped-egg-looking jelly beans are a power move