Have you ever created a mythology?

Jun 7, 2013
966
1,091
I did twice, not sure if the second one counts:

1) I lived one block from the elementary school I went to. I'd hang out there sometimes in the schoolyard (after school). Any way I had a bag of nails that for some reason I wanted to hide. I scooped off some dirt and dumped the nails under a tree between the roots and coveredn them up. The very next day some kids had dug up the nails and the theories started.
The nails were:
  • hidden by pirates
  • hidden by indians
  • hidden by builders of the school
I just kept my mouth shut and never commented.

2) Fast forward a few years. As a preteen my buddies and I visited a neighborhood subshop. We were playing the pinball machine and the owner yelled at us "Get the fuck out of here" . I thought it was extremely low class to use that language in front of kids and besides we were customers. It was my Goddamn quarter in the machine. We were not making any noise or fuss, he was just a stupid red neck too stupid to grasp the simple concept of networking or word of mouth when building a business. You never know who your next best customer(or worst enemy) will be.
I determined I would fuck him over real good for his disrespectful act, so I called the health department and they inspected his little shithole of a sandwich shop and they closed him down. He broke his lease, emptied the register and left town.

Funny to hear the theories people were expousing of what made that cocksucker close his shop up so abruptly. lol
 

NSFW

Freedom Fighter
May 14, 2013
22,008
10,709
Castle Duckula.
I used to live near a old disused train line. The track had been taken away years ago, but the embankment and route it took was a great place to kick around as a kid. It went on for miles either way of our village and had many great places to hang out in. Not too far along the route were a couple of bridges and a old Victorian sand stone pump house, a hidden room built into the rock was a strange place that you had to walk down about twenty steps to find yourself in and had to take a torch for light. All these places had little rumours and stories and all were great places for young lads to adventure to. Some teenager hung himself which made it feel spooky too at one stretch.

The strangest place though was closer to our village, but harder to get to due to the path to it making you have to cut back on yourself and go through undergrowth before you got to the railway line, if you didn't take the short cuts it was about half a mile or so walk one way to then have to walk similar back. Nothing was down there apart from one small brick building. Set 20 yards off the railway line and surrounded by all types of thorn bush then a big embankment that we tried climbing once to only end up upsetting a bees nest in the thick bush and trees.

The area was a bit shit so kids didn't often go down, it was quiet. It being quiet meant kids would start rumours of serial killers hanging out down there and all types of dumb shit. One of these rumours started doing the rounds again a one point so me and three or four mates decided we'd head down and take a look. Older teens used it to get drunk near or whatever else they fancied so it was often littered with bottles, cans, condoms and drug stuff, all of which got put down to some loner drifter or a Freddy Kruger character. The day we went down was hot and sunny, we had a laugh and found the garbage which made whatever rumour we'd lapped up seem more real. Finally outside the building we heard a noise, strangest noise you'd ever heard. A low animal noise that echoed, to us it was definitely the boogeyman or some kid bleeding out. I shat it, luckily some other kid said he'd go in first and we all followed. We'd already tooled up and after an age at the entrance listening to the 'IT' creature within we set foot inside. Immediately it was pitch black, the kid with the torch stepped forward. The light shined the wall til it lit up the opening of a room away from the entrance where we stood. And we saw it. A big fuck off cow. We legged it. I have no idea how a cow got inside or why? farmers fields were close by, but it was the oddest thing. We never did bother going back down, for all I know the cow is still there.
 
Jun 7, 2013
966
1,091
I used to live near a old disused train line. The track had been taken away years ago, but the embankment and route it took was a great place to kick around as a kid. It went on for miles either way of our village and had many great places to hang out in. Not too far along the route were a couple of bridges and a old Victorian sand stone pump house, a hidden room built into the rock was a strange place that you had to walk down about twenty steps to find yourself in and had to take a torch for light. All these places had little rumours and stories and all were great places for young lads to adventure to. Some teenager hung himself which made it feel spooky too at one stretch.

