...Ankou

In Brittany, which lies in western France, on the road met a terrible ghost, known under the name Ankou. He walked beside his cart, which dragged horse skeletons. Those who have heard at home or in a tavern, as a roaring, driving down the street, the crew were afraid even to look out the window so as not to attract attention to himself Ankou, because it meant certain death. Tall and gaunt, with long white hair, dressed all in black, with wide-brimmed hat Brittany farmer on his head, Ankou was carrying a scythe on his shoulder, sharpened on human bones. He walked uncertain gait of a blind man - his eye sockets were empty, he shook his head and sniff out those who are not smart enough to hide the sound of the bells of his coaches.

It remains unclear who he really was. On some assumptions - it's Cain, the first of the men who killed his brother and doomed forever to wander the earth in search of human victims. Others argued that it was a ghost who died in the last year before a man who came back to pick up a company for the cold grave. But all agreed on one thing: it is - the personification of death itself.

It was terrible to meet with Ankou on a deserted road after sunset. Ankou caught by surprise, incredible power, pressing her face to the ground and got in my mouth land was the same one that was once thrown on the lid of his coffin. Die, this man was not later than two years. Those who met Ankou late at night, it was even worse: they died within one month, and their bodies thrown into a creaky wagon that can never be filled to the top.