haunted-england

I had sex in a graveyard and was walking around nude cause it was like 80 degrees and I was all sweaty and it was like midnight or whatever.
So this car rolls up out of nowhere and I’m stark fucken naked.
I’m also white as fuck. I glow in the dark.
I make eye contact with the dude driving.
I don’t make a move to cover up or anything because idgaf about being naked.
I see his eyes widen….


With fear.

He fucken books it out of there like a bat out of hell.

And that’s the story about how I became a ghost sighting in a small town in New England.

Mythological Throwback Thursday: Bad Dogs of the British Isles

Hello! Are you a dog person? We used to be, until we found out about all the terrifying mutts stalking the British Isles. We’re expecting Alex’s family back in Staffordshire to be devoured by supernatural hounds any day now. Arm yourself with the knowledge to protect your loved ones this Mythological Throwback Thursday!

One of the most notorious is Black Shuck, a ghostly black dog that stalks the wilds of East Anglia. It’s thought its name derives from the Saxon word for demon, ‘scucca’. Others believe it to be a version of the Viking Shukir, the war-dog of Thor and Odin. Black Shuck is a large hound, variously described as the size of a calf or even a horse. It has baleful red eyes (or just one large one in the centre of its head, in some tellings) and can coalesce out of mist on dark nights, to frighten lone travellers. Those who see Black Shuck usually live long enough to tell the tale, but many believed that those who see it are marked for death, and will pass away within the year.

Similar is the tale of the Barghest, a spectral beast that haunted the north of England, and was particularly infamous in Yorkshire. Described to principally take the form of a black dog with fiery eyes, it was said to be able to become invisible, to shapeshift (favouring the form of a headless person) and to have dominion over other dogs. Upon the death of any notable person in the community the Barghest would form the head of a funeral procession of sorts, followed by all the other dogs of the community, leading them in howling and baying. If you were fleeing the Barghest it was considered wise to cross a stream or river, since the superstition was that it was unable to.

On the Isle of Man, a ghost called Moddey Dhoo, which literally means ‘black dog’, haunted Peel Castle. Though it seemed relatively benign, wandering through the hallways of the castle, invariably settling by the fireplace of the guard chamber, it was frightening to those unused to its spooky demeanour. It would never appear during the day, returning always to a passageway that led to the guard captain’s chamber and disappearing. One night a drunken guard defied Moddey Dhoo. On entering the haunted passageway, dreadful sounds were heard. The guard, scared witless, returned to his comrades aghast and died within three days.

The Welsh passed down the tale of the Cŵn Annwn. Not ghosts but denizens of the supernatural realm of Annwn, these hounds were hunting dogs for the king of the realm, Arawn. Unlike the other examples, these dogs were pure white with red ears. During the Wild Hunt, the Cŵn Annwn would run down wrongdoers for their crimes. It is speculated that they accompanied King Arthur’s cousin Culwhch to Arthur’s court.

Of course, the good people of the UK and Ireland could not help but include their hellhound-riddled folklore in their literature. Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre includes an encounter which the titular heroine initially mistakes for a Gytrash, a being similar to a Barghest. J.K Rowling includes the legend of the Grim in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, with characteristics identical to those of Black Shuck. And of course we couldn’t go without mentioning the infamous Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle.

Why dogs? Possibly we humans share an inherent, instinctual aversion to wolves, and when like in the British Isles wolves become extinct through our actions, we create our own. Monsters from the id! Or maybe it’s because we’re just really into dogs, and there’s nothing so terrible as being betrayed by something you love. Join us for another Mythological Throwback Thursday next week!

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It is interesting you say that because I saw the first thirty seconds because Netflix does that automatically and I did feel like that man was riding across the moors and I thought that was weird because Matthew isn’t like that. And Marilla looked kind of scary and sooo severe like the lady you would expect to be the housekeeper if you’re visiting a haunted manor in england, and the whole thing had a different vibe or something.

Tonally, Anne With An E is markedly different from the 80′s adaptation. But I find that I like it for that exact reason? (I’d argue that it’s a loose interpretation because it takes quite a few liberties for dramatic effect.)

The 80′s adaptation, the one with Megan Follows, Jonathan Crombie, Colleen Dewhurst and Richard Farnsworth, presents a more idyllic setting and representation of “kindred spirits” and imagination; whereas the new series on Netflix is more grounded in the presenting the harsh underbelly of life. It focuses more on the cruelty and prejudices/stigma that Anne would have faced as an orphan; and how, in order to survive–to escape from her young sufferings–she clings to imagination. She envisions a better, more beautiful world for herself in order to prevent life’s tribulations from burying her (especially prior to arriving at Green Gables). In the 2 episodes I’ve seen so far, I’d liken Anne’s imaginative rants to that of escapism. 

