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My family always practice this tradition and could say a folklore because as u are born you should put either a red chain or bracelet ok the baby or else he/she may see ghosts in there sleep and could possible lose their voice
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Red lady- well... when i was younger my sisters used to say that when we they were going to sleep on the night i was born they heard something strange from my crib and this continued every night and my eldest sister said that she kept on hearing a lullaby softly from my crib but something was wrong i would cry harder as the song sounded louder and after a week passed she decided to take me out of my crib to sleep with her and my middle sister on their bed which was across the room she said that on that night she saw a red hand/claw reaching out for me and that she screamed holding me and my other sister tight and when my mom entered the room the red lady vanished and my mother wouldn't believe what my eldest sister had said and after that i slept with my mom in her room and the red lady never came to my sisters again.

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your mind is nothing but a container that anyone can fill with lies. the government and society are playing mind control games putting out fake conspiracy theories. the world does not exist the true world is hidden and will never be found I hope this fact haunts you for the rest of your pointless life

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I heard to scare a duende get rum, new mirror and a new guitar. first the duende would start drink and start play the guitar and then the duende would see him self on the mirror and get scared because he ugly.

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I heard to scare a duende get rum, new mirror and a new guitar. first the duende would start drink and start play the guitar and then the duende would see him self on the mirror and get scared because he ugly.

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for a week straight everynight during quarantine around 12 i heard rattling on my bar windows and i even caught it in a voice message once but no one was outside... and when the rattling stopped dogs would randomly start bark... so me sleep with my sister in law lmao

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This is the story of a little village boy named Ben. Like an other boy Ben liked to play with the children on his neighborhood. They would go unto the woods behind their houses and play hide and seek and tag like all children do. One day on their normal playday routine they went to the woods to play but this time they ventured too much into the woods and found a wishing well in the middle of the woods. "Do you think it still works?" asked Ben. "Let's try it," responded one of his friends. One of the boys took out a coin out of his pocket and threw it unto the well and wished that everyone would get a treat when they reach home. They left the woods and went to their own home. The next day they met up again and were shocked. "IT ACTUALLY WORKED!" they all said. Everyday since then they kept going and throwing coins and making wish; but like all good things it came to an end. Their parents started noticing they went into the woods too often and came back with items they never owned and forbid them from going there anymore. The children had developed an addiction to the well and started hearing voices coming from the woods calling them to the well. Ben was becoming very desperate that he escaped out of the house. He gave a loud whistle and the other children knew what it ment. They all rushed towards the woods and met at the wishing well. "Let's wish they dont ever notice we are gone" Ben said. "Yes! let's do it," the others said. "But who has a coin?" Ben asked. They all looked at each other and realized no one had a coin. ~A sacrifice~ ~A sacrifice~ they heard. A voice was coming from the well and talking to them. They all looked at Ben who was close to the well and nodded sadly. They all ran and pushed Ben into the well. Ben's head banged against the wall making a crunching crack on his neck and a large hole on his top left skull. Blood poured from his head like syrup on a pancake. The children with their hearts on their mouth held back the tears and guilt they were feeling. They all left for home with memory of their dear friend Ben which they killed on that well. They had wished for their parents not to know they ever left so Ben's parents memories of their own son had vanished. The children never went back to the woods. Many people say that if you go on a hike or venture too deep into the forest you will find the well. Rumor has it there has been hand prints sightings with blood which seems someone climbed out of the well and if you stay late at night you might find the child himself, Ben. He stayed the same way he died and many say he is always crying blood and pointing at the well before vanishing as if he is trying to tell the story of the betrayal of his friends and how his death happened.

Ben Drowned - My Adaptation

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When its a full moon pregnant women should tie a red ribbon around their belly....

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if u wake up with a random bruise ghost pinch you!

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Smell A Fart

El boracho!!

Everytime halloween get closer and closer, the villagers of San 🤬 were very happy but at the same time they were kind of scared. Scared because there is always one EL BORACHO that circles the village and scares Children and jump into girls room. One halloween EL BORACHO jumped into Burger King in the village of San 🤬 and ate all the burgers and scared the workers. Then english class in finished in 5 mins and we are free to fo!!

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Horror Short Film “The Last Seance” | ALTER

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if dog bark late at night and no one is outside they see ghost!!

