urban legends and scary stories

05/25/2025

A story not many have heard of, deeply rooted in Indonesian mythology, the Pocong takes on the form of a ghostly creature, with the ability to make one shiver.

A Pocong is completely covered by a white burial cloth, which stands out against the dark, revealing every detail of its form. The ghastly silhouette created when the fabric is fastened with tight strings emphasizes the otherworldly quality of its eerie figure, appearing as a floating being.

The fabric rustles with a disturbing sound as the Pocong glides through moonlit landscapes, a sound that mimics the whispers of the paranormal. It is an unsettling appearance, its blurry figure and shadowy face adding to the mystery surrounding it.

The suffering of its unfulfilled destiny and the ghostly torment of a soul caught between this life and the afterlife can be seen in the look of the Pocong. Their funeral shrouds, which are usually connected to death’s finality, represent their suffering, as they live forever in the transitional state between two realms.

Now, picture a hidden route that takes you through a thick, dark forest, eventually leading you to your home. You were always alone as no one else took this route. You got used to this path, however.

One night, you heard an alarming rustling.

Guided by your flashlight, you dismissed it as the many wild animals often roamed the area. But then, a thump-thump sound echoed, an ominous sound unfamiliar to your ears. You aim your flashlight in the distance, which reveals a white figure, tall and distant. In a brief millisecond of a blink, the figure jumps closer with an alarming speed, directly in front of your face. You register the figure with wide eyes, realizing that it was a decaying co**se tightly wrapped in a white shroud.

Terrified, you sprint through the forest, hoping to reach safety in the comforts of your house. As you recounted the eerie encounter to your mother upon arriving home, her face lit up with an odd joy. She explained that the Pocong would be relentless in pursuit of you until its spirit was freed by being untied.

And yet, there was a catch. If you hug the Pocong, it may bring your family fortune and prosperity. With a gleam in her eye, your mother suggested a different course of action. Hug the Pocong, and they say an enormous amount of money and fortune is guaranteed.

Baffled, you heard a thump-thump.

There it was, the Pocong standing right in front of your door.

Are you willing to hug the Pocong?

*****

All in all, I hope you enjoyed these stories.

Asian legends give readers a spine-tingling experience unlike any Western urban legends that fall short of a true scare. The stories of Hachishakusama, Kuchisake-onna, and the Pocong caught my interest as I learned more about them.

However, there are many more legends originating from Asia that caught my attention as well, such as the Daruma-san, the Serbian Dancing Lady, and Teke Teke.

As Areli Hernandez ’25, said, “I think that Asian urban legends are cool. Each story feels like a mysterious journey with many creepy twists and turns. They are all intriguing, yet kind of nerve-wracking at the same time.”

And I couldn’t agree more.

Credited website: https://thesciencesurvey.com/spotlight/2024/03/12/haunting-urban-legends-across-asia/

04/23/2025

Fashioned as a giant log cabin, this cavernous honky-tonk looms on Route 66. It was built by a taxidermist in 1931 to house his immense collection of stuffed dead animals, some of which remain today. That’s how the Museum Club earned its long-running nickname, “The Zoo,” and it can be a little disconcerting to catch a glimpse of glassy eyes peering at you from the shadows.
Don Scott put the Museum Club on the map as a country music showcase after buying it in the 1960s. Scott, who had toured with Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, enticed big-name stars like Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings to perform.

Sadly, Scott’s ownership ended in tragedy. His wife Thorna tumbled down the stairs and died in 1973. Shattered by the loss, Scott shot himself in front of the fireplace two years later. Today, Thorna’s ghost is seen in dark booths and behind the back bar, where she’s sometimes mistaken for a bartender by confused customers.

Credited website: https://www.azcentral.com/story/travel/arizona/2023/10/20/arizona-ghost-stories-haunted-places/71235293007/

04/08/2025

The Maine hermit

For decades, people who vacationed in central Maine’s North Pond area were puzzled by items that would go missing. Batteries and food from cabins, flashlights from camping tents. Rumors spread that a permanent fixture of the area would forage for sustenance and supplies.They were right. For 27 years, Christopher Knight lived alone in the woods, keeping tabs on the hikers, canoeists, and other temporary residents of the grounds. When he was confronted by a game warden in 2013, Knight admitted he was responsible for an average of around 40 robberies a year. Despite the likely protestations of family and friends who dismissed tales of a hermit lurking somewhere in the woods, his identification proved that someone had been watching—and waiting—for nearly three decades

Credited website: https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/558314/urban-legends-that-turned-out-to-be-true

04/06/2025

Ghosts Of Abducted Children Hang Out At A Cemetery Playground In Huntsville, AL

In 1822, the people of Huntsville, AL, built Maple Hill, one of their first cemeteries. There's a playground in the middle of the cemetery, and locals claim strange phenomena occur there late at night, such as swings that move on their own, glowing orbs, and mysterious voices and laughter.