As far as the Cuthberts are concerned, Marilla is undeniably rougher around the edges and more cold. She has strong emotional walls, but you see sparks of feeling from her early on. Matthew’s still tender-hearted as ever and he and Anne have some genuinely touching moments. Meaning I totally cried. Neither one of them feel out-of-character to me, though. 

The show’s definitely different than what you’d probably expect from an Anne of Green Gables remake, but not in a bad way. At least not in my opinion. I think there’s a good balance between humor and angst. Feels true to life. I’d suggest giving it a watch just to see if it interests you. I’m enjoying it so far! ;)

Fields of Stars in Bloom

Pairing: Sam/Dean, references to Sam/Jess

Rating: Gen

Length: 1.8k

Summary: Sam is overcome with grief when he and Dean pass where Sam was going to propose to Jess on the way to a hunt. Dean comforts him. Written for madebyme_x the 2017 Spring Fling over at LJ.

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The past fifteen weeks have been stuffed full of silence. Dean’s not sure how to break it. They’re trapped in a fragile glass bubble, and if he chooses to pop it, they’ll be worse off.

Nothing makes the situation any better. He’s never felt more restless in his life. They tear up miles of highway, and never sit still for more than a couple of days, but stagnancy is creeping up on Dean, making the little hairs on the back of his neck itch.

The worst part about it all is how awkward he feels with Sam. They’re not strangers, never have been, but this kind of grief… Dean can’t understand, can’t touch it. If only Dad were here, he thinks for the millionth time, maybe he could help Sam cope.

Every time he wishes for an easy way to help Sam he wants to deck himself. Of course it’s not easy. Loss is ever easy. Their entire life is underscored by that exact damn sentence.

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question: is new england haunted?
answer: it feels that way sometimes.

i. are you afraid of the woods?
are you afraid of branches scraping together, skeleton ribcages, playing a dark twisted hymn to shout at the sky? in the middle of the night, pine needles drift to the ground and the wind howls and whistles through the threadbare trees.
you know it’s trying to tell you something, but you’re too afraid to listen.

ii. are you afraid of the sunset?
are you afraid of the clouds, billowing up in shades of orange and grey, of smoke that has lilted from fireplaces of wood cabins tucked safely away into thickets of woods you don’t dare look into? do you think that there’s something creeping there, far beyond the thickets of thorns, deep into the places where even foxes won’t skulk away to?
you know every night the sun is returning to its grave, but you don’t speak those words aloud.

iii. are you afraid of the ocean?
are you afraid of the way the sea laps at the shore, sneakily and repetitively, churning over stones? you know that they’re too smooth for a reason. you spend your days with your coat zipped over your nose as the winter tries to infiltrate your breath and the salt air leaks through onto your tongue.
you know the sea holds secrets, but you aren’t sure you want to know them.

iv. are you afraid of the snowfall?
are you afraid of the ceaseless winters, the squawking black birds, the relentless change of the howling wind at your window? do you watch the moon as it follows your car, keeping a watchful eye as you disappear into the mountains, the radio garbled. the wind whistles and rattles your car as you remember with a spine chilling start that you are not alone.
you know that spring will come again, but the raven’s eyes are full of death.

v. are you afraid of new england?
are you afraid of the white mansions on the hills, peeling paint drifting in little chips to the frozen-over ground? does it bring a chill to your bones, thinking back on the horror of those witch trials, only a few states and centuries away? can you hear the wails of the widows in new bedford, waiting on husbands who will never come home, pacing their death on their overlooks, eyes to the cruel sea? are you in terror every night as the trees scrape their fingernails at your window, whispering to come play?

conclusion: don’t be afraid. not while you’re still alive.

—  are you afraid of new england? // a.m.j

     The Black Shuck or just Shuck, is a legend that comes out of East Anglia, England. This creature, which is considered a cryptid, is believed to be a ghostly spirit of a dog, though some believe it to be a demon of sorts. Reports of the creature date back many hundreds of years and since then has become a topic of folklore across the British Isles.

