Speaker 1: Hello, Hello, this is Christina and this is another episode
of his Spooky Tales, the podcast for all things as
spooky Hunted the places sometimes to crime in Latin America.
But today is not a regular episode. Like I said
last week, Carmen and I, we're taking a little short
summer break for once, an announced planned summer break, but
we're not going to leave you hanging. We have some
of our podcast besties filling in for us at today.
It is Aiden from Sousto, which I'm sure a lot
of you know, but if you don't, you will now.
And Susto, as I have said many times, is the
podcast that inspired me to start as Pooky Tales. To me,
the og of spooky Latine podcasts really the best out there.
So what he does is amazing. He has an original
story written about a legend, and he reads the story
in his amazing spooky voice, and then he's like, hey,
gol friends, guess what this is? What I know about this?
And then he just deep dives into that legend. It's
so fun. Literally, we love Aiden at a Spooky Tales
and we hope that you enjoy this episode. This is
a very fun one.
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paranormal folklore from Latin American and Hispanic cultures, and this week,
your typical ghost hosts have been so generous as to
allow me to take over their feed and haunt you
with a chilling little tale. I hope that you enjoy
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visit my website sustalpodcast dot com. Thank you so much
for listening. I hope that you enjoy this episode. Alma
was on Cloud nine. It was her and her boyfriend's anniversary,
and she knew it was the night he would finally
ask her to be his wife, or so she hoped.
Their plan was to meet at the final stop of
his shift as a bus driver. From there, they would
drive to the station, get in his car, and enjoy
the evening that would mark the beginning of their new life.
She slipped on her nicest dress, styled her long silky
black hair, did her make up the way she knew
he liked it, and slid on her favorite pair of heels.
The bus stop was a short walk from her home,
but Almah's excitement made her feel as if she couldn't
get there fast enough. The whole way there, she imagined
how he would ask her what food they would serve
at their wedding, how handsome he'd look in a tuxedo.
When Almah finally arrived at the bus stop, she was
left speechless. Her lover adorned his bus with string lights,
their song played softly from its intercom. He stood at
the door of his five ton steed, dressed in his
own best, holding a bouquet. Alma was right, She knew
in her heart, in her soul, that he was going
to propose. Her smile stretched across her face, illuminated by
the glow of the lights as he began to profess
his eternal love to her. He was nervous, like she
knew he'd be, But at last he reached the end
of his speech. Alma, he said, what I'm trying to
tell you, to ask you is will you come? A
piercing screech tore through their song, interrupting his final words.
The lights grew brighter, blinding them Before they could realize
what it was, A bright yellow car blazed through the
red light at the intersection. It missed one car, then
the next, before slamming into the nose of the bus,
pinning Almah's would be fiance in its doorway, where he
stood only seconds before. Almah's lover was dead on impact.
When first responders arrived, she was frozen in place, eyes wide, shaking,
and quietly crying She's in shock, someone shouted. As medics
attended to her, trying to get her to respond. She
overheard an officer telling another the taxi driver is going
to make it. He said he was distracted by the girl,
missed the red light and swore through traffic. Although she
was physically untouched, Almah felt a pain so deep and agonizing,
an excruciating sensation that never left her. Days later, Almah
was found unresponsive in her home, still in her dress,
her makeup she knew he liked, and her favorite heels.
In the following weeks after her and her lover's passing
taxi drivers throughout the city reported strange events. Footsteps in
empty streets, a serial fair evader who seemingly vanished into
thin air, leaving only traces of perfume behind. Strangest of all,
and what made drivers and their shifts before sundown was
the deaths of four taxi drivers. But these stories didn't stop.
Oscar recently kicked out of his girlfriend's apartment when she
discovered his infidelity. He needed quick money for his own place.
He knew there was a driver shortage and took advantage
of the situation. It wasn't long before Oscar fell witness
to a bizarre late night inside. In the dead of night,
he pulled over on a quiet stone paved road to
take his break. Oscar rolled down his window to enjoy
the cool breeze. He hummed along to the song playing
faintly on his radio. He was tired after working days
on end and late into the nights. He was nodding
off when he woke startled by the sound of footsteps
right by his car, but the road stood empty still.
