Whispers From The Shadows:Folklore,Urban Legends And Real Life-horrors
Just One More Day At College
Storyteller
It was just another day at college, but the excitement was palpable. The next day, we would present our theater play inspired by Bertolt Brecht. In the basement, there was a small theater with a capacity of up to 100 people, but there was also an area where the lights remained off, and the bathrooms and water fountains seemed abandoned.
Kwon Seulgi
It seems really creepy
Storyteller
My friend Luísa and I had a peculiar gift: we could feel and see strange things. During rehearsal, as we prepared, a sensation swept through the room, as if something or someone had passed between us and the other classmates. The chill was intense, even though the temperature in the space was neither too cold nor too warm. Concerned that I might be imagining things, I asked Luísa to confirm what she had felt. To my surprise, she had also noticed something.
Kwon Seulgi
And that was...?
Storyteller
She described seeing a woman in a veil, looking like someone from the 1970s or 80s, perhaps the founder of the college, Dulcina de Moraes. The atmosphere of the place always carried a strange energy, and we wondered: could that woman be a lost soul, someone who had died nearby and didn’t know how to move on? Or maybe she was an entity warning us about something that was about to happen, something that would affect us or someone close to us?
Storyteller
That experience remained shrouded in mystery. No one else knew what we had encountered, and the unknown left us intrigued. What really happened that day? The answer lay hidden in the shadows of the college basement.
Storyteller
Based on true events in 2020
The author has something to say: What do you think it was? Because for me it was really strange. Everyone was fine, but me and my friend felt a different atmosphere. This means something is there, and maybe this is why some rooms don't have their lights on.
Kwon Seulgi
What do you think it was?
Storyteller
No one knows, but there are some stories like the founder of that building that was buried under that, and this is why they don't like to use that place.
Curupira
Storyteller
Do you know the story of Curupira?
Katlyn
It is a Brazilian folklore about a creature, usually represented as a wild boy protecting the nature against hunters.
Storyteller
In the dense Amazon rainforest, where light barely penetrated through the treetops, a mysterious presence lingered in the air. It was said that the Curupira, the guardian of the woods, inhabited these shadows. With his feet turned backward, he confused hunters and loggers, leading them to get lost in a labyrinth of trees and darkness.
A wind current pass through
Kwon Seulgi
This is strange
Storyteller
One night, a group of armed men, seduced by promises of wealth, ventured into the forest. They ignored the whispers of the ancients about the Curupira, believing they could tame nature. As they moved deeper, the leaves seemed to murmur, and the night grew heavier, as if the forest itself were warning them.
Storyteller
While hunting, a low, unsettling laughter echoed through the trees. The Curupira watched from afar, his eyes glowing like two embers. He followed them, each of his movements a game of cat and mouse, manipulating the environment. When the men reached a clearing, they felt a chill run down their spines, and in an instant, everything changed.
Katlyn
Nature has some secrets, this is one of them.
Storyteller
The trees shifted, and shadows danced. The Curupira, invisible, used his powers to create illusions. One of the hunters, looking down at the ground, saw tracks that seemed to lead him to a great animal. But when he followed the footsteps, he found himself before a colossal tree, its roots entwined like serpents, trapping him in a deadly embrace.
Storyteller
One by one, the men were captured by their own ambitions, lost in the vastness of the forest. The Curupira laughed, a sound echoing like the snap of dry branches, feeding the legend that those who disrespected nature would be doomed to wander eternally.
Storyteller
Do you know what happened next?
Kwon Seulgi
A group of werewolves attacked them.
Storyteller
No. By morning, only silence remained. The forest, now at peace, kept the secrets of those who had tried to dominate it. And deep within the woods, the Curupira continued to watch, an immortal spirit, always alert, ready to protect his realm from the souls who dared to cross its boundaries.
Based on a brazilian folklore
The author has something to say: I always got confused about the difference between Curupira and Caipora(you will soon see how the story sounds like)and now I really think that Curupira is smart than Caipora. Both work to protect the nature and this is enough.
Blond of W3
Storyteller
On dark nights along W3 in Brasília, a chilling story whispers among the locals. It is said that, not so long ago, a beautiful young blonde would cross the road at night. Dressed in a white gown that shimmered under the streetlights, she captivated the attention of everyone who passed by.
Dylan
I used to be a taxi driver, and I heard a lot about this urban legend. I don't know if it is a dangerous ghost or demon or whatever it does.
Storyteller
One evening, a group of friends was driving down W3. As they slowed near a traffic light, they spotted her.
Antônio
“Look at that girl!” exclaimed, eyes wide. “She’s stunning!”
Henrique
“Yeah, but it’s late. What’s she doing out here alone?” another replied, glancing nervously around.
Storyteller
Suddenly, the car's radio crackled to life, interrupting their chatter. A news report echoed ominously: “A young woman was tragically killed here just a year ago…”
Storyteller
As they turned to discuss it, they heard a soft, haunting cry in the distance.
Antônio
“Did you hear that?” the driver asked, gripping the wheel tightly.
Henrique
“Maybe we should just keep driving,”
one friend suggested, his voice trembling.
Henrique
“I don’t like this.”
Storyteller
Ignoring the warning, they rolled down the window, and the girl appeared, her hair flowing like a ghostly veil.
Storyteller
she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Blond of W3
“I need to find peace.”
The driver stammered, fear creeping into his heart.
Blond of W3
“I’m the one they left behind,”
She replied, her gaze piercing.
Blond of W3
“If you look away, I’ll never find rest.”
Storyteller
The friends exchanged terrified glances, realizing they were caught in her spell.
One shouted, panic rising in his voice.
Storyteller
But it was too late. The chilling cold filled the car, and as they turned to flee, the blonde’s cry echoed louder, filling their minds with dread.
Henrique
“Don’t look back!”
Storyteller
One shouted, but curiosity held them in place. They turned, and in that moment, they were enveloped by darkness.
Blond of W3
“Why did you look?”
She wailed, her voice a mix of sorrow and rage.
Blond of W3
“Now you’ll join me forever.”
Storyteller
The car vanished into the night, leaving only an eerie silence behind, a warning to anyone who dared to tread too close to W3 between 23:00 and 3:00 a.m.
Based on an urban legend of Brasilia in Brazil
The author has something to say: I don't know you, but usually when I am walking in the middle of the night almost day, the only danger nearby is someone kidnapping you or crushing you, and not this kind of thing. People also say that the woman is black or has a dark hair, not exactly a blonde one. Have you ever watched a movie or series with that kind of ghost?
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