This legend is from the 50s, I believe. The city is Curitiba.
A man and a woman danced through the night; and, after leaving the danceteria, it was cold outdoors, so he lent her his black cape. He takes her home and then leaves, only to realise too late that he forgot his black cape with her.
In the next day, he goes back to her home, to retrieve his black cape and flirt a bit. Her parents meet him; and they tell him that their daughter passed away years and years ago. They even show him a photo of her, and to his puzzlement the woman in the photo - allegedly dead for years - was identical to the one who danced with him, in the preceding day.
He asks her parents about her tomb. He goes to the cemetery, still a bit sceptic, but with some carnations to leave on her tomb "just in case". She was indeed buried where her parents indicated. And his black cape was there, neatly folded, over the tomb.
There’s a large cave dubbed “Satan’s Cave.” Compasses always point into the cave. When the NYC reservoir system was created, the municipality bought all of the homes in the low altitude towns. They then dammed up the area and let the rainwater collect, flooding the neighborhoods, houses and all. The bottom of the cave filled with water, and began billowing cool water vapor all year round.
It turns out the cave is one of the largest known lodestone deposits. Lodestone is naturally magnetic, which is why compasses always point into the cave. The cave originally had a massive drop shortly after the entrance, that led into one of the aforementioned towns. When the town was flooded, the reservoir water piped up the cool cave, causing the water vapor to be perpetually emitted.
That's so cool. Even with a rational explanation, I bet that the vapor coming off the cave is still creepy.
Oh it totally is. Feels great on a hot day too.
Well shit, I grew one town over from there. Pretty sure that's right by our cliff diving spot on the Croton Falls Reservoir. I never went in it most kids in highschool knew some "facts" about that mine.
Totes. I’ve been pulled out of the reservoir by the DEP for jumping off the Carmel cliffs on many an occasion.
I'm from Sugar Land, Texas. If that sounds familiar, Steven Spielberg made a movie involving it called The Sugarland Express. It was also the home to the Imperial Sugar Company, long-time leading refiner and supplier of cane sugar in America.
The refinery that the city was founded around is gone now, but it was so old that the township of Sugar Land predates the statehood of Texas. The age of the refinery is important to note, because there used to be two refineries in the southern Texas territory back in those days.
The Story goes that the owner of Imperial Sugar, Samuel May Williams, who was also an American politician, somehow pissed off Santa Anna. As in leader of the Mexican Army, "Remember the Alamo" Santa Anna. He vowed to bring his army and burn Imperial Sugar to the ground in retaliation for the offense. Along the way they got turned around and he accidentally sacked the competing refinery instead. Imperial Sugar owes its existence to one of the most feared figures in early American history having a bad sense of direction.
I once wrote (most of) a novel referencing Santa Ana. Never heard of that story of his. That's awesome.
(I'd been going for the Elmore Leonard / Carl Hiaasen feel and couldn't achieve it.)
There are a number of legends surrounding the pirate Klaus Störtebeker, who was active in the 14th century. The most popular one is probably that when he and his crew were facing execution, he made a deal with the mayor of Hamburg that if he manages to walk past any of his fellow prisoners after his beheading, they'd be spared. His headless body supposedly walked past eleven pirates until the executioner made him stumble. The mayor did not keep his word and all 73 members of the crew were killed.
There is a bridge north east of town, that if you stop and turn off the car, your car won't start back up because a torso was found beneath it decades ago and the murder was never solved.
A school sign had weed growing under it because the school was called Miami High.
Which breaks out to Mi-am-i High.
It didn't help that the school was in a rough part of the city.
There have been a few legendary explanations, which I forget, but Echo Point/The Center of the Universe in Tulsa is freaky.
There's a pedestrian bridge going over the tracks downtown. Very cool place! One small spot is quite special.
If you stand on it and speak, you'll hear your own words echoing in your ear. A listener 4' feet away hears nothing unusual. You must stand on the flagstone, even 1' away and you lose the effect.
