Brazilian Horror Folklore: Animated Corpses, Old Hags, and Backwoods Creatures
Let's look at three of the scariest legends from Brazilian Folklore: Corpo Secos that rise from their graves, Pisadeiras that creep into your room at night, and the mighty Mapinguari that stalks the rainforest
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Corpo-Seco
Lenda do Corpo Seco – Lendas de São Paulo
Legends of Brazil: Spirits, Monsters and Guardians by M. Kraemer
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https://mythus.fandom.com/wiki/Corpo_Seco
Pisadeira
Sleep Paralysis in Brazilian Folklore and Other Cultures: A Brief Review
What’s a Sleep Paralysis Demon?
What sleep paralysis feels like: Terrifying, like you're trapped with a demon on your chest
The Creepiest Ghost And Monster Stories From Around The World | WAMU
La Pisadeira legend of Brazil | Mythfolks
Brazilian Mythology: Enthralling Folktales, Vibrant Folklore, Mythical Legends, and Deities of Brazil by Billy Wellman
Legends of Brazil: Spirits, Monsters and Guardians by M. Kraemer
15 People On Their Experience With The ‘Sleep Paralysis Demon’ | Thought Catalog
Mapinguari
A Huge Amazon Monster Is Only a Myth. Or Is It? - The New York Times
Howling Amazon monster just an Indian legend?
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The Most Dangerous Animals of the Amazon Rainforest - WorldAtlas
Did ground sloths survive to Recent times in the Amazon region?
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This Sloth Monster Is Said To Roam The Amazon Rainforest – Here’s What The Evidence Says
The Legends of the Amazon by Mario Cascudo
Legends of Brazil: Spirits, Monsters and Guardians by M. Kraemer
Brazilian Mythology: Enthralling Folktales, Vibrant Folklore, Mythical Legends, and Deities of Brazil by Billy Wellman p. 53
TRANSCRIPT
Welcome to heart starts pounding, once again, I’m your host Kaelyn Moore
I’m excited to share these stories with you today, this was actually requested by a few of our Brazilian listeners who told me I HAD to check out the scary legends from the country. So I did, and I haven’t been able to sleep since, mostly because I’m terrified of the Pisadeira coming to get me at night.
If you guys want me to cover specific horror folklore from any region, please let me know! You can send those in reviews or comments, or, as always, you can send a messenger to the Rogue Detecting Society headquarters. I’m here all day by the fire, reading scary stories you guys send me with Jinx, our ghost (JINX SOUND)
Before we dive in, this week I’m giving a shoutout to listener Theresa, who told me she recently went on a vacation where she discovered a strange VHS tape. She watched it and then got a phone call where the person on the other end said “7 days” and then hung up. I think the weirdest part of that story is honestly the face you stayed at a place that still had VHS tapes, Theresa, and please contact me next week so we know you’re ok.
I love hearing all of the spooky things that happen to you guys. Keep sharing those, as well as your macabre hobbies, special interests, jobs, you name it. I love our dark little community.
But for now, let’s get to our first terrifying creature.
In southern Brazil, outside the city of Monteiro Lobato [MON-TEAR-OH LOW-BOT-OH], there’s a deep cave that locals know to not go near. Not because you may get lost inside the long, pitch black tunnels of the cave, no. It’s far worse
See, at night, a loud, horrible shriek can be heard coming from the depths of the cave it’s been happening for as long as people can remember.
And while no one really knows what’s inside of the cave making the sound, if you were to stop and talk to one of the elders in the community, they may tell you that they remember a time before something horrible inhabited the cave. And then, they’d tell you this story.
Many years ago, there was a young man named Pedro Vicente who lived in town. Locals knew him as the smartest boy in the area, he always had his nose in a book. he lived next door to another young man named Zé [ZAY] Maximiano [MAHX-E-ME-AH-NO].
The whole town – including Pedro – knew that Zé was a cruel person, especially to his parents. Neighbors would hear him screaming at them at night. About how he needed more allowance, for nicer clothes and fancier things. Now Zé’s family wasn’t particularly wealthy, and aside from that, they didn’t think it was a good lesson to just hand him as much money as he wanted. But when they didn’t comply with his demands, he’d lash out even harder, sometimes violently.
Now, this would’ve been terrible anywhere, but Brazilian culture places a big emphasis on family and respect for elders. Which meant Zé’s abuse wasn’t just awful, it was unforgivable.
