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La plantación Myrtles

añadido28 de agosto de 2026

Una hacienda de Luisiana anunciada como una de las casas más embrujadas de Estados Unidos. Su relato más conocido es el de Chloe, una mujer esclavizada con turbante verde: no está documentado, pero lleva bastante más de un siglo sin apagarse.

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Playa de Dumas

Una playa de arena negra en la costa de Guyarat, usada mucho tiempo como campo de cremación hindú. Los relatos locales atribuyen el negro de la arena a la ceniza y hablan de voces y risas que se oyen en la playa de noche; las desapariciones se achacan a quienes salieron a caminar por la orilla después del anochecer. Las autoridades cierran la playa de noche, lo que no hace más que favorecer su fama.

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El lago Pontchartrain, a las puertas del vudú

El enorme estuario salobre junto a Nueva Orleans, en cuyas orillas se celebraron ritos de vudú durante todo el siglo XIX, sobre todo las reuniones de la víspera de San Juan que dirigía Marie Laveau en el Bayou St. John. Todavía aparecen de noche restos de ofrendas: velas, monedas, huesos. Un puente de casi cuarenta kilómetros cruza el lago, y desde su mitad no se ve ninguna orilla: una sensación que los de allí consideran razón suficiente para no cruzarlo con niebla.

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Honey Island Swamp and Its Monster

Standing over 7.5 feet tall and weighing between 400-500+ pounds, the Honey Island Swamp Monster — also known as the Louisiana Wookie — is said to be covered in a thick coat of matted gray or brown hair and swamp weed. Its yellow eyes are seemingly reptilian, and the smell it emits has been called the stench of death. This primitive creature has long been blamed for the deaths of livestock and the mysterious disappearances of children in adjacent areas. Popular lore in the region is that the Honey Island Swamp Monster might be the horrifying product of a union between a chimpanzee and an alligator. And in the darkly primordial swamplands that must look much the same now as they did thousands of years ago, the existence of almost any creature seems possible — no matter how ominous. One of the strangest legends surrounding the Honey Island Swamp Monster revolves around a train wreck which allegedly occurred near the Pearl River in the early part of the 20th century. According to this legend, the train was full of exotic animals from a traveling circus, which fled into the swamps after the train derailed. While most of the creatures would soon perish in the harsh swamp land, the legend goes on to tell us that a troop of chimpanzees managed to survive and even went as far as to interbreed with alligators. The result was a strange colony of reptilian like mammals. However, this is impossible, because monkeys and alligators cannot interbreed. The Honey Island Swamp Monster is alleged to have a foul stench like other cryptids specifically in the Hairy Hominids category (Bigfoot, Skunk ape, Missouri monster, etc.), possibly due to the marsh's natural smell.

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Fouke and the Boggy Creek Monster

In the area of Fouke, Arkansas in Miller County, southeast of Texarkana, allegedly lives the Boggy Creek Monster. In these sparsely populated, forested hills of the Ozarks, the Boggy Creek Monster, also referred to as the Fouke Monster, has been a legend of the area since the 1840s. This Bigfoot-like creature is said to be about seven feet tall, walks upright, has a smelly, animal-like odor, and is covered with hair. The Arkansas version of Sasquatch or Bigfoot, this hairy beast has a reputation for killing chickens, livestock, and dogs in the area, though has never been known to harm humans. In the late 1860s, the beast allegedly harassed two families living outside Fouke and the legend quickly spread. In 1973, the tale of the Boggy Creek Monster was made into an extremely poor low budget movie called The Legend of Boggy Creek. In 1997, there were more than 40 sightings of the Boggy Creek creature and in 1998, reports said that the hairy beast was seen walking along a dry creek bed about five miles south of town. Whether a legend or reality, the town of Fouke once capitalized on the legend, with signs throughout the town and a gift shop near Boggy Creek that provided Monster souvenirs. Today, Monster Mart continues to cater to tourists with souvenirs. We really had to search for the creek, which we finally found south of town, marked only by a small plaque on the bridge. Boggy Creek Bridge, Arkansas Boggy Creek Bridge, Arkansas, by Kathy Alexander. The Fouke Monster was allegedly last seen near the junction of the Sulphur and Red Rivers.

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Fuerte de Bhangarh

Las ruinas de una ciudad india del siglo XVII, declarada oficialmente por el Servicio Arqueológico de la India el lugar más embrujado del país: la entrada está prohibida después de la puesta de sol.

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The Black Lady of Nesvizh Castle

Belarus's best-known ghost is Barbara Radziwiłł, the Polish queen who died in 1551 at twenty-nine. The story goes that her husband Sigismund Augustus was so undone by her death that he had her spirit summoned; the rite went wrong, and she has walked the galleries of the family castle at Nesvizh ever since. The castle is real and on the UNESCO list, tours run daily, and the Black Lady is the one exhibit that does not appear in the museum inventory.

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The White Caver

The underground counterpart of the Black Climber, known to everyone who goes into caves across the former Soviet Union. What makes him white is calcite, settled on his clothes over years below ground. Meeting him traditionally means the party has lost the route. Cavers have a half-joking initiation rite for newcomers in which he is described — a rare case of folklore whose carriers know perfectly well it is folklore, and which is none the weaker for it.