Local myths and legends - tell us yours

my aunt danced with one up beyond the horseshoe bridge one night and when he took the hat off it was the devil himself she says, and she swears left hoofprints on the rocks that are there yet as he ran away from her (she never said what it was made him take off in the interim but i know the woman with years and can offer a few suggestions) and when we said (round eyed, cos the devil was the only man that could friken you when you were seven out wesht, him and the banshee from darby o'gill) could we go and see the rocks and the prints she snorted and said 'the rocks will be long gone you eejits but i know for a fact the prints are still on them'- this is the kind of rearing we got

years later we got our own back when we slipped an unsuspecting cousin the wrong lotto results and sent him up to the kitchen (we were never let near the kitchen) with what we knew to be her numbers and i know for a fact her handprints are still on my arse