La Luz Mala

0:20 A girlfriends, It's me Adrian or Aiden. Either way, I am still your host and you are still listening to Sustill, the podcast of ouky spooky scary stories centered on paranormal folklore from Latin American and Hispanic cultures. Welcome back, Thank you for being here. If this is your first time, welcome, thank you for joining us, please pull up a seat. And if you are a returning ghoul back from the dead, thank you so much for being here. I appreciate it. Heads up, I did an episode last week. I'm doing it again this week, trying to keep the momentum going. This is a video episode for Best Girlfriends on Patreon, So if you are subscribed to patreon dot com sustal podcast at the Best school Friend tier, then you have the opportunity to watch this episode as well as listen to it. Otherwise, thank you so much for listening. Not a ton of updates, I will say, folks, things are in the swing already.

1:15 Listen. I've already got people whispering in my ear about summer and even Halloween events. So, as I've always said, I feel like it's usually in the spooky season where I'm really promoting. But I've said, I said it this last spooky season. I want to be engaged with the community all year long, so please do not hesitate to reach out to me. Do not hesitate to pitch Sustal to somebody or pitch on event to me, regardless of the time of year. I love being out in the community and doing things, So again, put it all out there because you never know what can happen. Not a ton of. Updates in regard to Sustal, but something just really fun that I wanted to share Today Today's Sunday, the fifteenth, I took a class at City Alchemist. If you have been following me for a while, you may have seen that I've posted about visiting their shop. I mean ever since I moved up here, but I and even before then, I would visit their shop. They're one of my favorite spots here in Austin. If you've never been, it is where the witches shop in Austin, Texas. I love being in their space. They just moved next door to a bigger space, and so it's really nice. The energy has always been great, but it's like for me personally, and I don't know what they would say, but the energy is it just feels more like free flowing. And again because it's a bigger space, that makes sense, right. Anyway, I took a class today. It was a leap yard the level or an egg cleansing class, and I grew up getting limp yas with the egg so it just you know, it was a great class because they did a tutorial, but they also gave kind of a lecture on some of the history behind the practice of an

2:48 egg cleanse and the symbolism, and it was just really cool to have that hands on teaching space or experience with them. So big, big, huge shout out to City alcol and Alexis and Eric, you all did amazing and yeah, it was just really fun. It did bring up a lot of questions for me. I need to call my mom and say, hey, why do I remember getting so many leap y'alls growing up? What was happening to me that maybe I did not keep in store? So who knows, just some fun developments that happened there. But I do believe in their first book, Mahya Mahia, which I do have a copy of and I'll post a picture up here for Patreon, they go over the practice of egg cleanses in the book. So if you have been interested in learning about bouhidio or brushing up or fine tuning your practice, I highly recommend they have two books, both of them. But Maha Mahya, I think is a great kind of introduction into this kind of practice.

3:46 Other than that, make. Sure that you follow at Soostal Podcast on every social media platform for any and all updates on the show. I've been having a lot of fun on Instagram. You all may have seen. I've been kind of just going off on there. So finally, I don't know what it was clicked in my head where I was like, oh, this doesn't have to always be about what's going on with the show. I can also just post really fun, silly stuff as well, so check that out. I hope everyone had an amazing, wonderful, cutesy Valentine's Day, a volloween, a Gulantine's, a Gallantines. Whatever you want to call it out. Everybody had so much love surround them this week and of course all year long. Jeff and I I made a post about it on Instagram. We went to House of Torment here in Austin. It is a local haunt and they were doing a I guess Valentines adjacent haunt.