And it wasn’t just his parents. Zé was a bully, to students and teachers at his school, to his neighbors, to Pedro Vicente next door. His reign of terror seemed to have no end.
But one evening, Ze’s parents came home and found him lying face down on the floor, dead. A window in the back of his house was left wide open and a breeze wafted inside. His parents called for help, devastated, but the police were not all that interested in solving this case. No one in town seemed all that interested in the case being solved, honestly. And so what happened to Ze remained a mystery.
Regardless, his parents decided he should be buried in the local cemetery.
And normally, that would have been fine, but some of the towns people got a really bad feeling when they heard this. They said that he shouldn’t be buried in town, and so Pedro asked them why that was.
See, in Brazil, it’s believed that something can happen when a person is so evil that neither God nor the Devil wants them, an elder told them. Legends have been passed down that say because of this rejection, the earth itself will expel them from their grave.
The elder told Pedro he had seen this happen before. After an evil person is buried, the dirt over the grave will stay unsettled, until slowly, a dirty and limp hand appears, then another, and finally, the whole person is spit out from their grave.
Why can’t you just rebury them? Pedro asked. With a big cement block over them or something.
Because they’ve become a Corpo Seco. The man replied.
“A Corpo Seco?” Pedro asked. What’s that?
A monster Cursed to roam around the land of the living as a violent, undead thing. And if you try to catch them, they’ll kill you. Rip you limb from limb.
Pedro looked at him suspiciously. He sounded like a crazy old man. Corpses didn’t rise from the dead. He had read enough books to know that for certain.
Because of this worry, the town decided to move Zé’s body from the local graveyard to a distant cave in the mountains, which was surrounded by water. Corpo-secos can’t swim, you see. The water seeps through the holes in their rotted flesh and exposed bones and they can’t stay afloat. so even if Zé came back to life, the stream would keep him locked away forever.
The local priest asked Pedro to move the body. No one else in their community would, and they told him it would bring him many blessings in the church if he did this. “Just make sure you bring a quince stick” the priest told him. A quince stick is a branch from a fruit plant native to Brazil, and they say it’s the only weapon you can use against a corpo seco.
Pedro agreed, and went to the local graveyard to dig up Zé’s body. He moved it into a basket, trying not to look at how disfigured and terrifying his friend seemed. Zé’s skin was all dried out, and was wrapped tightly around his bones, like cracked leather drapes. But, he didn’t move. Of course he didn’t move, Pedro thought. The elder was just trying to scare him.
And As he was leaving the cemetery, he saw a quince stick sitting by the entrance gate. But He looked back at Ze’s body, which was under a blanket sitting in a wagon hitched to his horse. It was, once again, completely still. He didn’t need some dumb stick, he decided, and he set out for the mountains with Zé’s body in tow.
Eventually, he got up the mountains, to a fast flowing stream in front of a cave. This must be where the elders wanted him to drop Ze. Because Corpo Seco’s couldn’t swim, Ze would never be able to leave the cave. Pedro looked back at the blanket, which continued to not move. It didnt seem like Ze would be doing much swimming anyways, but here we go. He unhitched the wagon and pulled Ze’s body onto the horse, which carried them across the stream toward the cave.
Pedro could immediately tell why they chose this cave. It was too short for his horse, so he pulled Ze’s body off and started dragging it into the depths of the pitch blackness. It seemed to go on forever. Those elders were so paranoid, Pedro thought.
Finally, they got deep enough into the cave where pedro had to light a match. the moist walls of the cave were illuminated, and there, on the ground in front of him, he saw something. The outline of footprints.
But they were spiny and thin. Skeletal. And they were walking in the opposite direction of him, out towards the entrance of the cave.
Pedro shook it off and kept walking, until he reached the end, where he saw a pile of skeletons. Other supposed corpo secos, he figured. See, all the bodies did was lay and rot. Not a corpo seco to be found. He dropped off Ze’s body and then turned back around.
But he started walking a bit faster than usual. Was it because he was nervous? No, corpo seco’s aren’t real he reminded himself. It was just the elders being paranoid. And yet his pace was picking up, faster still.
