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“La Chupacabra”

1. Text

This narrative, centered on La Chupacabra (literally “the goat-sucker”), was told to me by my godmother RS. I had heard it before, but never its specifics. It is a slightly more modern legend that originated in Puerto Rico in the 1990s but has since spread widely across Latinx communities in the Americas, including Mexico. The core of the legend involves a mysterious creature that attacks livestock, particularly goats, draining their blood and leaving their bodies intact but lifeless. While descriptions vary, La Chupacabra is often portrayed as reptilian or alien-like, sometimes bipedal, with glowing red eyes and sharp spines down its back.

In RS’s version, the story is grounded in her childhood memories of hearing it from relatives during family gatherings. She recalls being warned about La Chupacabra when visiting rural areas, especially at night. The creature was said to lurk around farms and small towns, appearing after dark and vanishing without a trace. According to RS, it was not uncommon to hear of goats, chickens, or even dogs found dead with small puncture wounds on their necks (most likely from wild dogs, RS explained). The explanations were always the same: El Chupacabra had come in the night. 

While some told the story with humor, others—especially elders—spoke of it more seriously. RS emphasized that for many, the fear was real. 

2. Context

RS, my godmother, shared this story with me during our conversation about tales, legends and cultural narratives. She explained that while the Chupacabra legend didn’t exist when her grandparents were young, it became widespread during her own youth and was quickly incorporated into local storytelling practices. Despite its recent origin, the story was passed along orally like older legends, gaining emotional and cultural weight within the community.

RS told the story in English, and her tone carried the kind of suspense typical of oral storytelling. The story was typically told in the dark, often during power outages, camping trips, or moments of communal fear. RS believes the legend gained popularity not only because of fear but because it allowed people to express anxieties about the unknown in a way that was vivid and culturally resonant.

3. Interpretation

The Chupacabra legend is best classified as a contemporary legend or urban legend, though it functions much like traditional folklore in its oral transmission, regional variation, and cultural meaning. It reflects a blend of supernatural elements, social fears, and popular media influence. Though it originated in recent decades, its widespread adoption and retelling demonstrate how new legends can take on the same social roles as much older folk narratives.

At its core, the Chupacabra story reflects deeper anxieties about invasion, loss, and the fragility of rural life. The creature attacks not people, but animals—livelihoods—symbolizing a threat to survival and stability. In this sense, the story can be read as an expression of unease about environmental change, unexplained violence, and distrust in authorities who fail to provide clear explanations. Its monstrous form—a blend of alien, beast, and vampire—mirrors a fear of the unnatural and the unseen, a being outside human control.

RS’s retelling shows how even a newer legend can be deeply integrated into a community’s folk practices. Through tone, repetition, and strategic storytelling moments, she contributes to the continued evolution of the legend. The fact that the Chupacabra is still discussed, speculated about, and feared in some areas speaks to its flexibility and cultural potency.

The telling of the Chupacabra demonstrates how folklore is constantly adapting to reflect new realities while fulfilling enduring social functions. RS’s version affirms that even modern legends can serve as cultural mirrors, expressing fears, shaping identity, and preserving collective memory.

Date of performance: 4/06/25
Language: English
Nationality: Mexican-American
Occupation: Retired
Primary Language: English
Residence: Monterey, CA

Haunted house on the hill

Age: 20

Text: Ghost story of Richmond, England – haunted house on the hill

Context: “In my town in London, I live close to this really popular hill. On the hill, there’s a pub, and a lot of people go there at night, or they just walk up the hill during the day. There’s a huge, really nice, old house on the top of this hill. It’s beautiful, and definitely worth a lot of money, but it is completely abandoned. No one actually knows why, but people have made up a lot of stories about how it is haunted, because they think there must be some explanation for why no one lives there, and also why it’s never gone up for sale. When I was younger, my neighbor told me that it was haunted by a spirit. She said a pianist once lived there, named Isabelle. She moved into this huge house completely alone, and no one knew where she got the money to afford it, or why she needed such a big place for just herself. Anytime you walked near the house, you could hear her playing the piano. One night, the piano completely stopped, and no one heard from or saw Isabelle. Eventually, the police broke in and found the piano open, with a warm cup of tea sitting on it, but no sign of Isabelle. No one ever found her. Anyone who moved into the house after this, would hear the piano playing at the middle of the night. When they went downstairs to investigate it, it suddenly stopped. One tenant tried to move the piano out of the house, but tripped and fell, hit his head on the piano, and died. After this, no one dared to move into the house and it has remained empty ever since. After hearing this story, I told all my friends, and we used to dare each other to run up to the house and peek inside. One of my friends swore she saw a shadow sitting at the piano. This was only one of the variations I heard about this supposed haunted house, but to this day, no one has any idea why it has been abandoned.”

