Category Archives: Legends

Narratives about belief.

“Dracula is Real”

Context: While in discussion a student and I were talking about monsters and creatures that the whole town believed in. We ended up talking about the infamous Dracula, to which she explained that that was no tale in her country (Romania). People defended and protected themselves from a king that practiced many of Dracula’s methods.

Text:

“Dracula is real. I think you can google this, but there was basically a king a long time ago named Dracula. He thought that if he drank the blood of his citizens he would live forever. He would kill people in the town and like bathe in their blood or drink the blood, or eat the heart or liver. That’s where the story of the vampire came from. But for us it’s not a story, it’s like real. Even in our food, there’s so much garlic or onions. I don’t think it’s the breath, like I think it does affect your insides so that they wouldn’t want your blood or something.

My parents, when they eat, they will bite out of onions, which is part of the culture.”

Analysis:

It was very interesting to talk to someone whose country followed the practices to protect itself from a monster. When I think of Dracula or vampires in general, I’ve never imagined them as actual people, which led me to wonder whether monsters are monsters at all. It would be interesting to see whether there is greater recognition of the source of monsters, and whether people from the places they originated from see them differently. We’ve modernized so many creatures in our own image in films and TV that I think it blurs the root of where the supernatural actually spawns from.

The Electrician’s House

Context: While in a class discussion, the student told me about an eerie experience she had at her old house in Connecticut, previously owned by an electrician.

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“My house is pretty old in Connecticut and it was created by an electrician — and so there’s like seven outlets in my room alone. There’s so many places to charge things, which is actually very useful, but there’s a lot of switches in the house that don’t do anything. Obviously they connect to something, but we’re not sure what they connect to.

There’s two different switches for the fan on my ceiling. One of them doesn’t really do anything, but the other is a sliding switch so you can choose how fast the fan moves. There was one night where the fan kept spinning on its own. And so I turned it on and turned it back on, and I went to my parents’ room and told them the fan was spinning. I said that I feel like there’s something weird. I feel like there’s something in my room.

My parents were like it’s probably a ghost, cause we believe in that stuff a lot. My mom was like ‘go in and tell the ghost that you know that you’re here and you know something’s the matter. I need to go to bed and you have to go. You are not welcome here.’

I go back and jump into bed and I’m under my covers. I’m sitting there look up at the fan and I say all that stuff. And then the fan stops.”

Analysis:

One thing that I found so interesting about this story was the similarity we shared in our interactions with weird phenomena in our spaces. I had shared my own story about telling a possible spirit to “stop,” which was followed by a complete cessation of action. The student and I shared that the scariest part about that situation was when the mysterious force halted. As she told me the interaction, it was alarming to imagine something listening to her fears and realizing that they were finally getting a reaction. I’m curious to see if other people who have had ghost stories where they were scared and decided to face it head-on ended up having similar responses.

As Cowdell notes in the article on scary folk elements, “folk horror is a feeling.” Stories like these are passed through performance and the thrill of imagining oneself in that type of situation.

Haunted School

Age: 22

Context: My friend told me about how, in Spain, kids would make up rumors about the school being haunted.

Text:

“People would say that my, like, the school when I lived in Spain, people said that the school was haunted. Um, because it was a really old building, but I don’t know if I believed all that. But this one girl was like really like specific about it and she was like, oh yeah, I saw ghosts going down the stairs one time, but she was just drinking a glass of water menacingly. And I was like, bro, that’s not even scary.

There was like legends about the school, I think. Someone said that it was a peanut factory, and another person said that people who have peanut allergies don’t go to our school, because of the peanut factory.

The other one was, we were like, we were like 8 or 9. But some other people said it was like a hotel for royal people, like royal people that stay at the building. It had like a courtyard. I think it had like tiles and stuff.”

Analysis:

I’m humored by this story because of its drastic variations of the same setting. As we discussed, it’s wild how legends become so imaginative and varied. These children grew up believing these stories, and it sounds like some of them even went out of their way to justify their beliefs by tracking the buildings’ history. Following the theory of diffusion, it’s clear that this has possibly evolved and slightly changed through word of mouth, with each class entering and exiting the school. I’d be curious to hear the current legends of the school today to see if any of them sound similar to what my friend shared.

The Legend of the Purple People

Location: Lafayette, CA

Context: The informant ( initials ET) and I talking about hometown legends and the concept of growing up in small, suburban towns. That’s when she brought up a well-known ‘cult’ or group called the Purple People in Lafayette.

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ET: There’s a cult in my town. Well, I don’t know if their cult or if they’re still around, but they’re called the Purple People.

Me: How do you know about them

ET: Well, I think it’s mostly my parent’s generations that talk about them— my parents not as much because they’re not from Lafayette— but my friends parents definitely.

Me: Have people ever seen them or like what do you know about them?

ET: Well there’s supposed to be a purple house they live in but I’m not sure where it is or if it still exists, but I know there’s a specific field in town people go to try to see them.

Me: Okay so was this a dare type of thing or what?

ET: Yeah exactly, people would be dared to go run up to the ‘Purple People’ house and try to maybe interact with them.

Me: Why was running to see them a dare, or what made it kind of higher stakes?

ET: Ok so I think they were said to be sex cult and participated in group sex frequently, or at least that’s what my friends parents would say! But I’m not sure if that’s made up or not.

Me: Oh wow, so there was definitely a stigma then? Or what was the rhetoric around them?

ET: Yeah they kind of kept to themselves and people just thought they were weird I think. But like the other thing is that as a kid, I feel like half the people believed in them and the other half didn’t. It was like a big debate.

Analysis:

This narrative is a classic example of a suburban legend, where a small truth regarding a likely communal living group was transformed by local gossip into a neighborhood myth and word of mouth legend. The ‘taboo’ subject of sex and communal living likely fostered the spread of gossip and was ignited by anxieties of the people at the time. However, later on for the subject’s generation, the Purple People functioned as a rite of passage where kids could get dared to go ‘find the house’ or have an encounter with the Purple People.

Satanic group on Turnbull Canyon trail

Age: 20s Location: Whittier, CA

Context: This legend was shared during a classroom setting by a female participant (JG) who has lived in Whittier, CA her entire life. As a local, her knowledge of the area is rooted in community sharing and knowledge.

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JG: I guess mainly from where I live there’s a trail called Turnbull canyon.

JG: Basically there’s legend going around that in between one of the trails there’s this satanic group that does animal sacrifices and other rituals.

Me: And where are you from?

JG: I live in Whittier, CA.

Me: So, have you ever gone to this specific trail or just heard about it?

JG: I just heard about it mainly. I’ve never been, at least I don’t think?

Me: Do you know where this spot is said to be located?

JG: It’s never really specified where it is on the trail. But I think it’s on the border between my town and the one over. Somewhere in between.

Me: Who told you about it?

JG: It’s a very popular story. I think I just heard about it in passing from friends and stuff.

JG: But I heard about in depth when I went to a track training camp near this trail and one of coaches had a lot to say. They even mentioned that the city has been trying to cover it up.

Analysis:

The legend of a satanic group Turnbull Canyon serves as a classic urban legend, placed on the border between towns, enhances its status as a dangerous, liminal, and mythical space. The classic satanic elements, such as animal sacrifice and occult rituals, are commonly rumored to exist in outlying areas between suburban towns. JG’s mention of a city cover-up adds a conspiratorial element that explains the lack of physical evidence while simultaneously increasing the story’s validity. Furthermore, the transmission of the lore through an authority figure like a coach validates the legend, elevating it from a story passed peer to peer to a cemented truth about the canyon.