Oh oh, Mission Myths and Devils time?
. . . I don't really have that much, actually.
Well no, that's a lie, I have two good stories.
STORY THE FIRST: THE DEVIL'S TINY LITTLE WOODED AREA
So, okay, for this to make sense, you need to know a few things. Goias is a very evangelical state in a very Catholic country. So like, the Great Apostasy is a lot more believable if you've been places like Anapolis, where every day life doesn't sound so different from the accounts of Joseph Smith's own youth. But more to the point: EVERYONE cares about religion in some way or another in Goias. From the drunk who stopped us to say I was Jesus and my companion Paul to the crackhead asking us why Jesus always has such nice hair in paintings. And of course, there are other religions cared about, but none so much as Christianity.
However, in Goias there is a sizeable practice of
Candomble, which, as best as I was able to learn, was something like the Witch Doctor stuff from Live and Let Die fused with Catholicism. So if anybody thinks Catholicism is creepy, they should check out Candomble, because that's like the Halloween version of Catholicism or something. Anyway, this is important to the story because Candomble has a splinter sect of sorts referred to as Mucumba, which, as far as the Evangelical and Catholic populations will tell you, is basically the Sith Lord side of things. Evil stuff, like ritual animal sacrifices and the lot. If you want a casting out devil story from this region of Brazil, chances are it'll involve Mucumba. There's also Animism, which is more like the Jedi side of things. They're almost more Catholic than Candomble, really, with their most notable features being a belief in reincarnation and also they're like, the nicest, most kind hearted people in the area. Even nicer than the Christian Congregation, which was an incredibly nice (in my experience) denomination.
Now, the reason this is all brought up is that Mucumba (or Macumbeiros, the practicioners of Macumba) happened a lot in Jardim Curitiba, an area where I served. Like, you frequently found half-sacrificed chickens in the area and stuff, where they were doing this until the cops busted up the party (Mucumba isn't outlawed, but burning live chickens is, I think.) Anyway, Jd. Curitiba is a BAD place. The ward is great, the members lovely, and frankly I loved it, but seriously people died and got shot and robbed there ALL THE TIME. Like seriously one night the members cried and stayed up all night praying because we left their house and went down a street where this guy got shot the same exact night (so we leave, they hear about people getting shot, and stay up all night hoping it isn't us.) and like, I was teaching this couple right, like, more like ex-couple. And I was only teaching the woman because she was a friend of a convert, and the man I sorta knew.
SO HE STABS HER TO DEATH. 12 TIMES. Yeah, did I mention they lived like, a block away and the cops never caught him?
JARDIM CURITIBA IS A SCARY PLACE.
Now, with this set up, there was a "mato" or wooded area in the middle of our area, on the way to the church, and I'd been told a load of strange stories about it. Everyone has one. Like, human sacrifices, drug usage, etc. My companion said he and an AP were walking by and stopped at this tiny little swing set that for some reason is in the middle of nowhere. And the swing is goin' back and forth and back and forth and the AP creeps him out telling him that in the day the living children played on the swing, and at night the dead. Lots of stories of this effect, with men in cloaks emerging from the wood to chase the Elders and goats with flaming eyes. Seriously, if you serve in Jd. Curitiba, you know a story like this.
Anyway, I never believed it and chalked it up to Missionary Superstition. Until one night I was walking by there with my trainee, who'd never heard anything about the place. He grabs my arm and says "Elder, we have to get away from the wood." "Why?" "There's something in there. We have to get away." "It's probably just a cat. People leave them here when they don't want 'em." "NO. We have to get away."
I tell you, I don't have ANY idea what was going through his head, but he was scared, and the look in his eyes scared me, and we bolted. I dunno what was in those woods, but it was freakin' weird. I've heard all sorts of explanations for this whole thing, but the more I look back on that night, the more I can't help but feel there WAS something in those woods and we did need to get away from them. I certainly felt like that looking into his eyes.
Jd. Curitiba was like that. I mean, I've got a lot of other stories of spooky things happening, and some of them make for great campfire ghost stories, but most of 'em I can explain. That though, I've never figured out.
Oh, and I promised a myth, huh?
So this one shames me a bit, because it was a belief people had on my mission, that there was such a thing as "Pure Blooded" Mormons. You see, we had a guy who was directly descended from John Taylor, and it so happened that this guy really was an amazing guy and an amazing missionary. Unfortunately, it reinforced in the heads of some Brazilian missionaries that there were levels of purity of Mormon heritage. Like, if you were descended from Prophets, Apostles, or Pioneers you were up top. If your family descended from the first converts in a country, you were near top. If you were a neophyte, well, that just wasn't right.
And somehow they took this to also mean that Brazilians and Utahns in specific shouldn't intermarry, and that Utahns would never accept Brazilians. There's a whole story accompanying how this crazy belief came about on my mission, involving one particularly unlucky and hapless missionary, but for his sake I'll just say all of it was bogus and I spent like, a full month trying to convince my companion and others (it was a weird disease mostly belonging to the Secretaries) that it was flat out wrong.
So that's what I've got.
EDIT: SenseiJinx, where did you serve? Because I totally have heard the one with the desk and chair moving.