The ‘Devil Woman’ of the Caribbean

Though they are just small pieces of land surrounded by water with minor populations, the Caribbean is still a severely haunted place where evil lurks in the dark corners of villages and the deep forests.

When the Europeans began their conquest of the New World centuries ago, many made land in the Caribbean, in particular, the French. Islands such St. Martin, Guadeloupe & Martinique are still entirely French-speaking to this day. As the dark aspects of both African and French cultures intertwine, it gave birth to evil entities that still terrifying local islanders to this very day. One in particular is the ‘La Diablesse’ (La-Dee-Ab-Less), which is the French word for ‘Female Devil’, or as the locals refer to her as the ‘Devil Woman’ of the Caribbean.

She is the evil spirit of a woman and practitioner of old-African black magic. In her human form, she appears as a seductress that dresses in traditional West Indian garb with a wide-brimmed hat to cover her hideous face and a long skirt that reaches to the floor to conceal her most distinct and revealing feature which is one of her feet is that of a cow’s hoof. She lingers on deserted roads awaiting unsuspecting men whom she leads astray with her charm into the dark of the forests causing them to become lost, disoriented and ultimately die as a result while trying to find their way back home. The La Diablesse then claims the souls of her victims after she causes their untimely deaths.

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This happened many years ago, but I can still recall every detail vividly. Some back story. I am usually a skeptic when it comes to things like this, preferring scientific logic to explain what goes bump in the night. Sadly even I have no explanation. Anyways, at the time we lived in a 100+ year old farm house. The kind that has a coal chute and stone foundation. We lived in a small lake community in New York, so houses were close together. Sometimes too close.

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“Double-Dip” of Ghosts At Camp Lejune

This story happened to me in October of 2009, around Halloween in North Carolina. Camp Lejune is a naval/military base near the Outer Banks on the coast. Despite that, it isn’t considered haunted by most people.

When I was driving past it 1 night at around 9 PM, I saw a haggard-looking man in a gray suit with his thumb out. I slowed to a stop and opened my window. I asked him if he would like a ride and he replied “That would be nice. Thank you.” I actually let him in and didn’t say anything about his suit. I figured he was a Civil War actor who had stayed out really late at a bar or restaurant. As I drove, we made small talk about the war and other things. He told me about the battles in the Carolinas and also about accidents that happened on the road a long time ago. We were having a good time, until I mentioned that I was from Pennsylvania. He stared at me with a look that was a cross of bewilderment with resentment. He just grunted and said “I see.” I figured he reacted like that because he was a Southern sympathizer. They all seem to be bitter about the outcome, even though it happened over a century and a half ago. After 20 more minutes, I got to the edge of the base, when he said “Please stop. This is where I get off.” I asked him if he would like a drink or some food. “No, thank you. I’m in a bit of a rush” he replied. As he got out, I saw he was looking pale and figured he was exhausted. However, after a few seconds, he was gone. I just drove off without saying a thing. I knew what happened, but was too tired to deal with it.

I was about to turn off to get back to my mom’s house (since I was visiting her) when I heard the radio crackle and in the static, I thought I heard a voice. I couldn’t make it out what it said, but despite the garble, I was able to pick out 3 words. “war”, “South”, and “Lee.” I figured Lee was a reference to Robert E. Lee. Lee had been a great commander for the South during the war. When I heard those words, I thought back to an experience in Gettysburg. I had brought a recorder and asked “Do you hate Robert E. Lee?” I got static that sounded like an angry “YES!” I shook it off and drove back around to re-enter the base to see if it was just interference. However, the radio was fine. When I got close to the exit again, I heard a voice clearly say “Damn the living who mock this war!”

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I had two best friends, I’ll call them Jenny and Anna because our actual finnish names are a bit hard for foreigners. We had this great idea to try an ouija board after listening to another story from my dad, which had people going crazy after tampering with the board. My dad works as a nurse in a mental asylum, and he always told us stories about his patients.

One night, when he was working an all nighter, we decided it was time to try the board. Me being the artistic one, was assigned to draw the board. I have always been interested in the occult and read a lot, so I thought I knew what I was doing. I did not.

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I’m a 26 year old female from Saskatchewan, Canada. My story happened about a decade ago, but it has been cemented in my memory. Even though I think of what happened often, I rarely share it with anyone because the people I have shared it with, either don’t believe me or think that I’m exaggerating.

