Category Archives: Tales /märchen

Stories which are not regarded as possibly true.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Context:
JM: “I mean it’s a pretty common story people get told [throughout] their childhood. It’s [about] this boy that lies to his village that there’s a wolf trying to eat the sheep, but when a real wolf comes to eat the sheep, no one believes him.”

Q: When did you hear about the story?

JM: “I heard about the boy who cried wolf from my older sister and parents, not really at school just at home.”

Your school didn’t cover The Boy Who Cried Wolf?

JM: “I mean I could be wrong but where I went to school, I only remember them covering the story in like 3rd grade maybe.”

Q: Have you seen The Boy Who Cried Wolf anywhere else?

JM: “I guess on social media discourse? But the saying and the interpretation were the same.”

Q: Why do you think the story itself is memorable?

JM: “It’s memorable because it targets childhood fears of being ignored, at least, that’s what I think. At the end, the boy is ignored by the whole village and I’m pretty sure all the sheep died haha…”

Analysis: The Boy Who Cried Wolf is a common fable told to many at a young age. It follows the story of a boy who tricks his entire village into believing a wolf is coming to eat the sheep, only for a wolf to truly come when the village refuses to believe the boy after his previous tricks. The informant, JM, explains that the story tackles the fears of being ignored by society even when telling the truth. It has become a recognizable story amongst kids for its message of liars losing their credibility and not being seen as trustworthy.

Tiger Auntie

Speaker: “When I was little, adults would always tell us the story of Tiger Auntie before bed. It was supposed to scare children into going to sleep early and not opening the door to strangers.

The story was usually about two sisters whose parents had to go out to work at night. Before leaving, the parents would tell them very seriously, ‘Remember to lock the doors and windows once it gets dark. Do not open the door for anyone.’

The two girls would stay home alone, and then later that night someone would knock on the door. The voice outside would sound just like their aunt or grandmother. She would say, ‘Open the door, it’s me, your auntie. I came to check on you.’

At first the girls would be scared and refuse to open it. But Tiger Auntie would keep talking and tricking them, pretending to be a relative. Eventually, one of the girls would believe her and open the door.

After Tiger Auntie came inside, she would pretend to be kind and caring. She might sit with the girls, tell them to go to sleep, or stay with them through the night. But actually she was a tiger spirit pretending to be an old woman.

Then in the middle of the night, she would eat one of the sisters.

The younger sister would wake up and realize something was wrong. Sometimes she would see bones, or notice that her sister was gone, or realize Tiger Auntie had claws or a tail. Then she would get very scared, but she would pretend to stay calm.

She would say, ‘I need to go outside to use the bathroom.’

Tiger Auntie would let her go, and then the little sister would run away and climb up a tree to hide.

Tiger Auntie would chase after her and stand under the tree, trying to figure out how to get her down. In some versions of the story, the little sister tricks Tiger Auntie into climbing the tree and then burns her. In other versions, she waits there until her parents come home and save her.

That was basically the story. Adults would tell it to remind children not to open the door to strangers and not to stay up too late at night.”

Interviewer: “Did people really think Tiger Auntie was real?”

Speaker: “When you are little, you definitely think it could be real. Especially because adults tell it in such a serious way. If you stayed up too late or wanted to leave your room at night, people would say, ‘Be careful, Tiger Auntie will come.’”

Interviewer: “So it was kind of like a warning story?”

Speaker: “Yeah, definitely. It was meant to scare children into listening to their parents, going to sleep, and not opening the door for strangers.”

Context: This story was shared in an informal conversation about childhood folklore and bedtime stories in Taiwan. The speaker remembered hearing the story of Tiger Auntie repeatedly as a child, especially from older family members. The story was treated as both entertainment and a warning, and was often used to teach children to obey their parents, stay inside at night, and avoid strangers.

Analysis: The story of Tiger Auntie is one of the most well-known folk tales in Taiwan. Like many cautionary tales told to children, it combines fear with a moral lesson. This type of story is passed by generations of people to let children be cautious. The tiger spirit represents danger coming from outside the home, especially danger disguised as someone familiar or trustworthy.

THE HAUNTED TAHOE CASINO

Age: 50

In this story, I interviewed my mother’s friend about an experience she had at this haunted hotel/casino in Tahoe. The following is her story told in first-person.

Interviewee: “Several years ago, 2018, I saw something on Facebook that they were going to have a paranormal investigation at the Biltmore Hotel in Lake Tahoe. [My husband] and I have gone on lots of haunted tours and stuff while we’re on vacation, (the Jack the Ripper tour, London, things like that.) So I’m like, that might be kind of fun for his birthday because it’s right around the fall time and it might be an interesting adventure. So we’ve never done anything like that before. I had no idea what to expect.

