Meet Harold, who was once a young lad who found a ‘deserted’ copper mine.
Legend has it, that the mine he ‘found’ had never really been lost. The miners fled when rumour that anyone who worked it would soon come into contact with the true owners, the Little People or ‘The Knockers’ as some people called them You know the folks who live deep under the Hill.
Harold dreamed of making it rich, so rich so he could bathe in it. Ignoring the warnings of others, Harold began to mine the ore. Day and night he was down there, chipping away, taking what wasn’t his.
Until, one night, when the moon was dark, the earth shuddered, the mine collapsed, and Harold got his wish.
He lay there for years and years, or so it seemed, but that was Fey time, he was gone for only a day or two.
The locals feeling the ground move, shuddered crossed their fingers and closed their doors, making sure they salted the windows sills. The next morning after Church and being good Christain People, well on a Sunday anyway, they sent out a search party.
When they entered the mine, there was nothing much left to find except for the copper-covered Skull with the awkward smile.
So here is poor Harold.
If you’d like to offer Harold a home, why not pop over to my little corner of Etsy and have a good gander at him in all his Cursed Glory.
The Delightful Mrs P 