Pedro was almost at the entrance of the cave, he could see the outside world, but his horse was no longer there. He squinted and saw that it back on the opposite side of the river, running in the other direction, as if something had spooked it
And just then, something stepped in front of him. A silhouette of rotting flesh and decay. The smell was putrid, like spoiled meat. Cracked, leathery skin still covered parts of the figure.
It lunged at Pedro, who had no choice but to turn around and run back into the cave, the figure limping quickly after him.
He reached the end of the cave and saw, Ze’s body was no longer there. He turned to see two deathly figures limping towards him, the one from the outside of the cave, and Ze.
All that could be heard from the outside, over the sound of the rushing river, was Pedro as he was torn limb from limb by the Corpo Seco’s. .
The word corpo-seco translates to “dried body” in Portuguese. Which is precisely what it is. It’s a cursed person condemned to roam the Earth as a dried-out, undead corpse. Its specific description varies across regions, with some sure that its face is full of pustules, and others describing a skeletal figure with cracked, dry, leathery skin stretched over its bones. It’s mostly found in graveyards, abandoned buildings and dark forests or roadsides at dusk.
People who have seen these things report feeling a huge sense of dread. Sometimes, this feeling is so powerful, it literally paralyzes them. Which can put them in danger in more ways than one. First, because they can’t move or run. But also, dread and fear and all that kind of stuff actually enriches the corpo-seco. It feeds off terror, so the more scared you are, the more delicious you become.
The origin story of the first corpo-seco usually involves someone like Zé – a man who was so evil that when he died, the ground expelled his body.
There’s a Famous Brazilian folklorist name Luís da Câmara Cascudo, and he wrote about the corpo-seco in his 1947 book, A geografia dos mitos brasileiros. In it, he pointed out that the myth is actually broader than that, saying, quote, “In the north of Brazil, the greedy, the incestuous, the bad son, has his body rejected by the tomb. The earth does not eat the hand that was raised against the father, mother or priest.”
Basically, anyone who disrespects a holy person or a parent, could become a corpo-seco. A creature who is damned to prowl the earth as an undead thing for eternity.
But even though the corpo-seco’s roots are very old, people are still seeing it today.
A few years ago, a local paper spoke to a woman named Maria…and she had an alarming story to tell them about what happened to her while visiting a cemetery in Southern Brazil.
Maria was inside a walled-in graveyard, looking out over the rows of flat, innocuous headstones. Bright-colored flowers covered a lot of the plots, planted there by loved ones. None of this was unusual, of course. It looked like it always did – a cemetery.
But at some point she noticed something on the wall that surrounded the enclosure. And when she did, she could feel the blood drain from her face.
Because on that wall was a corpse. She could see it crouched on the top of the stone, staring down at her with vacant, hollow eyes that looked like windows into the black depths of hell..
Maria escaped the cemetery that day, but it was an experience she would never forget. When she told the paper about it, she said, quote, “I saw with my own two eyes that the Corpo Seco exists, and I don't want to go near that cemetery again."
Which is understandable. But…cemeteries aren’t the only place in Brazil you can meet a monster. And if you do, make sure you have a quince stick to keep you safe.
Imagine this — it’s dinnertime, and your best friends in the world come to your house for a meal. You all sit down at your large communal table. The lights are low, candles flicker, and a crooning, dinner party soundtrack plays. You pass around some wine and feast on the banquet in front of you. As you all eat, you laugh and tell stories. You’re having such a magical time, and you’re sitting for so long, that it’s easy to keep indulging in the food and drink in front of you. The rich, marinated meat and the decadent potatoes go perfectly with the earthy wine.
It’s well after midnight by the time you go to bed. You’re too drunk and happy to do the dishes, so you just crawl into your sheets and snuggle in. You fall asleep very, very quickly.
Except at some point, you realize you’re not asleep anymore. This realization comes on slowly. First, you understand you’re lying in bed. Then you become aware of the room around you, and a faint breeze blows in through your open window, rustling the curtains. You’re also aware that something smells bad, a putrid, rotting stench that makes your still-full stomach heave.
You want to sit up and see what it is. But when you try, you realize that you can’t move. You’re still heavy with sleep, and your body won’t listen to your brain. Your chest feels heavy, too, in a horrible way that makes it hard to breathe. The air barely makes it into your throat, not filling your lungs up all the way. It makes you panic, which makes it even harder to breathe.
The only thing that works correctly…are your eyes. You can move them, which means you can see that the room is very dark, with a sliver of moonlight coming in through the gap in the curtains. It casts shadows about the room, and shines a spotlight on…
The creature sitting on your chest.