If you would have asked me, if I thought ghosts were real, I’d tell you no. I’d never experienced anything unusual; nothing major. So, we secured our spots and got a room there. It’s one of the older hotels, the interesting feature of this hotel is that it’s right across the street from another old casino, (Hotel Calnivas) which has since been demolished. There’s a tunnel underneath that connected the two casinos because they’re across the street from each other and the tunnel wasn’t for public use – It was for the mob, and for the people running the casinos and for the criminal elements to go back and forth between the two. 

We headed up [to the hotel] and they were like, okay, everything fires off at 8:00 PM. So we got there and checked in and they were kind of having like a vendor fair and some seminars. Our group/investigation started at 8 p.m, and there’s about 120 people because we had 12 people in our group and there were 10 different groups because they didn’t want everybody walking around in a big blob. There were different parts of the hotel that were said to be haunted, so because there had been a lot of bad activity there (murders and things of that,) they made sure you stick with the mob. 

We started off the evening, and to me it was very amusing. We had a psychic medium in our group, and we had a professional Paranormal investigator in the group, and he had all the equipment (like light boxes that react to the energy, the little metal rods that moved when you asked the ghost questions,) he had all that stuff. So this all was really entertaining to me, and I’m a very social person. So I was asking him a million questions and I became his little sidekick. So really fast, it became that I was running the equipment. I’m walking around with the light box, and they’re like, okay this ghost haunts these stairways, this is what happened to her, there’s a child ghost that walks around the hallways, etc. So we’re going from station to station and the little light boxes are responding. 

When we got to the hallway, I was given the metal rods and the child ghost kind of started being playful with me and the rod started moving. I’m like, how are these things moving, because my hands aren’t moving? We go to the downstairs part of the hotel and there is the casino, the lobby, a restaurant, and then a wedding chapel and the service area which is where the tunnel goes underneath the street. We go into the chapel and we’re told about the ghost that lives there, and she was a lady who had died on her wedding day, and so she haunted the chapel.

We were in there and my eyes just kept going to one corner of a room where there was a closet with supplies. The door was shut. There wasn’t anything like moving over there, but I just kept looking at it. It just was a little odd, but still nothing major. Our guide was like, okay we’re going to go into the service area. We went down into the service area and this is where the evening got crazy. We’re walking into the tunnel that goes underneath the street and the man leading the paranormal investigation is talking about how that was where they took people to murder them, so it was very haunted. If you cross the mob, that’s where you took your final walk.

We’re walking down the corridor and.. I am not an emotional person, but my throat closes up and I cannot breathe. Tears start pouring down my face, and I’m like, oh my God. It was such a weird physical reaction as he’s telling the story of our group, and it happened to myself and one other woman in the group out of 12. I pat [my husband] on the arm and say I got to go back up. The other woman and I backed up out of the corridor and back into the service area where the hotel staff would be making food and things like that. I instantly feel better. My throat opens up and I can breathe all the way and I’m not crying anymore. 

When they all come out, the investigator that’s leading our group walks by me and my throat closes up again. I can’t breathe and tears start running down my face again. I looked at him and yelled you need to get away from me right now. We’ve been buddies all night – laughing together, having a great time. There was nothing about him that upset me and I’m like, get away from me. You need to go, get away from me right now. He’s just looking at me and [my husband is] like, what are you doing? 

So we go out. Everybody’s a little rattled. We walk down the hall, and go back into the chapel. Everybody’s kind of calming down because the energy was a lot. The other woman that was with me also had a very adverse reaction to him. We’re in the chapel and I keep looking at that corner in the room, and Mike [my husband] is sitting next to me. 

We’re sitting on these chairs that outline the chapel and [my husband] says this isn’t right. I’m like, what do you mean? He says we need to get out of here. The person leading the investigation is like where are you going? We don’t want you walking around by yourself. [My husband’s] like, no there’s something bad in here. He’s like, what are you talking about? I said I feel it too. Something’s not right, there’s something over in that corner and whatever is in that corner, I feel scared. We didn’t feel that way here before. 

The guy leading our group leaves for a second and he goes and he gets the person who’s in charge of the whole event. She comes in and she’s like what’s going on in here? She goes, this feels bad in here and again I yell, he needs to get away from me right now. I don’t want him anywhere near me. She’s like, You all need to come with me. So, we had to go have a spiritual cleansing, because whatever evil entity that was down in the service area corridor, latched onto him and came out with him.