He could hear what sounded like high heels on stone
in the distance. Brushing it off, he started his car
and as the headlights came on, he jumped again. Standing
in front of his car was a woman. Hey, beautiful, Nita, ride,
he asked with a chuckle. Silently, she walked over to
the back passenger side of his car. The vehicle's door
opened and shut. While we're going to night gorgeous, he
asked in a low, barely audible voice. She gave him
an address, He plugged it into his GPS, started the
fair meter, and they left. Oscar tried to make small talk,
but was met with silent His questions became more and
more personal. What do you do for fun? Do you
have a boyfriend? Ever been at this cafe here? I
could take you sometime. I'll take your number when I
drop you off. What are you doing out so late?
Looking so nice? Huh? Eventually Oscar became enraged when she
would not answer. You know, he said, you could stand
to be more polite. His GPS interrupted him with an alert,
you are approaching your destination. More Frustrated now, he turned
to continue, When a man is being nice to a
pretty lady like you, you should show some gratitude. As
he turned to face the beautiful stranger, he exclaimed, You're
not even that pretty. The glint of her blade caught
his eye, and before he could continue, she plunged it
deep into his neck. His car continued to roll slowly
down the road. He began to lose consciousness when he
noticed the song playing was the same one as when
he pulled over earlier, a song about lost love. The
music began to loop and glitch in a way he'd
never heard before. In his final moment, without a sound,
the woman vanished and the smell of perfume filled his car.
He could taste blood pooling in his mouth. He could
see a hazy glow from above, the light from a
bus stop. Welcome back, Wild friends. Okay, again, that was
an original story. I hope you enjoyed it. It was
very easy to write this story because there were good
like bits and pieces about this story that already existed,
and I kind of just took those things and instead
of piecing those things together, I like, you know, the
meme of that lady with the numbers floating around her
face doing the math. That's me right now, trying to
explain what writing is to you. But anyway, okay, so
to get into it from what I saw, the sources
that I used really heavily is this story is based
out of Ondas, more specifically in the I think it's
the capital of Ondudas. Yes, the capital Degusigalpa. And actually
when I went to Honduras, I was very close to
the capital, to Tegusigalpa. I am sad that I didn't
hear this story. I don't think. I don't know if
I was doing Susto then yet, maybe that was during
my hiatus. I'm not sure, but I wish I had
thought to ask or like to ask about scary stories.
But also we were with a bunch of little kids,
and so I'm sure that they didn't want to scare them.
But anyway, so this story is based again out of
the Gui and so we're going to go through the
sources here. Again, the direct links to the sources are
in the Susto Google doc. So the first one that
I have here is from Rivista Chilena de Liratura and
it's a it's an academic article that looks like from
Universidad de Hyenne, Espana. And this article is titled the
Weeping Woman, the Sejanaba and other Female Ghosts Typological configuration
and legendary motifs Okay and there's just a snippet. This
is like, of course, higher article about all of these
types of as I like to call them here on
Susto cryptid femmes. But they bring up the specific instance
of the takunuda in English. I think it's just like
a woman wearing heels, yeah, or like high heels, But
in this instance it's la takunda as a woman or
a person wearing high heels. This stimpot of this article says,
on the other hand, there are stories that only describe
the appearance of ghostly women on the road without adding
the reason for the driver who put her in the car. Quote.
A large light crossed in front of our car, and
out of nowhere, when we turned to look, we saw
women dressed in white. She was illuminated and looked half
blurry because of so much light shining on her, to
which is added in this endurant exhibition of the explanation
of the reason for her death. Quote, A gas station
worker told us that this ghost is of a woman
who died in a car accident. He told us that
she was with her family in a car and they flipped.
The man says that only she died. These types of
apparitions are characterized as malignant beings in many of the stories,
as is this exhibition also from Mandudas quote. When someone
is driving along downhill, that is when the driver turns
to look in the rearview mirror, and it is at
this very moment that the woman appears. That ghost has
caused all kinds of accidents. Here Jarvi's lose control and crash.
