Category Archives: Legends

Narratives about belief.

Mermaid Sighting on Navy Boat

Nationality: American
Age: 85
Occupation: retired
Residence: Tustin, CA
Language: English

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“Back in the mid-60s I served in the U.S. Navy. At this time, the Vietnam War was going on and I was stationed somewhere in the South of France. I forgot how to pronounce it at this point. Maybe it was Toulon or Cannes. It’s been so long.

Sometimes in the Navy, we would have to be on the boat for weeks at a time. After a while, it felt like we were all going crazy on there. Tight quarters are no joke. 

One evening, I was out on the deck with my buddy Thompson, talking about how we miss our family and home. Then he jumps up and points at something jumping out of the water. “It’s a mermaid.” “A mermaid.” Now let me tell you, seeing this man get excited over some human fish was something else. 

At first, I didn’t believe that it was a mermaid but maybe more a dolphin or flying fish. But I could tell that something about this one felt off. It looked like it had hair. It was jumping around too much to really tell if it was human or just fish. I like to believe that maybe it was a mermaid. It sometimes feels like being out at sea makes life feel like the world is playing tricks on my eyesight, since I have bad eyes. This could be why I couldn’t tell if it was a real mermaid or not. I hope it was.”

Context

This is a firsthand, lived experience of a sailor in the U.S. Navy in the mid-1960s during the Vietnam War. The story takes placed while stationed off the southern coast of Fance which is important because Mediterranean ports usually were used by allied forces. The event is told with a mix of sincerity and playfulness showing that while the informant may not claim absolute belief in seeing the mermaid, the memory is meaningful and endearing. The mention of “bad eyes” adds a layer of ambiguity and humility by acknowledging the unreliability of perception at sea while still leaving space for belief.

His story is also not just shaped by visual experience but also by the social environment of navla life which includes stress, fatigue, nostalgia and boredom. All of these can affect how events are perceived and remembered. 

The informant doesn’t fully commit to the sighting being a mermaid but clearly wants to believe it could have been. This reflects how folk belief becomes a coping mechanism especially in isolated, high-stress environments like life at sea during wartime. This story also is not just about seeing a mermaid; it’s about missing family, home, and human connection. The mermaid becomes a symbol of those desires: beauty, mystery, and something beyond the naval life. 

Interpretation

At the core of this story, it is about loneliness and the fragile human psyche under stress. The story begins with a quiet, human moment between two sailors reflecting on the things they missed most while being overseas. This setting of emotional vulnerability frames the entire experience. When the narrator’s friend spots what be believes is a mermaid, the narrator reacts with both skepticism and curiosity. While he questions what he say, he still says “I hope it was” revealing a deeper desire to believe in something beautiful and magical amidst the harshness of life at sea. This detail reflects the emotional strain of military service especially during long deployments. The physical confinement of the ship underscores the mental stress that comes from routine, distance from loved ones, and the inability to escape one’s surroundings. The mermaid, real or not, becomes a symbol of hope, wonder, and escape.

This story also taps into a long-standing tradition in seafaring cultures which is the myth of the mermaid. Across history, sailors have told stories of mysterious sea creatures, especially during extended perios at sea when sensory deprivation, homesickness, and boredom blur the line between reality and imagination. The narrator’s openness to the idea of having seen a mermaid despite his doubts, reflects a cultural value placed on keeping wonder alive even in adulthood and even in uniform. These stories serve a psychological purpose of injectubg mystery and storytelling into an otherwise repetitive experience. Folklore in this context becomes a coping tool and a shared language of meaning among naval members. 

Also, set against the backdrop of the Vietnam War, this story captures the emotional and mental toll of military displacement. Though the narrator was stationed far from the combat zones, the mental and emotional experience of being in the Navy during wartime shaped how he processed the world around him.

