Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: The Old Man of the Oligsbaach Category: Swamp dweller
The Myth
At the source of the Oligsbaach, a stream that after a short course flows into the Alt, also called the Gaanerbaach, there was said to roam a fearful being known as the Oligsmännchen.
The stream was known to swell into a raging torrent, and people warned that no one should be seen on the nearby meadow after sunset. For if anyone lingered there in the evening, the grim old spirit would seize him by the hair in an instant and drag him down into the depths, where he would be lost beyond rescue.
Thus the Oligsmännchen was feared as the dark guardian of the spring and its dangerous waters.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: The Splash Man, Little Splashing Man Category: River dweller
The Myth
In the village of Oberanven, people once spoke of a mysterious being called the Plätschmännchen.
Every evening it was said to move along the stream that ran through the village, splashing loudly in the water as though striking it with a rod or whip. The sound was clear and unmistakable, yet no one ever saw the being itself.
Thus the villagers believed that an unseen water spirit passed through the stream each night, known only by the sound of its splashing.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: Echternach Water Giant Category: River dweller
The Myth
Near Echternach there was said to dwell an immense water spirit.
During the day he remained in the Spelzbusche, hidden from sight. At nightfall he descended to the Sauer River and plunged into the water.
He was described as a gigantic figure clad in long, flowing white robes. Fishermen feared him greatly, for when he hurled himself into the river, the force of his fall shattered boats nearby and broke them to pieces.
Thus the great spirit of the river was believed to move between forest and water, unseen by day and feared at night.
In earlier times, the ferry at Rosport on the Sauer River was said to be haunted.
When the ferryman had to carry passengers late at night, it sometimes happened that the boat, though empty or only lightly loaded, suddenly became terribly heavy in midstream. It could scarcely be moved and seemed ready to sink at any moment.
The ferrymen believed that this was caused by a malevolent spirit that climbed invisibly into the boat and weighed it down as it crossed the river.
Thus the ferry was feared at night, for people said an unseen being still haunted the crossing.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: The Mermaid of the Weir; connected spirit known as the Schaffmännchen (Drowned Boatman) Category: Mermaid
The Myth
Near the weir at Mörsdorf, people spoke of a water nymph who lived in the rushing water.
Long ago, a fisherman — called the Schaffmännchen, the Little Boatman — tried to pass the weir on a moonlit night after a successful catch. He had taken many large fish, especially trout, and as he forced his way upstream he drove his iron-tipped pole harshly into the riverbed, damaging the nymph’s dwelling beneath the water.
Angered by this, the water spirit rose up in fury and dragged the boatman down into the waves. He perished there in the current.
Since that time, people have often heard strange sounds near the weir at night. They say it is the drowned fisherman struggling with the foaming water, trying again and again to force his way through. Nothing can be seen, only the sound of his pole striking the river. The unseen boatman wanders the place through the night, and though he harms no one, he drives away those who come too near with shouts, threats, and curses.
Thus the spirit of the drowned boatman remains bound to the weir, and the water nymph still guards her dwelling beneath the rushing current.
On the Moselle River, at a place called ob em Meilesteen a short distance upstream from Mertert, fishermen who worked at night often heard a strange sound. It resembled the splashing of countless carp striking the water with their tails, and the noise drifted downstream toward Mertert and beyond. Near Wasserbillig it suddenly ceased, and people said it stopped where the old Moselstadt once stood, for it was believed that a great town of that name had existed there long ago.
The fishermen said the splashing was caused by the Moselgeist, the spirit of the Moselle.
Others told that at the same place, in the darkness of night, they had seen an unknown boatman crossing the river. He rowed silently across the water, and just as suddenly as he had appeared, he vanished into the river and was gone.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: River Stone Man, Sempchen Steipmännchen Category: River dweller
The Myth
One evening, as a man was traveling from Ahn to Wormeldange, he saw in the Sempchen river a small, bony old man struggling to force a boat against the current. Moved by pity, the traveler went down to the bank and called out to him, offering to help and asking the old man to throw him a rope so he could pull the boat toward Wormeldange.
But the little figure had only pretended to struggle in order to lure him. Instead of tossing a rope, the Steipmännchen suddenly struck the man with a violent blow from his oar. The traveler fell to the ground, stunned, while the deceitful river spirit had accomplished his trick.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: Little Rock Man, Stone Man of the Moselle Category: River dweller
The Myth
In earlier times, a malicious spirit known as the Steipmännchen lived near Ehnen along the Moselle. He delighted in teasing the boatmen who traveled the river and in playing tricks on them.