There's another part here, but before that. This reminds me
of stories like is it like the is it the
Donkey Lady Bridge? I think I remember growing up. If
anyone listening is from the Rio Grande Valley, there's this
stretch of road I think it's one oh seven in Edinburgh,
like on the edge of or the outskirts of Edinburgh,
and they would say that you there was there was
a Why I think it was a convenience store called
the Why out there. But they said that if when
you if you drove past that late at night, that
you would see a beautiful woman on the side of
the road, and that you were supposed to offer her
a ride. But before you got to the destination or
when you like looked back, she wouldn't be there anymore.
She would Vanish and they said that a different version
of that same story was that if you saw her
and you did not offer her a ride, that when
you looked in the rearview mirror, she would be in
your back seat and she would have the face of
a horse. I think I may have mentioned this in
the episode of the Donkey Lady Bridge, because this idea
of a horse or a equine kind of shaped face
is something I think that we see repeated in these
types of stories. Okay, but this continues the same context
serves as a framework for some legends about the Takududa
told in Onduas. According to the testimony of informant from Thagusigappa,
she is the girlfriend of a bus driver who died
when his vehicle collided with a taxi. Since then, her
ghost has wandered the streets looking for taxi drivers to
take revenge on. When the taxi drivers pick her up,
they look at her, and when they turn around to
collect their fare, she was no longer there, and she
doesn't make any noise or anything to get out. They
say that when they turn around to look back, she
is already there with a knife and stabs them and
kills them. They say that she has already killed about
four taxi drivers. That was a story from someone, and
it continues in other Ondurdan stories. She is described as
the ghost of a woman with high heels who is
murdered in the streets by an individual who tried to
abuse her. As in certain versions of Layorona, this figure
is all associated with the motif of the contradictory perception
of the feeling of danger and the proximity of sound.
So I tried to add that in the story because
again this is I think what we see with like Elsilbon.
I think some people have said this about Latusa's or
other kind of bird cryptids, is that the closer there
sound is. So with Elsilon, it's the whistling. With la
it's it's her weeping. With Latakunda, it's her high heels.
The closer that you hear her, the further away that
she is, versus the further away that she is, that
means that she's actually nearby. So this just kind of
echoes that it says. They also say that when footsteps
are heard nearby, it means that Latakunuda is already far away.
But if the footsteps were heard far away, it means
that she is approaching. So again, I don't know what
it is with this. Maybe I think maybe it's just
a trope that people use in these kinds of stories,
is to add this element of confusion or disorientation. It
makes it more dangerous because you think you're safe because
you would think, Okay, it's far away, I can hear
as far. But that's not the truth. That's when you
let your guard down, you're more vulnerable, and that's when
they get you. Right. So yeah, just these kinds of
I think interesting connections between these stories of women on
the side of the road, like hitchhikers or whatever. But
this one was interesting because there's a distinct story or
a distinct cause for the reason that she haunts, right,
is that and I guess tagically there's two is. Some
people say that she witnessed her, her boyfriend, her lover
being killed by a taxi driver. I think some people
also go so far as to say that the reason
that the taxi driver, and that's why I included it
in the story, the reason that the taxi driver collided
with the bus is because he was distracted because he
was looking at her, and so she I guess Eventually,
either she dies of a broken heart, maybe she dies
by suicide. It's not clear how she passes, but her
spirit is still so unsettled and so upset that she
takes it upon her to seek revenge on any taxi drivers,
which sorry taxi drivers, but if you're out there, be careful.
And maybe you know that's falls into that realm of
the types of stories that are meant to discipline us
or to keep us in check. So I guess then
you could say that the takeaway from the story is
don't be a distracted driver, because if you're distracted and
you're looking around, you're going to see Latakunuda and she's
going to get you. And also plot twist, maybe this
one is for the women and for the femmes, and
the story now is don't objectify women. Don't be staring
at women like pieces of meat and objects in the street,
because if you do, she's going to get in your
car and she's going to get you. And then in
some versions she just simply disappears when they make it
to the destination. So again, if you're not distracted, if
you're keeping your eyes forward on the road, then you're fine.