According to legend, several children disappeared in the 1960s, and they inexplicably ended up dead at the playground. The legend of Dead Children's Playground holds a special place in the residents' culture. Thus, when builders took down play structures to make room for more graves, people complained until the city built a new playground.

Credited website: https://www.ranker.com/list/urban-legends-from-every-state/erin-mccann

03/01/2025

The Beast of Bladenboro
Bladenboro is a small community surrounded by pine forests and swamps at the southeastern edge of the North Carolina piedmont. It was also the setting for the greatest monster flap North carolina has ever seen.

The story begins in Bladen County in the town of Clarkton. On Decmeber 29, 1953 a local woman heard her neighbors’ dogs barking and whimpering. When she went out to investigate, she saw a large, cat-like creature skulk off into the darkness. That was the first sighting of The Beast of Bladenboro. Two days later, the creature would strike. On New Year’s Eve, Bladenboro Police Chief Roy Fores was called out to the farm of Woody Storm. Two of Storm’s dogs had been killed by something large and powerful. The poor dog’s bodies had been completely drained of blood.

More reports started coming in. D.G. Pait said he watched from his service station as a dog was attacked by a large creature and dragged into the woods. Chief Fores was inundated with reports of dogs being attacked from across the county. People said they saw an animal “like a bear or a panther” that was “three feet long, twenty inches high, with a long tail and a cat’s face.” Others reported hearing the creature’s scream coming from the swamps near the town, saying it sounded “like a woman with a knife stuck in her back.”

On January 1, the bodies of two more dogs were discovered. These, too, had been drained of blood. Chief Fores decided it was time to call for help.

A team of professional hunters was brought in from Wilmington to track down the animal. Chief Fores accompanied the tracking party and said he saw footprints “the size of a silver dollar.”

Then, on January 5, the Beast of Bladenboro attacked a human.

That evening, Mrs. C.E. Kinslaw heard the sound of whimpering dogs outside of her house. She went outside to investigate. She saw a large, cat-like creature rush towards her. Mrs. Kinslaw screamed and her husband rushed outside. The beast was frightened off and fled back into the woods.

The Raleigh News and Observer front-page article covering Mrs. Kinslaw's encounter with the animal.
The Raleigh News and Observer front-page article covering Mrs. Kinslaw’s encounter with the animal.
Newspapers picked up the story, and soon Bladenboro was overwhelmed with a flurry of hunters coming in, eager to bag the beast. Over 600 men from as far away as Tennessee descended on the town. A fully armed pack of fraternity brothers from UNC Chapel Hill made its way down to the town to see about putting the beast’s head on their wall.

But nobody knew exactly what they were hunting. Speculation began running rampant. Some thought that it was a Carolina Panther, a species of large cat that had lived in the area until the early 20th Century, but was now thought to be extinct. Others said they were dealing with a coyote or stray dog. Most of those who had descended on Bladen County thought that the only way to find out for sure what the beast was would be by by killing it.

The town was terrified. Ev Butler, who was a young man in Bladenboro at the time, recalled “Night time was the feared time around these parts. As the sun set, the entire community on the west side of town went indoors and didn’t come out unless necessary.”

The dark swamps nestled between the tributaries of the Cape Fear River near Bladenboro, where the Beast of Bladenboro was said to have hidden.
The dark swamps nestled between the tributaries of the Cape Fear River near Bladenboro, where the Beast of Bladenboro was said to have hidden.
The fear of the beast had a very real effect on Mr. Butler and his family, “We didn’t live in the town limits at that time and almost everyone had an outdoor privy… To supplement the outside convenience, most houses had a ‘thunder jug’, a big jug that could be used at night and emptied into the privy during the day. That jug got plenty of use during the scare.”

Deciding that things were getting too dangerous, Bladenboro Mayor Bob Fussell and Chief Fores called an end to the hunt. On January 13th, taking an unusually large bobcat that had been trapped by a local farmer, the two men hung it up a flagpole in the center of town. They posted a sign underneath stating “This is the Beast of Bladenboro.”

