There are stories that we hear again and again, all involving the devil himself.
There's the young woman who just wanted to have fun, went out to
dance and ended up dancing with the devil. In some versions she lives.
In others, she doesn't, and she's never quite the same after. There's
also the legend of the crying baby in the distance that ends up being Satan
when you pick it up. I've talked about this before. There's another story
told across different countries, all different but with an air of similarity. A
musician who played for the devil. I'm Christina and this is espuki stories escucha
if you dare. During the nineteen hundreds, especially in the earlier years,
dances and events put on by the elite members of society were very important dur
Ango in Mexico, it was a great time to be a musician if he
were talented, and Arturo Lugo was the best. He was a professor of
music and a director of an orchestra, a very successful orchestra. It was
amazing. They won awards and competitions against other orchestras from Sinaloa, Quaguila and
other Mexican states. This is why not all could afford their services. They
mostly only performed for the rich. In Durgo, he would never take a
job at Unranco. His band was above that. Artur Lugo knew their worth
and some believed it got to his head, but he didn't listen to them.
He overcharged. Even then, they were never without clients. One day,
a man that appeared to be dressed in very old, raggedy clothes asked
Arturo Lugo to play at his party, and he offered a decent amount of
money, more than the band charged, but Arturo Lugo told him no,
he didn't play for poor people and he was based that's not how the man
was dressed. The man left, and another band member told Arturo maybe they
should have taken the job, it was more money than usual, but Arturu
Lugo repeated that he only took jobs from well dressed, rich, sophisticated men.
He turned to his band made and told him, if the devil himself
appeared to me right now and he was well dressed, I would accept the
job from the devil before that man. The next day, a very well
dressed man walked up to Artur Lugo and asked the band to play at his
party. Artur Lugo accepted. This was the exact kind of client he was
looking for, rich and well dressed. The band arrived to the party that
evening. It was an enormous house, a mansion. It was clear that
these people were wealthy. They set up and they began to play. The
mood seemed mellow. It was a calm party. There was a lot of
people chatting and dancing, having a good time. The orchestra announced a small
break and Turro Lugo was looking for something to eat and drink, but he
couldn't find anything. It was odd for a party of this size not to
have any food. As a crowd dispersed, Arturo saw a familiar face compare,
what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're joining us? Huh.
Arturo Lugo explained to his old friend that he wasn't attending the party.
He was performing. He was the band director and they were the orchestra playing
music at this very moment. That's one his friend told him. Compadre go
go now leave. This is Hell's mouth. I died five years ago and
I went to Hell. This is the dance of the damned, we are
forced to dance and laugh. This isn't a party. You have to leave
before you're trapped here forever, and the only music that will grace your ears
are the cries of the condemned. Arturo Lugo was shocked and scared. He
felt chills. He could not believe what his friend was telling him. He
looked around and on a closer look, none of these people were having fun,
and they looked like they were in pain. He ran over to his
band members told them what he was just told, and they all quickly gathered
their things, But in the rush to leave, there was a violin that
was left behind. The next day, Artua and a couple of the band
members waited until it was morning time to return for the forgotten violin. When
they got there, the house appeared to be abandoned, like it had been
abandoned decades ago. He went inside and found the violin on a couch,
but both were covered in cobwebs. Arturo Lugo looked for the man that had
hired him for that party, but he was never able to find him again.
No one knew who he was. After this event, the orchestra slowly
fell apart, they never played together again. It's believed that on that night
Arturo Lugo and his orchestra played a concert for the devil himself and to this
day, if you go to where you can write cable cars in Durango,
so like the little office where you sign up and pay to get on those
cable cars, employees and locals from that spot can point to the house where
this all allegedly took place. So maybe watch out for who you take jobs
from, no matter how successful rich they look. Spooky Stories is written,
edited and produced by me Christina. Tune in on Fridays for our regular episodes
where I and m J share a scary stories, myths and legends, sometimes
with the guests, sometimes without. Stay Yes, Spooky a