Analysis: This story about a haunted house functions as a legend. It is set in a real-world location and is framed around belief. The house exists, but the question of whether the ghost truly haunts it is open to interpretation. However, the purpose of this legend is less about whether or not the ghost exists but more about the negotiation of what to believe and the counter-legends that are produced from it.

The interviewee’s account of the story is an example of ostension, which is when people act out the contents of legends in real life. Her and her friends daring each other to run up to the house shows how the legend became social and performative. These performances do not make the story true, but they make the legend feel real. The narrative structure of this particular legend is also FOAF (friend of a friend). The interviewee heard this legend from her neighbor, which helps reinforce the truth. Additionally, her friend claiming that she saw the shadow also makes the legend more believable.

There is also a cultural function of this story. Whether or not the people in this town believe in the ghost, the legend functions to explain a question: why the beautiful, expensive house remains abandoned. People create folklore, like these ghost stories, to fill the gaps in knowledge. The legend also reinforces a collective identity of the town. The house is no longer just a house, but it is a piece of community and history. It connects people through emotions, whether that is fear or curiosity. This shows how folklore performs a social function in maintaining group identity. The interviewee associates this story with her town and the people she grew up with.

The different symbols and variations that the interviewee has claimed to hear can be considered allomotifs. If a specific part of the story has changed (e.g the instrument being a violin rather than a piano), that part would be considered an allomotif. The function of the story remains the same though, as the idea is that there is a haunted instrument that represents the haunting of the dead spirit.

Balete Drive – Ghost Story

Nationality: Filipino
Age: 51
Occupation: Software Engineer Directing Manager
Residence: Naperville, Illinois
Language: English

Text:

“Me and a couple of my friends were driving along from a late night gig and we’ve had a great fill of drinks but not that intoxicated (as far as I remember). There aren’t a lot of vehicles at this time, especially on local roads, but still decided to take a shortcut just for kicks.

The road was plain and looks maintained enough since it’s a less busier street than most, maybe due to its reputation of having paranormal activities.

Balete Drive has several stories about ghost sightings and ‘white ladies’ haunting passersby, and a big abandoned haunted mansion right in the middle of the stretch. Most of them likely fabricated of course – to keep the mystique going. We’re not full-fledged studs I as I recall but we thought it’ll be fun to test it out while we’re in this state and certainly less inhibited.

Just before we reached the big house, one of my friends unceremoniously said he needed to pee…

We stopped right in front of the worn out hedges bordering the house front yard. It was a bit dilapidated and dark. But he had to pee. And he did. We all did.

As we drove past the house after relieving ourselves, we noticed two headlights following us seemingly out of nowhere. We casually stayed at a constant speed, but the vehicle kept inching closer. We gathered some speed, turned the corner and lost the trailer. We looked at each other and grinned- that was much ado about nothing. We hit another long stretch of road and to our surprise, we ended right back in front of the big house at Balete drive. The headlights turned up again and right back on our tail. This felt weird. We tried to step on a bit and turned the other corner, lost the stalker and relaxed a little.

Things just got weirder – we were right back at the house (what the…) and the lights were back. We were starting to panic, our collective senses restarted, and we were yelling at each other- harassing the driver and redirecting him in all directions. We cant seem to get off this road and always take us back to the same house. What are we to do? Have we been cursed? Are the stories real? The vehicle following us isn’t letting up either. Now they’re honking, the passengers now animated in the other car, signaling for us to stop. What is happening? There’s no way we’re stopping here, not now. Fear has definitely crept in and we’re way past panic. This has gone on at least 5 times now. We sped through the same street and the same house- the facade looking more menacing and creepy each time we see it, slowly dealing us a mortifying feeling of defeat.

With one more rush of adrenaline, we held one last bit of composure and drove straight ahead until we hit a dark narrowing alleyway that seems to swallow us every meter we travel. We finally saw a different exit, merged onto the main road and drove farther from the damned place. The morning sun has started to peep. We can feel a collective sigh of relief until we realized the other vehicle had been on our heels throughout. This startled us and panic reignited inside the car. We discussed our options incoherently but concluded we couldn’t be any worse since we got out of that insanity loop. So we stopped at the next gas station. And the other car followed suit.