After a week or so, things settled back to normal. The hunters left town, and the reports of killings stopped coming in. Whatever the Beast of Bladenboro was, it had vanished back into the night and the swamps from where it had first emerged.

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So what was the Beast of Bladenboro?

There was certainly something that killed some dogs in the woods of Bladen County in the early days of 1954. But what exactly that something was and whether it warranted the hype that went around it remains unknown.

And there was a lot of hype. But hype was something that Bladenboro knew well. For a small North Carolina town, Bladenboro was home to an unusually high number of showmen in prominent positions. Among these was the mayor, Woodrow “Bob” Fussell, who also happened to be the owner of the local movie theater.

It was Mayor Fussell who first called the newspapers and organized the party of professional hunters to come in from Wilmington. It was also Fussell who booked a horror movie called “The Big Cat” into his theater at the peak of the excitement, advertising “Now you can see the Cat! We’ve got him on our screen! And in Technicolor!”

Mayor and movie theater owned Bob Fussell booked The Bg Cat at the peak of the excitment.
Mayor and movie theater owned Bob Fussell booked The Bg Cat at the peak of the excitment.
The early 1950s were the height of the craze for gimmicks promoting films, with producers like William Castle installing buzzers in the seats of movie houses and having ambulances waiting outside in case anyone was overcome with terror during a show. Fussell can’t be blamed for knowing a good gimmick when he saw one.

The was also another Bladenboro resident, Dick “The Half-Man” Hilburn, who, despite being born with no legs and only one arm, had a genuinely remarkable career. Hilburn had traveled with the circus for some years, working as a tattoo artist and running a sideshow with his partner Carl “The Frog Boy” Norwood. Hilburn had returned to his hometown of Bladenboro after tiring of constantly traveling with the sideshow. Hilburn was a much-loved member of the Bladenboro community. This remarkable man was known for endlessly entertaining children, doing tricks on a skateboard, and causing people to marvel at the seemingly endless number of feats he could accomplish despite his disability.

Dick Hilburn cashed in on the excitement by making Beast of Bladenboro souvenirs.
Dick Hilburn cashed in on the excitement by making Beast of Bladenboro souvenirs
In addition to his many other skills, Hilburn was a talented artist who had set up shop as a sign painter when he returned home. When the monster madness began going around, Hilburn saw opportunity. He began to produce license plates and other memorabilia with the vampire beast painted on it. He had no trouble selling them to the scores of hunters who had descend on the town.

Describing the incident years later, Mayor Fussell confessed “A Little publicity never hurt a small town,” and stated that the beast was “10% real, 90% imagination.”

Fussell definitely had a hand in stoking that imagination, but he never anticipated how out of control the situation would get. The story had hit the papers in an otherwise slow news week, getting a great deal more attention and trouble than expected. The only other big item of regional interest that week was a local-boy-makes-good story about a little-known comedian named Andy Griffith making his first appearance on The Tonight Show.

National news was slow that week as well, and newspapers from across the nation picked up the sensational story. As a result, far more people than could be managed by Bladen County’s very small police force flocked into the town. With that much overexcitement and that many guns, Chief Fores was afraid that there could be consequences. The decision to call an end to the hunt came about because of the very real danger that an overanxious hunter would shoot someone thinking he was killing the beast.

The article from the Raleigh News and Observer on the killing of the bobcat.
The article from the Raleigh News and Observer on the killing of the bobcat.
What was the beast? What exactly it was that killed those dogs will never be known. But dogs disappearing or being killed in a rural community isn’t all that rare of an occurrence. A fabulous story about a vampire killing dogs that thousands of people across the nation become engrossed with definitely happens much less often.

But the excitement that started the whole affair may have been helped along from within the town.

To some people, seeing a bunch of fools chase through the woods looking for an imaginary monster can be a good for a laugh. There have been persistent rumors that a group of men in Bladenboro fanned the flames of the story, spreading more and more exaggerated tales of the beast to the news media, just to see who would believe them. The Beast of Bladenboro incident mat have been the largest snipe hunt in history.

Today, the fuss in 1954 is a source of pride for Bladenboro and the town even hosts a yearly Beast Fest to commemorate the event.

Credited website:https://northcarolinaghosts.com/piedmont/the-beast-of-bladenboro/

01/12/2025

Bourbon orleans hotel

New Orleans has long held a reputation as one of the most haunted U.S. cities, so it only follows that some of the Big Easy’s hotels have supernatural visitors.

