Legends in your area

[lady_sequanna]

As I was looking for something else, I stumbled upon this thread and thought it's an interesting one to bring back to life. Even if the original intention was to gather stories from all around the US, maybe a little foreign twist isn't a bad idea.

Here's a small local legend.


The Enchanted Cave AKA Zaida, the Moorish
In the Sintra mountain range, near what is known as the Moorish Castle, there is a rock with a crease that tradition says marks the entrance to a cave that connects to the castle. It’s known as the Moorish Cave or the Enchanted Cave and the name takes us back to an ancient legend from a time when the Moors were the rulers of Sintra and the Christians frequently attacked it, trying to get control of the area. In one of the combats, a noble Christian knight was taken prisoner and Zaida, the alcaid’s daughter, fell in love with him. Day after day Zaida visited the noble knight and the pair grew closer and closer until the day came that the Christians payed the ransom and it was time to set him free. The enamored knight implored Zaida to escape with him but she refused to leave, while pleading for their love to never be forgotten. The noble knight returned to his family but deep sadness darkened his days. He tried to forget about Zaida on the multiple battlefields but after many sleepless nights he decided to take his troops and attack Sintra’s castle again. During that fight the two lovers were finally reunited and shared an embrace but fate decided that the noble knight was to fall mortally injured. Zaida dragged her beloved through a secret passage to a hidden room in the caves but as she was in a nearby spring filling a water pitcher to take to her beloved, she was hit by an arrow and also fell injured. The Christian knight joined her lover’s body and their blood combined into a stream of love and dedication. Later on the the two lifeless bodies were found. Ever since then, on certain full moon nights, by the cave there is an apparition of a fair young maiden dressed in white with a pitcher that she fills with water. Afterwards she cries in an agonizing lament and disappears in the night...

[AriannaFitzgerald]

Well, there's two I can name without thinking. One involves the ghosts of War Eagle ([urlhttp://www.wareaglemill.com/][/url]) and the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs (). There's also the legend of Petite Jean (, which is actually closer where I am now in the state.

War Eagle entails a ghost of a native warrior by the same name. I actually do not know it very well, although the mill and the surrounding area is a fantastic place to tour. There's a lot of local folk culture and the place just buzzes with energy.

The Crescent Hotel and the entire town of Eureka Springs rightfully earns its reputation as a spiritual hot spot in the state of Arkansas. The general knowledge among the more spiritually attuned residents is that there is a spiritual gateway centered on the parking lot by the Courthouse. The entire little town seems lost in time, stuck between the Victorian and Edwardian eras, sometimes in ways that go beyond just the old buildings and the tourist trade. It's difficult to pin down. Although I did experience a strange temporal flux there once, so there might be something to that.

Petite Jean involves the early exploration of the state by the French and this romantic story of a noblewoman who followed her sailor-lover to America in disguise, only to die on the frontier and be buried on top of the mountain that bears her name. The story goes that you can hear her desperate moans for her lover in the winds on top of the mountain overlooking the Arkansas River.

[lilsheba]

here's one for my area Portland OR
Downtown Portland is rife with hauntings and ghosts if you know where to look: well-known restaurants, old flophouses, a gas station, and even a former police station.

And then there are whole blocks that have a history of weird events. Many “hauntings” have taken place from 2nd Avenue down to the waterfront right along a meridian line that is Stark Street. “There’s some weird activity there that usually gets picked up by meters or through photographs that is unusual,” says Schargel.

The reason for this is usually attributed to the Stark Street Ferry. Back before we had bridges connecting the east to the west side, Portlanders relied on the Stark Street Ferry to get to each side for errands or for business. Or for funerals. A good portion of Portland’s cemeteries are on the eastside such as the wonderful Lone Fir Cemetery, the city’s oldest cemetery, and the ferry was used to transport bodies—along with funeral marches—across the Willamette. Could this be why many ghost hunters get some meter action or photos with “weird, floaty-shapes” near Stark Street?




The Benson opened in 1913 at Southwest Broadway and Oak Streets, as the New Oregon Hotel, an "annex" to the Oregon Hotel next door: Heavy doorknobs engraved "OH" can still be found in the hotel, harkening back to its gala grand opening. The Benson was equipped with the latest innovations of the day, including automatic door switches and circulating ice water. The ceilings were covered with plaster molds, and the closets in the guestrooms were equipped with electric lights. Guests of the hotel were greeted each morning with a complimentary cup of hot clam nectar, a tradition eventually usurped by coffee.

While management doesn't officially endorse ghost stories, it has had guests tell them of "friendly experiences." There are three known hauntings. The first is the lobby area staircase leading up to the mezzanine where guests have seen a ghostly man walking down the grand staircase. Another ghost hangs out on the ninth floor and is well documented on sites such as Yelp, while the third is in a downstairs meeting room in one of the restaurants. There's also a story that a spirit helped a slightly disabled guest into bed one night. "The guest thought the ghost was the night porter. How's that for service?" says Davis.

[Corvinus]

here's one that has been told in my country for awhile.(Philippines) basically it is in the capital city(for those unfamiliar the Philippines has 3 main islands (Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao)

before u read, a few terms,
Balete- means rubber tree
engkantadas or engkantos- (if memory serves right, they are beings which live in nature) maybe elementals i am not sure

anyway i got this from a website which pretty much sums it up. this is the link where I got the story from http://magandafilipino.com/the-story-be ... ete-drive/ it includes a photo of how the street looked before


Urban legends and mythical creatures have long been a part of Philippine folklore. Stories about aswang,(monsters not like western monsters of course) tikbalang,(being with a human's body, a horse's two legs and a horse's head) duwende,(dwarves) and other terrifying creatures have scared the wit out of a lot of Filipinos in their childhood. Ghosts, especially white ladies, were never out of the picture. The most famous among these ladies is the one who allegedly resides in the vicinities of a place called Balete Drive.