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2020 fullmoon
is it coincidence that we haven't had a blue moon in over 800 years and it falls on a Halloween night? which Hispanics  celebrate
all souls and all saints day. let us hope nothing bad happens this Halloween night ;)

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Tata Duende-  they say not to follow strangers into the woods. Also that if you play at night hide and seek he will appear to you. Also that when girls are sleeping at night he will braide their hair.

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Miss i get touch by wah ghost

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I no believe non

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Well i always see shadows or sometimes things moving around. for example when i am watching TV sometimes the volume lowers down or goes up by itself . one day when i was coming from cayo to benque with my cousins we watched towards the river when we saw a girl with a white dress her hair long but she was looking towards the river we get scared so we told our parents. They didn't believe us next day one of my cousins got very sick of a sudden. we took him to our grandma and she said that he saw something bad that's why he is very sick.

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My house

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La Llorona- I was at my grandma's house. While washing the dishes, i watched out the window. This was at night. I saw a shadow like figure. My grandma's house is kinda dark.

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a friend of my uncle used to like go hunt every single day he used to kill animals just for sports but then one day he went hunting  and he did come back for like a week now he is crazy he said he saw a animal infront of him he shoot him but he didnt kill the animal the animal had his teeth full og gold the animal was just making fun of him and he never went hunting again

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scariest fryjack in history... boo

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Based on a true story:
One night a couple were going home on a motorcycle their home was located by the Benque new  cemetery behind my house the women that was riding behind the motorcycle and she saw la llorona and they starred at each other. Few weeks later the woman fell in a deep coma and then died. This happened last two years on the day of the dead.

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One time I went to sandybay with a friend and we got robbed by a gang member and ended up smoking together at the end lml

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La llorona. A Christmas night when my mom,brother and I were coming from benque when we were passing the garbage dump by benque we saw this black shodow pass right infront of the car .
Aimie.H

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In Filipino folklore, there are many superstitions. This especially happens after during the death of a family member. For example, after a wake you're no allowed to go directly home or else the spirit of the dead person will follow you home. Another one is during the funeral service in the church. Family members of the dead person should walk out of the church first, otherwise the person who walked out first will be next to perish. There a lot more but, these are the only ones I know.

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...only show him 8 fingers because he will remove your 2 thumbs.....like ha rass lee picknee...use to play marble with him.👻👻

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la siguanabana idk how you say it in english jaja
She was a bad mother that left her son alone just to find his lover. she would apper to men traveling at night, at first she would be beautiful but then she turns into a horrible woman.

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la llorona was sighted at xunantunich

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Duende

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Jackelanta- this man use to love being on the sea but he died and his ship died (dont ask me how but yeah) he was rich with gold and every night he would be on the sea or at the dock. Everytime you see him he would look at you and never blink his eye he would even smile. His teeth is full of gold.

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old people like talk that duenditos like thief children 

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old people like talk that duenditos like thief children 

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also old people like say that when the such (a really big white owl ) pass by someone will die.
Jose G

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sisitmito

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la llorona
is a woman who drowned her children and roams in waterfront areas mourning her children. it was told that she drowned her children because of the rage she had towards her husband. she saw him with another woman but is consumed with the guilt of what she has done to them. she drown herself hoping she can be with her children in the after life but she is unable.

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Dulce- xooch

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xtabai- Most of the legends we have about La X'tabai talk bout a beautiful, enchanting woman of Indian descent with long silky black hair, and who is always luring men to follow her and make love with her. The X'tabai can be very tricky. One story I have heard, tells of two women fighting over the same man. One of them, determined to win him, give the other girl a potion that awakened her erotic desires so she went into the arms of countless men. She eventually fled into the forest and took the form of the X'tabai who seduces men and sometimes kills them if they cannot satisfy her sexual desires.

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nocturnal bird and announces the death of someone. My grandfather looked into one eyes and got sick for three days.

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this time when we me d come form benque and like we saw a lady in a full white pass front a we and like we end up the run off the road and when we do fu see the lady da me nodoby.

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Duende- @501.kaden_g

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every night at our farm like 12 midnight the tata duende rides our horses we are sure that it is him because he has a fine whistle and loves to run and braid the horses hair. In my grandfathers days they use to have long conversations with the duende

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So about 5 years ago around midnight i was up watching a movie and all of a sudden i heard something scratching my window. I didn't worry because i thought it was my dog but then it got worse, a huge shadow showed up and i got the chills, then i felt something touched my shoulder and i got scared and ran out of my room

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Tata duende- I heard if you meet him or he comes to you, you should only show him 8 finger and hide your thumbs. If you don’t hide your thumbs and he sees it he’s gonna eat or cut it off.

