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Prikulich of Giesshübel

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Tradition / Region: Romanian Mythology
Alternate Names: Prikulich; The Dog Prikulich
Category: Dog

The Myth

In the village of Giesshübel there once lived a reckless young man known for chasing after the maids and living without restraint. One day, when he returned home, something uncanny happened. As he entered, he suddenly flipped over, and in that instant he was no longer a man but a white dog marked with grey spots.

From then on, the creature lived a double existence. By day the dog stayed quietly in the stable, keeping out of sight. But each night, when midnight came, it slipped out into the street. There it ran through the village and fought fiercely with the other dogs, as if driven by some restless and savage urge.

One night, when the dog returned home, his mother was waiting. Suspecting what he truly was, she struck him in the side with an awl. At the touch of the iron, the dog tumbled over once, twice, and a third time.

With the last turn, the animal vanished, and the young man lay there again in human form, freed from his strange condition.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Der Prikulitsch in Giesshübel. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/rumaenien/siebenbuergen/giesshuebel.html

Alzen Bridge Devil

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Tradition / Region: Romanian Mythology
Alternate Names: —
Category: Demon

The Myth

Many years ago, the pastor of Alzen had the habit of visiting the casino in Leschkirch twice each week. At midnight his coachman was sent to fetch him home. This duty troubled the servant greatly, for he had to drive alone across the Altmühl bridge at that lonely and haunted hour.

It was the custom to halt on the far side of the bridge so the horses could rest. Whether the coachman wished it or not, the animals were trained to stop there, and no urging could make them do otherwise.

One cold, bright night, under a clear moon, the coachman drove out as usual. The pastor’s coat lay folded on the back seat for the journey home. When the carriage reached the far side of the bridge, the horses halted of their own accord.

At that moment the coachman saw, in the pale light, a silent figure detach itself from the shadow of the bridge. Hat in hand, it climbed lightly onto the back seat and put on the priest’s coat.

The coachman trembled with fear. He thought he had glimpsed two horns upon the stranger’s head. His hands shook so violently he could scarcely hold the reins, and he dared not turn around again. The horses, as if driven by some unseen force, sped onward at a furious pace until they reached the appointed place.

Only then did the coachman gather the courage to look back. The seat was empty. The coat lay exactly where he had left it, untouched, and there was no sign of the strange passenger.

In the days that followed, people in every tavern spoke of the event. It was said that the pastor’s servant had unwittingly driven the Devil himself, and that he nearly left his master’s service rather than face such a night again.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Alzener Pfarrersknecht als des Teufels Fuhrmann. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/rumaenien/siebenbuergen/alzenerpfarrersknecht.html

Prepelitsch

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Tradition / Region: Romanian Mythology
Alternate Names: —
Category: Dog, Shapeshifter

The Myth

Near Agnetheln, a young married couple once worked together in the fields. When their drinking water was gone, the husband told his wife he would fetch more. Before leaving, he warned her that if a dog should come and attack her, she must defend herself bravely.

No sooner had he gone than a large dog appeared and rushed at the woman. It was fierce and relentless. She fought back as best she could, struggling to drive it away, but the beast managed to seize her apron and tear off a corner before finally running off across the fields.

Some time later her husband returned with the water. As she turned toward him, she froze in horror. Caught between his teeth was the very piece torn from her apron.

From that moment it was clear that the dog had not been an ordinary animal, but the man himself in another form.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Prepelitsch. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/rumaenien/siebenbuergen/prepelitsch.html

Servant as a Goat

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Tradition / Region: Romanian Mythology
Alternate Names: —
Category: Sheep

The Myth

In the Transylvanian village of Heitau, a Romanian farmhand once walked along the road with two maids. As they went, the man suddenly threw himself into a somersault. Then he somersaulted a second time, and a third.

At once he was no longer a man but a grey-spotted billy goat.

