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History, especially human history, has many sharp edges we tend to file off and soften over time. We don't like facing the sins civilization is built upon. It is common for us to find graves where we want to place our modern world - and sometimes those whose graves we stumble upon aren't resting so soundly.

To illustrate this more succinctly, I recall the time I was called to the Czech Republic to attend to such a situation, where the past and present were not so cleanly divided and a history hoped to be forgotten still lingered in the shadows of the present.

It was at the former site of a Foundling home (Orphanage) where I was asked to seek out a dark, terrible creature that still lurked in the ruins. What I discovered was a haunting unlike anything I'd experienced until then. However, like many things, the devil was in the details.

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If we exclude the creatures of folklore from our history, we are missing the whole story. It is true that as a species we have come to an unspoken agreement that those days are behind us, our beliefs and society are more advanced than to think such entities are real.

Yet, if we're honest with ourselves, we all know there's more truth to the stories than we admit.

In this episode of The Recalling, I tell the tale of my time in Ireland when I was asked to help with such an entity. You'll find few places in the world where the folklore of the past soaks into the fabric of today more than the Irish and Scottish landscapes.

Among the many creatures of the forests and fields is a particularly vicious variety that lives beneath remote bridges and abandoned barns. A creature who negotiates with riddles and devours those who are unable to decipher an answer.

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When most see the lights and decorations that come along with the winter holidays, they think of gatherings with family and friends, food, songs, and the spirit the season ignites inside us. 

I once did too. Now I can only think of death. 

This is the recalling of the time I was stranded in Iceland during the Christmas season. A storm held me in a hostel with many strangers - most of them human. 

For those of us who survived the horror of what happened during Christmas Eve, we would never see the season the same way again. 

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