It has the face of an old woman, with blazing red eyes that glint in the blueish hue of the moon. She lifts a finger with a long, dirt-caked nail and presses it to her lips, as if telling you to hush.
She doesn’t need to. Your throat won’t work, no matter how hard you try to scream for help. And judging by the gaping, twisted grin on this woman’s face, she knows it. She lets out a rancid, hair-raising laugh, and as her cackle rattles around in your head, her weight seems to press down even more.
The only thing you can do is stare into her evil face and silently pray for mercy.
The woman on your chest has a name – the Pisadeira (Pee-Sah-Day-Rah). The creature who sneaks into rooms in the dead of night to sit on her victims chests and laugh at them while they struggle. Her moniker originates from the Portuguese word for nightmare, pesadelo, which has roots in the word peso, meaning heavy.
She’s often portrayed as an elderly and dirty woman with long fingernails and red eyes. At times, she possesses a horrible, cackling laugh and smells terrible because some of her flesh is rotting. In some regions, she wears a red hat, and if you can get control of your body and take it, she’ll grant you a wish. Just make sure you don’t insult her. Some think that makes her stronger.
When the Pisadiera sits on you, it’s not an accident. She chooses her victims carefully, by waiting on rooftops at night and peering into people’s homes as they eat dinner. Some say She’s watching for those who eat too much or otherwise overindulge. When she finds them, she’ll wait until they fall asleep and then sneak into their room to climb onto their chest.
Once she does this, her victim can’t breath or move, and when they see her and understand what’s happening, they start to panic. That’s what the Pisadeira wants – panic. She loves watching her victims struggling under her weight, terrified that they are being suffocated.
That’s what’s so horrible to me about this creature. Because it doesn’t seem like the Pisadeira cares about blood or death. She just wants you to be scared.
According to folklorist Luís da Câmara Cascudo, people have been warning each other about the Pisadeira for hundreds of years.
He thinks Pisadeira might actually be a variation of a way older Portuguese myth that’s arguably even scarier. This one is from the 16th century, about a creature called Fradinho da Mão Furada, (FrahDEEno da mo Foorahdah) or "Little Hand-Hole Friar. Fradinho always wears a red cap – which is also present in some variations of the Pisadiera. He enters someone’s room late at night through a door keyhole. Then he straddles his victim and gives them nightmares. All while putting his unnaturally heavy hand on the sleeper’s chest to keep them still and make it so they can hardly breath.
Some believe that these legends were created as ways to cope with a very real, very horrifying phenomenon. Sleep Paralysis.
Sleep paralysis is a documented medical condition that occurs when your mind is waking up from sleep, but your body is still experiencing muscle paralysis from REM. The body can’t move during this time, even though your brain is active and alert.
It’s way more common than you’d think. The numbers vary pretty significantly, but at least 5% of people experience it at least once in their life. I am one of those people, and I know a lot of you are too.
It sounds a lot like a Pisadeira attack.
Before medical professionals understood the science behind sleep or had the vocabulary to discuss it in depth, these symptoms would have felt supernaturally terrifying. So it makes sense why different cultures around the world believed that sleep paralysis was the work of a monster. Most countries and cultures therefore have their own “old hag” demon like the Pisadeira.
But here’s the thing — even if you can tell yourself that the Pisadeira is a hallucination brought on by sleep paralysis, my question is – why do people throughout time and across different cultures see the same thing?
Variations of the Pisadeira around the world are almost always a witch or demon who lies, sits or stomps on the chest of their victims. In America, people often see the Hat Man. It’s so consistent, that it’s hard to believe it’s just a mental thing. If it was, wouldn’t we all see something different?
There are even stories of people who dont see anything during their sleep paralysis attacks going to Brazil and seeing Pisadeira at night. People who have never even heard of the legend!
It’s possible that the way we’re thinking about the Pisadeira is backwards. Maybe her legend wasn’t created to explain sleep paralysis. Maybe the term sleep paralysis was created to explain the Pisadeira. It’s a medical explanation for the skeptical, a way to calm ourselves and pretend that monsters aren’t real, and things don’t go bump in the night.
Because for those who have actually seen a Pisadeira, and been rendered paralyzed under her heavy weight, there’s no question – she must be feared. And avoided at all costs.