When the narrator mentions his poor eyesight and how “the world plays tricks” on him at sea, he gestures toward something profound: the way military life can distort time, space, and perception. Long deployments blur days together, and the vast, empty sea becomes a canvas for imagination and longing.

The memory, recalled decades later, is preserved not for its certainty but for what it represents. It lingers because it carries emotional weight, not because it demands scientific proof. The story becomes a piece of personal folklore, where truth is measured more in feeling than in fact.

Whispers of a ghost

Date_of_performance: 03/29/2025

Informant Name: BT

Language: English 

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student 

Primary Language: English

Residence: Los Angeles 

Interview:

BT: I don’t necessarily believe, like I have my own spiritual beliefs. So like I don’t necessarily fully believe in ghosts, but like I have had like my own like parental experience.

BT: My mom is a realtor and she like does probably way more than like a realtor should do. Like she does like duties in her work that she’s, I’m like, okay, you should like have the client probably do that. But these clients like moved out of their house. And they left it like a little bit messy. But I think that they were probably like in a hurry to move out and everything.

BT: So she’s like, Hey, can you guys, like to me and my older sister, can you guys go and help me clean this stuff? We’re like, Yeah, of course.

BT: So, we went to the house and it was like, main floor was kind of big, upstairs was like a little lost.area and then downstairs like you walk down the stairs and there’s a room on this side of the room. *she gestures to the left with her hands*

BT: So we, my sister and I went downstairs, my mom stayed upstairs and I go and it’s scary because I don’t know if it’s a paranormal experience or if someone was literally in the house.But I go downstairs and I’m like first, like I’m going down and my sister’s going down behind me. And I look to the right in this room, it’s dark. It’s like after the sun went down, so it’s also dark outside. And I look in that room, don’t see anything.

BT: I look to my left and then there’s like a walkout basement, it’s a walkout basement, so there was a door. The door was open. *pause* The door was wide open, like leading to outside. So I was like, okay. I was like, let me just go shut it, ’cause we were like, maybe it was the wind, like maybe the family didn’t lock in.

ME: Yeah. Yeah

BT: And I had no explanation as to why it was open. So I went from the stairs into the room, the door was here, I closed the door, and I walked in.

ME: Okay.

BT: On my way back, I kind of stop here, so like here’s the stairs. My sister’s at the bottom. And I’m like, to my sister, oh, I don’t know why that was, I don’t know why that was open.

BT: But like, I don’t really survey the rest of the room. ‘Cause I was like, kind of jogging back because I was freaked out by the door being opened. And so as I’m saying that to my sister, and suddenly I hear heavy breathing…

ME: Oh my god! That’s terrifying.

BT: I hear very like heavy breathing from like the corner of the room, but it’s dark, so I can’t really see. It’s like shadowy, so I’m like, and I don’t even take a look. It’s like shadowy, so I’m like, and I don’t even take a look or even want to look back.

BT: I literally, I swear like adrenaline, I think. I literally carried my sister like up the stairs, ’cause I was pushing her, like she didn’t hear it.

ME: Oh my god.

BT: that I literally carried my sister like up the stairs, ’cause I was pushing her, like she didn’t hear it. She was like at the bottom of the stairs. And I was like, go, like go, go, go, go, pushing her up the stairs trying to get out. So we literally ran up the stairs and like fell, like I literally fell up the stairs. Once I got to the top, I fell on the ground. Once I got to the top, I fell on the ground. My mom was standing at the top of the stairs because she heard us running up in a hurry and she was like “What the heck just happened?” And I was like, I think that there’s someone downstairs.

ME: Oh my god.

BT: And I told her I heard someone breathing right in my ear. And I was like, someone literally opened the door and the door is open, so I think a person was downstairs. And so my mom was like, “Okay, let me go check.” She goes down and there’s no one.

ME: That’s crazy!

BT: So I’m like, either it was a real person, which is even scary to me. It’s like they waited  before my mom got down there, and they’re gone. So that was my only like– Oh my god. Yeah, and it just felt eerie and weird and scary to me.