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“…sometimes you can hear it, like someone is hauling a long, long chain along the streets.”

In Belizean villages such as San Jose Succotz, the Cadejo is described as a hairy, goat-like animal or a large, shaggy dog, hence its name, which translates from the Spanish as “tangled hair”. The Cadejo is said to have the hooves of a goat, the horns of a bull, and the tail of a puma or lion, and its flaming eyes and foaming mouth give it an aura of evil. Stories of the Cadejo are told among the Maya in Belizean villages, and also in Guatemala.

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Kaden

Llorona

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El cadejo
When I was little and used to live back ah bush, my aunty use to tell me and my cousin scary stories, and one time she seh how the cadejo use to pass behind our house. One night we mih hia it and my lee cousin start cry caz you could hia the chains the dreg pan the ground and you could hia it the growl and i mih fraid.🤣 Also when my aunty mih younger, she seh once, she, her ma and her lee breda mih gawn find wood tha forest and my aunty ma left she in charge ah the baby and my aunty mih gawn look fih wood. when my aunty ma come back she ask weh the baby the and my aunty seh "He seh you mih the call ah and he gawn inah the forest with you" and then my aunty ma seh "no, i mih the look fih wood, how you wah left the baby fih go inah teh forest" and then my aunty ma start trip and she mih the look and look fih the baby and them gawn tha the police station fih report wah missing baby and the police seh them couldn't do anything caz it had to be missing fih wah whole 24 hours. so the next day them gawn police station and her husband gawn tha the church fih look fih the priest and then the police them lock up my aunty ma inah the cell and my aunty ma husband gawn look fih some ada man fih look fih the baby and the priest them. Bout 3 days mih pass and and when them cross the forest them had wah creek and the baby mih the pan the next side inah wah puddle ah mud. Pan one side them had one ah d baby shoes and beside he the next one and then more ahead them had footsteps from wah man but it mih the go towards the baby and fih mek the man them mih cross them had to use the horse fih cross the creek. My aunty seh how her pa mih beat her ma fih the mek the baby go so them get the priest fih bless the baby and fih mek the baby no get no evil thing or anything and then weeks afta my aunty seh how her lee breda use to always run and seh how his pa use to call him fih mek he go look fih wood.

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well i always se things shadows or things that move around. I have this friend that could see as well as his mom. one day we were coming from cayo

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El Tata Duende. I remember seeing this creepy ugly, little man while i was playing with my cousins outside. I then told my mom that this little guy was calling me and he said that he wanted to play but what was scary is that he was right beside me when i was telling my mom about him.

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Nothing paranormal but about the beliefs. When my pa pass, them pass me over his coffin cause i was really really close with him. I actually don't believe in none of those "paranormal" things though.

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La llorona
The last time i went to the river at night to chill, while minding my own business this lady just appeared in the middle of the river.I think it was just my mind and it was slowly coming towards me and suddenly rushed at me and I ran into the bushes and literally climb a tree and from that time i never went to the river again.

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Tataduende used to follow my uncle and do he bad "haunt" he cause de tataduende meh like see my aunty

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la llorona, tata duende and la xtabai is very popular in my culture and for halloween the house of culture has a show and people mostly elderly share their stories of their sightings and i go every year but due to covid 19 i cant. there is also about the sisimito and el negro de agua and also about la sucia etc. all of these appear in Benque. my mom heard la xtabai by the river laughing and laughing while washing her hair and slapping it against the rock. Benque is like this because people do so much witchcraft and the evil spirits are attracted to this town. My mother also said that the tata duende has been following me since i was born and when i was a few months old my mom heard whistling by the window while she was sleeping and she immediately knew that it was the duende and chased him away by praying and cursing at it and the last time he bothered me was when i was 14 and it always usto throw sand at my window or use my cousins name to make me go outside but i never did go outside and so i told my mom and she brought a curandera and cured the lot to permanently chase him away.

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la llorona- the woman who cries by the river.
she drowns her children because of jealousy and she later regrets it so she drowns herself. she is unable to enter the afterlife so her spirit remains on earth. Every year during the month of october her spirit returns by the river to haunt those who go there.

