Venezuela is a land of great contrast, from glacial peaks (use to be seven permanent glaciers up to the middle of the past century but only one
remains) to exuberant rain forest, home of exotic creatures as the biggest spider in the world, the birtheater goliath spider.
See Australia, you got nothing on us.
Originally inhabited by at least 26 distinct indigenous groups dating back some fifteen thousand years, the country has a rich mixture of cultures
since the Spanish colonization in the 16th century and the subsequent incorporation of traditions and religions from slaves brought from Africa, and
other European and Asian groups that migrated in the nineteen and early twentieth century; although the majority of the country identifies as
catholic, in reality most people have to some extent a syncretic believe system, incorporating elements of all groups that have contributed to the
culture of the country.
A big part of my life elapsed in rural areas of the Venezuelan Andes; Andinos are deeply catholic but still the pre-Columbian traditions of the
Timoto–Cuica are deeply rooted on their day to day activities, even as most of the current inhabitants don’t share a link to the indigenous
population. Oral tradition of spirit living near water sources, witches doing their rituals in waterfalls and many more oral tales are abundant, some
of the older folk have a real fear to these places and say their tales with caution; a few kilometers of my home there is a beautiful small lagoon
that have some rocks with pre Columbian petroglyph, there is the local legend that it is inhabited by a lady spirit that sometimes grant you wishes
but can also be evil depending on her mood.
Indigent comes from the highlands, pretty place called laguna la estrella, but i dint saw any spirit, i learned to not go thru the
During a particularly rainy season the dirt road leading to our land was getting a mud puddle in a place that was not really annoying or difficult to
travel, one day one of the local farmers started to drain the puddle and put rocks to prevent its formation, the old man dint had a car and my family
was the only to benefit from it, so we asked why he was doing it and he said it was because evil childlike spirits lives in the puddles (he called
them something like wasakos), everyone got fascinating tales of demons, witches and spirits, even I have seen some crazy stuff and my mother had some
pretty crazy tales of witches chasing my uncles (probably grandma though any woman after her babies were witches
So here I present some of the most popular tales in Venezuela, most of them dating back to the 1800s.
Predominantly present on the region of los llanos (the plains) the legend of la
sayona tells the tale of a young beautiful woman named Melissa from a small town where she was the most beautiful girl, married to a loving husband
and mother of a baby boy. She frequently bathe naked in a river where a man started to stalk her and watch her naked from the distance; the stalker
continued to follow her around until one day she confronted him and told him to stop and leave her alone.
At that moment, he said he was not a stalking her but just was there to warm her that her husband was having an affair with Melissa´s mother. Melissa
ran to her house where she found the husband sleeping with the bay in his arms, blinded by mad rage she burned the house while the neighbors heard the
screams of agony of the husband and baby. after doing this she grabbed a machete and when to kill her mother, cutting her belly until she bleed to
death; before dying her mom cursed her to a vengeful spirit in search of unfaithful men.
From that time legend tells that she roams the roads in the form of a young desirable woman looking for lonely men, seducing them into remote areas
where after, or during, sex she reveal her wretched form and mangles the men to death (or just their genitals on some accounts).
Most of the modern accounts of the tale involve truckers picking the sayona as a hitchhiker, she seduce them and kill them if they are weak and
unfaithful. Sometimes in some versions she eats the genitals of the men and left them emasculate, or simply fill the penis of the victims with wards
and STD so the wife knows what they did.
Funny, that image looks just like my wife, she also kills me inside
Very similar to la sayona this tale is more widespread in Hispanic culture.
In most versions of The Weeping Woman, a beautiful woman finds out that her husband left her for a younger woman and as revenge she throws her
children into a river; after realizing what she has done she drowns herself. In the afterlife she is not allowed to enter heaven until she has found
her lost children. Forced to wander the earth for all eternity, searching without avail the lost offspring, she weeps constantly.
In Venezuelan tradition, the woman lived during the colonial period; a Spanish woman had children with an indigenous man. Her brothers found out of
the children and consider them aberrations, as indigenous people were mere soulless animals to them, from diabolic origin without religion.
The brothers killed the sons and force her into marriage to a Spanish man, but the woman went mad and run away every night in search of her lost
children. Roaming the fields in her white night attire, she wept constantly for the lost children. Soon after she died but peasants can hear her cry
until our days.
By now you must realize all these tales are the same
A sorrowful spirit of a man that gutted his father after this killed his wife
because, according to the father, the women was a tramp and deserve it. After he killed his father, the grandparent tied the man to a tree, whipped
him and tossed him to two starving dogs, not before cursing him to roam for all eternity with the bones of his father.
Now the spirit roam the land, very tall and slim, with a straw hat, carrying the bones on a sack, continuously whistling in the key of do, re, mi, fa,
sol, la, si, looking for bones to add to his collection. If you hear his whisper close, there is nothing to be afraid, if you hear him far, he is
right next to you and only the crack of a whip or the bark of a dog can save you from death.
Other version says he is very skinny because he was always hungry in life; one day his father went to hunt a deer but could not hunt a single one, so
when he arrived home the boy saw no deer, murdered him and skinned the meat of his bones, he then took the meat to his mother that tried to cook it
but the meat was always hard, she ask what type of meat it was and when he said it was from the father the woman cursed him, his brother lashed him
and commanded a hound to follow him until the end of the world biting his heels.
Obviously, if you are in a remote area you should totally try to mimic the whistle to see if you can scare a superstitious local
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