     The name “Shuck” could be a word derived from the old English word “Scucca” meaning demon, or possibly from the word “Shucky” meaning shaggy or hairy (or a combination of both). The creature itself has been described as a black somewhat ethereal dog or wolf wandering alone along the coast of East Anglia. Some reports have placed the creature in graveyards, forests and even on bodies of water siting

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2p! Random Headcanons

I see these everywhere and I’ve decided to make one for fun.

2p America: He comes off as the tough “sexy badass” type, but in reality, he’s a dork and a softie. He’d go to a shelter and buy the oldest dog and give it the happiest last years of it’s life. And there would be so many tears. He’s also very fluent in several languages, but he won’t show off. Whether it’s flirting or just helping a non English speaker out, he keeps up with as many languages as he can. 

2p Canada: While he fights with his brother a lot (I mean a LOT), he loves the jerk and would kill someone for him. Matt may be younger, but he’s the bigger brother. He also gets compared to Francois a lot, being told he “looks so much like him”. He resents this idea, but not out of anger for Franny. He just likes thinking of himself as independent. 

2p France: While he’s the stone faced type, Franny is a big teddy bear. He won’t say it out loud, but he feels a sense of pride when someone compares Matt to him. “How could someone so great be compared to me,” he thinks. He’s the one who knows everyone’s crushes before anyone. This said, he’s the best at keeping secrets. He’s not one to tell his own, either, and the skeletons in his closet haunt him regularly.

2p England: Delusional, dysfunctional, and insane… Sure, Oliver’s a bit of a nut, but when he’s not viciously attacking someone, he’s actually nice to have around. He’s a little overbearing, but he’s very understanding and loves listening to someone else’s problems over tea. He’ll offer a non poisonous treat and let whomever rant for as long as they like. (If he loves you, he’ll be silently contemplating how to kill whomever hurt you)

2p North Italy: He’s got a fuse shorter than- well, it’s short. He doesn’t tolerate crap, but when he’s calm, he’s generally a pleasure to have around. If you ask Lutz, Luciano is the most down-to-earth- thinker with so many creative ideas. He can just never get them on the table without fear of ridicule. He’s an excellent artist, and he likes to doodle people he finds interest in. 

2p South Italy: This little shit can be such a pain, but damn if he isn’t the life of the party. Flavio prefers the more fabulous things in life, and he lets his selfishness get in his way. However, when it comes down to it, Flav will toss his white flag aside and tear apart anyone who hurts his loved ones. He’s not the best fighter, but he’s been around Luciano enough to know where to start.

2p Germany: A few words- Lutz has way too many dogs. But, there’s a good reason. He trains all of his dogs, and he’s given all of them a special purpose. Is that his friend crying over there? Here boy! His dogs are the best cuddles, and how can you be sad with a big dopey puppy nuzzling you? Lutz hates seeing his friend’s sad, and if the dogs aren’t the right cure, he swoops in and doesn’t leave until he’s told. 


((Okay, this is all for this one. I don’t know the other 2p’s well enough, so I don’t wanna BS. I hope you enjoyed these))

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Riley Bloom By Alyson Noel

Book One: Radiance (Riley Bloom #1)

Pages: 183

Synopsis: Riley has crossed the bridge into the afterlife—a place called Here, where time is always Now. She has picked up life where she left off when she was alive, living with her parents and dog in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. When she’s summoned before The Council, she learns that the afterlife isn’t just an eternity of leisure. She’s been assigned a job, Soul Catcher, and a teacher, Bodhi, a possibly cute, seemingly nerdy boy who’s definitely hiding something. They return to earth together for Riley’s first assignment, a Radiant Boy who’s been haunting a castle in England for centuries. Many Soul Catchers have tried to get him to cross the bridge and failed. But all of that was before he met Riley …

Book Two: Shimmer (Riley Bloom, #2)

Book Three: Dreamland (Riley Bloom, #3)

Book Four: Whisper (Riley Bloom, #4)

Goodreads: Here

The Phantom Roman Army of Flower’s Barrow

Flower’s Barrow is an Iron Age hillfort, built over 2500 years ago, above Worbarrow Bay in Dorset on the south coast of England. When the Romans arrived, they took over the ancient fortifications. The area is said to be haunted by a phantom Roman army which has been spotted by multiple witnesses several times over the years. The ghost army was first sighted in December of 1678 and actually appeared to be to be real live soldiers. A local squire with his brother and four workmen were all witness to this spectacle where the Romans marched from Flower’s Barrow over Grange Hill. They could even hear the clamor of the armor as the soldiers walked. Alarmed, the squire roused the locals and about 100 people were able to see the phantom army, which included soldiers and horses. Messengers were sent to nearby Wareham to warn them of an approaching army but of course, it never arrived. The army has also been seen nearby at  Bindon Hill and Knowle Hill. This story and more can be found in Haunted England: The Penguin Book of Ghosts by Jennifer Westwood.

