1. The Cadejo
The cadejo (Spanish pronunciation:[kaˈðexo]) isacharacter from Salvadoran,Belizean,Nicaraguan,
Costa Rican,Honduran,GuatemalanandsouthernMexican folklore.There isagoodwhite cadejo
and an evil blackcadejo.Bothare spiritsthatappearat nightto travelers:the white toprotect
themfromharm duringtheirjourney,the black(sometimesanincarnationof the devil),tokill
them.
The legendisthis:
In the morning, JuanCarloswasa guardianwholivedina thatched house nearLos Arcos,in the
countryfieldsnearLa Aurorain Guatemala.He workednearParroquiaViejaandarrivedathis
house at midnight.Almostall the time,hiswifeandsmall childrenspendthe whole dayalone,in
the middle of the fields.Juanfoundawhite dogwhenhe arrivedathis house one day.Whenthe
dog sawhimcoming,it wouldshake,turnaroundanddisappear.Juanalwaystriedtofollow the
dog,but he couldneverreachhim.One day, whenhe arrived,the white dognevermoved,and
whenhe approachedthe dog,it didnotmake a single sound.ButthenJuantouchedhispaw,and
all of a suddenitopenedhiseyes.Juanwasscared;the dogsaid,'youdo not needmyhelp
anymore'.Frightened,Juanexclaimed,'whathelp'?Andthe dogsaid,inpain,'Iam a dogsentfrom
above.My missionwastoprotectyou fromany danger.But youhad showedme youdonot need
my helpanymore.'Rightafterthat,the white dog closedhiseyes.Juanburiedhim,andeverytime
he came home,he rememberedthe white dog.
The Sihuanaba
The Sihuanaba, La Siguanaba, Cigua or Ceguais a supernatural characterfrom Central American
folklore.Itisashape-changingspiritthattypicallytakesthe formof anattractive,longhaired
womanseenfrombehind.She luresmenawayintodangerbefore revealingherface tobe that of
a horse or, alternatively,askull.
El Salvador
The Salvadoran legend of La Siguanaba says that the woman, originally called Sihuehuet
(beautiful woman), was a peasant girl that ascended to queen using her charms (and a
witch's brew) to lure into marriage Tlaloc's son, Yeisun, who was a Nahuatl prince. After
marriage, when her husband went to war, she had affairs with other men, and Cipitio was
the child of this relationship. Sihuehuet was a bad mother, neglecting her son, leaving him
alone to meet her lovers. To inherit the throne she concocted a plot to use another magic
potion to poison Yeisun during a festival, and so claim the throne for her lover.
But the plan worked too well. Yeisun was converted in a savage giant monster with two
heads, who ravaged the attendants to the palace's feast. The guard struggled and defeated
the creature, ending Yeisun's life. When Tlaloc found out about this, he sought the help of
the almighty god, Teotl whom condemned and cursed Sihuehuet: She would be called
Sihuanaba ("hideous woman"); she would be beautiful at first sight, but she would turn into
a horrible abomination after luring her victims to isolated gorges. She was forced to wander

2. the countryside, appearing to men who travelled alone at night. She is supposed to be seen
at night in the rivers of El Salvador, washing clothes and always looking for her son,
7Cipitio, who was also cursed by Teotl to remain a boy for eternity.[citation needed]
El Cipitío
The son of “Sihuet” (La Siguanaba), El Cipitío, is a very popular character in Salvadoran
legends. Originally called “Cipit,” El Cipitio got his name from a Nahuatl word, "Cipote,”
a word used for children in El Salvador. El Cipitio was the illegitimate son of Sihuet and
her lover. As a punishment for her infidelity to the god Tlaloc, he cursed both mother and
child. The mother was condemned to wander the fields as “La Siguanaba” and the boy was
sentenced to eternal youth; he is always depicted as a boy of ten or eleven years old.
Despite being the son of gods, El Citipio dresses like an underprivileged child; he wears a
large straw hat and a blanket over his shoulders that never quite covers his big belly. His
feet are twisted backwards so that if villagers try to follow his footprints, they will walk in
the wrong direction. He is sometimes said to have the power to teleport himself from place
to place as well.
According to some legends, Cipitío whistles and throws pebbles and flowers at beautiful
girls that go alone to wash clothes in the rivers. While some may find this annoying, many
young girls are flattered that Cipitio has singled them out since he only bothers the most
beautiful girls. It is rumored that when Citipio is particularly annoying to a young woman,
the best solution is to eat in front of the toilet bowl. This disgusts Cipitio so much that he
no longer finds her attractive and leaves her alone.
The legend of Cipitio has evolved from generation to generation, adapting many different
elements from all over El Salvador. In general, Cipitio is portrayed as a harmless yet
obnoxious troublemaker. He plays tricks, makes jokes and laughs at his victims. El Cipitío
eats bananas and the remaining ashes from rural kitchens; often villagers blame Cipitio
when they wake up and find messes in their kitchens.
La Carretachillona
ThisCarreta witchappearedtoa womannamed Cirinlagossip.Itwasa normal size wagonwithout
oxen, butthe tipsof the sticksthat made upthe stakedcarrieda humanskull withgrotesque
grimace of a smile. The roadload consistedof a promontory of decapitated corpses writhedlike
octopus tentacles thousand.The herdsmen,ratherthan headhada small bunch of grass. On the
lefthandclaimedapujaand right handhandle huge blackwhip. Dancingandpoppinglashesover
the bodies were shoutingand mentionedthe names of all peopleinthe villagewho were known
as liars,false andhypocritical.Andwhile sayingthe names, whippingsoundedlike explosions of
bulletsin the backs of torturedbodies naked.
Such wasthe curiosity Cirinlathatwhenhe heard the noise of the CarretaWitch leftherhouse to
see herand herterror was sogreat that the nextday dawned deadabove a pool of hisown blood