So the next source that I have here is from
It's a blog called de Wustoon Duras and this is
again about taxi drivers, but it also includes story of
someone just doing chores late at night, so again it
could be the whole thing of don't be out late
at night. This one's kind of a short one. It
says a neighbor from the Canadian neighbor tells of an
encounter with a woman in high heels. It happened one
night as he was used to staying out late at
night in the blocks. He started smoking a cigarette and
it was almost three am. The atmosphere was calm. Suddenly
the wind started to get colder than usual, and then
he heard footsteps approaching, but with the sound of heels.
He saw the silhouette of a woman coming. He didn't
pay attention to it. What surprised him later was that
the woman wasn't moving. All he could hear was the
clicking of heels. Immediately, he felt a chill run through
his entire body, and without thinking twice, he ran out,
and in the distance, he continued to hear the footsteps
of heels as if they were following him. He entered
his house and from that day on he tried not
to wander around late at night, so again, behave stay home,
don't be out late at night, because the la tachunula
will get you. Another event that occurred in the same
neighborhood in the blocks of Zone two, tells us that
a young man was doing tasks in the early morning hours,
approximately at one forty am, and that in front of
the house he suddenly heard the sound of heels. He
thought it was a neighbor who worked late and had
just arrived home, But the strange thing was that the
sound was short, only a few footsteps, and he did
not hear any door open. Later, on another day of
the same week, he had to repeat the same thing,
staying doing chores in the living room of the house,
and almost at the same time, he heard the same
footsteps of heels again, and immediately, out of curiosity, he
positioned himself to observe through a hole in the door
while the sound of the footsteps came closer, hoping to
be able to see who it was when they passed
exactly in front of the house. But such was his
astonishment when he heard the sound so close, as if
someone was walking in heels in front of the door
and did not see anyone, not even a silhouette. And
to top it off, the blocks looked clear, and the
young man felt an intense fear that he couldn't finish
his task and instead went to his room to try
and calm down. Could it be an evil ghost, a
soul in pain, or simply a woman. This page was
originally in Spanish was translated into English, so sorry if
it sounded a little clunky, that's just Google Translate. And
then again, there's another short version of the taxi driver
kind of version. This one happens in another city in
Honduras called dan Lee, and it says this event happens
in this of the hills don Lee. It is the
taxi drivers who narrate this mysterious event. They say that
late at night, they're working on the streets looking for passengers,
and they see a beautiful young woman wearing high heels
stop them and they take her. She starts talking to
the driver and says that she's coming from a party
and it's late and she's going home. The taxi driver
is driving according to the address that the young woman indicated,
and suddenly he no longer sees her in the back seat.
But instead she is walking on the sidewalk without realizing
when she got out. There are several taxi drivers who
have gone through the same experience without knowing the explanation
for it. One of them supposes that it could be
the sole in pain of a young woman who is
perhaps assaulted and murdered when leaving a party. But the
strange thing is that nobody knows her despite the descriptions
and the detail that she is wearing very high heels.
And I'm reading this verbatim. It says many taxi drivers
no longer do the night route very often for fear
of this occurrence, since one of their colleagues went quote
crazy because of it. One of the drivers says that
he pays close attention to who stops him, and if
he sees that it is a beautiful young woman in
a party dress and especially with high heels, he does
not let her get in and speeds up. So he's
just like, nope, sorry, sorry, okay, so so sorry to
all the pretty ghouls in high heels like me, we
just apparently can't get a ride. I think what I
really like about this story is that when you strip
kind of everything away from it, it's saying leave women alone,
Leave women alone when they're walking at night. Unfortunately it's like, well, no,
they should still get a ride. They need a ride
home maybe, but yeah, I don't know. It adds this
element of danger to approaching women late at night on
the street, which I am one of those people where
if I'm walking, I will cross the road. I will
not make you have to walk by me or near me,
especially if it's in the evening. And I'd never even
heard the story of the Takunuda before putting this episode together.
The next source that I have here is this looks
like it is a thesis by two folks. One of
them was referenced in the first source that I had here.