The animal charged furiously at the two girls. With its horns it gored and tore at their red katana, shredding the garments into pieces. The maids fled in terror as the goat raged around them.

After some time, the creature again threw itself into three somersaults. As it completed the last one, the goat vanished and the farmhand stood there once more in human form.

Yet the transformation had not left him untouched. A small shred of the torn red cloth had grown fast to his ears, and this strange mark, it was said, remained with him for the rest of his life.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Knecht als Ziegenbock. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/rumaenien/siebenbuergen/knechtalsziegenbock.html

Detta

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Tradition / Region: Romanian Mythology
Alternate Names: —
Category: Fairy

The Myth

In the old town of Timișoara there once lived two fairies, Mazura and Detta. Mazura was cruel and ill-tempered, while Detta was gentle and beautiful. The two quarreled constantly, for Mazura wished to rule the city alone and often threatened to destroy her rival. Detta, who longed for peace and would not live in hatred, finally chose to leave.

One morning she rose early and walked out into the open countryside, not knowing where she would go. She crossed fields and meadows, always heading west. By evening the sun burned red in the sky, and Detta came upon a small river whose waters murmured softly. Pleased with the place, she said, “Here I will stay. I like it here.”

She lifted her hands and whispered a spell, and at once a splendid house appeared on the riverbank. Yet Detta soon felt lonely and wished for human company. The next day she spoke another charm, and an inn sprang up beside her home. Still, she feared no one would pass that way, so she cast a third spell, and a country road formed, running close to the inn.

Now Detta was content. Travelers came along the road and stopped at the welcoming inn of the kind and beautiful hostess. A year later a band of Swabian settlers arrived from the Black Forest, searching for a place to live. Detta urged them to remain, telling them the land had forests, fields, and water enough for all. The Swabians liked what they saw and settled there.

Before long, the bravest and most handsome young hunter among them, Franzl, fell in love with Detta. When he asked her to marry him, she answered, “Franzl, I love you, but you must promise me one thing: never walk beside me in the street and never touch me in public or before strangers. If you break this promise, great misfortune will follow.” Franzl agreed, and they wed.

Ten years passed, and they had two children. One day they were invited to a wedding. Detta told her husband she would go ahead and meet him there, as always. But Franzl felt ashamed. The villagers whispered that husband and wife never appeared together and must not truly love each other. Determined to silence the gossip, he decided to ignore her warning. He believed her fears were only fancy.

He left the house and hurried after her. When he caught up, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and smiled.

Detta turned pale. “Franzl, why did you do that? Now I am lost…”

At once a blinding flash burst forth. In that instant the beautiful fairy, her grand house, and the inn vanished forever.

In memory of her, the settlers named their village Detta. And the place bore that name for generations afterward.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Die bildschöne Detta. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/rumaenien/banat/detta.html

Haunting at the Enerèweschter Weiher

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Tradition / Region: Luxembourg Mythology
Alternate Names: Spirits of the Enerèweschter Pond
Category: Ghost, Lake dweller

The Myth

Many years ago, on Friday nights, two enormous human figures were said to appear at the pond called Enerèweschter Weiher in the forest near Lintgen. Each carried a long whip and lashed the water with such force that the noise echoed far and wide. At the same time, strange cries of “Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!” rang through the night.

Afterward, the figures would perform a circle dance around the pond. Whenever anyone tried to approach them, they vanished at the slightest sound, leaving only a loud splash behind in the water.

One night, several daring young men from the village hid behind thick tree trunks, each armed with a club, determined to uncover the truth. As midnight drew near, they again heard the whipping and the eerie cries, and they saw the figures dancing. At a signal, they rushed forward and struck with all their strength. But their blows met nothing. They heard only a splash in the pond, and then all was still.

From that time on, the haunting ceased. Yet even today, some villagers believe that invisible spirits still play their tricks at the Enerèweschter Weiher.