On stormy nights he was said to sail a half-boat near the Ehnen weir, splashing loudly with oar and pole while crying out again and again, “Help, help, or I will perish!” If a compassionate boatman rowed toward the dangerous place to rescue him, he found no one in need. Instead, the Steipmännchen laughed and clapped from the rocky bank. Should the boatman grow angry and curse him, the spirit might capsize the boat, leaving the man to struggle in the cold water.
At other times the little being would call from the ferry on the opposite shore, begging to be taken across. When a boatman came to fetch the supposed traveler, he was met only by mocking laughter. As soon as he returned home, the drawn-out cry of “Carry me over!” would sound again from the nearby Braas forest.
People also told that at the witching hour a boat was often heard on the Moselle traveling up from Wormeldingen as far as the statue of Saint Nicholas. There it could go no farther and would suddenly turn back downstream, only to return again and again until the hour had passed. No one ever saw the Steipmännchen himself, but many claimed to have heard his ghostly passage upon the river.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: The Well Spirit of Gondelingen, The White Woman of the Sulphur Spring Category: Ghost
The Myth
In the forest between Dalheim and Waldbredimus lies an old spring known as the Sulphur Spring. Long ago, near this place stood the castle of Gondelingen, now almost entirely vanished. People have long believed that a restless spirit dwells at the spring and in the surrounding hills.
Once, several women gathering herbs near the spring saw their collected plants suddenly scattered by an unseen force, as if by an invisible hand. It was said that an underground tunnel once led from the spring to the castle, and that within the castle there was a chamber called the Green Chamber, feared by its inhabitants because the spirit sometimes haunted it at night.
Some described the spirit as a gaunt, slender woman who wandered between the spring, the ruins, and the nearby mountain called the Hurenstein. At midnight she was said to fight with a knight beneath a great beech tree and then, defeated, hurry back toward the castle, disappearing into the tunnel that led to the spring. Woe to anyone she met on the path.
One man from Dalheim told how, while out at night gathering pears, he saw a white female figure walking ahead of him. Though she seemed to move slowly, he could not catch her. He later heard the clock strike midnight, and the figure let out a piercing scream. When he returned to search for her with prayers and holy water, he experienced terrifying noises, crashing blows, and flashes of fire. When he regained his senses, he found himself near the Sulphur Spring, where he saw the white woman glide swiftly through the air and vanish into the spring with cries of lament.
Another man encountered the spirit during a storm near the old ponds fed by the spring. He followed a moving light, sank into swampy water, and saw the spirit rise in a burst of brightness, hovering above the banks and circling the air while wailing. A violent wind arose, and as he fled, he saw the apparition disappear toward the Hurenstein.
Since then, people say the spirit of the Sulphur Spring still wanders between the ruins, the hills, and the water, lamenting without rest.
Tradition / Region:Luxembourg Mythology Alternate Names: Birch Maiden, Birkenjungfer, Birch Damselfly, White Horse of the Birk Category: Swamp dweller, Ghost, Forest dweller
The Myth
In the birch forests and moors near Mutfort, Ötringen, and the Birk, there was said to wander a mysterious female spirit known as the Birch Maiden.
She often appeared as a young woman dressed in dazzling white. At times she spread a white carpet before travelers, upon which a small goat would suddenly appear. Others saw her walking silently along lonely paths, wearing a white skirt, sometimes with a red apron, or carrying a white switch. She would not answer greetings and vanished as suddenly as she appeared.
At the Birkengraben, many claimed to see her at dusk: a white figure who would utter a shrill cry, rise into the air, and disappear toward the birch moor while a terrible roaring swept through the forest. Some saw her carrying two burning candles, accompanying travelers through the night with a rushing noise in the air until she vanished near the village.
The tale says she had once been the daughter of a wealthy count whose castle stood near Ötringen. She wished to remain unmarried, but her father forced her toward a marriage she refused. On the morning of her wedding she fled into the nearby forest. Pursued by her father’s servants, she ran across the birch moor and vanished into its depths with a cry. Since then she has wandered the place as a restless spirit.
On certain nights before midnight, she is seen lamenting at the edge of the moor, clothed in white and carrying lights. If anyone dares to approach, she disappears with a scream. Should a person follow her to the edge of the bog, she may seize him and drag him down into the depths.
The Birch Maiden is also said to roam the area in another form. In the meadow called Lohkaul, a riderless white horse appears at night, bearing a shining saddle. It bursts from the forest, gallops to the banks of the Syr, and grazes there quietly. When a weary traveler passes, the horse comes tamely and seems to invite him to mount. But anyone who accepts is carried with great speed to the birch moor or to the Pleitringer pond and thrown into the water.
Thus the spirit of the Birch Maiden wanders the forest, the moor, and the meadows, appearing sometimes as a grieving woman in white and sometimes as the ghostly white horse that lures the unwary to destruction.