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The one we most frequented was a 3 story abandoned building with all windows boarded up on the first floor, which actually benefited us because it made people think the building was inaccessible and we would never have to worry about visitors or even police officers. We had a choice of pulling a piece of plywood aside and crawling into the first floor, or climbing up an outside arch to the second story where the windows were broken and safe to climb through. After countless times of our first story entrance being nailed shut, we would always use the second alternative.

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A Ghost, and my Bedroom Door

This story takes place years ago, around the time I was in 7th grade. Though, it actually happened more than once, so part of it occurs about a year before that. This may sound kind of silly, but for me it was terrifying. Do note that at that age, I obviously wasn’t doing drugs or alcohol.

It all started during the summer of 2016. I was in my room watching the First Season of Yu-Gi-Oh while my parents worked outside, enjoying myself. My door was closed, probably to keep the cool air inside my room, and my dog was taking a nap next to me. My mother was just then getting done with mowing the yard when it happened. Suddenly, my dog jolts awake, and her ears perk up. “What’s wrong?” I ask her, and she stares at my bedroom door. Then, the door just… Opens. Keep in mind, the door was locked, and the latch is too strong for a draft to blow it open. I raise my eyebrow as it slowly closes, and then pops open again. During that summer, it wasn’t uncommon for my friend to come over without warning, so I assumed it was just him trying to spook me. I stood up and grabbed the door, poking my head through it and looking into the hallway. I called my friend’s name, but nobody was there. “Weird,” I thought, latching the door. It resumed, and I was a little spooked, but it stopped not even a minute later.

Later that same summer, I was watching TV in the morning while my mom was still asleep. The door just opens again, following the same pattern. Open, shut… Open, shut. It would just creepily repeat. My dog was more spooked this time, the hair on her back raising and she growled at it. I did what I did last time, and just latched the door. I layed back down and resumed my show, but not even thirty seconds later, the door opened again. I tried to ignore it, and it just continued for another twenty minutes. I had it, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over and opened the door fully, and slid the door-stop into place with my foot. Fairly scared, I sat back down, and that was the end of it.

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Hey, y’all. I decided to post a bit more often as I have many stories to tell of the horror/spooky nature. I live in central Texas and there is a dark side to this seemingly safe and normal city of mine. It may not be historical, but there are ancient things that roam these woods. There are these… hot spots, if you will. One such place, also being possibly the most active, is a little railroad crossing about 10 minutes from my house. There is a river that runs underneath the old, aged bridge, and a trail on each side of the riverbank to go down to the river. The vegetation is thick and various in species, there is a small marshy area to the left of the bridge on the eastern bank, and on the western side there was a lot of graffiti on the walls and odd patches of dead or sparse grass.

The first occurrence was on my friend’s, lets call him Rick, birthday in 2011. Our good friends, Johnathan and Keith were over and after we ate at Cici’s pizza for dinner, we all wanted to go out and work some of it off. We decided to go and explore the tracks and maybe go down to the river. About 1/2 the way down the tracks to the bridge, we spotted a medium sized black dog sitting at the eastern trailhead, staring at us. We figured there must be someone down there fishing or swimming and brought their dog. As we approached, it walked down to the riverbank.

We approached the riverbank down the steep trail and realized there wasnt anyone there. We wondered which way the dog went, thinking maybe something had happened and we saw tracks headed south through the marshy area and into some rather thick and tall vegetation (elephant ears, buffalo grass, vines, trees, etc). Johnathan and I followed them rather swiftly while Rick and Keith took their time behind us. Eventually, the trail led to an opening. Now, the grass in the opening was much shorter than the rest and trees surrounded it wiith 3ft tall buffalo grass. The dog had gone through the southernmost side, and as we entered the clearing, 4 more came out of the treeline. We froze. The hair on our bodies standing on end, feeling trapped and in danger. Slowly, almost tauntingly, the first dog came out of the brush, and sat about 3ft away from us, just staring. The eyes looked black, not the usual dark brown or even blue eyes dogs have.

