Aboriginal monsters aren’t about creepy creatures invading; it’s about humans trespassing. The land itself has memory — and punishment comes not from hell, but from imbalance.
My ancestry stems from Australia. My mother was born and grew up there, and although I was raised far away, I have always felt that strange, magnetic pull toward the continent’s red heart, that ancient pulse beneath the gum trees and billabongs.
It’s a land older than time, where the boundaries between myth and memory blur, and where stories like that of the Bunyip still ripple through the waterholes.
Aboriginal Monsters — The Bunyip
The Bunyip is perhaps the most enduring monster of Aboriginal lore — a creature of the water, the night, and the in-between. Its name comes from the Wemba-Wemba language, meaning “devil” or “evil spirit.” But the Bunyip is more than a beast meant to scare children away from the riverbank; it’s a guardian of sacred places, a punisher of those who disturb the natural order.
Descriptions of the Bunyip vary wildly. Some say it’s a huge, sleek animal with flippers and a dog-like face; others describe it as covered in feathers, tusks curving from its jaw, or as a hybrid of seal, bird, and serpent. It bellows at night — a low, mournful roar that echoes across still water. Some claim its cry sounds like a human wailing from beneath the surface.
Early European settlers in the 19th century recorded dozens of Bunyip sightings. Fossil remains of prehistoric marsupials, like the giant diprotodon, only fueled the legends. Scientists speculated. Locals whispered. Aboriginal elders, however, needed no explanation. They already knew: the Bunyip had always been there, keeping watch over forbidden waterholes, exacting retribution when the sacred was disrespected.
A Spirit of Balance
In Aboriginal cosmology, monsters are rarely evil for evil’s sake. The Bunyip enforces balance. It appears when boundaries are crossed — when someone kills more than they need, pollutes the water, or intrudes upon a sacred site. To see a Bunyip was to be warned. To hear one was to know you’d gone too far.
The creature embodies the idea that every act echoes through the natural world. Disturb the water, and it remembers. The Bunyip rises not out of hunger, but justice — an ancient, instinctive kind. It’s horror drawn not from chaos, but from consequence.
Echoes in the Modern Imagination
Modern Australia still bears the Bunyip’s mark. Statues rise in small towns. Artists paint its shifting shape, and horror writers breathe new life into its legend. Some see it as a metaphor for the exploitation of the land — the ecological damage wrought by greed and colonization. Others interpret it as a symbol of cultural survival: the story that refuses to drown.
To me, the Bunyip is the perfect figure for folk horror: ancient, environmental, moral. It reminds us that the earth is not passive. It sees. And waits.
When forgotten laws are broken, it remembers.
What the Water Took
(Flash Fiction)
They said the billabong was cursed, but Ava laughed and threw her stone anyway. The ripples spread wide, golden sunlight bending into bruised blue shadows. Her mother’s warning echoed: Don’t go near that place when the wind turns cold.
Ava was half a world from home, half a generation removed from the stories her mother whispered in the dark. She wanted proof, a photo, something to bring back to her friends — something wild and Australian.
The first sound was a bubble, then a hollow moan, like the earth exhaling through water. Birds lifted from the trees. The ripples reversed, pulling inward.
Something Moved
Ava stepped closer. Beneath the surface, something moved — too large, too slow. The water thickened, swirling black, smelling of wet fur and rot. She thought she saw an eye, round and ancient, reflecting her own face upside down.
When the wind rose, she ran. But the ground was soft, giving way like breath. The reeds shivered, bending toward the water.
Later, only her phone was found, its last image blurred — a shape emerging from the shallows, its hide mottled like river stones, mouth opening to the soundless bellow of ages.
They said the billabong was cursed.
They said the Bunyip remembers.
And that night, when the moon hung low and the wind stilled, the water sighed — not with hunger, but with satisfaction.
Author’s Note
Folk horror is rarely about what lurks; it’s about what endures. The Bunyip, like so many Aboriginal legends, warns us that the land is alive, that every trespass leaves a trace. Perhaps that’s why these stories still call to us — because deep down, we know the land remembers what we forget.
Join the Conversation
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And come back next time for the next entry in “The Land Remembers” series.
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2 replies on “The Land Remembers: Aboriginal Monsters — The Bunyip”
How cool was this!! Busy mind always something different from “A Clara” keep em comming!
Hey Ken, thank you for visiting and thank you for the comment. —Clara