Friday of legends: El silbon.
In the plains of Venezuela there is a legend about a spirit in pain that wanders the savannas in search of victims to quench their thirst for death. The legend says that this anima is whistling and that its frightful whistle is synonymous with death and misfortune for those who hear it.
Many locals in the plains have seen “El Silbón" as a tall, skinny man about 3 meters tall, wearing a hat sitting on the trunks of the trees picking up dust with their hands when the savanna burns under the rigor of drought and in winter times when the specter wanders hungry for death and eager for punish drunks, womanizers and occasionally an innocent victim. “El silbón” sucks the navel from the drunkards to drink the brandy they ingested and to the womanizers, “El Silbon” takes away their skin and bones putting them into his sack where “El Silbon” keeps the remains of his father. They also say that they have seen him outside houses, sitting on the ground counting the bones he carries in his sack; If anyone in the house hear him, nothing will happen, but if nobody listens him, at dawn a member of the family of the house will die.
The Silbon has a particular whistle that is similar to the musical notes C, D, E, F, G, A, B; It is said that when somebody hears his whistle close, it mean there is no danger because the Silbon is far away, but if it is heard far away it means that it is very close. Locals say that the only thing that can scare the Silbon is a chili, a whip or the barking of a dog.
The legend of El Silbón was born in the middle of the 19th century in the plains of Guanarito, a county of La Portuguesa state, Venezuela. Then the legend migrated to the plains of Cojedes and Barinas and today it is even found in certain areas of the Colombian plain.
The most known version of the Silbón is that he was a capricious and spoiled young man, accustomed from childhood to being pleased in almost everything. One day, Silbón felt like eating “Asadura” (made with the liver, heart and lung of the animal); his father wanting to pleased him went hunting immediately to find a deer so his mother could preparing him the dish.
When his father returned with no deer, he try to explained to him that he had no luck but "the silbón" ended up killing him and taking his heart, liver and lungs to his mother so she could prepare him the “asadura”.
The mother, who knew nothing about the murder; ended up realizing that the parts for the asadura weren’t from an animal, after discovering the crime, the young man was cursed by his grandfather and his brother (according to some, also by the mother), who tied him, peeled his back with whips, rubbed chili pepper on his wounds, threw him violently from the house and they released their dogs to chase him.
From that day on “The silbon” wandered the plains looking for souls to quench his thirst.
If you are in the plains of Venezuela o Colombia in summer or in winter you should be carefull and take with you a chili, whip and a dog....
Till next time...
Source
http://www.leyendas-urbanas.com/el-silbon/
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Silb%C3%B3n
http://hdnh.es/silbon-venezuela-2/
http://creeepypastas.blogspot.com/2012/05/el-silbon.html