It's by Martinezreeez and Fernanda Maria. And this is an
oral narrative in Ondudas New explorations at the beginning of
the twenty first century. So this thing is kind of
spread out across different places, but if you search that
you should be able to find it. There's a PDF
that I found of it, and I have here the
specific pages that I wanted to reference. Okay, so in
this thesis, it looks like they collected various anecdotes from
people about all these different kinds of folklore and stories
from people in Ondudas. But this one a couple sections
I wanted to references about Latakunuda. So the one here
was collected by this woman named Stephanie Ferrufino, who is
from the Saint Lawrence Valley in Ondudas, and it's just
her telling basically the same story about the taxi drivers.
It says that the taxi drivers don't pick women up
at night because there's a woman called Lauda. She was
the girlfriend of a bus driver and that the bus
and the taxi crashed and that he died. This one,
actually there's a slight difference in it. It says that
she was also in the bus and that they crashed
all together and that she died, and so now she,
you know, haunts the streets. But she was said to
have law hair, that she was attractive, that she wore
high heels, and that's why they call her Latakunuda, and
that in Degusigapa they say that she comes out. In Vianueva,
that when taxi drivers pick her up they look at
her or when they like try to collect the fair
that she's not there, that she doesn't make any noise,
so they don't hear her getting out of the car.
She just vanishes if they're distracted and they look back
at her while they're driving, that she has a knife
and she she kills them. But the other parts of
this that I wanted to read, this is like a
very lengthy document. Yeah, these are just collected from people.
This is from someone named Cecilia Mehia and she's from
the Central and she says that she was a very
tall woman, she was young, she had long hair, just
describing how she looked, that she had big lips, that
she was dressed in white, and she wore heels, like
super high heels. And they say that she is a
woman that comes out in the middle of the night
in Degusigapa, that people can hear her takuasos, that they
can hear her high heels in the streets. Another one
that says and that she leaves a trace of perfume
in her trail that it just attracts men. And then
this next one says it's called the tragedy La tak
Takula leaves between midnight and three in the morning in
the pedestrian streets. They say that she was a pretty girl,
she had long hair, that she went to a party
in her dress and her heels, that she was on
her way back home, that a man assaulted her. She
managed to escape him, she ran away in the streets
wearing her heels, screaming for someone to help her, but
that no one came out to help her, and that
the man caught her and he ended up killing her,
and that now her spirit remains on those streets. That's
like the other kind of popular version of this story
of Latakunulda that I keep seeing is that if it's
not the taxi driver, it's that she was assaulted and
ultimately murdered, and that her spirit, you know, of course,
would remain disgruntled. Again, we bring in this idea that
we always talk about here of traumatic events and how
they leave an imprint of energy. Obviously that would do
it right. This last one on here that was able
to find in this PDF is from someone named Zelenya
Eggi Jure from the Tumbla in Fracisco, Morasan, Okay. So
this says that that she used to live in a
house I think like off of a sidewalk, and that
every day at twelve at night that they would hear
heels in the streets, and that they were that they
sounded like they were quick steps, like if they were running,
and that when they went out to see what it was,
they didn't see anybody there. They see that only men
can see La Tacunuda, and that also when her steps again,
when her steps are heard nearby, it's that she's far
but that if the steps are far away, it's because
she's approaching you or she's nearby. So the next one
that I have or the last one that I have. Actually,
this is a very different version of this story. This
is actually a story of La Taku Nuda from Cuba.
This has nothing to do with taxi drivers. It said
that her spirit roams staircases in haunted or abandoned homes.
This is something that was written on Medium dot com
by a user called Chaotic Pair. This is actually posted
in April of twenty twenty four, so very recently. It
says echoes of the Night exploring the legend of Latako Nuda.
And I'm not going to read the entire thing. It's
not super long, but it says, step into the shadowy
realms of Cuban folklore where the legend of Latako Nuda
takes center stage. Described as a ghostly woman clad in
black with a veiled face and long flowing hair, Latako
Nuda is said to appear to unsuspecting victims as they
ascend or descend staircases. The only warning of her presence
is the faint sound of her high heeled shoes tapping
against the steps, drawing ever closer with each passing moment.