4:34 It was called love Bites and it was all about vampires and I had so much fun there. The scare actors were amazing. It was my first time visiting House of Torment and hopefully will not be my last. Y'all get your money's worth. I think it was a great haunt. I don't want to go into too many details. I'll just say it was worth every penny and more and House of Torment if you're listening, hey, personally invite Ghoul out if you want to. Either way, I will be going back. But hey, what's up? Loved it? You all killed it? Literally? Do you like how it was? Like? Oh, there's really no updates and I'm just now giving you everything about my life. Anyway, thanks for being here. Let's go ahead and jump into today's story, which is another Jeffrey original. So I had this idea yesterday actually, on our way back from the Haunted House. I was just thinking about recording today, and I thought, oh, I know, I know what Jeff's title is at SUSTO. Now. I always made the joke before that he's like the unpaid intern whatever whatever, But I was like, wait, he's my ghost writer, you get it, like like ghost boo, and he does some of the writing for Sustal now and but also like he's writing for me. And that's what ghostwriters do, like they ghost Listen. If you got it, you got it, Thank you. If not, don't worry about it.

5:47 Just know that today's story was primarily produced and researched by Jeffrey Doyle. Thank you so much Jeffrey for the As always, it's a great story. I'm excited to share it with you. And without further ado, we're going to get into it. It is the story of La LUs Mala. Juliandramos had always been a man hungry for power, though he had little of it. He was not a landowner, nor a man of wealth, nor anyone the town truly respected.

6:31 He worked for the Ibarra, one of the largest cattle ranchers in Rio Negro, a man known for his cruelty and greed. Ibarra kept many men like Julian close, men too poor to refuse him and too proud to question him. That was when Thomas entered his life. Tomas was a northerner, a stranger in Rio Negro. He had come looking for work, desperate to feed his family. Unlike Julian, he was kind, honest, and, worst of all, unafraid of don Estevan. Julian hated him immediately. It wasn't just that Domas was a better worker. It was that he spoke out when Ivara tried to underpay the men. Domas had argued when Ivara let his overseers beat a peon half to death, Domas had stepped in, And when the whispers began that some of the workers were planning to stand up to Ibarra, Domas's name was the first to be spoken. Julian didn't care about the suffering of others, but he cared about his place. He was not going to let a man like Domas take it from him. So Huen Ibarra's few faithful men gathered at a local bar one night, Drunk and angry about the troublemaker from the north. Julian saw an opportunity leave him to me. Julian had planned only to scare him.

8:00 He waited until Thomas walked home alone, taking the dirt road that led towards his rented shack in the hills. Julian, followed by his friend Ramiro, was drunk and eager for a fight, They confronted Domas near an old tree, the moonlight glittering through the leaves. Do you think you're better than us? Tomas? Julian sneered. Domas, familiar with Julian's ego, stood his ground. Leave me alone, Julian. But Julian could not be stopped now. He pushed Domas hard, and Ramidro laughed. Domas pushed back, and then Julian saw red. He swung first a hard blow to Domas's jaw. Then Ramiro joined in. The fight went from taunting to brutal. Julian hadn't meant to kill him, but rage and the fear of being humiliated clouded his judgment.

9:00 When Thomas collapsed to the ground, screaming for help while coughing blood, something inside Julian snapped. He lifted a rock and brought it down hard, once twice until there was no more movement. Ramudo's laughter stopped, and he took a staggering step backward. Julian's breath was ragged, his hands were slick with blood, and Tomas was dead. For a moment, no one spoke. Then Ramudo whispered, what do we do? Julian wiped his mouth, forcing his voice to be steady.

9:41 We bury him because if anyone found out what they had done, they would both hang for it. They dug a grave near the river, far enough that the rains would wash away the evidence. By the time they finished, dawn was breaking over the horizon. They swore never to speak of it again, and for a time Houlian convinced himself it was over and in the past. But the dead do not forget, and some debts, no matter how deep you bury them, are never truly gone. Two weeks later, Ramidro left town. He told no one one night he was drinking at the bar, and the next morning his house was empty Without Ramidro. Julian continued to drink alone in the bar until the night an old man came running in pale as a corpse.

10:34 I saw it, La LUs Mala, I saw it. The others laughed. Julian did not. He grabbed the old man by the collar, dragging him outside, where he demanded. The old man's hands shook as he pointed toward the country side by the river. Hoolian could not sleep that night and decided he needed to leave that life behind him once and for all years passed, Julian changed. He stopped drinking and started to build a better life for himself. He settled down, married Elena, and had a daughter, Sophia, his light in the darkness. With all the joy he now had, Julian had done his best to forget his past, but the dead do not forget.