ME: No, that would freak me out.

BT: Yeah, it was freaky. It was probably like 8 o’clock we had gotten there. So it was like sun was going down and then by the time we went downstairs, it was dark.

ME: That would be the last time im every entering that house again.

BT: Exactly! It’s like I’m not messing with it. I’m not messing with any ghosts in there. But that’s my personal paranormal experience. I hope that is helpful!

ME: That’s perfect! That’s amazing!

My interpretation

I want to believe that this was a ghost that my friend heard down in the basement. If it was a person, I feel like she would’ve heard footsteps if they walked back inside or coming up behind her. And since her mom is a realtor, she definitely would’ve down a check down there after the clients left or heard the door open. Her sister also didn’t hear the whisper herself, so it likely is a ghost. And if it was someone trying to scare her, they would’ve done more than just breathe, they could’ve talked or grabbed her arm to really freak her out. She mentioned how she has her own spiritual beliefs and that could fall under believing in ghosts. This also could be a psychological feeling, she got freaked out by the door being opened and thought she heard something, since her mom didn’t see anything, so I am leaning towards it being a ghost or her imagination.















































Flickering Lights

Date_of_performance: 04/03/2025

Informant Name: VL

Language: English/Spanish 

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student 

Primary Language: English

Residence: Los Angeles

Interview:

VL: Hmm my next door neighbor had a chandelier that started flickering and then it lifted/turned upside down/swinging and the painting that it was in front of fell off the wall.man it was so long ago I don’t remember a lot of the details.I think it maybe was over a course of a few days and it was progressively getting worse until the painting fell.

VL: Oh yeah the painting was of the Virgin Mary, forgot to mention that first.

ME: Do you know if they ended up moving or getting rid of it?

VL: nope they stayed for a while after that and I’m pretty sure they kept the painting. They kept the chandelier too.

ME: Hm okay! Do you know if they talked about anything weird going on in the house or did you mainly see the light flickering?

VL: Apparently the whole house was haunted, at least that is what my friends would say to me. But the chandelier lights flickering and the painting falling was just a big moment I remember the most.

ME: Wow! That’s helpful to know about the house.

VL: But there was always noises or things falling by itself in the house when they were there.

ME: How long have they lived there for? And were the lights always flickering or something that happened suddenly.

VL: Damn they lived there forever probably more than 2 decades, *pauses* if im remembering correctly. And I think the flickering happened suddenly.

ME: Wow! That’s perfect! I think that is all I need. Thank you for your help.

Interpretation

What stood out to me the most was that the painting was of Virgin Mary, which is known for being a symbol of purity, divine grace and motherhood. So that painting falling down instead of any other work of art they may have, could be read as a sign that there is a force in their house haunting it and trying get rid of anything that could be seen as a protection or pure. When lights flicker in horror or thriller movies, it is a scene that there is an evil sprit in the room that is either trying to gain control and take over or kill someone. Or simply sending them a spiritual message to back off and move out. I want to think it is more than just a faulty electrical wire or connection, if the painting of Virgin Mary didn’t start falling down with it, I would believe they just need to fix what wire is connected to the chandelier. They also have lived in the house for so long, there is a possibility that while they have lived there, a ghost or paranormal spiritual could’ve came in and started to slowly haunting them until it become obvious. VL said the family still leaves there, so the spirit hasn’t done anything harmful so maybe it left after scaring them for a bit or showing that they were there and could come back.






Haunting Shadows

Date_of_performance: 04/04/2025

Informant Name: IS

Language: English 

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student/Grammy U Ambassador 

Primary Language: English

Residence: USC

Interview:

IS: I remember once when I was either a little kid or maybe in middle school I was young that is what I know. I was going to the bathroom super late at night. The bathroom is right across the hallway from my bedroom, so it was a two-second walk.