Flower’s Barrow has a limited future because the southern part is falling into the sea at Worbarrow Bay due to coastal erosion. Probably more than half of it has already disappeared. The barrow is part of the Jurassic Coast, a World Heritage Site. The coastal exposures along the Jurassic coastline provide a continuous sequence of Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous rock formations spanning approximately 185 million years of the Earth’s history.

Ghosts of Corfe Castle, Dorset

Corfe Castle, built by William the Conqueror in the 11th century, has a few ghostly tales attached to its history. Before the current castle was built, the site where it sits was the location of the assassination of King Edward (Edward the Martyr) on March 18th 978, on the orders of his scheming stepmother Queen Alfthryth. Edward was stabbed while he was on his horse and then helplessly dragged along to his death by his own steed. The Queen Alfthryth’s son Athelred “the Unready”, was crowned in his place. Since then there have been reports of hearing a phantom horse’s galloping hooves at the bottom of the hill below the castle. Witnesses hear the horse approach and ride by but never see the ghostly animal.

Another tragic tale is that of Eleanor the “Fair Maid of Brittany” (1184 - 1241). In 1203 she was captured since she posed a threat to John, King of England, as she had a legitimate claim to the throne. The beautiful Eleanor was thus taken to Corfe Castle where she remained a prisoner until her death in 1241.  William de Braose, 4th Lord of Bramber (1144/1153? – 1211), also found ill favor with the king and as a result, his poor wife and child were starved to death at Corfe Castle. The disembodied sounds of a crying child can sometimes be heard around the castle grounds when there is no child to be found anywhere.

During the English Civil War, Corfe Castle was successfully defended by the leadership of Lady Bankes, a Royalist, in the absence of her husband who was away on business.  However in February of 1646, she was betrayed by one of her own people and the Parliamentary soldiers were then able to take control of the structure. Cromwell’s soldiers destroyed the castle,  reducing it quickly to the ruin that we see today. Soon after, stories began to circulate of ghostly occurrences. The best-known apparition is that of the headless ‘White Lady’ who sends chills down the spine of anyone who crosses her path. She has been seen mostly near the castle gate where she then fades away into nothingness, leaving witnesses shocked and shaken. It is believed that she could be the ghost of Lady Bankes, Eleanor “the Fair Maid of Brittany” or possibly even William de Braose’s wife.

Floating, flickering lights have also been reported moving around the castle at night. One popular explanation for this is that these are the spirits of the Royalists killed while defending Corfe against Cromwell’s forces. Whatever the reason, it just adds to the mysterious and creepy charm of this old Norman ruin.

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Haunted Places: John Snow Pub

John Snow (at least the version referred to in this article) is a public house located in London, England. It is named after a famous doctor of the same name who saved thousands of lives during a 19th century cholera epidemic by proving that the city’s drinking water was the source of the disease.  The pump was located where the pub now stands. Now, this popular drinking location is haunted by a ghostly specter.

Several managers and employees have reported feeling an invisible presence walking past them. This presence is icy to the touch.  Customers have also seen a shadowy figure sitting in the corner of the bar.  The figure has a look of agony on its face, and has horrible staring red eyes.  

Although no one knows for sure who the spirit is, it is speculated that it might be the ghost of one of the cholera victims who perished from the disease.

(Source: Haunted London: Discovering the Cities Best Kept Secrets by Richard Jones)

If the internet has taught us anything, it’s that people love reading about the weird and unexplained, real-life horror and the supernatural. But even though we love reading about them, there are a few places on Earth that hit all our “NOPE” buttons, places only the bravest - or craziest - of us would visit.

I’m one of those people :3

Here are five of the freakiest places on Earth.

1.) Isla de las Muñecas - Xochimilco, Mexico City, Mexico

There’s a district of Mexico City, Xochimilco, that’s full of canals, lakes, and islands. One of those islands is very, very creepy - the Island of the Dolls.Did I say “very, very creepy?” I meant, “never going to sleep again creepy." The island full of nightmare was created by landowner Julian Santana Barrera. But why in the world would he do such a thing? According to the story, Barrera found the body of a dead girl floating in the canal near the island, which is creepy enough. But Barrera decided to ward off evil spirits and bad luck by out-creeping them.