The French Quarter property that is now home to the Bourbon Orleans Hotel was originally a theater and ballroom, constructed in the early 1800s and destroyed by a fire in 1816. The remains were purchased by entrepreneur John Davis, who commissioned British-born architect Henry Latrobe—who designed the U.S. State Capitol—to rebuild both the theater and ballroom. The newly constructed, 1,300-seat theater placed New Orleans on the map as one of the country’s major cultural centers and was the setting for hundreds of Creole soirees, plays, and operas.

In 1881, the property was sold to the Sisters of the Holy Family, the first Black American religious order in the country. While it was under the Sisters’ care, the ballroom (the theater burned in another fire in 1886) would serve as a school, orphanage, and a makeshift hospital for children sick with yellow fever. The property was sold to Bourbon Kings Hotel Corporation in 1964, and it has been welcoming overnight guests ever since.

Credited website:

Yes, you can check in—but will you ever check out?

01/12/2025

The Emily Morgan hotel

Sitting in the heart of downtown San Antonio, The Emily Morgan Hotel – a DoubleTree by Hilton property – is no stranger to the supernatural. Countless strange occurrences have been reported by staff and guests: phones ringing in the middle of the night with no one on the other line, inexplicable sounds coming from unoccupied rooms, elevators going to the wrong floor and ghostly figures wandering the halls. Video cameras have even captured what appear to be bright orbs floating around the hotel at times.

Some travelers attribute these spooky hauntings to the hotel's eerie history. The property was once used as the city's Medical Arts Building, featuring its own morgue, crematorium and psychiatric wing. It also overlooks the legendary Alamo, the site of a gruesome battle during the Texas Revolution. Book your San Antonio trip to coincide with the Día de los Mu***os festival around Halloween to experience the country's largest celebration of the Mexican holiday to honor deceased loved ones.

Credited website: https://travel.usnews.com/features/the-most-haunted-hotels-in-america

11/18/2024

felixstowe fire demon

Felixstowe is a port town nestled on the North Sea coast of Suffolk, England. The bustling hub offers a plethora of fascinating sights, but none so strange as the one seen by a trio of friends who were joy riding through the town on their way toward Essex at approximately 10:30 pm. on the evening of September 20, 1965.

The group consisted of the driver, 25 year-old Geoffrey Maskey, and his passengers, Mavis Fordyce and Michael Johnson. In what must have been an effort to preserve gas (or perhaps indulge in an ill advised mid-drive libation break) Maskey pulled over to the curb next to a hedgerow on the isolated, tree lined Walton Avenue.

The youngsters were engaged in lively conversation when Johnson abruptly opened the car door and walked out into the murky night. Fordyce and Maskey exchanged perplexed glances as their cohort vanished into the Stygian blackness, but simply assumed that he must be answering “nature’s call.”

Just moments after Johnson disappeared behind the shrubbery skirting the woods, Maskey and Fordyce heard what they described as a “high-pitched humming” sound… and that’s when things started to get weird. Fordyce grew anxious as the disconcerting sound began overwhelming them and Maskey leaned out the window to try and ascertain the origin of the annoying noise.

It was then that he spied an oval-shaped, orange object suspended in the sky over 90-feet above his car. He estimated that the UFO was about 6-foot wide and both he and Fordyce claimed that it was glowing so brightly that it bathed the surrounding countryside in its eerie orange glow.

Without warning, the humming object shot away from the vehicle and vanished beyond the trees. The pair stared at each other in silent astonishment, when it suddenly dawned on them that Johnson was still in the woods… and that he might no longer be alone.

The apprehensive duo — both of whom were reticent to leave the car and wander into the forest wherein the UFO and their friend were lurking — began shouting their Johnson’s name to no avail. Maskey threw his vehicle in reverse and he and Fordyce continued to bellow in vain for their missing comrade.

The apprehensive duo — neither one excited about the prospect of entering the shadow shrouded forest wherein the UFO and their friend were lurking — remained in the car and began shouting for Johnson to no avail. Maskey threw his vehicle in reverse and he and Fordyce continued to bellow in vain for their missing comrade.

Suddenly, Johnson emerged from the wooded area and staggered into the road with a dazed expression adorning his face. Maskey hoped that he was just having a go at them, but as soon as Johnson collapsed in the middle of the street he knew that this was no laughing matter.

Although still frightened, Fordyce and Maskey wasted time in exiting the vehicle and running to their friend’s aid. They found Johnson laying motionless on the asphalt, totally unconscious. When they realized that they could not wake their friend, Fordyce and Maskey hefted the inert Johnson and dragged him back to the car.

