FOLLY STORIES
Johannes’s story
05/06/1514
Blacksmith
Clinical lycanthropy – believe oneself to be a werewolf. Bark, howl, run around on all fours and howlucinations.
Eating infected mushrooms.
Found in the farmer’s chicken house, naked chasing chickens around. Raving about the full moon and slobbering at the chops. Had to be restrained by 5 men from the village. Bit and scratched at them. Eventually a doctor diagnosed my folly and ordered for a trepanning to remove the folly stone and evil inside my head. Unfortunately the procedure went wrong and before the surgeons could remove the folly stone more spirits entered my brain and they overcame me. As I dropped to the floor the stone rolled out. Plop.
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MATILDA’S STORY
Matilda Ellerton
Autumn 1475
26
Epidemic chorea also know as dancing mania erratic dancing until collapse with exhaustion. Body spasms at inappropriate tomes in inappropriate places
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RANULPHUS’S STORY
Ranulphus Brown
1439 – 27 years old
Plough man
Shortly before my 25th birthday, while ploughing the fields, I had visions of some children from the village, lying dead in the fresh furrows. All of these children had recently died after the recent epidemic. One afternoon the plough got caught on something in the ground, and when I looked back I saw the body of Robert Smithy lying in the furrow – who hadn’t died. I felt cold come over me, but carried on working.The next morning, my wife told me that Robert had died during the night. That day I saw another child from the village lying dead from the chisel of my plough. And again this child died that night. I was overcome by the second death, sure that my plough had caused their deaths. I was unable to work, despairing of the deaths I had caused and would continue to cause. Even though I wasn’t at work I would see visions of more children, and was scared stiff more would die. So I stayed still, did nothing that could cause any deaths. I then refused to talk to anyone, sure that somehow the talk would set their deaths in motion – my wife thought I quite mad. My father was sure that I was, but I felt I knew the truth and I knew what would happen. He arranged for my folly stone removal, and after that I never saw another child but I never returned to those fields.
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SARRA’S STORY
Sarra De Crombe
1463 aged 50
Villein and basket seller
My trouble is I take on everyone else’s problems on the estate, and I end up exhausted and overwhelmed by them – I dont leave enough time for myself and my baskets, which actually does help calm me down believe it or not, gathering the willow, soaking it and then the gentle bending and weaving of the stems! And instead I go round getting grumpy and irritable. I go off at the deep end – as it were – using foul language and being generally horrible to those who don’t deserve it, I.e my family! I keep thinking, if only I could remove this stone of folly that sends me into these moods, I would stop worrying so much about others and concentrate on keeping my own folly under control…A decent wage would help mind you and not having to forever work for my master! But thats a utopia I’m dreaming of – feeling miserable and worthless are just the lot of us villeins. At least I have me baskets to fall back on in very hard times….
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AGNETA’S STORY
Agneta Wytchirche
Autumn sometime 1483
By day a cook and maid for a well to do family but at night a practicing alchemist
I thought I had kept my night pleasure a good secret. I had been taught by my good church friend how to read and write and was now doing mixtures and prayers to try and find the philosophers stone. I put a lot of time and effort into this and sometimes would get no sleep at all before a days work. This went on for some time and I began to get terrible headaches and fall asleep everywhere. One day I didn’t get to my job on time and someone came by to see where I was.
They caught sight of my apparatus and writings and me fast asleep on the table.
It didn’t take long for the village to hear about my obsession and I was summoned to have my head examined. So I let them pick away at my skull. When they had finished they had brought out this brilliant blue stone. Upon seeing it I wept and laughed with joy as I realized the stone I was working so hard to find had been in me all this time. My folly was out of me! I had some rest after my surgery and then I could go on being a good cook and maid and find me a good husband. I didn’t need to read no books or write no more now as I could see what a folly that had been.