I was literally going to mention the Center of the Universe lol. It's got some crazy acoustics.
One of our haunted houses called the Hex House is based on a legend of a lady who kept a couple of women "hexed" as slaves in her basement. The police found them and the owner did jail time.
I don't know if this fits the bill but, for several years, I heard the story of a man who had been released from an asylum and spent all his time on the sidewalk of a large road pretending to be a tree, raising his hands and fingers as if they were branches and bushes and would wave them in case of wind (also imitating their noise). He was nicknamed after a specific type of tree I don't remember now
I've never met the guy, but it stuck with me since I heard the same story from various people who didn't know each other
Edit: grammar
https://whiterocklake.org/lady-of-the-lake/ there's a few versions, but Dallas' lady of the lake is a fun one.
Man, fuck that site. Won't allow you to decline cookies.
spooky af
Meh, Privacy Badger does a pretty good job with most trackers. Any tracking files that do get through are deleted when my browser is closed, as I use private mode unless I have to log in somewhere.
If you don't have a ad blocker or such, you can just put "Niles Canyon Ghost" or "Niles White Witch" into any search engine and you will see a bunch of stories. (Chaplin films were made in the area, so that may have helped the stories grow)
Donkey Lady, Midget Mansion, and the Ghost Tracks are probably the big 3 ghost story urban legends here in San Antonio. There are a bunch though, Chinese graveyard, robber baron cave, Dancing Devil, Fang Baby, Woman Hollering Creek/La Llorona, just to name a few.
Outside of Pittsburgh in North Park is Blue Myst Road. The story I heard is someone hung themself from an overhanging tree branch, and if you stop your car and honk 3 times it won't start back up.
There are also two gravestones in a nearby cemetary that are leaning toward each other due to subsidance, that people say were forbidden lovers of some such, still yearning to make contact.
https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/pennsylvania/pittsburgh/haunted-street-pittsburgh/
https://nashuproar.org/48095/features/petrifying-pittsburgh/
A local lady who lived next to a 4 way stop intersection out in the countryside called the nearest town's police to complain that she could see that everyone was rolling through the stop signs.
The small town sent one of their 2 patrol cars, and parked up near the intersection to catch people. The story goes that the first person the police pulled over was the same lady who called in the complaint.
The officer realized this, and immediately got back in his car and drove back to town.
Other than that, some local farmers were said to have shot at people for walking on their land.
Not sure if this counts, but it's said there's buried treasure within the town, with a riddle marking where it's located.
Plot twist: I buried the treasure
In my hometown there was a regular flooding about every ten years, that put around one meter of water in the middle of the town. So they built a ‚big‘ (for that town) Damm to keep the water away.
They did make it just high enough to prevent a flooding for all but the floods that happen every 100 years.
Should that particularly high flooding come though, the Damm will break and the town will be gone.
That Damm is now about 50-80 years old, and floods will likely become worse with the climate catastrophe.
I think nobody knows what will happen if that ultra high flood occurs.
In 2002 Germany had one of its worst floods in centuries. Some towns were literally washed away, dozens of people were killed, billions in damages.
The federal and state governments paid for extensive flood protection programmes after that.
A friend of mine lived in a town who voted against it. The logic of these stupid yockels? The flood was a once in a century flood,so they should be good now. And a flood wall would impede the view, their historic downtown center wouldn't be as nice anymore,etc. So they refused a flood protection system the community wouldn't have to pay a dime for.
In 2013 there was a far worse flood. But damages while still substantial were far smaller than 2002. Because of the better protection in most places. The town my friend once lived in? It got flooded the second time, sued by its neighbouring towns because they got flooded from there.
One of the towns I grew up the longest in (I moved a lot as a kid) has a river running through it that Gary Ridgeway would dump his victims’ bodies. I lived about a 15 minute drive from one of the dumping grounds.
One of my elementary school friends also claims that an older siblings of theirs was murdered by ridgeway, but it hasn’t been officially confirmed.
