The Tale of the Leprechaun E-Book

Mostyn Heilmannovsky

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

The Leprechaun, a mystical being of Celtic folklore is portrayed in this story, which took place in Ireland some years ago. Discover the dark side of the moon in this story, which is the personal experience of a man, who visits a friend on St. Patrick's Day, whose house is being haunted by a Leprechaun. 
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Mostyn Heilmannovsky

The Tale of the Leprechaun

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The Tale of the Leprechaun

The Tale of the Leprechaun

I still remember the words of the old folk telling Me stories as a kid, about the leprechaun a monster, maybe even some sort of demon of lore, who can really say for sure. I can only say, that I want to share my personal experience with this being, who has been haunting the minds of the Irish culture for centuries or even since it has been brought into existence.

The legend goes, that a Leprechaun will always search for gold, which it hides on the other side of the rainbow, where it likes to dwell; but sometimes it will look for gold in our world. Why this is so, I cannot really explain and it sometimes crosses my mind, that I don’t, in fact, know a lot about this monster, that has been and still is feared by many: especially the superstitious folks, who even have signs, tokens, symbols engraved on their houses, to protect them from evil vengeful spirits such as banshees and sprites.

Well, I don’t want to go off on a tangent, because I am fully aware, that there are so many things, which maybe could be interlinked with this being, called the “Leprechaun”, whom I had the pleasure of meeting one day, which will always stay in my memory until I have passed into the next world.

The day, that I encountered this malicious hideous creature, was the infamous Saint Patricks day, which I was celebrating of course as usual with my comrades. I think it must have been around 3 or maybe 4 p.m. when I left the City of Cork, to return to my house.

But on this day, I wanted to visit a good old friend, who had just purchased a new home.

This home was a mansion, which had been having many strange occurrences, which were unexplainable to him and the previous owners.

The drive to his house was a nice long drive, which let me see some of the mystical places of the Island of Eire, which I really am fond of. It was dusk or perhaps I should say almost dusk when my car rolled onto his front porch and parked in front of this grey but majestic looking edifice, which had been a witness of time, that I had been already long forlorn.

My friend greeted me, as I exited my car and I immediately noticed, that something was bothering him. His face gave me the impression of a somber and sullenness, which he had never had. “Hey, nice to see ya. Please come in!” he said trying to be polite and easy going. “Thanks for inviting me! Nice place you have here lad, although I must admit, that it is not my kind of taste.” I replied with a jolly voice.

My friend led me to the front door, which was of a green color and very wide and tall. He gently opened the door and I followed him through a beautiful hallway, which was full of paintings, furniture and other things, that represented or better said, reflected the history of this mansion. I followed him through quite a few chambers until he told me to sit down in a saloon, which was next to a very roomy kitchen.

“Please have a sit and feel at home. Would you like to have some tea?” he asked and pointed with his finger on an old table surrounded by even chairs. I sighed for a moment and then I answered delightfully and slightly exhausted after the intake of so many impressions of the various chambers, which I had wandered through with my friend, to finally settle down in the saloon: “Yes, sure. Any tea will do the job, so just serve me any tea, please!”