11:24 It was a peaceful life until the night the light appeared. Julian had just finished his evening yetba mate when he stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The night was clear, the sky dusted with stars, but something felt wrong. The air was too still. Even the crickets had gone silent. That's when he noticed it, a small pale light approaching his home from just beyond the barn. Julian thought it could be a lost traveler, but it was no lantern. It flickered and pulled who like a living thing. Julian frowned.

12:04 He tried to forget about his past. He had convinced himself that the old man who claimed to see La Lusmla was just drunk and confused. But here he was seeing a suspicious light. As he stepped forward, the light moved back, almost as if it knew he was watching he took another cautious step. The light receded further, keeping just out of reach. A sudden chill ran through him. It was trying to lead him back in the direction of the river. The urge to call out, who's there rose in his throat, but something deep inside told him not to. Instead, he turned around and went inside, locking the door behind him. The next few nights, Julian stared beyond the barn and saw nothing. He convinced himself again and it had been a trick of his tired eyes.

13:03 Then came the night his daughter fell ill at only seven years old. Little Sophia was the heart of that Domo's family, a bright, playful child with a laugh that could melt the hardest of hearts. But that night, instead of laughter, their home was filled with screaming. Julian and Elena rushed into Sophia's room. She sat upright in bed, her little body trembling, her eyes wide with terror. Papa, the light it's at my window, Julian froze. Elena, confused, rushed to comfort their daughter, pressing a cool hand to her forehead. But Julian turned slowly toward the window, and there it was the same pale light hovering just outside, watching, but now it was closer than before. He ran to the window, yanked the curtains shut, and grabbed his shotgun from the corner of the room. Without a word, he stormed outside, heart pounding in his chest. The light was gone, but the air was thick, heavy, like before a storm.

14:20 And then he heard it, a whisper, soft at first. Carried by the wind. A single unintelligible voice, then another and another surrounding him. Julian turned wildly, pointing the shotgun into the dark. His hands were slick with sweat. Show yourself, damn it. Silence. He took a slow step forward. The barn door creaked in the wind. A cow let out a soft, uneasy moan in the distance. Then the light returned, but this time it was not alone. Two more lights blinked into existence behind it, then a fourth, a fifth, a dozen, floating in the darkness surrounding his house. A wave of ice, cold fear washed over him. His chest felt tight, as if something unseen was pressing down on him. The shotgun felt useless in his hands, and then, just as suddenly as they appeared, they vanished. Julian staggered back inside. Sofia had fallen into a deep, feverish sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. Elena sat beside her, whispering prayers under her breath. Julian said nothing about what he had seen, but that night he did not sleep.

15:54 The next morning, Julian went into town and sought out the oldest and wisest man he knew, don Ivara, his former boss, who was now retired. When Julian described the lights, don Ibada's face grew grave. They are lost souls, spirits trapped and searching for rest. Julian swallowed hard. He knew who the lost soul was. What does he want? Don Ivara studied him for a long time, then, in a voice just above a whisper, he said, someone here has a debt with the dead. Julian's blood ran cold.

16:36 He returned home before sunset that night. As the candles flickered inside their house, he gathered his family, holding Sophia close. The lights returned, but instead of chasing them, Julian did something different. He knelt in the doorway and with a shaking voice, began to pray aloud. He asked for forgiveness. He asked for peace. He asked the wandering souls to move on. The lights did not move, but the whispering grew softer. Sophia stirred in her sleep, her fever breaking. The tension in the air lifted. The lights did not return to the house. Sophia grew strong and healthy, but hu Lean withered from the toll his guilt was taking on his body. He had almost brought a curse to his family. He eventually turned back to drinking. By the time Sophia was a teenager, he was a husk of the man. He used to be a permanent fixture at the bar, drowning in rum, muttering to himself about lights that found his home.

