I was 11 yrs old on a school camping trip to Hunstanton, Norfolk. The teacher waited until we’re lined up in our sleeping bags in the big old tent, already mildly traumatised from leaving our homes for the first time, the bastard told us about the beast. Three of us spent the night weeping. I always thought he was called Black Shep, my frightened scarred brain perhaps blocking out the unnameable... the story has often put the fear into my kids too. Thanks for the research and revival...
Thanks, that teacher was a sadist! Good God! There are a lot of bad stories about Black Shuck, but also some good ones, like me seeing whatever it was twice - basically cryptozoology creature. So I see the old hellhound in a good light! My version of the name is "Black Shook" - I like that, kind of cyberpunk science fiction sounding.
I was 11 yrs old on a school camping trip to Hunstanton, Norfolk. The teacher waited until we’re lined up in our sleeping bags in the big old tent, already mildly traumatised from leaving our homes for the first time, the bastard told us about the beast. Three of us spent the night weeping. I always thought he was called Black Shep, my frightened scarred brain perhaps blocking out the unnameable... the story has often put the fear into my kids too. Thanks for the research and revival...
Thanks, that teacher was a sadist! Good God! There are a lot of bad stories about Black Shuck, but also some good ones, like me seeing whatever it was twice - basically cryptozoology creature. So I see the old hellhound in a good light! My version of the name is "Black Shook" - I like that, kind of cyberpunk science fiction sounding.