The Curse of the Black Lady: Legend vs. Reality | engelchanneling®
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The Legend and the Real Apparition of the Black Lady
According to the 1901 parish records, a treasure of pure gold was said to belong to three "Fates" who lived in a castle or fortress atop the summit. Two of the women had snow-white skin, but the third was cursed and therefore deep black—black as night.When a shepherd crossed her path, she promised him all the gold if he could free her from the curse. To do this, he had to descend into the cellar vaults where a fierce black dog guarded the treasure. She reassured him not to be afraid, as the animal posed no danger; its terrifying appearance was merely an illusion. Once he had seized the treasure, she would be released.
The shepherd returned late in the evening and descended into the dark ruins. However, he did not find a dog, but a horrific monster with glowing red eyes, with sparks of fire flying from its deep black fur. The creature snarled and growled as loud as a clap of thunder. Panic struck the poor shepherd, and he fled for his life.
The Black Lady was so angry and disappointed that she cursed the mountain and the fortress. No sooner had she spoken than torrents of water buried the castle—and the treasure has remained unrecovered to this day.
Our Investigation
Naturally, we had to investigate this tale, so the four of us set out. Initially, the forest’s energy was very pleasant and friendly. Since we chose a weekday, we encountered very few other hikers.
The path wound upward and reached its first peak at a ridge with mortared stone. A rotting tree sat directly on the summit, giving the site a strange appearance. Judging by the stones, a structure must have once stood there. Based on the footprint, it couldn't have been very large; however, we couldn't determine exactly what had been built there.
The path eventually led us downhill to another ridge. Almost imperceptibly, the energy around us suddenly shifted. It became strangely quiet; not a single bird could be heard.
Suddenly, a haunting wail erupted behind us. Startled, we spun around. On the slope of the previous ridge, something human-sized flitted from tree to tree. At first, it looked like black smoke or billowing, tattered black fabric. But then, this "something" seemed to take the form of a figure in a floor-length black dress. Our breath caught. It was deeply unsettling, yet we instinctively looked for a logical explanation—we initially thought someone was playing a prank on us.
This billowing, eerie black figure leaped from tree to tree and then stood still, staring in our direction. At that moment, I managed to take clearer photos. Now, it became clear to even the last of us that this had to be something paranormal. The movement, the appearance, and the oppressive atmosphere in the forest spoke a clear language. We felt a sense of sheer threat—or was it our own primal fear?
The Black Lady lay down flat on the ground by the next tree, like a soldier waiting for an opportunity to attack. We stood frozen, expecting the worst. But then the figure raised its hand, wailed one last bone-chilling time, and vanished into thin air.
A paralyzing silence still hung over the forest. That shrill and haunting wailing echoed in our ears as we stared fixedly at the spot where the dark apparition had just been. There was no longer a rational explanation. The morning's lightness had given way to a deep sense of awe. We instinctively felt that we had witnessed an echo that has been recorded in the chronicles for over a century—an echo of the "Black Lady's" curse.
Without another word, we began our descent. No one looked back. The forest’s energy now felt heavy and mysterious. Only when we reached the foot of the mountain and heard the familiar sounds of civilization did the tension slowly fade.
We had set out to follow an old legend, but we returned with the certainty that some treasures—and the souls that guard them—are better left undisturbed. The mountain keeps its secret, and the wailing of the Black Lady will likely continue to echo until her curse truly finds redemption one day.