3. curious,gossipy,rebellious,judgmentalandjuzgona.Andsince then the WitchandCarreta not
heardrollingoverthe cobbled streetsof the peaceful village.
The MidnightScreamer
MidnightScreamer
One night, while returningfrom one of myparaded;comingfrombeyond the trail, whenIpassed
the Calvary hearda bell.Ithoughtitwas ...No one lefttoscare me a little andquickenedmypace.
Whenmissingone block togetto the Cabildo, tomysurprise, Inoticed thatmy cadejonottaking
care of me and came on the corner of the Plaza hadlike 12 or more pooches whowere inheat.
Ah!thoughtsadly,if he were mycadejome,I wouldleave all those pooches inshot. There were
othertimes wasdone so when the dogs saw me or feltthe presence of my cadejo,Ishotout
auyandodisbanded,anddonotevenknow where itwentto.
That nighteverythingseemed strange. Maybe missingabout20 meterstowhere the bulkof dogs
were,wheneveryone almostinstantly stoodstill,withstops hotandoearsandlooked fromside to
side, frightened. AtfirstIthoughtitwasmy presence thathadcausedhis strange attitude and
logically,Ibracedmyself forthe attack. Instinctivelylookedeverywhere where collectingsome
stones more,formy arsenal Iwas barelytwoand didnothave much confidence that couldhitthe
target of that attack me first. Dogs, as we all know,animalsare verybrave andalthough one or
twostones were stickinggood,the othernotstop the attack. Differentis withaclub. Witha long
stick,at leastone meter, one can dislocate the firstapproach,andthus, three orfour of them
givingpainor salaries,others fall intofear.
For the attitude of the dogs thatday was somethingof awarningof a greatdanger,because
insteadof barkingleftterrified byeitherside.A few begantohowl ratherugly.The howl waslike
theydo whenthey saythat death,plague and the devil are prowlingaround.Atthatmomentone
isfor hair. As the dogs came indisarray,I didnot know where couldcome the dangerthey sensed.
I stopped a little instinctively,andlookedback. Ifeltastrong warmair envelopedme andabout
barracos Cuches that were around growlingalsocame outrunning, runningawayfrom something
I do notunderstand,norlooked.Immediatelyafterthe blastof warmair felta wave of freshair in
the branchesof the shrubborderleaves swayingviolently.Immediatelyafterthe bottomcorner,
where I had justpassed,Iheard a terrible scream,somethinglike arumblingoutof a cave. On the
streetwhere Icame cross justbefore appeared afigure of man walkinginmydirection. He walked
slowly andwithlongsteps intothe street,exactlyinthe direction whereIwas.Ashe advanced,
the figure became greatbefore myeyes. Itriedmakingagreat efforttomove the middle of the
streetbutto no avail.

4. I do notknowif I passed orif nothinghappened butwhenthe manarrivedexactly whereIwas, his
figure wasso giganticonme only the shadow of his body was projected and... happened. Idonot
know howlongyou spentinthat position of powerlessness. Idonotrememberwhenorhow I got
home. The nextday whenI woke up withfeverwason.I spentthree days withfever. Three days
theydidnot know if myhouse wouldlive ordie.
That's the MidnightScreamer.If it hadbeen the devil youwouldnotbe tellingthe story asyou
wouldhave taken bodyandsoul --- GrandfatherPedrosaid.
Compositionaboutme andmyfamily