More, after the break.
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There, In 2004, a 27 year-old man named Geovaldo saw something he never should have. Geovaldo was a member of the Karitiana [CARE-EH-CHI-AH-NA] tribe, an indigenous people who live in the northern part of the Amazon. There aren’t many of them left, less than 500, and they’re spread out across seven villages.
The Karitiana are hunters, and Geovaldo was no exception. That’s what he was doing in the Amazon that day – hunting. He wasn’t too far from his village at the time, when he heard something rushing through the jungle, making a ton of noise.
He froze in place and peered through the dense foliage, trying to find the source. He was used to the sounds of the rainforest. The stalking steps of a Jaguar, the slither of a green anaconda. But this was totally different. In the distance, he heard what sounded like entire trees being snapped in half
And that’s when he saw it, It was some kind of large, hairy creature, and it was moving through the forest fast, shoving trees and vines to the side to make way for its massive form.
It stood on two feet, and was covered in brown hair. Its long spidery fingers wrapped around entire tree trunks, and its head had only one eye. There was no mouth, at least not above the creature's neck.
No, its mouth lay vertical on its stomach. It let out a high pitched scream showing its razor sharp teeth, and then a frighteningly sharp tongue escaped its mouth
The panic froze Geovaldo in his place. Because he was scared for himself, but also he realized that this thing was moving towards his village.
He tried to run, but after taking just one step the creature turned to him and changed its course. As it got closer Geovaldo was disarmed by a powerful, rancid smell. It hit his nostrils like a train and made his vision swim. The creature showed its razor sharp teeth and screamed, making Geovaldo lightheaded. The world blurred, and everything suddenly went black as he fainted.
When he woke up, he was on the forest floor, and the monster was nowhere in sight.
He eventually made it back to the village and immediately told his father, Lucas, what had happened. And when Lucas asked for proof, Geovaldo took his dad back to the spot where it all happened: the place he saw a monster.
The creature was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean there was no sign of it. Lucas immediately knew his son was telling the truth Because all around the area, the foliage had been completely flattened, like something plowed through the forest and stampeded everything in its path.
That’s how he knew his son had narrowly avoided a mapinguari [ma-ping-wahr-EE]. He told Geovaldo he was incredibly lucky. Usually, when a mapinguari comes across a human in the forest, it twists their heads off and eats them with its stomach-mouth.
The mapinguari, whose name translates to “roaring animal” or “fetid beast” is a large creature that prowls the deepest parts of the Amazon under the cover of darkness. Its description varies a lot across Brazil, with some claiming it resembles a tall horse, and others saying it looks more like a primate. In some areas, it has two eyes, while in other accounts it has only one.
But it gets consistent on a few main points – it’s known to be incredibly strong and tall at around seven feet when it stands on its two hind legs. It has a lethal, gaping mouth on its underbelly and thick, impenetrable fur.
When I say impenetrable, I mean impenetrable – nothing can get through it, not even bullets or arrows. Amazon tribal leader, Domingos Parintintin, told the New York Times that, quote: “The only way you can kill a mapinguari is by shooting at its head. But that is hard to do because it has the power to make you dizzy and turn day into night. So the best thing to do if you see one is climb a tree and hide.”
Sometimes it roars, but other times it screams in this high pitched way that can sound incredibly human.
But just to offer a little bit of a bright spot, the mapinguari doesn’t always mean harm. According to those that live deep inside the amazon, it lives in harmony with the other animals in its environment. And even though humans are its prey, some lore specifies it only wants to kill the worst of us. Like, people who overhunt or damage the rainforest.
Brazilian novelist and folklorist, Márcio Souza, told the New York Times that the mapinguari usually takes revenge on people who transgress, or specifically those who overhunt or set inhumane traps.
The takeaway here is that the mapinguari isn’t just a predator. It’s a protector, too. In the Amazon, deforestation is a huge problem and those that live there – people and animals – are powerless to stop it. So even though the mapinguari isn’t something you want to run into in the Amazon, you can think of it as a necessary evil. An entity that guards the sanctity of the wild forest.
despite its reputation as a protector, it’s still terrifying. Parents tell their children not to go into the woods or hurt the mapingauri’s habitat in any way. If they do, they’ll be eaten.
And whole villages in the Amazon have just picked up and moved after residents found mapinguari tracks, heard its distinctive screams, or saw it in the flesh.