Fordyce did her best to make Johnson comfortable as Maskey hopped behind the wheel and sped away from the forbidding forest and the strange orange light toward the nearby Felixstowe hospital.

Once at the hospital Johnson regained consciousness, but he was suffering from amnesia and could not recognize the friends who had rescued him, much to their dismay. The doctors on duty at the relatively small hospital diagnosed Johnson as having succumbed to a serious shock.

They also noted that he had unusual burn marks on the back of his neck and a contusion above his right ear. The doctors then decided that it would be prudent to transfer Johnson to the hospital of Ipswich, which was far better equipped to deal with Johnson’s injuries and psychological condition.

The following day Johnson recovered his senses and when his friends came to visit them he told them of his harrowing encounter with an ostensibly alien entity in the woods next to Walton Avenue. Johnson claimed that when he abruptly got out of the car the night before he was compelled to do so by an unknown “force,” which insisted that he go into the woods.

Johnson told his friends and doctors that he was forced to walk into the dark forest — although he was unable to recall exactly how far — where he encountered what he described as a humanoid being with the large sloping eyes that were glowing in the darkness.

He also claimed that the odd creature was engulfed by orange flames. It was at that point that he blacked out.

Johnson swore that he had no memories of what transpired next, until he woke up the following morning in a hospital bed. It goes without saying that the doctors who heard this young man’s bizarre tale were skeptical to say the least and the newspaper reporters from the Ipswich Evening Star who published the strange account on September 21, 1965, were equally incredulous.

Nevertheless, Johnson’s friends — who had bore witness to the fiery, egg-shaped UFO with their own eyes — believed their buddy and knew all too well that something strange and terrifying had transpired in the woods near Walton Avenue that dark night.

Whether or not this creature was a UFO pilot from OUT OF THIS WORLD or a demonic entity hailing from the supernatural landscape that dwells BEYOND MYTHOLOGY, the burn scars on Johnson’s neck serve as a testament to this truly bizarre event.

credited website: https://new-cryptozoology.fandom.com/wiki/Felixstowe_Fire_Demon

11/18/2024

the dover demon

The Dover Demon is a legendary creature that has mystified and intrigued Massachusetts residents since it was initially sighted in 1977. The Dover Demon is one of the most commonly searched cryptids in America and local to the area. It is most frequently described as having a large, misshapen head and glowing orange eyes, though one eyewitness reported green eyes.

Renowned historian and professional sports announcer John Horrigan noted that the first documented sighting of the Dover Demon was made by teenager William Bartlett. Bartlett claimed to have encountered a creature with "tendril-like fingers" while on a broken wall on Farm Street in Dover. Within the following 24 hours, two other teenagers also reported seeing the creature. Loren Coleman, as mentioned by Horrigan, affectionately bestowed the moniker "Dover Demon" upon it.

While there have been only sporadic sightings since those initial three, the allure of searching for this enigmatic entity remains undiminished. In 2009, it garnered attention through its appearance on the Animal Planet show "Lost Tapes" and the Travel Channel's "Most Unexplained." Additionally, it has been featured in numerous books dedicated to the subjects of cryptozoology and unexplained phenomena in New England.

Since its first appearance in 1997, the Dover Demon has evolved into a cultural phenomenon and an iconic symbol of Massachusetts. Various figures and memorabilia have been created in its likeness. Due to the scarcity of recent sightings, depictions and descriptions of the Dover Demon continue to portray it as a hairless, alien-like entity. It appears to be a benign creature that flees from those who claim to have seen it, rendering it an ideal local cryptid.

Notably, the Dover Demon has not been substantiated by any credible reports since April 1977. Many skeptics contend that it may have been a misidentified owl or the result of teenagers playing pranks during a school vacation. However, a substantial number of individuals choose to entertain the notion that an unknown and harmless presence dwells in the woods of Dover or that it may have been an extraterrestrial being that has since returned to its place of origin. The enigma surrounding the Dover Demon persists, particularly in regards to its authenticity and continued existence.

credited website: https://hometownweekly.net/hometown-news/the-legend-of-the-dover-demon/

11/18/2024

the 1962 Halloween massacre.

In 1962, it was very common for partygoers to create their own Halloween masks from plaster, burlap fabric, and paint. If you were really strapped for cash you asked your neighbor if he had any chicken wire left in his shed and you used paper mache.

In 1962, a fairly small town was about to see its worst event in its history 20 years before it and well over 20 years after it happened. We're talking maybe 30 kids in the graduating class kind of small.