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The Ranch House

When i was 8, my sister and I were living with our mom in a small house near Camp Lejune in North Carolina. One day, i looked out my window and saw that there was a ramshackle house a couple blocks down. My mom let my sister and I go anywhere in our small community, so my sister and I decided to investigate. Our neighbors, Jessica and Marcia joined us. When we steeped inside the abandoned house, it smelled of mold, mildew, and cat urine. Jessica made a comment about it smelling like death, and I noticed Marcia shoot her a glance. Jessica didn’t say anything more. After we left, i had a feeling something was watching me. I looked back and saw nothing. The other 3 were completely normal. A few weeks later, my sister and I had gone to a pool party and we heard 2 teenagers talking about the ranch house near my house. As we listened, one of them said “Yeah. But, he was never found.” We were intrigued, so we asked my mom about it. She said the old house hadn’t been lived in for at least 15 years. I asked her why exactly, and she told me that a man who used to live in it went hunting in Pennsylvania and was expected to be back within a week. He never returned. After 11 days, there was a search party of about 300 people searching North Carolina and Pennsylvania. Even thought the search was long and exhaustive, no trace of the man was ever found. A few nights later, my sister shook me awake and told me to look out the window. I looked outside at the house in the distance and saw a bright light upstairs. I looked at my sister and she nodded, meaning that was what she wanted me to see. The next day, we woke up at 5 and dressed quietly. Our mom would kill us if she saw we were outside at that time. We both creeped over to the house – which was now dark – and looked inside. We saw something we hadn’t seen before. It was an old shoe. We both distinctly remembered no shoe being there when we had checked a couple weeks ago. My sister said it was either a prank or someone with a twisted sense of humor. A few days before the school year began and we had to move back with our dad, I looked one more time and saw someone walking towards the house. I ran towards the house and arrived to see the 2 teens setting down a coat on the floor. When they saw me watching, they froze and acted natural. I asked them about the shoe and they said they were putting stuff in the house and did it to scare the “C-Kids” which was their slang for city kids. They led me upstairs and showed me that the light my sister and I had seen was a spotlight they had been operating that night. I asked them about something I had seen that my sister didn’t. I had seen a filmy white figure roaming the house a couple nights after the pool party. I asked them which one of them it was and they both looked at the floor, then at each other, then at me. “That wasn’t us” they said. All of a sudden, all 3 of us had a feeling something was staring at us. We ran downstairs, but the feeling stayed with us. The 2 teens both looked back and screamed. I looked back and then it was MY turn to scream! We all saw a figure of a man with only half a face. The 2 teens were both 16, so they didn’t know that the man had gone missing while hunting. They only knew he was never found. We all decided that what we were looking at was the ghost of him. We attributed his bloody shirt to mean he was either shot or suffered an accident. The half-face? We aren’t sure about that. He shook a fist at us and then yelled. It was the most terrifying yell I’ve ever heard. It was something between a panther and screeching tires. We all ran without looking back again and burst into my house. My sister and mom looked up and saw all 3 of us collapsed on the floor. My mom asked what happened and we quickly said that we were scared because we saw a wolf (my house was across the street from some woods.) I told my sister before our dad arrived on the day we moved back and she didn’t say anything. I guess she believed me. To this day, I still think about that house. Did somebody buy it? If so, did they figure out the deal with the ghost? Was the ghost just melancholy or sinister? Also, will he ever find peace?
Note: A few weeks after I moved back, a man’s body was found in Allentown. He had half of his face missing, which was attributed to scavengers.

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Look At Them Run

If you’re from the Peru-Converse area of Indiana, you probably know about Okie Pinokie. If you don’t, here’s a brief rundown.

Okie Pinokie is the local name for part of the Frances Slocum State Park, where County Road 510 E dead-ends in Peru, Indiana; the road merely makes a circle and doubles back into itself. It’s just a stone’s throw from the Mississinewa River.

Many who have visited it claim it’s haunted, but if you try to look it up online, you’ll get a lot of inconclusive results.

Supposedly at the turn of the last century, a 7-year-old girl named Stephanie was found brutally raped and murdered in the woods, and in the 1960s, four headless bodies were found in the circle formed by the road. More recently, a man was beaten to death in a robbery gone bad (this was in May of 2018). You can see scratches on one of the trees; they look like they’re made by a deer scraping its antlers on the bark, but they’re horizontal and have a space for an opposable thumb.

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