Blind følk

What childhood stories are people still afraid of as adults in your world?

Lurking in caves since a time long before the string treaties are said to be evil vile monsters. The blind følk are said to be a race of blind echolocation using creatures who lurk in caves, creeping out occasionally to find their next meal. Even in modern day the blind følk are said to be the culprits of kidnappings and missing children. Are these accusations the heartbroken need for many to have a someone to blame for their misfortune, or are their beliefs and rage fueld by truth.

A poem about the blindfolk famous throughout the uldermirch plains. "Beware, beware, of the blind folk's lair, Where darkness reigns and shadows glare, For they roam the night, without a care, And snatch up children, if they dare.
Their eyes are gone, their vision lost, Their senses heightened, at a great cost, For they hunt by sound, at any cost, And their hunger can never be crossed.
Their cave is deep, and full of gloom, A place of dread, a place of doom, Where bones lie scattered, amid the fumes, Of the blind folk's feast, in their catacombs.
So stay indoors, when the night falls, And lock your doors, and bar your halls, For if you venture out, you might hear their calls, And they'll come for you, down their darkened halls.
Beware, beware, of the blind folk's lair, For once you're caught, you're in their snare, And you'll be eaten, without a care, By the monsters who roam, in the night's cold air."
A poem sung by peasent children living in the fields of Aegis "Oh Johnny boy, with fear in your heart, You thought you could outrun, the blind folk's dart, But they heard your footsteps, right from the start, And soon you were caught, in their deadly art.
You ran and ran, through the night so black, But they were faster, and on your track, Their claws were sharp, and ready to attack, And soon they had you, with no turning back.
They dragged you down, to their darkened lair, Where the stench of death, filled the air, And there you saw, with a growing despair, That you were their next meal, a feast so rare.
You begged and pleaded, with all your might, But they were deaf, to your pitiful plight, And soon they tore you, with all their might, In the cold, dark cave, with no light.
Oh Johnny boy, your fate was sealed, By the blind folk's hunger, so fierce and real, Your cries were silenced, by their deadly meal, And now you're gone, forever to feel.
So heed this warning, to all who hear, And stay away, from the blind folk's lair, For if you wander, with no fear or care, You'll end up like Johnny, a meal so rare."
A bedtime story to scare children from staying out to late "Once upon a time, in a village far away, There lived a group of creatures, known as the blind folk, they say, They roamed the night, with no sight to guide their way, And they hunted for children, who stayed out too late to play.
Their eyes were gone, their vision lost, But their hearing was keen, at a great cost, For they listened for footsteps, at any cost, And when they heard them, their hunger was sparked and embossed.
One night, a little boy named Tim, Stayed out too late, his fate looked grim, For the blind folk heard him, and chased him with vim, And soon he was caught, with no escape from them.
They dragged him down, to their darkened lair, A place of death, with a putrid air, And there they feasted, without a care, On poor little Tim, who was now their fare.
So heed this warning, to all who hear, And stay inside, when the night draws near, For if you're caught, by the blind folk's spear, Your fate will be sealed, with no hope to persevere."