IS: As I walked to the bathroom, mind you the house is fully dark aside from a few lights here and there so it was hard to see, but I swear I saw a tall, pitch black ghost looking figure move by in the living room. I looked back a millisecond later and didn’t see anyone, even went to the living room to check. It was so weird and I told my mom later that morning curious if she saw something like that before in the house, she told me she didn’t.

ME: Oh my god! That’s crazy! Seeing the tall figure would’ve freaked me out so much. Did you ever see it again after that?

IS: Nope! I thought there was something in the living room that looked like a quickly-moving figure at first, because I was rushing to the bathroom, but there was nothing in the living room that looked like it.

Interpretation

Out of the paranormal folktales that I have collected from my friends, this one is the story that I believe the least is a ghost. She mentioned how she was rushing to the bathroom and it was hard to see because it was dark, so it could be likely that the tall figure she saw was one of her family members grabbing a drink of water or going back to bed, and the figure didn’t say anything because they didn’t see her. The figure didn’t make any noises or approach her, like the spirituals in the other stories did, there was no action the figure did to show they were a ghost or a type of shadowy spirit. If the ghost speak to her in a hushed voice or in a voice that didn’t sound like anyone in her family, I would fully believe she saw a ghost or if they even made something fall down or make a light flicker. She said she didn’t see it again, so the figure wasn’t trying to haunt her or her house, which other ghosts might have done to show that their presence is there. There is also no other spiritual evidence that would back up the figure was a ghost, but she was young when it happened, so there is a possibility that she did forget details that made the figure be a ghost more believable, but in my personal opinion, I don’t see it as a paranormal figure but everyone’s experience with ghosts or spiritual figures is different and not every ghost is different in the way they show up or how they make themselves be seen as.

La llorona

Date_of_performance: 04/05/2025

Informant Name: MD

Language: English/Spanish

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student/RA

Primary Language: English

Residence: USC

Interview:

MD: The only thing i can think of, for legends, La llorona. Which is a hispanic folklore my mom scared me with when I was growing up. You can look it up but my mom would tell me that if I didn’t go to bed on time she would come get me in my sleep.

MD: And i was terrified of her. The pictures online are so triggering to me. *laughs*

ME: Do you remember what she told you about La llorona?

MD: Basically, she told me that she was like an evil mom that would kidnap me if i didn’t listen to her, which is terrifying to hear as a child, so I’m sure you can believe that I started to listening to her more. The whole point was like if you don’t obey your good mom, La llorona will come steal you away from your family. i think she told me that her kids died or something so that’s why she takes other people’s kids.

ME: Oh yeah. I learned a bit about her in my class. It is so interesting and terrifying even now.

MD: Yeah. I don’t think she copied the exact myth, just told me enough to make sure I did listen to her and to scare me away from wanting to misbehavior against her.

Interpretation

I find it so interesting to hear about different legends people have heard of when they were younger and ones that continue to stick with them or influence the way they behave today. It is especially interesting for me when it is a legend that turns into a lesson for children. I had a little bit of knowledge of La llorona before they told me the story of what her mom said to her to frighten her into good behavior. I’m glad I heard it from someone who is Latina or has been haunted by this legend from a young age, there will be a genuine portrayal of who she is and her character wouldn’t be full of harmful Latina stereotypes to make her seem more cruel or dramatic for entertainment effect. The legend focuses on maternal care and I think that is why people tend to force her into such a dark and evil box, because there no talk of the father or consequences for the children is they don’t listen to their dad and a lot of folktales don’t usually focus on a feminine character not being the victim who ends a masculine character to save them, while she is seen as a threatening force because she drowned her children, it is more about wanting children to behave and to stay away from waterways (which is a meaning that tends to be overlooked) and less on how she is a cruel person, which may be painted differently if there is a masculine character starring beside her in the legend. Legends surrounding motherhood are the ones I like to read about the most, because it shows what they would do for their children and how far they would go, even if it means turning against themselves and being represented as someone who is vicious.