17:48 No one believed him. They called him a drunk, a madman. Then one stormy night, he made a mistake. After the storm had passed and the wind still carried the scent of wet earth and distant lightning, Julian stumbled out of the dimly lit bar, his breath heavy with cheap rum. He laughed to himself as he adjusted his worn out hat, kicking a loose stone down the empty dirt road. La lous mala ha I saved my family from it. The town whispered about La Lusmla attacking his daughter Sophia, warning that those who saw it were forever cursed. But Julian thought he had escaped that fate. He staggered toward the open fields, the cool night air sobering him slightly. The countryside stretched wide, endless darkness, broken only by the occasional outline of a lonely tree. He could not tell where he was in town, but he knew the place felt strangely familiar. Then Julian's boots sank into the deep soil as he reached a clearing by the river. This was where he buried the body of Tomas. He wondered if the bones still lay beneath the soil, and that's when he saw it. A small flickering light hovered just above the ground in the distance.

19:16 At first, it was no bigger than a candle flame, wavering gently as if caught in the wind. Julian squinted his mind raised. Was it La Lusmla again? Maybe it was just a lantern in the distance. But the longer he stared, the larger the light became. So you've come back for me. I've stopped you once in your life and once in your death, I can stop you again. Thomas Julian's proud, evil, former self surged forth. He thought he buried that. Side of himself, but that man was always inside. He raised his hands and put them together, mocking the prayer that once saved his family, and took a step forward.

19:59 The light stopped moving. The night had gone silent. No crickets, no wind, nothing. A chill ran through his spine. Then the light changed. It flared, a deep, blood red, pulsing like a beating heart. The air thickened, pressing down on his chest. His drunken bravado faded as he took an instinctive step back. Suddenly the light surged forward. Who lean turned to run, but his legs wouldn't move. His body felt frozen, held by something unseen. The light rushed toward him, growing impossibly bright until it filled his entire vision. Then came the whispers, at first soft, then louder, surrounding him, a hundred voices overlapping, speaking in a language he did not understand. Then came the screams, the screams of Tomas letting out his last breaths of life. They were joined by dozens, possibly hundreds of other screams, piercing, endless wails of something once human but no longer. The light engulfed him, and in its center he saw no he said, his mind refused to comprehend it. His mouth stretched open in a silent scream as the world collapsed around him. The

21:29 villagers found his body just after sunrise, curled into a fetal position in the exact spot where La Lusmalla had appeared. His face was twisted in terror, eyes wide open, mouth frozen mid scream. His skin was cold as stone, and his hands were bald up so tightly that his nails had pierced his own palms. No one dared move him until the priest arrived. He saw something, priest whispered as he traced a trembling cross over the corpse, something no man should ever see. Elena and Sophia buried Julian that afternoon.

22:12 No one spoke a word. They never knew why La LUs Mala came for him. That night, as the wind held through the empty field, a small red light flickered waiting. Julian was not the only person who was there the night Tomas died. Ramido may have fled town, but he still owed a debt. Welcome back, Welf friends, thank you so much for listening to that story. We're gonna go ahead and jump right into the sources, and even before that, right off the bat. This is a story that originates from Uruguay, and I think it's also seen in Argentina, but we're going to see that mentioned throughout these sources.

23:03 So the first one that we have here is from It's a website. It ends it's an edu website, but I want to say this is pronounced. Cyble or sable. It's cei b a l and it's just a legend of La lusmala or legend of the bad light, if you translate it. All direct links are in the Patreon, but this kind of just gives a really brief overview of what laalusmala is. So reading from this, it says there are lights that can be seen in fields and they can appear green or blue at night. They are seen as floating above the ground, sometimes described in waving movements, so that kind of like flickering kind of wave movement, or simply immobile, so just balls of light, and it is common to see these lights in cemeteries and fields.

