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In the ruins of the former castle of Rouelbeau in Switzerland, the ghost of a Lady in White is said to appear during Christmas times. As one of the Weiße Frau from Germanic folklore, she is believed to have been the mistress of the castle until she was cast away for not bearing a son.
In the ruins of the former castle of Rouelbeau in Switzerland, the ghost of a Lady in White is said to appear during Christmas times. As one of the Weiße Frau from Germanic folklore, she is believed to have been the mistress of the castle until she was cast away for not bearing a son.
In the marshlands and forests of western Switzerland, the crumbling ruins of Rouelbeau Castle stand as a lonely reminder of medieval ambition and restless spirits. The name Rouelbeau, which is commonly used today, may consist partly of the French verb roiller , which means “to rain heavily” and is translated as “to strike” in the old local dialect. And partly of bot, which means “frog”. One explanation for the meaning of Rouelbeau built on the marchy plain near the Seymaz river, is that the lords of the castle could not sleep at night because of the loud croaking of frogs and therefore had their servants strike the water.
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While few stones of the fortress remain, it is not the broken walls that draw uneasy glances from passersby, but the enduring legend of La Dame Blanche, or in German called Weiße Frau, the White Lady — a sorrowful ghost whose presence is still feared along the winding path known as the Chemin de la Dame Blanche and around the ruins of the castle.
Stories about the spirits of the Lady in White have been told in Europe since pre-christian times, and has been a part of folklore for ages. There are now hundreds of so-called Ladies in White, haunting decaying European castles, ancient forests and deep waters.
The origins of this particular legend of the Lady in White of Château de Rouelbeau, trace back to 1318, when Knight Humbert de Choulex ordered the construction of Rouelbeau Castle in what is now the municipality of Meinier, in the canton of Geneva. He was a vassal of the Faucigny-Baron. While intended as a defensive stronghold against rival factions and the restless borders of medieval Switzerland, the castle’s history quickly turned dark.
According to oral tradition, Humbert’s first wife was cast aside, cruelly divorced after failing to provide him a male heir. Her name is now lost and what became of the discarded woman remains a mystery. Some say she died of grief, others that she was locked away, or met a violent, unrecorded end. It is her anguished spirit, so the legend tells, that took the form of La Dame Blanche, forever bound to the castle grounds.
For generations, travelers and villagers alike have reported sightings of a pale woman dressed in flowing white, a shimmering diadem crowning her head, gliding silently through the misty fields surrounding the castle ruins. Most eerily, her appearances are said to coincide with tragic or unexplained deaths in the area.
Local accounts vary as to when the White Lady is most active. Some say she emerges under the cover of a new moon’s darkness, while others claim she walks under the ethereal glow of a full moon. But one certainty endures: Christmas Eve remains the most sacred and sinister night in the legend of La Dame Blanche.
It is on this night, according to stories passed down since the 19th century, that the entire castle is said to rise again from its ruins, bathed in ghostly light, with spectral inhabitants returning to reenact scenes from long-forgotten feasts and torments. The Lady herself appears resplendent, her otherworldly beauty made all the more chilling by her silent, sorrowful gaze.
There is even a curious twist to the tale. In one solitary account from the early 1800s, a destitute orphan, lost and starving in the winter woods, encountered La Dame Blanche on Christmas Eve. Instead of vanishing in terror, the child accepted the ghost’s beckoning hand and was led to a hidden cache of gold and silver, a reward for his pure heart and desperate plight. The treasure, it is said, lifted the boy from poverty — but he was forbidden from ever revealing the source, save to the dying.
The following year punished one of his greedy relatives by locking him in the castle vault to his death.
Even today, the path running alongside the ruins bears the ominous name Chemin de la Dame Blanche, and locals approach it with quiet caution, especially during the cold months. Strange lights have reportedly flickered in the trees, and unexplained cold drafts creep through the marsh even on still summer nights.
Hikers and amateur ghost hunters claim to have heard faint weeping near the site, or seen a pale figure moving just beyond reach in the gloom. Some modern investigators suggest the damp, misty conditions of the marshland might explain these apparitions — but those familiar with Rouelbeau’s legend know better than to tempt the unseen.
A second legend surrounding the castle ruins is about a black cat, le chat noir, with glowing eyes. It is said to roam the grounds, especially on foggy days at nightfall, suddenly attacking its victims with razor-sharp claws, tearing them to pieces. It is said to be the devil himself, who can only be repelled with a firm blow from a club. If the cat successfully defends itself, it should not be given a coup de grâce, as otherwise it would regain all its strength and abduct its victim into the underworld .
The story is partly linked to an incident in 1567: At that time, the brothers Claude and Jenon Dexert, who lived on the edge of the swamp, were accused of witchcraft and executed after a confession extracted under torture. According to tradition, the cat is their avenging angel.
Whether a cautionary fable or a true haunting, those who tread the path beside Rouelbeau’s ruins on a winter’s night would do well to keep their distance should a lady in white appear from the mist — for her intentions, like the history of the castle itself, remain forever shadowed in sorrow and mystery.
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