Balete Drive is a street located between Aurora Boulevard and Rodriguez Avenue in Metro Manila, Philippines. It is a simple street lined with ancestral mansions and commercial establishments. At present, you wouldn’t think that this place can make any person shudder in fear, since the area is well-lit with bright street lights. But in the earlier days, the street was lined with massive balete trees that darken the place and make it ghastly. как добиться ремонта в приватизированной квартире может ли ип выдать доверенность не родственнику распитие спиртных напитков в местах общего пользования в каком размере может быть моральный ущерб надбавка к пенсии за орден трудовой славы где получить документы о разводе заочно затопили соседи нет права собственности признание безнадежной к взысканию недоимки можно ли уволить на больничном ответственность работника в области охраны труда может ли человек не иметь постоянной регистрации форма гос регистрации ип вопрос к гибдд 2012 утеря временных прав 2012 части 4 статьи 1215 коап рф норма пдд рф
In Pinoy culture, balete trees (Ficus benjamina) are regarded as home for spirits and mysterious creatures. This notion makes Balete Drive all the more frightening. Elders used to warn children against playing near a balete tree due to certain beliefs such as:
• Fairies and engkantadas live inside the balete tree. They invite children inside their kingdom, and if a child eats something from there, she will remain trapped inside the tree for the rest of her life.
• If you point your finger or laugh at a balete tree, the fairies will get insulted and will curse you. (the reason why in our culture especially 90's babies and before we don't point at places with nature and with an eerie feel to it like Balete trees• or bite a finger they used to point) If you cut a balete tree, the engkantos living in the tree will punish you with death. (this has happened before someone I knew cut a secluded tree and we told him not to he ended up having a severe stomach ache after and it vanished when he went to the tree and apologized)


The country started to dread and avoid Balete Drive since the 1950s when stories about a white lady floating along its streets started to spread. It is said that cab drivers are its favorite victims for she has been a victim by one of them. The driver would drive along the place not knowing that the white lady is silently sitting inside his cab’s back seat. He will only know it upon giving a glimpse in the rear view mirror and will then see that the white lady is intensely staring at him.
Various versions of stories about the identity of this notorious white lady have arisen in the past. One famous story is that the white lady is a student of the University of the Philippines. According to a certain barangay security officer who resides in Balete Drive, the victim was allegedly molested by a taxi driver on her way home from school. The abuser then threw her in a dark pit beside a balete tree in Balete Drive after raping and killing her. Since then, the spirit of this young girl have been haunting the streets of the drive, looking for her murderer. This story was passed on to the present generation by the older residents of Balete.
Another story is that this white lady lives in a deserted ancestral mansion located in Balete Drive. The ghost is said to be a victim of her own family’s cruelty. At 3am, the white lady appears to lone drivers passing her house in order to seek their help or to run away from home. Some taxi drivers claim that they have experienced to drive for hours along the same street where the mansion was located. They can only get out of the loop after saying several prayers and wearing their shirt inside out. Because of this mystery, taxi drivers evade this route during midnight to dawn. If ever they need to pass the said area, they will blow their horns as a pasintabi (plea to pass) to the white lady.
Rumors had it that the white lady in Balete Drive was only fabricated by a reporter in the 1953 in order to come up with an interesting story. Since then, other newspapers followed and allotted columns for the controversial white lady in Balete Drive. Pranksters also sprouted since the controversial stir began. One of such is a 15 year-old boy named Conrado de la Cruz who was a resident of Balete Drive at that time. It happened one night in 1953, at the height of Balete Drive scare, that the young boy pulled a trick on his neighbor, Lope Bautista (22 yrs. Old). He put on a white robe, wore a skull mask and crept into the balcony of Bautista. Terrified to death, Bautista jumped from his porch and got a sprain. The young rascal was reprimanded by the local police.
Whether she is true or not, one thing is for sure: The white lady in Balete Drive remains as the most popular Filipino urban legend. She will always haunt our curiosity for the identity of the white lady in Balete Drive will forever be a mystery.
- See more at: http://magandafilipino.com/the-story-be ... vuwLz.dpuf

[Corvinus]

okay my first post was a hand me down story from generations this one was told to me by someone I knew. Not my experience yet for now because if I share mine I still get the chills maybe next time haha.

A lil background I worked in one of the biggest call centers here in my city to date, funny part is the site of our office was a former memorial park.. so go figure guys.

We were in CCT(Culture and Communications Training) in BAC1(1st and oldest building there is 2 and 3 as well) our trainer told us about this because it happened to her fellow trainer.

This trainer was waiting for her class in one of the training rooms I believe it was training room 10 not a training room has computers, tables, a long table in the center and a table in front for the trainer. She was waiting for her class now a lot of people there know there is a kid who uses the computer like types on it etc. (there was a also an incident with one in house security who suddenly fell over and ended in the hospital, obviously people would think twas a heart attack, but I heard when he was asked he claims someone pushed him). So back to the training room, she heard one computer being typed on like the keyboard sounds and she just said to the kid hey just feel free to use that. Because normally there was no problem with it when all of a sudden all the keyboards of all the computers(around 40 I would think) suddenly began being typed on.. You ca guess that she began screaming right then. This trainer was known for following EOP or english only policy but in that instant she began shouting in dialect stop that stop that due to panic and ran out of the training room. So TR 10 is famous or infamous over there.

on a side note I did hear a story about one agent saying she saw someone go to the elevator but she found no one inside. And in my case I once saw a dark outline going to the elevator, you can guess I took the stairs after that hope to hear from you guys as well

Corvinus

[The Madame X]

Corvinus, this is quite wonderful! Thank you for sharing.

[Corvinus]