23:46 I might kind of trip up a little bit here with these sources, because a lot of these are originally in Spanish and then they're roughly translated to English. But this continues that in Uruguay, this is what is popularly known as lalusmala. Legends say that these luminescences are souls in pain who are wandering on the earth for having suffered a violent death and are demanding justice. There is also a belief among the countrymen that when a bad light chases a person or appears to a person, it is a bad omen for death. Much like many things that we see here on Suso. It's usually like there's omens or even if it's like a spirit or a monster. If you hear them or if you see them in certain contexts, then it means that they're an omen for bad news or even death. This continues according to popular belief.

24:30 It is also said that the greener the light, like the greener of the tone of the light, the more evil it is, or the more severe of. An omen it is. Tradition teaches that when someone encounters a la lusmla that firearms do not work. Guns do not work, so as was included in the story that although Julian had his shotgun when he went out to chase the light and he was confronted with multiple lights, the gun just felt useless because, according to legend, firearms are uselessly against us. How do you shoot light? Right? But also I would kind of suspend my kind of like grip on reality for some of these things, because what is effective is if someone bites down on the I'm assuming they mean like the handle of a knife. So you say a prayer and you bite down on the knife, and I guess you just hold it in your mouth as you make your escape. This says one of the locations that it's reported that people have seen the loos mala is Sierra de las Animas. It says it's a range in uru Way.

25:30 And this is just like a really. Really nice mountainous kind of open green like kind of valley. It looks like from pictures that I'm seeing here, it looks really nice. And Google is telling me that it is about a fourteen hour flight from here, so I mean, it looks nice enough to visit to me, But this is kind of one of those places where it's seen. I do want to say though, that this is kind of reminding me of a willow the wisp or willow wisp. It says here in folklore, a willow the wisp or a willow wisp or ignis fatuous Latin for foolish flame is an atmospheric ghost light seen by travelers at night, especially over bogs, swamps or marshes. And I want to say this phrase willow wisp is more popular in European cultures.

26:15 It says. The phenomenon is known yet in the United Kingdom by a variety of names, including jack O Lantern, Fire's lantern, and hinky punk. That's cute, hinky punk, and is said to mislead and or guide travelers by resembling a flickering lamp or lantern. Equivalents of the willow of the wisp appear in European folklore by various names again Ignos fatuous, few, foyete ir Licht, or ear wish in Germany. I'm probably butchering those European names, but again this says that in folklore, willow the wisps are typically attributed as ghosts, fairies, or elemental spirits meant to reveal a path or direction. These wisps are portrayed as dancing or flowing in a static form until noticed or followed, in which case they visually fade or disappear. Modern science explain the light aspect as natural phenomena such as bioluminescence or chem iluminescence caused by the oxidation of phosphine, dephosphane and methane produced by organic decay.

27:12 I'm a scientist, babe. Basically this is saying, and this comes up in one of the other sources that we have here, that this can also be a naturally occurring phenomena. The conditions, I think typically. Have to be perfect. You know. It's one of those things where you see like a halo of a rainbow around the sun. You know, the conditions have to be just right for you to see something like that. And it seems like when people see this kind of real life again, bioluminescence or chemiluminescence, it's you know, light that's produced by naturally occurring instances. This idea of it being produced by organic decay. It's going to come up one of the other links. Let's see if it's this next one here. I'm not sure it'll come up. We're going to go through either way and then I'll reference it again. But this next one that I have here, this is from Doldo Uruy dot Nex and this is Legends and Superstitions La luis mala.

28:04 This says, here's it's the first sentence I knew it was coming up. It says when an animal or plant decomposes on the ground or is buried very close to the surface, it often occurs that it emits nitrogen and gas shaped phosphorus. Again, this is translated from Spanish. This bacterial decomposition looks green or fluorescent blue at night and as if loosening above the ground, or I read it in Spanish too, it's as if like it's floating right above the ground, sometimes describing waving movements again that kind of flickering like a flame movement or like a lantern. And sometimes it's emobile, it's just kind of static in one spot. It is common to see these lights at again cemeteries and fields and Uruguay, it's popularly known as la lusmla. And this is kind of repeating everything from that first source that we had here. But again I thought it was really interesting that this is again it's a naturally occurring thing, and it's it's interesting that there's this like supernatural element to something decaying, to the idea of death. You know, it's like a direct result of death.