So after answering some questions and having a conversation, we had to go outside. We had to be grounded. There was sage going on. After all of that, I was fine with him. He didn’t bother me at all. As a matter of fact, I apologized, but when we were going into areas, they weren’t really telling us the story of the ghosts and they were waiting to see what we felt and what we experienced. 

The ghost in the chapel who was a woman and had died on her wedding day was a very well known and friendly spirit. What followed her, and what followed us out of the service area was one of the hitmen for the mob who took his last walk down there too. He was the guy who murdered most of the prostitutes and the gamblers who got in trouble and then they had him murdered. What followed us pitched onto the investigator in our group, who was the furthest down the corridor and talking about things. I guess they labeled me an empath that spirits seek me out for comfort, and so the reason why my throat closed up was because most of the prostitutes were strangled when they took them down there. 

It was all a very unnerving experience. I walked away from there fully believing. We spent the night in the cabin, which I then dubbed the murder cabins because we did not get any sleep. We were awake all night. Our investigation wrapped up around midnight and then [my husband] and I literally laid awake in bed until the sun came up at 6 and we left exactly at 6 to get out of there. I have never been so uncomfortable in my life. It was wild. 

[My husband], because the first part of the evening was a lot of fun and the light boxes and I was so involved in it, took a ton of videos, lots and lots of videos on his cell phone. None of them turned out. Every single one of them was scrambled, And no other videos on his phone were scrambled before or after. There was never any glitch in his cell phone being able to record before, and he had that cell phone for several years after and video worked fine, but none of the videos of that night worked.

I found out later that apparently there’s a spirit that kind of roams the grounds out there that’s like screaming in the middle of the night that people will hear screams. We didn’t hear screaming, but I read up on it afterwards and I was like, oh my God. We would have driven away at 2 AM if I had heard screaming. We would have left right then. Goodbye! I’m going right back [home], I don’t care that we paid for this room, we are not sleeping. That didn’t happen, thankfully. I don’t think I could have handled it. 

Then, a couple years later they were going to demolish it and they were kind of wondering what was going to happen to the energy there, you know, the spirits, because they got to go somewhere, right? They’re just there. So a few years ago we were at [my friend’s] cabin on a girls’ trip and I had told them all that story. They wanted to go to the Biltmore because it was still open.  

They weren’t having people stay there at the hotel, but the casino was still going and there were like a little bit of things in the gift shop, but not a lot of stuff and they had areas of the hotel roped off, like you couldn’t go upstairs. So [my friends] were like, hey, can we go to some of the spots that you saw on the ghost tour? And I’m like, well we’ll see what we can get into. There are places I will not go. We were able to sneak back behind the tape that they had DO NOT ENTER written on, and of course we went around it, and we entered anyway. 

We went to the chapel and I was talking about the ghost in that chapel, and my eye was not drawn to the service closet at that time. It wasn’t bothering me in there, but I was talking to [my friend T] and [P] about that. We were the only people there, and there’s no other entrances or exits out of the chapel because it’s really small – like the size of a master bedroom. It’s not a big area. 

We’re sitting in the same chair [my husband] and I sat in, and we’re talking a little bit about the experience, and [my friend] was like, I want to see if I can sneak down into that service area. I’m like, no, and she goes, well, it’s just right around the corner and [she wanted] to just poke [her] head in. I’m like, you do you, but I’m not walking in there. Whatever is down there knows me, I’ve had a bad experience there and you cannot give me enough money to walk into that service area again. We don’t have anybody to help us too, so I’m not going. 

We were kind of going back and forth about that. [My other friend] was like, well let’s just go back and find the other girls in the casino, and I’m like, great. We get up and [my friend] still kind of talking about going to peek her head in. [My other friend] and I are walking side by side, and [the first friend] elsewhere in the room not near us, and your mom gets shoved on the shoulder on the side I’m not on as we’re walking out. She jumps. 

She’s like, what? What was that? I’m like, what do you mean? She goes, something just shoved my shoulder. I’m like, no way. That’s a warning. We are not to go down that service corridor. I’m like, you’re not going down there. And so we didn’t.”

My thoughts: This story was extremely interesting for me as a listener, because of all of the factors that make up this story. This experience has motifs such as an unwanted spirit that has potential unfinished business with whom had killed them in the mafia tunnels. Additionally, there’s a spirit possession that happens to our narrator, and physical elements like her friend being pushed by a spirit allegedly. I think its funny that she willingly went back to the place that traumatized her after only a few years and even brought her friends, but it’s good that they all god warnings and left before they experienced anything worse possibly.

GRANDPA’S FIRST EXORCISM

Age: 19

For this story, I spoke to my friend. He told me this story that he got from his grandfather. The following is told from his first person perspective about his grandfather.