He started collecting dolls and random doll parts and hanging them from the trees in an attempt to scare off ghosts and evil creatures, and, apparently, every single other living thing that might have once visited the island.

After he died in 2001, the island was abandoned, but the dolls remained, slowly decaying and becoming even more terrifying than they were before they started rotting and falling apart.

2.) Aokigahara Forest - Japan

All you need to know about Aokigahara Forest, near the base of Mt. Fuji, is that it’s also known as "Suicide Forest.”

This isn’t a random nickname either - Aokigahara is the second most popular place in the entire world for people to commit suicide (the first being the Golden Gate Bridge). In fact, the suicide rate is so high that officials have placed signs in both Japanese and English urging visitors to reconsider their actions if they are feeling suicidal, and squads sweep the forest once a year to search for bodies.

And while that’s horrifying enough, the truly creepy part is the forest itself, which is eerily silent thanks to the density of the trees and strange absence of wildlife. Hikers have been often known to get lost, even when marking their route with tape.On top of that, many blame the suicides and lost hikers on demons, which locals say haunt the forest, along with the angry spirits of those who were left to die by the ancient and barbaric practice of ubasute, which was practiced in Aokigahara as recently as the 19th century.

3.) Willard Asylum - Willard, New York

So many of its inmates died within its walls that it became a running joke that the only way you left Willard was in a wooden box. And since the inmates were deemed too “insane” to be allowed into society (though sadly, many of their “incurable” mental illnesses were probably things like PTSD and post-partum depression), a great number of them were abandoned by their families, their bodies unceremoniously buried in an unmarked cemetery on the property. According to local legends, many of those inmates never left Willard, even in death, and their insane, restless spirits still haunt the halls - including the overcrowded morgue - today.

4.) The Borley Rectory - Borley, Essex, England

In England, a country full of haunted places, unsettling folklore, and bloody history, one place is known as “the most haunted house in England,” and that’s the Borley Rectory. 

The history of the rectory itself is fairly recent, being built in 1892 by Reverend Henry Dawson Ellis Bull, the new rector of the parish. However, the land upon which it was built had a much older, violent history: The rectory was built atop the site of 14th-century Benedictine monastery.The legend goes that one of the monks fell in love with a nun from the nearby convent. When the elders discovered their plans to elope, the monk was executed and the nun walled up alive in the convent, and their spirits have haunted the area ever since.Over the years, the rectory has experienced various paranormal events, such as unexplained fires, multiple accounts of ghost sightings (including a carriage drawn by a headless horseman), lights turning on and off, ghostly footsteps, poltergeist-like phenomena, and more.

5.) Hoia Baciu Forest - Transylvania, Romania

Along with asylums, what writing this list is teaching me is that forests are also full of “HELL no.” If you thought Aokigahara up above was bad, the stories that surround Transylvania’s Hoia Baciu Forest make it look normal by comparison - but what else would you expect of a forest that has Vlad Dracula’s history stamped all over it?

Because Hoia Baciu doesn’t just have a few kinds of creepy, unexplained supernatural phenomena attached to it - it has all of the supernatural phenomena.

People who enter the forest regularly complain of severe headaches, anxiety, sudden nausea, and, in some cases, mysterious burns and scratches appearing on their bodies.

The forest itself is just as strange and unexplained, with sections where trees grow in strange, unnatural shapes, and other areas where the forest is dead and nothing grows or moves at all.But that’s not where the terrifying weirdness stops: Along with the already strange physical reactions and strange trees, the forest is rife is reported UFO sightings, with people often claiming they see lights floating through the trees.

Reports have also been made of visitors to the forest experiencing that hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-standing-up feeling of being watched by unseen eyes, along with mysterious giggling and crying. But when hikers trace the sound to their location, they find…nothing. Oh, and people regularly vanish, never to be found again.

Scientists claim there’s a logical, scientific explanation for the phenomena, but locals steer clear of the forest, claiming it as an evil, cursed place.

nyaarlathotep  asked:

I was wondering if there are any "Cthulhu mythos" stories that attempt to tie the legends of the "Fair Folk" with the mythos. I know some of Lovecraft's works do make nods to tales of the Fae such as Whisperer in the Darkness, Pickman's Model, and possibly the Dreamlands stories. However I want to know of any authors who have tried to make a connection of the two since they seem to be a terrific match.