29:04 If I don't know, if if you can follow my thought process, So because something died, this naturally occurring phenomena happens that people interpret as supernatural or paranormal. I just think it's really cool, and I think it'd be really cool to see this in person, knowing that it is what it is. I don't know. I just wonder if scientists, if there are any scientists out there, biologists, chemists, forensic scientists, if there is a way to recreate this phenomena, let me know, I would love to see it, or maybe someone has already done it and it's online. I think it'd be really cool. I mean, because we know how it can happen, So I'm like, can y'all just recreate it so we can see what it looks like. But I'm thinking it would look like the light would look like when you see that like bioluminescent algae. You know, we've all kind of seen those videos of waves crashing or people running their fingers through the water and it lights up at night because of that kind of bioluminescent those biluminescent organisms in the water. I'm assuming it's that same kind of glowing effect.

30:02 The next source that we have here is from Journey Latin America dot com. This is just it's an entry that says Halloween inspired Latin America's spookiest myths. So there's a list of something things that we've covered here. Eltraco is here from Chile, Chupacabra is here, Elthio from Bolivia's here, and then of course LUs Mala Argentina and Uruguay. This says LUs Mala, one of the most prolific myths in Argentine and Uruguayan history, dates back to the period when indigenous tribes still thrived in these two countries. Literally translated as evil light, the phenomenon takes the form of will of the wisp again as we mentioned, or atmospheric ghost lights which dance vividly on barren landscape. Legend has it that the light is a soul broken out of the celestial sphere, crying in pain. So again this sort of like quote out of order soul that is seeking justice or possibly revenge for an untimely or violent death. Right, this continues. This light is thought to emanate deadly gases, a product of decomposed bones. Okay, this is the next part of this that I was excited to get into because in the story, you know, even after Julian's death, his body was just kind of left there like rigid cold.

31:16 You know, it killed him. He died, right, So these gases can kill whatever these willow wisps. Are made of, or they emanate it. This gas is deadly, right, But this idea, it says a product of decomposed bones, and it's gonna mention it, I think, if not in this source, in the next one. But this says according to the Gauchos who traditionally dominate these barren planes, this loos Mala appears during the driest times of year, as with many mythical stories involving a brilliant light. The myth suggests that men have been tempted to venture towards the source of the light, only to find broken pottery remnants containing human remains. However, it is worth noting that when the bright, sparkling light appears at the foot of a hill, it is thought to point to buried treasure, which only the bravest can uncover that mine.

32:00 I'm going to look through my notes on my phone because I want to say I jotted something now that my mom was telling me that I think y'all would find really interesting that Now thinking of this, it reminds me, and I'm pretty sure you all will remember some of you have sent this to me before, if I've ever looked into it. And I think after seeing this, I want to dedicate an episode to it. But it's those what are they called. I need y'all to leave a comment, either on Spotify or on social media or something. There is a tree, there's these specific trees and it incorporates this like a flame that is near the foot of the tree, and there's like treasure or something. Just if y'all know what trees I'm talking about, please let me know. Remind me. Although I know you've sent it in before, okay, but that's it for that. So I want to see if it'll say in this next source that idea of that like treasure or whatever it is.

32:43 Okay. This next source is from wikifandom Mitohia dot fandom dot com. The entry is titled of course Luis Mala or bed Light again. This was a source that was originally the Spanish translated to English, but it says here Luis mala is also called fatuous fire. Double bluff, manding bluff, or Andy's bluff is one of the most famous myths of folklore in again Argentina and Uruguay. Again it's talking about the light here though it has a detail, and it's mentioned in the story too that the light could also be red or white, and in some other sources there's like a varying kind of there's a spectrum of colors that this light can be from, like blues to greens, and now we have reds and whites. And then earlier sources right said that the greener the light is, the more kind of evil or a sinister or the more severe of an omen it is. And I want to say here they say that red is that kind of color too, So red and green Christmas Santa rearranged letters Satan.

