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I’m looking at a lovely natural pool near the village of Babinda in Australia. A young Aborigine comes over to me.

‘Be careful you don’t slip,’ he says.

The small pool is surrounded by rocks, apparently quite safe to walk on.

‘This place is called the Devil’s Pool,’ the boy goes on. ‘Many years ago, Oolona, a beautiful Aborigine girl who was married to a warrior from Babinda, fell in love with another man. They fled into these mountains, but the husband found them. The lover escaped, but Oolona was murdered here in these waters. Ever since then, Oolona thinks that every man who comes near is her lost love, and she kills him with her watery embrace.’

Later on, I ask the owner of the small hotel about the Devil’s Pool.

‘It might just be superstition,’ he says, ‘but the fact is that eleven tourists have died there in the last ten years, and they were all men.’