Like one instance in September 1981, when a little girl named Lydia was at the edge of the forest by her house. It’s not clear what exactly she was doing, just that the sun had set and she was still outside, in the middle of whatever she was working on.
As night took hold, she heard a sound come from the forest. She described it as a howling noise, and it really scared her. Something about it was unnatural and ferocious, and she was terrified that whatever made that noise, would soon come out of the trees. So she did what most children do when they are scared and don’t know what to do. She ran inside her house, and told her father, Teofelo.
Teofelo immediately grabbed his gun and went outside to check it out. He made a beeline for his cow, and untied it. Probably to make sure that the predator in the woods didn’t get it. And while he was doing this, he saw it – A massive creature emerged from the dark, formidable trees, flinging branches and brush to the side with its unbearable strength.
It was a mapinguari, and it made Teofelo tremble all over.
With shaking hands, he lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. But he didn’t seem to wait to see if it hit the monster. Instead he raced back into his house, and slammed the door behind him.
When other people heard about Teofelo and Lydia’s encounter, their entire village relocated to a different area, a spot near a river. They didn’t want to remain in mapinguari territory.
And I know there’s people that will hear that and think, a whole village moved because of a mythical creature, come on.
But here’s the thing that really freaks me out about the mapinguari — it might be real.
More specifically, there’s actual scientific evidence that the mapinguari could be related to an ancient predator called the giant ground sloth – one of the largest mammals that’s ever lived on earth. As in, bigger than an elephant. It went extinct over 10,000 years ago.
We know that this giant sloth existed in places like Patagonia, all the way up to the Northwestern United States, because archeologists have found its fossils in those areas.
Descriptions of the mapinguari closely match the ground sloth, and a lot of other things line up, too. Some claim the mapinguari have backwards feet to conceal their direction, and sloths actually walked with their claws rotated towards the center of their body. Also, the sloth had two distinct calls, one that sounded like thunder and a high-pitched scream that sounded like a person. Exactly like mapinguari.
Brazilian-American ornithologist, David Oren was one of the most passionate researchers on the subject, and spent the bulk of his career collecting mapinguari sightings and other evidence. Given all that he learned, he was sure that the mapinguari legend was indeed based on ancient stories about humans in the Amazon interacting with now-extinct ground sloths.
But one of his theories went one step further. He wondered if the mapinguari isn’t just a descendant of the ground sloth. Maybe it actually is one. As in – the mapinguari are actually the last living giant sloths that are still hiding deep in the most remote corners of the Amazon.
And that brings me to something I say a lot on this show, sometimes, the legends are true, and we see that with some of these stories.
Maybe the mapinguari is a giant sloth that’s been hiding in the Amazon, or maybe it’s something else entirely, after all, there are flora and fauna in the Amazon that still haven’t been discovered to this day. Just like the Pisadeira is really a creature that people in Brazil have seen during sleep paralysis. And to this day, people swear they see Corpo Seco’s around the country.
And that’s not the only way these tales resonate in our day to day. They are reminders or warnings of actual dangers or life lessons. The corpo-seco is a reminder to treat your elders with respect and live a moral life, while the Pisadeira encourages you not to overindulge in eating, especially right before bed. The mapinguari teaches kids not to wander into the actually dangerous Amazon jungle.
Most of these tales were told orally, and not a lot has been written down. It was actually hard to find stories about these creatures because of that. So that’s why I wanted to shout out some of the Brazilian folklorists that have dedicated their lives to studying these tales and creatures, Luís da Câmara Cascudo and Márcio Souza.
That’s all I have for you today, join me here in the Rogue Detecting Society headquarters next week for a dark mystery about a family who went off the deep end, but no one knows why. And I’ll also be here on Monday for a special episode of some of my favorite internet stories, which I’ll be sharing with a very special gues–Morgan Absher. My cohost for the new true crime show, Clues, that I’m doing with Pave Studios. I’m going to share my very own lets not meet story of a scary interaction I had in college, so you’re not going to want to miss it.
And also, you can always join me on the high council tier of patreon, where I go through my casefile on each episode and share more research that didn’t make it in. For this episode, I’m going to be sharing some more creatures of Brazilian folklore.
And until then, fica curioso OOoooOOOO
Special thanks to out listener Kristine for helping me with some Portuguese!