33:43 It's a sign anyway. Sorry, this continues. Legend says that the light it can be still, it can move at great speed. They're often feared again because it is a soul in sorrow. It's a deceased person who didn't This one says they received no Christian burial. So now we know that this light la Lusmala is the soul of someone. It's a disturbed soul. And there are many reasons, and I'm sure it's not limited to these reasons. But the ones who've seen. So far is they didn't receive a Christian burial or a proper burial, and those things are not mutually exclusive. It was someone who died violently or suddenly, or maybe they're seeking justice or a combination of any and all of those things.

34:24 Right. This says again, if someone encounters the light, firearms are useless, So don't bring guns to a light fight. Bring a knife, right because it also says to bite on the handle of the knife. The one thing that I wanted. To see here that I want to talk about here. Okay, So this says that usually no one digs where the light comes out of. So if it's floating above one spot on the ground that you can dig there, there might possibly be something, but people are kind of wary because it can also be dangerous. So this says that a few who have seen the light and they've dug in those areas, they've found metal objects, pieces of indigenous pottery. Sometimes they say that there's deadly gas. So if there's like a container or something, or even maybe it's just like a pocket of gas underground, and like if you dig into it, that gas, you know, it'll come out and hit you in the face and it could kill you. Right, So people advise against either against doing that, or if you're going to do it, you know, cover your mouth or hold your breath until like you know, everything's all clear and you've gone away, Like I guess you got to just move fast, right, so you don't breathe in potentially dangerous gases that are trapped underground. This also continues.

35:29 A white light that appears at the foot of the hill is good and where it is hovering above. You need to put like a dagger or a marker or something on the ground there, and that you can go there the next morning during the daytime, and that you can find gold and silver treasure. Right. And it says from red light that you should flee or pray the rosary because it's said to be a bad light and a temptation from the devil. So again we see this these two different again, the spectrum of light and good and evil so blues and white lights are typically kind of safe or they're just there, right, and then the red and green lights are the evil ones, the dangerous ones. And I wouldn't okay, I wouldn't even know where to google.

36:13 But it reminds me of an experiment that I did in high school, which was many years ago, where over the Bunsen burners are teacher how to burn like different chemicals, and each chemical produced a different color. And I'm pretty sure I can remember there was a red, there was a blue, there was a green, and I don't know what white light would be that would look different than the regular flame. But now I'm curious which chemicals caused each color, you know, and for each of those chemicals, what is their level of danger to people? Chemistry teachers, if you're out there. I wish I was better when I was in chemistry, that I paid closer attention, But I don't know. I wonder if there's a connection there, right, because now we're going into science right where people are saying that it's dangerous to dig in these spots because there could be pockets of gas trapped if that gas is producing a flame in different colors like or depending on which kind of gas it is, right? And like, what is what colors produce white and blue that are not as dangerous as the gases that produce the colors green and red.

37:14 I don't know if you followed any of that. I really hope you did. And we're gonna have to run the Soustos science class and see what happens. Have to run some experiments. This continues. It says it is now accepted that the myth has its origin in the real phenomena of fatuous fire, which is you know what we just went over. It's like a naturally occurring phenomenon. It's a quote biogas again, we saw it was bioluminescent or chemi luminescent. So biologically luminescent or chemically luminescent. I think I'm saying that right. I think I'm a scientist. You guys, maybe I will run my own experiment again. It mentions that that decomposition and oxidization of bacteria. Whoa, you guys, my brain is so big anyway, that that natural decomposition can so some times produced this luminessence. You see, this is what happens when I read fancy three dollar words, is that what they call it.