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Sisimito is a tall hairy monster that may be the equivalent of americas big foot and lives in caves and kidnapped young women .

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sisimito
my abuelo used to tell us a lot about this sisimito type dude. he said when he was working with the britians this sisimoto dude will always come to the camp and bother them.

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La llorona
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well because I live in benque there is alot of old benque stories and from personal experience i can tell you that benque is not a normal town. my friend keishawns grandparents hang garlic over the door cause they say it keeps out bad spirits and demons. and once we woke up to my black cat degutted on our front varanda

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I remember one morning I woke up about 3 am, I was sleeping in my bed and my baby was in her crib sleeping. I was still half sleeping but I clearly saw a shadow (the shadow look like the La LLorona) close by my baby crib but I couldn't move as if I had my dead body. I tried to scream but I couldn't as is I lost my voice. I start praying for God and my mom to protect her. I closed my eyes and I saw my mom looking over her.

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I was at my aunt's house and I was upstairs and I was thirsty, so I went downstairs for some water. And I saw a shadow of a man sitting near the kitchen table. And I was brave and I on the light and there was no one 😶 So I got frighten and I ran upstairs where my cousin was :3

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The Chair
When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

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What are examples of Belizean FolkLore you've heard of?

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What are examples of Belizean FolkLore you've heard of?

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Every country has fables, some have more than others. And Belize's diverse and vibrant cultures have contributed to one of the most unique and interesting mix of folklore.

As a child, I recall spending Sunday evenings at my grandparents' house listening to countless tales of old Belize. Stories that date back before Belize had radios and televisions, when rivers were the main form of transportation, when men rode horses to work, and logwood and chicle extraction was the main livelihood of most Belizeans.

My grandmother was the storyteller; she really enjoyed telling her grandkids how different everything was when she was growing up. She didn't only take pleasure in telling us about rural life, early Cayo days, the dense jungle and little Sacbe roads. She loved telling us about the folklore characters that were part of everyday life growing up in a small British colony.
Here are the most popular Mayan, Creole and Mestizo beliefs:

Tata Duende translated English means grandfather demon. He is depicted as an old mischievous character that is very short, has backward feet, wears a tall pointy hat, and has both of his thumbs missing. If you ever encountered him, you couldn't show him your hands since he'd cut off your thumbs. Parents also warned their children that if they skipped classes, Tata Duende would lure them into the jungle and they would never to be seen again.

Tata Duende was blamed when weird things happened around the farm. I remember him being blamed once for destroying the neighbor's crops. And once in a while, he would braid a horse's hair and it would have to be cut off completely as it couldn't loosen.

Sisimite or Big Foot?

The Sisemite or Sisimito is a tall hairy monster that may be the equivalent of America's Big Foot. Usually depicted as a male, Sisemite lived in caves and survived by eating raw game meat. What he was most commonly known for was kidnapping young women and forcing them to live with him. His prisoners would then bare children for him.

The Sisemite was said to commonly roam the river banks at dusk, hunting for food and searching for victims. Therefore young women were always warned by their mothers to never stay too late at the river when they were washing clothes (a common practice in the old times).

La Llorona

La Llorona translates to "weeping woman" in English. She is typically depicted as a tall and slender gorgeous woman with long black hair that reaches her waist. She was always at a distance and no one could ever see her face unless they caught up with her.

There are several variations of what she did; one of the most popular versions was that she lured children to rivers that were deep in the jungle, hoping that they got lost. Legend says that she lost her children near a river and she did the same to others as a way of revenge.

La Llorona was also known for luring young men that were on their way home late at night from bars. Young men were warned by their parents not to stay out late drinking since if La Llorona caught them, they would never be seen again. La Llorona would charm the drunken man into the forest and when they were far away from the town, she would show them her ugly and distorted face as she let off a shrieking cry. The men would either immediately die or fall terribly sick for weeks.

There are several more mystical characters of Belizean folklore but the above are by far the most popular. As an adult I now look back at the fond times I had when my grandmother shared these eerie stories with me and my cousins - bless her for that.
Did you enjoy learning about Belizean folklore? And how about your culture, do you have any similar folklore characters?
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Famous Belizean Folklore and Tales - Belize Adventure

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Every country has fables, some have more than others. And Belize's diverse and vibrant cultures have contributed to one of the most unique and interesting mix of folklore. As a child, I recall spending Sunday evenings at my grandparents' house listening to countless tales of old Belize.