legends VENEZOLANAS # 1: "El Silbon"
Good morning friends of steemit, today I come to bring you one of the stories of my beloved venezuela, it is the legend of silbon.
Originally from the Venezuelan plains, this story begins at the beginning of the 19th century.
It consists of the ghost of a young man who murdered his father and gutted him for murdering his wife by saying that he was a "slut" and that he had sought him out. After this fact, his grandfather ordered to tie the young man to a post in the middle of the field, to destroy his back with lashes, that his wounds were washed with brandy, and to release him next to two hungry and rabid dogs. Before releasing it his grandfather cursed him and condemned to carry his father's bones for all eternity.
It has a characteristic whistle that resembles the musical notes do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, in that same order, raising the tone to fa and then going down to the note si. It is said that when his whistle is heard very close there is no danger, since the Silbón is far away, but if it is heard far away it means that it is very close. It is also said that listening to his whistle is an omen of one's own death. It can be anywhere at any time. It seems that if you hear the whistle from afar the only thing that can save the person is the barking of a dog, since that is the only thing that terrifies him, a chili or a whip. The anima tends to take revenge on the womanizing men
Many inhabitants of Los Llanos have seen it especially in summer, when the Venezuelan savannah burns under the rigor of drought and Silbón sits on the trunks of the trees and picks up dust in his hands. But it is mainly in the wet and rainy times when the specter wanders hungry for death and eager to punish drunks, womanizers and occasionally an innocent victim. They say that he sucks the navel from the drunks when he finds them alone in the plain to drink the brandy they ingested, and that the womanizers tear them apart, remove their bones and put them in the sack where they keep the remains of their father.
They say it looks like a six-meter-long, elongated giant moving through the treetops as it emits its chilling whistle and cracks, inside its old and ragged sack, the pale bones of its unfortunate father or, some claim from its many victims. Others say that he appears as the shadow of a tall, skinny man with a hat, especially the drunks.
They say that the Silbón can appear near a house on certain nights, leaving the sack on the ground and counting the bones one by one. If one or more people hear it, nothing will happen, but if nobody listens to it, at dawn a member of the family of the house will die.
I hope to bring you more stories of my darling land venezuela
see you later, friends.
