Mexicans have the best ghost stories. You couldn’t scare us by saying some scary monster was hiding under our beds. You know why? We didn’t have an “under the bed!” We had a box frame with the mattress on top.
Parents had to get inventive. They were always fond of one ghost story. La Llorona. Everyone has their own version of it. Here’s mine.
She was a beautiful young woman. Tall. Slender. Long black hair. A mother of two children who would always argue and fight with her every single day. They drove her mad, making her yell and scream. Soon, her beauty began to fade. Sadness upon her face. She grew tired of being a mother. One night she couldn’t fall asleep. The wind had an angry howl, capturing just how she felt. Then the clouds moved away, the full moon illuminating her eyes. Slowly she crept. Her white robe sweeping the floor. The children’s door creaked open. She picked them up like you would a sleeping baby. Each child’s chest upon hers, arms wrapped firmly around them.
Hair flailing, the moon guided her to the lake. She stared at the water, as she finally arrived. Letting go of her embrace, the moon began to ripple. The children screamed and cried. Just as the wind. They waved their arms violently. Along with her hair. A cloud passed over the moon, it was dark, then silent. That is when the woman began to weep. Walking into the lake, descending into the darkness. Slowly, until she was no more.
Now she wanders in the night. Looking everywhere for children, death upon her pale face. Her eyes black, an abyss. Tonight, close your eyes and listen. Her wails of sorrow carried by the wind. Listen.
La llorona was the lamest of all the stories my parents used to manipulate us. The funniest one is the La Mano Peluda, now that crap was scary! 🙂
We also had Los Duendes, El Cucuy, and there were some legit freaky ones where my parents would talk about how they saw demons and other weird stuff.
Good posts cabron.
“EL CUCUY” haha I never knew who that guy was, but damn they scared you with that….
what da fuk
This is hilarious. I miss being little and exchanging scary ghost stories with my cousins. Why were we so intrigued by this stuff. We’d be too scared to sleep at night but we’d still talk about them the next day. Haha! I love it!
It was only really scary to me because my grandma lives right across the street from both the Rio Grande and a lake, and I used to sleep over at her house all the time.
Shut up you dumb ass white people she is real she died but she still wonders in the lake and the hondos so when you hear here cry just say hi
wow dumb ass white people? hugh? well looks like you enjoy our language stupida idiota…..maybey you were one kid like la llorona’s kids isnt it your bed time go to sleep…..
Why would you say dumb ads white people? I didn’t see a post from anyone who deserved that, let alone “all” white people as you insinuated. Yet here you are in the USA living amongst them. The reason I point this out is this type of comment makes Mexicans look bad. Racism will only end if everyone took full responsibility for their own actions and shortcomings. It ends at everybody’s doorstep. Hate is a two way street. To hate, there has to be a reason. Just encase anyone’s wondering..no I’m neither white nor Mexican. And no, not black, Asian, mid. Eastern, nor Spanish. I’ll keep you guessing. Let’s just say the USA has been my and my ancestors homeland before it was the USA. I’m one of the “true” minorities. I love all God’s creations, including all people.
Sorry. Not easy to type on this tiny keypad LoL. I meant to say # “dumb ass” not ads. Silly spellchecker!
El Cucuy has me traumatized to this day…