Category Archives: Myths

Sacred narratives

The Jersey Devil

Age: 20

Story: The first time I learned about the Jersey Devil I was at a barbershop with my brother in South Jersey. My dad had just picked us up from school and my brother needed to get a haircut, so we went and I sat down in the waiting area and stared at the pictures on the wall, and the books on the coffee table. I was insanely bored there, and my stomach hurt, and I just remember that I did not want to be in that barbershop at all. That’s when a certain book caught my eye. It had a picture of what looked to be a horned goat, standing on two legs, with black devilish wings coming out from its back. This was the Jersey Devil.

I picked up the book, which turned out to be a picture book of “sightings” of the Jersey Devil all throughout New Jersey and I was just in awe, and a little terrified, of this “monster” that was potentially living in my backyard. 

After looking through the book for maybe three minutes, a man sitting next to me and my dad looked to me and said, “Be careful, don’t go into the woods at night…that’s when the Jersey Devil can get ya!” I remember laughing out loud, but inside, I was petrified. I also remember going home that day and looking up everything there was to know about the Jersey Devil. I read so many stories about the legend tearing up cars, terrorizing children, and ripping them from their families and flying into the woods with them, never to be seen again.

Even as I’ve gotten older, I’m no longer afraid of the Jersey Devil itself, but there’s part of me that will never stop believing that the Jersey Devil lives in the woods in my great state of New Jersey.

Analysis: This story is a phenomenal example of narrative folklore. The story of the Jersey Devil is one I’ve heard myself, and I too remember it terrifying me as a young kid. The fear and curiosity that this person had after learning of the legend is something I resonate with deeply. It’s powerful folk legends like this one which shows what can become when one connects it with someone’s sense of place and identity.

This story also, is the epitome of a legend or myth that unites a region. Specifically, in the Pine Barrens of South Jersey, the Jersey Devil has been a legend for over 100 years. From scaring children to giving parents something to scare their children with, this story has been reinvented and developed over many years, across many generations, and through many families. 

What I also find beautiful is how the Jersey Devil has become a symbol for New Jersey, almost a mascot for the state. How fascinating it is that a weird folk legend like this, can almost represent the weirdness of the state itself…

The Office Building Ghost

Age: 65

Story: This is a crazy story that happened to me in December that I still think about everytime I go to work. I think it was like December 10th or 11th or something like that and I was working in the homebase office of my job, which I never go to, and it seems like for good reason. 

Well this day, I got to work and my manager was acting a little odd. She seemed a little antsy, a little jerky, but I brushed it off as an off day. A few hours go by and she just is not letting up. She’s squirming in her chair, sighing, huffing and puffing… and so finally I go “Hey, is everything okay?” And my manager assures me everything is fine and that she just needs to take a breath outside. So, she gets up, and as she’s walking out the door, a box of tissues on her desk goes FLYING off. 

Now, I do not believe in ghosts, I never have, I don’t think I ever will, but I swear on my life that this box of tissues, on its own, went flying off my boss’ desk and onto the floor. 

So, my boss turns around and shrieks “DID YOU SEE THAT?” and of course I did but I said “Oh the vent must be turned up too high.” But, I knew damn well that there was no vent… there must’ve been a spirit or something in that office, but I didn’t want to freak her out more than she was that day. 

My boss then steps outside finally, I pick up the tissue box, and as I do, a tissue is YANKED out of the box and onto the floor … and again, I swear I did not touch the tissue. It flew out of that box and I felt a force. That’s when I went running outside to grab my boss, and she did not want to come back into that room…so instead she went home, grabbed sage, and we burned sage in the room to rid it of the spirits there. 

To this day, that is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know if I believe in ghosts, but I do believe that happened.

Analysis: This personal ghost story reveals how supernatural beliefs and folk narratives continue to shape how we interpret unexplainable events, even in professional settings. What makes this story so compelling is the dichotomy between skepticism and belief. My friend begins by emphasizing that they don’t believe in ghosts, but what they experienced at work that day has possible caused them to reconsider, at least for a little bit. This is a common feature in ghost lore: even skeptics can become believers when faced with something they can’t logically explain. It also highlights how ghost stories often originate from direct personal experience, evolving into contemporary folklore through retellings and shared memory.

The role of the sage burning at the end of the story also speaks to the blending of traditional folk practices with modern life. Burning sage is a ritual drawn from spiritual traditions, and in this case, it’s used as a way to cleanse a space of any hauntings, demons, or spirits, which is something we see across many cultures. The fact that this person and their boss felt compelled to perform a ritual to fight back at a spirit shows how folklore is still deeply tied into our behavior, even if we don’t know it.

The Ghost Hitchhiker

Age: 19

Story: This is a story about a ghost that still scares me to this day. One night, my family and I were going on a roadtrip from New Jersey to South Carolina, and it was late at night. I was tired, and I was staring out into the distance as we were driving south down I-95. This is when my mom would tell me a story that would shake me to my core, and I don’t know why, it’s not even that scary. Okay, anyway, she told me the story of the Ghost Hitchhiker. 