Hey! It really is a great question that you’ve asked, and like most of the really great questions that I get, it’s complicated…to a certain degree anyway. I’ll do my best to answer as briefly as possible here and then add in some related posts for the weekend queue to follow up with more resources/ideas. I’ll post a rec list tomorrow since time got away from me tonight while I was re-reading a few stories. :) I’ll tag any content related to this discussion as ‘signs in Aklo’ for easier tracking  and/or blocking. [Warning: rambly content below; I’m sleepy, as well, so forgive any type-os, etc. ]
    There is quite a bit of this “Fair Folk” element found in what I think of as the “Nature Mythos” branch of the Mythos tree, yes. A lot of it, although it’s not always presented plainly as such. And “Nature Mythos” is just what I call it, btw, (nothing “official” ) and I tend to use that term in reference to any works that draw from Blackwood and Machen, as well as Lovecraft’s works that clearly stem from folklore-centered/folk horror content. As far as Lovecraft’s stories themselves, if you read his work chronologically, you see more of an obvious integration of ideas from Machen/un-”revisioned” folklore early on, and it does really work, as you mention. “The Moon Bog” came to mind immediately for your question. Pure folk horror and closer to an example of what you’re talking about, I’m sure. 

     The Moon-Bog by Abigail Larson

 As you move forward, though, you begin to see more of the Mythos ‘style’ I guess you’d call it, toying with folk horror concepts—where ideas are taken, sure, but they’re morphed into something more ‘cosmic’ than traditional folklore and/or that which is anchored traditional mysticism and belief (i.e. Machen’s mysticism vs. Lovecraft’s atheism/materialism; the differences those views can make in presentation and style and on and on). For instance, The Dunwich Horror is fairly commonly acknowledged to be inspired by (or a pastiche of, depending upon who you read) The Great God Pan. But there’s so much more at work there w/regards to folk horror elements (place + ritual + weird happening….) and notions from the world of the fae, so to speak. You have those standing stones plagued by “rushing presences,” the haunted landscape of New England—a sort of extension of old country tradition/transported, for better or worse, to North America and, in that way, turned much larger in scope (cosmic, in that sense). In much Mythos fiction, the original entities (or whatever you want to call them) are often present only in spirit or in a very different form from traditional folklore, so that it’s not quite so easy to say, “Here. Here is a story that presents the Mythos ‘version’ of the Erlking. There you are.” Why? Well, in a good Mythos story, you would start with that entity (or idea, depending on your approach/beliefs) and then go farther back. What was this…presence…before this particular culture named it? That concept of the Erlking would be humanity’s name for something much older, much “bigger,” and always already present in various cultures, etc., perhaps. Maybe the Erlking is actually, say,  Hastur—either misidentified or in a masked form (?) Who knows? You would need to work to make the connections clearer, and I think that tendency to “require the reader to do some work” is at least part of what attracts many of us to this content in the first place.

The Erlking by Samantha Niemczyk

     I really enjoy reading someone like Machen beside Lovecraft and then following it with more recent takes, just to see the movement and differences over time. Dholes, for instance, are clearly inspired by Machen’s The White People, but the white, wormy things that eventually appear in Brian Lumley’s stories are a far cry from what’s present HPL’s (and especially Machen’s) work. They’re obviously related, but they are related through a sort of Mythos chain of influence. And I think that long history of open influence, re-imagining, and recreating is one of the coolest aspects of the Mythos. 
      As for New Mythos examples, there are so many stories that work with these themes to varying degrees without naming them “fair folk”-related. For starters, you might look to Laird Barron’s Old Leech tales. I’ve never heard/read him discuss the entities in stories like “The Broadsword,” but these are ancient creatures that seem to get a lot of pleasure out of messing with humans. Those that cross their paths end up caught in “the black forest of cosmic night.” They’re definitely earth/nature-rooted and are quite malevolent in ways similar to what’s described in stories about the fae. And I’ll stop here since I could go on and on and on…
  I’ll work on a list of suggested short stories and works of longer fiction that fall under the ‘Nature Mythos’ heading (minus so much chit-chat from me/more in bullet list form) and post that late tomorrow when I grab a chance. Hope this helps/is useful as a point of access, at least, and that you don’t mind my drawing the response out a bit. It’s a topic/focus that I enjoy a heck of a lot, and I appreciate having the chance to explore it for a few days on here. Have a good Friday.