As anyone may be aware of, the werewolf is an European legend. Here in Brazil, it was brought by the Europeans at the time of the colonization. There are some people from the countryside and also the ones who live on the shores who are still very concerned with werewolves nowadays. The werewolf is generally the couple's seventh child, always a boy. However when a woman has 7 girls and the 8th child is a boy, this one will be a werewolf. He is also the son of any woman who loves a priest secretly. He's generally pale, skinny and his ears are big. The boy is born perfect but he dislikes going out during the daylight. He lives always secluded, spared form all other boys of his age. As soon as he is 13 years old, the curse begins. On the first Tuesday or Thursday night after the 13th birthday, the child go out lonely at night, searching for a crossing, a place where one street crosses the other one. There after midnight ,when it is already Friday, in the midst of the silence of the night he is transformed for the first time into a werewolf, immediately howling joyfully towards the full moon. He loves the crossings and the cemeteries because he rolls on the dust of these places in the dawning, always howling until he is transformed into a werewolf.

After the horrible mutation, he starts running as a big wolf, showing his big canines hanging out of his mouth. The people who are bite by the werewolf will also be cursed and transformed into one of them. If his blood drops on someone's skin (even a single drop), this person will have the same horrible fate. Many people swear they still see werewolves running on the beeches at night. Before the downs, when the cock start singing, he gets back to that very same place the mutation took place and then turns back to be a man again. The ones who ran into a werewolf must pray three Hail Marys to get protection. At nights of full moon, the ancient caiçaras (the ones who are born on the beach) used to chat with their friends out of their houses. They used to tell others that looking at the beach, they could see those shadows far away, running fast from one side of the beach to the other one. The people were horrified, or better yet, they still are.

They still say there were a lot of werewolves in Itanhaém, when the cemetery was still located at the foot of the Itaguaçu Hill, before being transferred to the place where is located nowadays. They loved the dust of that small cemetery, rolling on the ground, hidden in the darks and surrounded by the bush. Near Cibratel condo, a long time ago when the place was still a marsh, behind the Paranambuco Hill, where there were lots of bushes, some people say there were lots of werewolves there. The ones who risked crossing that place when it was full moon and on Friday nights would certainly be attacked.

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