We were driving, and she said “Look out the window, have you ever seen a hitchhiker?” 

Now, I actually had never seen a hitchhiker in real life, but I’ve seen movies, so I said, “Yeah, I’ve seen one before.”

And my mom goes, “Well, chances are that was the Ghost Hitchhiker…” 

So I said, “Who is the Ghost Hitchhiker?”

And my mom would go on to tell me that the Ghost Hitchhiker looks like any other hitchhiker, just a guy sticking his thumb out, and if you pull over and let him in, he’ll get in the back seat of your car, and say something like, “Just up the road,” or “Not too far.” However, you would drive a couple miles up the road, waiting for him to give you the heads up for when you were approaching his destination, and then you’d turn around to find…that he was no longer in the car. He had disappeared.

I remember my mom started laughing after telling me this, but I did not laugh at all. I think she felt bad because she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not picking up any hitchhikers…but if I do, keep an eye on them, okay?” But, like I said, to this day, I always think about the Ghost Hitchhiker whenever I’m driving on any highway…and unfortunately, I don’t think I’m picking up any hitchhikers anytime soon.

Analysis: This ghost story, shared by my friend about their mom’s tale of the Ghost Hitchhiker, highlights the way folk narratives are passed down casually through family storytelling. The Ghost Hitchhiker legend is a great example of the vanishing hitchhiker tale, a widely recognized motif in ghost folklore where a seemingly real passenger disappears without explanation. These stories often blur the line between imagination and belief.

What’s especially interesting is how this story fits into broader cultural meanings of ghosts in folklore. In many ways, ghosts often symbolize warnings or trauma, but in stories like this, they also serve as a reminder of the thin line that exists between the natural and supernatural world. The hitchhiker’s request to be taken somewhere, but never actually reaching their destination  becomes a metaphor for the unreachable, or the liminal space of the unknown. Stories like these are obviously very powerful, as this one has found its way into their adulthood. 

‘El Cadejo’

Age: 48


Date of performance: 4/5/25


Language: Spanish


Nationality: Latino/a


Occupation: Caregiver


Primary Language: Spanish


Residence: United States

Text:

‘El Cadejo’ are two huge dogs, one white, the other black, one representing good and the other evil.

Context:

My informant heard the story of ‘El Cadejo’ from their father who encountered one of the two dogs returning from work at night. According to their father, upon walking back home from a long day of work, he encountered the huge white Cadejo. Aware of the tales of the creature, he remained calm upon its presence, turning away from it and walking forth home as it guided him back through the night.

Deriving from their father’s story of ‘El Cadejo,’ my informant interprets the white Cadejo to reveal themselves to people in place of their spiritual animal companion, there to guide them through difficult times. On the other hand, they interpret the black Cadejo to reveal themselves to those who do wrong in the world, present to punish them for their actions.

Analysis:

I agree with my informants interpretation, as I’ve personally heard the Cadejo were sent down to manage and help balance the world from the malice accumulating from peoples actions. Nevertheless, I believe it is also another folktale about being careful at night and to avoid at all wandering at night from factors that can be unavoidable.

‘La Llorona’

Age: 48


Date of performance: 4/5/25


Language: Spanish


Nationality: Latino/a


Occupation: Caregiver


Primary Language: Spanish


Residence: United States

Text:

“La Llorona” is the name of a sad ghost who roams along riverbanks looking for wandering children at night.

Context:

“She is said to have lost her children in a tragic accident along a riverbank to drowning. Mournful for her children, she took her own life and drowned herself. As a result of this, she wasn’t allowed to cross into the afterlife and remains on earth as a vengeful spirit looking to reunite with her children. She cries out loud, wandering around searching for her children, often mistaking living humans for her deceased children and taking them to riverbank to drown them to reunite in the afterlife.”

Growing up in a small village in El Salvador my informant often listened to this story from some of the older people in their community such as their grandparents, specifically Grandma. They’ve never first hand experienced hearing the wails of a lady in the night, but have continued to hear some of the older generations tell their own personal stories encountering such when they were younger.

My informant interprets the myth of “La Llorona” as a folk story told to children to deter them from wandering out in the village at night through the use of fear. It worked for them as these stories they were told growing up all felt like scary stories and not lessons so they were always scared to go against them and question their validity.


Analysis:

I agree with my informants interpretation of this myth. Commonly, most Hispanic folk stories are meant to teach the younger generation to be careful in the vast fields that surround our home. These pose dangerous environments with wild animals out in the wild in the midst, especially at night. I find that it makes sense for the elders to warn children in a more ‘grounded’ format that’d stick to a children’s mind through fear. Considering the location and environment my informant grew up in, the myth is further amplified by the common misinterpretation of the screams or wails of a big cat to that of a woman’s. A factor, that could’ve served as the foundation of the myth itself.