38:07 Though that's three dollar word. Has anybody heard that phrase? I don't know. You see, I have my good moments where I sound really smart, and then I have other moments where I sound not so really smart. Anyway, this is what I wanted to talk about here. This part is It says it may also be the result of the reflection of the moonlight and the bones of dead cows, like when you see it in a field. So I tried looking this up and I didn't see anything about cowbones being more reflective than any other bones. I think it's just because you know, in a field there, what do you think when you see a field cows? Right, If a cow has died out there and their bones are there, it's going to be this probably white bone in a patch of either dark dirt or grass. So in the full moon, the light will bounce off of that, right, because it's white. That's just how that works. So maybe that's what it's talking about. But the reason I was interested in talking about this is because it says that some people may interpret the loose mala as a thing that eats also because then when they go to this spot where they saw this glowing they find these bones, and that's kind of what this the rest of the source is saying, is like, oh, we saw something glowing in the spot last night, and so we came to check it out today. The sun is out right, and there's a pile of cowbones. So there that light that was here, it was a thing that ate versus the light that they saw was the bones themselves, just reflecting the moonlight off of them. If that makes any sense too.

39:28 It makes sense to me where I'm like, oh, yeah, I could see someone maybe kind of making up a story in their head, right a when in reality again, it was just the moonlight hitting the bones and then they make up a scary story around it, which we love. Right. And then the last thing here, it's a YouTube video. I I might just throw it here in the Patreon video, but if you also want to look it up, if you go to YouTube and you search the video La Luce malaretos, it's like it's a one minute video. And honestly, like fifty seconds of this video are just title and exit credits for some reason, and you can tell this is like a homemade video. Is published in two thousand and seven from de la Patio de la patillo what's that Caliucci song? And it says in Escumento exclusivo de coronica tva istoria de la LUs Mala. And to me, it looks like someone made their version of like a mockumentary, like a scary Like it's a scene from a scary video where they're encountering lalus Mala.

40:32 Right, it's I. Mean again, go watch it laalus Mala vea on YouTube. And the first like opening credit, it's like a red background with white letters and it says momento. It's really dramatic, but you can tell someone was like, oh, let's let's pretend like we encountered laalus Mala. I don't know, it was just fun. Welcome back, girl friends. Thank you so much for sticking around for today's episode. It was my pleasure and I hope that you enjoyed it. As always, if you would like to hear your story on a Letters from the Beyond episode, please feel free to visit sustal podcast dot com or linktr dot e slash Sustal podcast and there is a link on both of those pages to submit your own story. It is an official Letters from the Beyond form where you can also drop in multimedia. So if you have photos, video, audio recording, send all of that in fill out the little form and it'll come directly to me and it'll end up either on a Letters from the Beyond episode or on the social media pages which are at sustal podcast on every platform where you can follow for any and all updates and just kind of general fun spooky stuff.

41:55 If you enjoy today's episode, please. Make sure to leave a far star rating and or positive review wherever you are listening. It is the easiest way to support the show by doing that by liking, subscribing, sharing it with your network of goals, and saying, hey, check out this podcast. I really think you'd like it, because I love it. If you do that, I don't know if you knew this. If you do that, you get seven years of good luck, like and each time you do it, it just keeps adding on, So I don't know. It's up to you. I would never turn down good luck you guys. And if you would like to. Monetarily support Sustal in exchange for some perks and benefits, For example, you could get this episode early and ad free, and depending on your tier, you could even get a video version of this episode. Then you can do so by visiting patroon dot com, slash Sustal podcast, and this episode's patrons. Huge shout out to you all, Eliza, Sadie, Rachel, Alejandra Luther, April d Josette, Sam, Mandy, Jules Louri, Genie, Desiree A Ashes, Nedesa, Rachel Ashusena, Marlene, Chata, Laney, desire Ci, Cynthia, Carla Archer, Bricaddo, Sera, Vanessa, Mariza, Nieves, Monica Iris and Volatile Void.

43:09 Thank you all so so much for your support. It means everything to me. It makes my heart grow two sizes too big. I look forward to you talking to you on the next episode. Until then, thank you so much for your support. Thank you again to Jeffrey, my ghost writer, for producing today's story. I will talk to you in the next one and until then, Notthas Wustas Bye s