As children, you are warned never to look back as
you climb the stairs, and most important of all, never
dally as you go down. In some versions, she is
said to have long nails that can act like claws,
and some have seen her dressed in all black except
for her red heels. Okay, red bottoms. M So again,
this is another kind of go warning kind of a story.
It's like, be careful in staircases, don't like look where
you're walking, don't be looking around. I'll be messing around
on the stairs because if you are, UNA's going to
get you, which to me would make me want to
run up or downstairs right, which I don't think that
is the goal, but I would run if I heard that,
or I would run so that I wouldn't encounter her,
I don't know. Another piece of this says, when I
was growing up, my best friend at school came one
day retelling her encounter with the entity. She said that
she had sneaked out from home to go to a
party and had returned to her building in the early
hours of the morning. She was tired and her feet
hurt since she had stolen her older sister's heels that
didn't quite fit. As she started to climb to her
fourth floor apartment. We do not have many elevators in Cuba,
particularly in the buildings that are less than eight floors,
she all of a sudden could hear heels going up
the stairs loudly. With her only problem, the sound was
completely different from her heels. She said. She started to
worry when she heard a female voice start to hum.
As a wave of fear rushed through her and she
ready to sprint up the stairs, she heard a very
calm but completely inhuman voice say, do not run. With
her her heart in her throat, she did her best
to quickly but safely get to her floor. She swears
that as she slowly slipped into her home, she heard
those high heels begin the descent back down the building
and a haunting hum softly filled the space. Again. See again,
that would have just made me run if I hear
disembodied heels behind me, and then as I'm getting ready
to run, they say, don't run. Guess what I'm doing.
I'm a runner, I'm a track star. I am not.
I'm not gonna listen to whatever that is. I am
going to get out of there. So this says that
I want to read the origin part of this. It
says while the origins le Takunula remain shrouded in mystery.
Some believe her legend is rooted in tales of lost love, betrayal,
or tragic accidents that occurred on staircases. Others suggest she
is the vengeful spirit of a woman wronged, condemned to
roam the earth in search of justice personally growing up,
every version I ever heard mentioned she had an accident
of some sort down some stairs and now haunted steep
or dangerous stairs. This is really cool. I'm actually want
to reach out to this person because they're actively posting
and this is really cool, and I would love to
hear more about Cuban folklore. So Chaotic pair, if you
actually are listening, you feel free to reach out to me,
but I'm going to reach out to you. So yeah,
it was really really cool to come across this one.
It's again a completely different culture, but it's this idea
of a woman's spirit wearing high heels. And let me
tell you something, this is the slayest. This is the
most slay she is serving giving. She's very demure. You
see how she walks down the stairs slowly. She's demure.
She's not like these other ghouls. She takes her time
on the steps. She's very cute. See. I don't know
if you've all seen that trend on TikTok, but I'm
obsessed with it right now. But yeah, again, just really
fun to make these connections to different cultures. I think
this was the only other one that popped up in
the first page of Google results about a high healed
spirit about Lata Gunuda. So if you have your own
story about Lata Gunuda, obviously, always, always, always, feel free
to send in your versions. Welcome back, girlfriends. Honestly, this
story just inspired me to make a bunch of tiktoks
wearing my heels. I have a collection of heels. I
don't know if anybody listening. I don't know if you
all know this. I don't know if you know this,
you listener, But I have a collection of heels that
I like to wear heels sometimes when I go out.
When I say I'm gholie pop, I mean it. And
I don't get a chance to wear them often anymore.
You know, I'm in my thirties. My feet hurt very
easily now. But I will say, I do marry the heels.
I do not take them off again. I'm demurror. I'm
not like these other ghouls. I don't take my heels
off and walk in the streets in the club with
my shoes off. I commit to it, and then I
don't feel my toes for a week. But I can
just imagine the funny tiktoks I can make about latakun
muda and walking to my heels, especially with that sound
that's like let it and then the heels, the clickings
of the I don't know anyway, I'm I feel like
I am. My mind is slowly unraveling. The wrinkles in
my brain are smoothing out. I don't know what's happening,
but you know it. But you're here with me, and
I appreciate you and I'm so grateful. Thank you for
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