there's a dance at a party going on and a girl is sitting by herself. they play a song and suddenly a mysterious man walks in through the doors, looks around, and asks the girl to dance. she accepts, and puts her arms around his neck. he puts his around around her waist and then she suddenly faints. the crowd gathers to see what's wrong and see that handprints had burned right through her dress and into her skin. they look for the gentleman she was dancing with and he was nowhere to be found. since then, they have never played that song. morale of the story, the man was supposed to be the devil himself.

(old story my family in mexico told me)