INTERVIEWEE: “When my grandpa was 25 years old he was a deacon at a church in Riverside, California. During his time, he had some house calls regularly. He was a deacon until he was around 40 so he saw a lot of different stuff at peoples’ houses. They would typically send him to houses to pray over new houses, old people, deceased, etc. However, one time he was asked to come to a home to perform a literal exorcism which was very out of the ordinary for him.

He thought this was unusual because he had never done anything like this before. One day, the church sent him to this house to perform the exorcism on this teenage girl who was spasming out, blaspheming, and acting really funky in general. The parents had no idea what to do so they called up my grandpa who and some other people with then church. My grandpa showed up with a few other priests. The other priests must have brought a bible, a cross, and some holy water.

They went into the house and the parents directed them into the room where the teenage girl was. She couldn’t sit still. They did something and they got the demon out of her; repeating a prayer or splashing holy water on her. She tried to jump away from it, but eventually she hit the ground and started shaking and screaming for a couple minutes. During this, the priests recited the prayer again and again. Then she passes out.

The girl didn’t wake up until the following morning super exhausted. She ended up being totally fine afterwards, with no signs of possession or evil spirits holding inside her anymore yet having no idea what had happened. This actually was the last and only exorcism my grandpa had to perform during his time being a deacon; this being a very different experience for him.”

My thoughts: I find it super interesting that his grandfather never did another exorcism after this, nor having done one prior. Around this time, which was maybe the 1970’s, the first Exorcist film came out, which made exorcisms more believed in during this time perchance, which may be why he got this house call in particular. With this, the details such as the girl forgetting everything that had happened, as well as the possession itself, it makes this story very unique; especially in the perspective of someone who has never experienced something like this.

Ghost or Elf On The Shelf?

Age: 21

This story takes place in a childhood home in San Antonio, Texas, on an early Saturday morning in December. PR was elementary school–aged at the time and asleep in his bed. Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled him out of a deep sleep (not enough to fully wake him, though) so he ignored it and drifted back to sleep.

Then he heard it again: another knock, this time accompanied by a low voice telling him to get up, something like, “Hey, PR, wake up.” Assuming it was his dad, who followed a strict morning routine, PR figured that a knock so early on a Saturday must mean something important. So he put on his slippers and bathrobe and headed downstairs.

Confused, he looked for his dad but couldn’t find him anywhere. A family friend from Spain had been staying with them and was already awake due to the time difference. PR asked if he had seen or heard his dad, but the friend replied, “No, he hasn’t been here.”

Still puzzled, PR went back upstairs to check his parents’ bedroom…only to find both of them fast asleep, completely out. Despite the unexplained knock, he returned to his room. Since it was the Christmas season and his family had an Elf on the Shelf that supposedly moved around every night, he blamed it on the elf.

“As a kid, I immediately thought, ‘Oh, it was the Elf on the Shelf. He was playing a prank on me.’ That made perfect sense to me then.”

Years later, however, PR looked back on the experience and had a realization: “Wait…that wasn’t the elf.” It suddenly struck him how strange the whole event really was. It felt almost ghostly. He tried to rationalize it, but pointed out that neither his dad nor the family friend were the type to knock and then rush back to bed. They were both very routine-oriented.

It left him wondering whether it had been something paranormal or simply a half-dreaming state. PR considers himself a rational thinker and believes there must be a logical explanation. He suggests it could have been a groggy hallucination, though he isn’t entirely sure. Regardless, it felt very real, very strange, and has stayed with him ever since.

He also noted that there was no known history of haunting in the house. It was relatively new, built in the late 1980s or early 1990s, and only one other family had lived there before, who they didn’t know. His parents once mentioned that a young daughter had previously occupied his room, but aside from that, nothing else unusual or paranormal ever occurred in the house.

Although PR believes it’s unlikely that his dad or the guest could have knocked, it’s still possible. Another explanation could be that a combination of ordinary noises woke him, and his half-asleep brain filled in the sound of his father’s voice. It may have been a mix of both.

The story reflects common elements found in ghost narratives, particularly the motif of poltergeist activity. A “noisy ghost” associated with domestic spaces. It also involves a child, which is significant, as children are often portrayed as more sensitive or connected to the spirit world. Additionally, the timing is notable: the December holiday season, when routines are disrupted, traditions are heightened, and households feel different than usual. Early Saturday morning, a time typically reserved for uninterrupted rest, adds to the sense of disorientation.

All of these factors could have placed PR in an unusual mental state, where strange occurrences felt more believable, or where his mind was more likely to interpret ambiguous stimuli as something extraordinary.