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N

ot far from the small town of Lochem and the

even smaller village of Zwiep, the Hill of Lochem can be found. On the top of the hill of Lochem, there is a deep it: it's the place where the ghostly Witte Wieven, or White Women dwell, known to the locals as the Witte Wieven's pit.


In Zwiep, beneath the Hill of Lochen, there once lived a farmer called Teunis. He was very rich, but did not have any sons, just one daughter: a beautiful girl called Joanna.

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She was in love with the good and handsome Albert. But Joanna's father didnt want her involved with this poor boy.

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Instead, He favoured a much better candidate for Joanna, the rich but dull Hendrick.

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One day, the farmer told Joanna she was no longer allowed to se Albert. Worse still, she was grounded. IImagine Albert's sorrow! He rode his horse up to the hill of Lochem.

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His mother used to tell him “Don't you go there, the Witte Wieven should not be bothered. But in his current state of mind, he didn't think of that.


Distrated by his own thoughts, he dangerously approached the edge of the pit. He sat straight in shock as he realized that he had almost fallen into the abyss. At the last moment, the white spirits, screaming like demons, took hold of Alber and his horse, dragged him down to a wood path and chased him off.

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Once home, Albert baked the most delicious gingerbread he could make. Out of gratitude for his rescue, he returned to the hill and left the ginger bread behind on a dish.


Meanwhile, Johanna decided to tell Hendrick that it would not work out between them. Her father, however, was not ready to give up and came up with a plan: at night, both Albert and Hendrick had to drive up to the hill and throw a whetting anvil into the White Women's pit. The first to return could marry Johanna.

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Albert knew that he would not stand a chance, because Hendrick's horse was faster. However, when Hendrick entered the dark woods, he almost fouled his pants for fear. He threw the whetting anvil between some bushes and flew in terror.

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Albert, on the other hand, went up the hill fearlessly and stopped at the edge of the pit. With an elegant swing, he threw the iron tool into the depths and calles out, “White Women, hereby I bring you the whetting anvil.�

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Branches of trees rustled in the wind; a dark cloud took the light of the moon away. White mist arose from the dephts of the pit. Then there was the sound of terrifying screams. Albert turned his horse and fled, but one of the Witte Wieven chased him.

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As he watched behind him, Albert looked into a pair of fiery eyes. He rode for his life. The Witte Wieven managed to catch up with him and clapsed

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his neck with her cold long fingers. Albert roused his horse to speed up more and finallly released himself from the strangling hand.

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Johanna's father kept his promise. He organized this beautiful wedding for

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happy couple and invited the whole family and also the entire neighbourhood.

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The day after the wedding, Albert found a whetting anvil near the wall of the farm. It lay in a dish, exactly like the one with the gingerbread. What was it, then? Albert could not believe his eyes. The whetting anvil and the dish were made out of solid gold! The Witte Wieven were well disposed towards them after all. And the young couple lived happily ever after.

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Project developed by Victor Amirabile at Saxion University with the guidance of Herman Paassen and Martijn Derkzen.


I

n the small town Lochem, Netherlands, the Hill of

Lochem can be found. On the top of the hill, there is a deep pit: it's the place where the ghostly Witte Wieven, or White Women, dwell - known to the locals as the Witte Wieven's pit. This is a story about love, fear and adventue.


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