Urban legends are great for sending a chill up your spine at this time of year. We’re all familiar with Bloody Mary (delicious with some celery) and a phone call from beyond the grave (I wonder how much roaming charges are for the afterlife), but we are missing out on a whole world of spine-tingling, supposedly-true tales from around the world. In this series, you’ll find some of my favourites from around the world. I should point out now that most are creepy and a few are a little gruesome.
To quote one of my favourite childhood authors, “Reader beware, you’re in for a scare.”
The man-eating tree | Madagascar
According to this old African tale, there grows a certain type of tree that likes to eat people. Now you’d think it would be easy to outrun a tree but this particular tree can snatch passers-by with its branches, open its trunk and stuff you inside with the squirrels. Apparently, this is the perfect time for a bit of a sing-song (to keep the spirits up?) as friends and relatives are said to hear the victims singing from inside the bark. If this happens to your mate, don’t fret. The stories say that you can chuck a woodpecker a couple of quid so it will use its magic abilities and sharp beak to pry the tree open and let the victim out.
Van Hunks and the Devil | Table Mountain, South Africa
A Dutch pirate from the 18th century, Jan van Hunks retired after many years at sea, and lived on the slopes of Devils’ Peak, part of Table Mountain. He’d often walk the mountain while smoking his pipe when he needed to clear his mind (or escape his wife). On one of his walks, a stranger asked if he had any tobacco to spare (don’t you hate scroungers?). This being the 18th century, this inevitable lead to a smoking competition (which is somehow a thing) with the prize on the line being a ship full of gold. After several days, Van Hunks won, but as there is always a catch, it turned out the stranger was the Devil, who, annoyed at losing his bet, vanished the pirate on the spot, leaving only a charred patch of ground. Legend says that to this day, when thick white clouds roll across the top of the mountain, Van Hunks and the Devil are at it again.
The ghost of Uniondale | Western Cape, South Africa
One stormy weekend in 1968, a young couple had a car accident and the woman, named Marie Charlotte Roux was tragically killed. Since Easter weekend 1976, a ghostly figure matching her description has been reported, asking for lifts on the same stretch of road only to vanish a few miles down the road. I bet she doesn’t even chip in for petrol money.