The high schoolers who did decide to meet up at Marla's house that year all knew that Marlas dad was a drinker and that it'd be easy to pull up some cheap beer from her fridge. Especially as she made a point to whisper by the lockers to anyone she'd invite that her old man would be out of town for Halloween this year and that "It'd be real nice if you stop by." She would repeat that phrase to anyone in the hall.

So that Halloween night a bunch of kids from high school made their masks and headed out to Marlas for the evening. They did regular teenager rowdiness, dragging the boulevard in Kenny's mother's Coup, or throwing water grenades at neighborhood mailboxes (Back then it was Ellingtons Water Grenades, nowadays everyone just calls 'em water balloons.)

The trick-or-treat children stopped knocking at the door around 9:30. More than one bottle was laying around open at that point. Tommy had a new polaroid that had a flash and everything as he asked everyone to gather together to get a photo. Everyone piled in from the floor to way up high wearing their masks.

But there was one person.

One person in a black hooded mask reminiscent of an executioner in the middle of the crowd. No one would realize how important that image of that one person would be until the next day.

The evening was getting later, and this is where many accounts get real fuzzy. Someone described how they saw a dowel rod propped onto the top half of the window on the outside placed real quietly. They thought it was strange but brushed it off.

Some say Marla and Tommy were in a bedroom down the hall and were first found by Karen, their throats slit deep-like and gushing out blood in small spurts down their front.

Karen was about to scream, but felt the knife come in her back so suddenly she lost all her breath from it puncturing her right lung. We only know this from where they found her, and how she was described during the autopsy.

But at that point, someone in the front room saw Karen when she dropped down. Screams erupted and the entire house broke out into a panic. Rushing for the front door they found it jammed. A large porch chair had been propped under the handle and it wouldn't budge. The windows blocked by the wooden dowel rods.

The man in the black hooded mask swung the knife around expertly. Someone said he was being very careful as to how he held it as it was slick with blood. Almost as if he'd done something like that a thousand times.

Frankly, when you live in a small town like ours, growing up on a farm it isn't uncommon to know how much pressure to apply to a pigs throat. Or the angle needed to snap a chickens neck. But this man was something else.

They say he had no hesitancy when he gutted Marla, or when he was able to finish off three other victims before he took his leave through ONE window he'd left open.

Police found Tommy's photos and a couple of days after that the mask itself was found on the side of the road heading out of town toward the mountainside, but to this day no one knows who that was.

credited website: https://vocal.media/horror/urban-legend-1962-halloween-massacre

now just to let everyone know I believe i have found the original group photo that was taken.

10/04/2024

The legend and story of El Cucuy has been very famous, especially in Hispanic households. Parents usually use this story to scare children. According to a“Scary Studies” article by “Benjamin Roussey, “El Cucuy originates from European Spanish-speaking countries, but founded in Mexico. Some people call El Cucuy “Coco” which could stand for coconut but also in certain uses stands for “skull” or “head.” Its skin is brown like the shell of coconut & ample hair.” The earliest knowledge of El Cucuy is from the 17th century. The myth of El Cucuy started in Mexico but some of the stories also come from Venezuela, Guatemala, Peru, Chile, El Salvador, etc. El Cucuy is known for capturing (taking) and devouring (eating) children. Euronews states, “El Coco, like Baba Yaga, has quite the taste for children. Specifically, misbehaving children.” As stated by Dartmouth University, “El Cucuy’ is essentially the Latin equivalent of a bogeyman. He is of short stature, hairy, and evil, and supposedly attacks children that are disobeying their elders. A child must go to bed on time, mustn’t steal, and mustn’t horse around or the Cucuy will come and grab them. Cucuy does not visit obedient children who listen to their parents.” This means that El Cucuy will only take disobedient children, and kids will have to respect their elders so they would not get taken away from El Cucuy. El Cucuy is said to attack and take kids in their sleep because they are being disrespectful and aren’t respecting their elders. In my opinion I think that in order to not get taken away by El Cucuy all you have to do is start respecting your elders and respect people with kindness. A lot of people are also scared of El Cucuy because he is a tall, grungy animal-like creature. El Cucuy is furry, tall, and has rough hair. He wears a cape and has a hat that makes him look mysterious. Scary Studies also states that, “Among the other distinctive physical characteristics, El Cucuy is said to have large bat-like ears, red eyes that glow in the dark, and a set of large, razor-sharp teeth that can remind you of the barracuda fish.”



In conclusion, El Cucuy haunts bad and misbehaving kids

credited website: https://bulldogbugle.com/21401/showcase/el-cucuy/