The strangest place though was closer to our village, but harder to get to due to the path to it making you have to cut back on yourself and go through undergrowth before you got to the railway line, if you didn't take the short cuts it was about half a mile or so walk one way to then have to walk similar back. Nothing was down there apart from one small brick building. Set 20 yards off the railway line and surrounded by all types of thorn bush then a big embankment that we tried climbing once to only end up upsetting a bees nest in the thick bush and trees.

The area was a bit shit so kids didn't often go down, it was quiet. It being quiet meant kids would start rumours of serial killers hanging out down there and all types of dumb shit. One of these rumours started doing the rounds again a one point so me and three or four mates decided we'd head down and take a look. Older teens used it to get drunk near or whatever else they fancied so it was often littered with bottles, cans, condoms and drug stuff, all of which got put down to some loner drifter or a Freddy Kruger character. The day we went down was hot and sunny, we had a laugh and found the garbage which made whatever rumour we'd lapped up seem more real. Finally outside the building we heard a noise, strangest noise you'd ever heard. A low animal noise that echoed, to us it was definitely the boogeyman or some kid bleeding out. I shat it, luckily some other kid said he'd go in first and we all followed. We'd already tooled up and after an age at the entrance listening to the 'IT' creature within we set foot inside. Immediately it was pitch black, the kid with the torch stepped forward. The light shined the wall til it lit up the opening of a room away from the entrance where we stood. And we saw it. A big fuck off cow. We legged it. I have no idea how a cow got inside or why? farmers fields were close by, but it was the oddest thing. We never did bother going back down, for all I know the cow is still there.
Don't see how you started mythology, but very cool story. Where is this located, where is your village? Felt like I was reading a steven king novel.
 
Reactions: joe297

NSFW

Freedom Fighter
May 14, 2013
22,008
10,709
Castle Duckula.
Don't see how you started mythology, but very cool story. Where is this located, where is your village? Felt like I was reading a steven king novel.

Sorry, but the story of the cow started a mythology within our little group of kids and the other kids we'd knock around with at school. It was one of those summer days that lasted forever and bled into the weeks that followed before disappearing from memory. For a short while though the story of the cow was big stuff, though most just told us to fuck off.

Its a small village near Barnsley in the north of England, mining town, at least it was back then.
 
Jul 29, 2014
1,840
1,193
UK
Sorry, but the story of the cow started a mythology within our little group of kids and the other kids we'd knock around with at school. It was one of those summer days that lasted forever and bled into the weeks that followed before disappearing from memory. For a short while though the story of the cow was big stuff, though most just told us to fuck off.

Its a small village near Barnsley in the north of England, mining town, at least it was back then.
Yeah but it sounds to me like this was no myth. There was an actual cow there right?
 
Jun 7, 2013
966
1,091
Sorry, but the story of the cow started a mythology within our little group of kids and the other kids we'd knock around with at school. It was one of those summer days that lasted forever and bled into the weeks that followed before disappearing from memory. For a short while though the story of the cow was big stuff, though most just told us to fuck off.

Its a small village near Barnsley in the north of England, mining town, at least it was back then.
Cool story, it drew me right in. Somehow reminded me of 'Stand by Me'. Once you guys got comfy with the concept it was a cow and not IT or a dragon's lair you guys could have gone back and carved the critter up into burgers.
 
Reactions: NSFW
Jun 7, 2013
966
1,091
Sorry, but the story of the cow started a mythology within our little group of kids and the other kids we'd knock around with at school. It was one of those summer days that lasted forever and bled into the weeks that followed before disappearing from memory. For a short while though the story of the cow was big stuff, though most just told us to fuck off.

Its a small village near Barnsley in the north of England, mining town, at least it was back then.
7058
 

NSFW

Freedom Fighter
May 14, 2013
22,008
10,709
Castle Duckula.
Do you have the name of the mine? Was it Rossington pit mine?

We have a load of mines around where I live, could pick any from them and you'd be spot on with people from my village working there. Rossington is more Doncaster I think. Barnsley Main was the big name I remember, and Grimethorpe, but several others were as close. Most were closed down by Labour in the 60s.