Fear has turned to relief, then discomfort and now annoyance. We’re back in the real world now and this unwarranted stalking has got to stop. We decided to confront them. There are 3 of us, all back to our consciousness – to the point where we question if what we witnessed even actually happened. We chalked up the courage to unstrap, picked up some “weapons” and stepped out of the car. We approached the other car as the driver stepped out to greet us. His face is lined up with a mix of dread, exhaustion, and… gratitude? I saw the lady on the passenger side looking like she’s been screaming her eyes out and now just sits in shock staring nowhere. My buddies now also joined me in the huddle as the other guy quivered to say something…

“We’ve been driving around that block for we don’t know how many hours… my girlfriend had just about lost it – I can still hear her trembling voice almost surrendering to the inevitable… until we saw you drive by and stopped at the house. We were reluctant to follow you thinking you may be part of this, but then when you drove past again, we thought you might also be in the same predicament as us. (Again? We saw you trail us as soon as we left the house… what are you talking about?). We tried to let you know that we are also lost and would like to join you… but each time we gained we had to hang back…” – then the guy started to sob. “We had to each time the lady in white following you would turn her head around to look at us… she had a knife or dagger in her hand and seem intent to get to you. We mustered up enough courage to just step on it as soon as you did and followed you all the way through here… and we can’t thank you enough.” And he broke down to his knees in front of us.

My friends and I looked at each other in weary unison – “what lady?” We turned around to find our car… the dagger still lodged at the back of it.”

Context:

The performer was born and raised in the Philippines, and often told stories with his High School friends in lui of not having a one or access to the internet in the 80’s. They heard it from an older male classmate who heard it from another classmate and so on and so forth. The performer tweaked the tale to have it sound like a 1st person narration with the intention of scaring his kids with “stories from his youth.”

Analysis:

Balete Drive is a well-known street in Quezon City because it often features the white lady who is the universsal Filipino depiction of the traditional “white ghost.” Balete Drive is a brilliant tale because it connects the many small islands and spread out diverse regions of the Philippines. The Philippines has withstood colonization and are a group of people who vastly range in appearances. From looking Mestiza to Chinita to Morena to having different dialects, ghost stories such as Balete Drive are an iconic ghost symbol that unifies the Philippines.

Additionally, balete trees are often connoted with spirtual energy as being something either feared or respected. The tale of balete drive serves as a sort of memorate for this sacred perception of balete trees as the more stories such as the one the performer said are told, the greater the fear and veneration for the trees grows. The reputation toward balete trees only increases as more and more people tell and believe in these tales.

Charro Negro

Text:

A man on a horse makes a deal with the devil to save him from his crippling debt. After he makes the deal, he manages to pay off his debts but dies. However, his soul still rides on a horse doing the devil’s bidding and offering greedy individuals gold in exchange for their souls.

Context:

The informant heard this story from his mother, who is from Puebla, a city in Mexico.

Analysis:

From what I heard, I believe the legend reflects Mexico’s values around morality, greed, and justice. Because it is said that El Charro Negro comes to those who are greedy or desperate and offers wealth in exchange for their souls, it can be interpreted as a warning against moral corruption–material gain without integrity will come with a heavy, often dangerous price. This makes sense, as the tale emerged during the colonial times and blends indigenous beliefs with Catholic influences, such as a pact with the devil.

La Llorona

Text:

“Lla Lorona is a weeping ghost who can be found next to bodies of water, like lakes or rivers. She’s constantly crying because she can’t find her children who drowned years ago. If a child walks by the body of water she’s in, she’ll mistake them for her dead children and drag them into the body of water with her.”

Context:

The informant heard this story from their parents, as well as family members from Mexico, when they were a young child.

Analysis:

At its core, La Llorona seems to serves as both a moral warning and a cultural reflection: it reinforces traditional roles by portraying the ultimate punishment for failing in one’s duties as a mother, which is a theme that is shared between many cultures. However, this legend also symbolizes deeper historical and emotional wounds. One possible interpretation is that she represents the collective trauma of colonization—her cries echoing the pain of indigenous peoples who lost their families, land, and identity, serving as a metaphor for cultural loss. She is implied to be a woman of Latin heritage in a time of colonialism, where white men held all the power, and her tragic fate is directly tied to the racist system she existed in. Therefore, she represents the “bane” of an elite, white male demographic in a society where their power and influence finds its foundations in the oppression of those deemed “other”.