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Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Der Spuk am Enerèweschter Weiher zu Lintgen. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/luxemburg/Spuk_Lintgen.html

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Bichelgretchen on the Syr

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Tradition / Region: Luxembourg Mythology
Alternate Names: Bichelgretchen; Washerwoman of the Syr
Category: Ghost, Forest dweller

The Myth

Near Mensdorf, people once heard a woman washing clothes every night by the Syr River in the Bichel forest. This figure was known as Bichelgretchen.

She was feared because she carried an iron washing beater, whose cracking sound echoed through the night as she washed.

Travelers were warned never to mock or imitate her.
If someone clapped their hands to mimic the sound of her iron washing beater, they would suddenly lose their footing and fall into the river — at which point loud, mocking laughter would ring out.

Bichelgretchen was believed to possess supernatural strength, and anyone who came too close risked being struck down by the terrible force of her iron washing beater.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Das Bichelgretchen an der Syr. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/luxemburg/Bichelgretchen.html

Bombatsche Kätchen of Greiweldingen

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Tradition / Region: Luxembourg Mythology
Alternate Names: Bombache Katie, Bombatsche Katie
Category: Ghost

The Myth

In the forest near Greiweldingen, in a meadow called Föllewies, a strange woman known as Bombatsche Kätchen was said to appear beside the stream.

She washed laundry there, but her washing consisted only of small scraps of cloth no larger than a hand. People claimed they had seen these little pieces hanging on the hedges nearby. Because of this, when someone washed only ragged scraps, it became customary to say that they had laundry like Bombatsche Kätchen.

The place where she was believed to live was said to be barren, with no trees growing there. Both adults and children were afraid to go to that spot, fearing that Bombatsche Kätchen might harm them.

Thus she was remembered as a feared washer spirit who haunted the lonely meadow and stream.

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Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Das Bombatsche Kätchen. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/luxemburg/Bombatsche_Kaetchen.html

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Gelsfrächen of the Castle Stream

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Tradition / Region: Luxembourg Mythology
Alternate Names: Washerwomen of the Gels
Category: Ghost

The Myth

In earlier times, the Gelsfrächen were said to come at night to the castle stream called the Gels near Weiler. There they washed clothing, and people in the surrounding houses often heard the clapping sound of water and washing through the darkness.

If the women or maids of the nearby households had no time to wash their garments, the Gelsfrächen would sometimes do the work for them. More than once the farmhands from the manor farm that had belonged to the castle found their dirty overpants, left soiled the evening before after work in the fields, freshly washed and hanging on the fence posts.

Thus the Gelsfrächen were remembered as night-washing spirits who labored unseen beside the stream.

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Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Das Gelsfrächen zu Weiler zum Turm. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/luxemburg/Gelsfraechen_Weiler.html

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Bewitched Water Bird of Geisbusch

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Tradition / Region: Luxembourg Mythology
Alternate Names: Geisbusch Night Bird
Category: Bird

The Myth

Many years ago, in the wooded area called Geisbusch between Alzingen and Itzig, there lay a large fishpond. Each evening an unknown bird appeared there, whose harsh and repulsive song frightened all who heard it.

People believed the creature possessed the power to bewitch any living being that came into its sight, luring them toward the pond where they would perish in the water. Because of this, no one dared approach it.

At last a mounted hunter decided to destroy the uncanny bird. One evening he rode into the forest with his double-barreled gun and crept close to the pond. When he thought himself near enough, he fired at the bird. Immediately afterward a pitiful cry and a dull roar were heard, and horse and rider were swallowed by the waters of the pond.

After this event, the pond was said to have turned into a wild moor. The place remained visible for a long time, but people carefully avoided it, believing that evil spirits still lingered there and sought to destroy anyone who came too near.

Sources

sagen.at contributors. (n.d.). Der verhexte Wasservogel auf dem Fischteich im Geisbusch. In sagen.at, from https://www.sagen.at/texte/sagen/luxemburg/Fischteich_Geisbusch.html