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This post is part one of a two-part series exploring a couple of Costa Rica’s eeriest jungle legends. The kind that makes you question if that scratching outside is really just a branch against the roof… or something else.
Some say that when the night gets quiet enough and the jungle hum fades, you can hear her. The thump on the roof. The hair-raising wail that sounds part woman, part howler monkey. That’s La Mona, and trust me, she’s not out there looking for company.
They call her half-lady, half-monkey, though “lady” might be pushing it. She’s said to haunt the edges of small towns and farms, where jungle meets tin roof, and sanity meets superstition. Old-timers will tell you she was once a woman betrayed, cursed, or maybe just too curious about the dark arts for her own good. Whatever she was, she didn’t stay that way.
Legend has it she slips through the trees at night, her eyes glowing red, her hair tangled with leaves, her screams somewhere between a howl and a heartbreak. Some say she climbs rooftops and beats on them just to watch people panic. Others say she hunts men who’ve wronged women, which makes you wonder how many husbands suddenly decided to sleep on the couch after hearing that one.
Folks claim there are ways to keep her away. Toss a handful of salt or mustard seeds outside your door, and she’ll be forced to pick up every single grain before sunrise. A machete stuck in the ground in the shape of a cross helps too. The old belief is that she’s too distracted by the counting or too repelled by the faith. Either way, she’s gone before daylight… if you’re lucky.
But maybe La Mona isn’t just a monster story. Maybe she’s a reminder that pain doesn’t disappear, it transforms. Anger can twist into something feral, grief into something that howls. Maybe her nightly visits aren’t about vengeance at all, but loneliness. After all, how many of us have screamed into the dark, hoping someone would finally listen?
Of course, it’s easier to believe in curses than emotions. And it’s easier to tell the kids that La Mona will come if they sneak out at night than to explain why the world outside isn’t always kind. Either way, the jungle listens. It always has.
And as for that banging on your roof tonight… well, I’m sure it’s just the wind. Probably.
Read Part-two: Here beauty takes a darker turn with La Cegueta, the woman you’d better not look back at.
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