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About the Author:
Reverend Elizabeth Kirkwood lived in
Albuquerque,
New Mexico
as a child. Today she is a practicing Methodist Minister in
Oklahoma
and Kansas.
She and her husband Cody have been married for 14 years and love to tell
stories to their girls that help them to embrace their Hispanic heritage.
Elizabeth is currently attending the University of Northwestern
Oklahoma in
Alva, majoring in Social Work. Enrolled in a Mythology class at the
moment, she was assigned to a write a paper and has chosen
La Llorona.
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My Mom's Bedroom Window
My mom lived in the same
house in Santa
Fe, New
Mexico for almost 50 years. When she was about 12 or so, she and her
cousin were sitting in her bedroom (which was later to be mine) at night,
in the middle of winter. It had been snowing. At one point they heard a
noise outside the window. When they looked, there was a woman standing
there, dressed all in white, and crying.
My mom and her cousin
were obviously a little freaked out and they ran out of the room to tell
her mom. Her parents went outside to investigate but found not footprints
in the freshly fallen snow. They came back inside and told her what they
found, or rather, what they didn't find. That scared my mom even
more and she was afraid to go back in her room.
When I was about eleven I
was sitting in my bedroom (in the same house my mom grew up in) by myself,
at night, in the middle of winter, and it had been snowing. I heard a
noise outside my window. I'm afraid of the dark so I didn't check to see
what it was, I just left the room and did something else for awhile. When
I told my mom about it, she told me this story. She said it was
La Llorona
outside the window both of those nights.
Submitted by Brandi,
June, 2005. Brandi has lived in
Santa Fe,
New Mexico
for her entire life and loves ghost stories and the paranormal. She
is also afraid of the dark.
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Cries in the Night
When I was 12 years old
(1991), my parents separated and my mother moved me and my brother to
Monterrey Mexico. In the winter all three of us would sleep in the
same room because there was no central heating -- only electric heaters.
There were two beds for my mother and brother. I slept on the floor in a
sleeping bag, next to my mother's bed. One night around 2:30 in the
morning, I woke
up because I had been dreaming about my great grandma. She kept
calling my name -- three times to be exact. Just a few minutes later I
heard the scariest screams coming from down the street. It was
horrible!!! The cries continued, each time coming closer. I
was so horrified that I could not even wake my mother who was laying right
next to me! I was so scared, I did not even blink. It was the most evil
cry I have ever heard! Finally, it passed my house and slowly faded
away! The next day I told my mother. You know, I didn't believe in stuff
like this, especially not
La
Llorona.
After that night, I do.
Submitted by:
Adriana of Houston,
Texas
Did I Really See La
Llorona? -- A California Version
I don’t think anybody has
ever heard of the city that I live in – in the suburbs of a small valley
town called Lompoc,
California.
Well, the story of
La Llorona
that I know, was that she was a prostitute and every time she would have a
child she would take it to a creek and drown it. Before long, she
was murdered by one of her customers and sentenced by God to wander the
rivers and streets of the world looking for her children.
La Llorona
became so upset that she cried and cried, eventually drying her eyes out
-- leaving two black holes where her eyes once were. And, her mouth
grew incredibly large, resembling that of a horse. The legend continues
-- that if she heard a child crying she would come for them thinking it
was one of her own.
When I was a child of
eight children, my family would warn us that
La Llorona
was outside waiting. During the day, we might cry when we heard
this, but as the sun started to die, we were too scared to even walk alone
through the house, thinking she might have heard us and was waiting in a
dark corner.
One night when I was
about 8 years old, I was terribly angry at my mom and she made me sleep
with her that night. However, I was so upset that I couldn’t sleep
and La
Llorona was the last thing on my mind. However, as I tossed and
turned, I looked to the foot of the bed and there stood a lady in a black
dress with purple trim. She had two black holes where her eyes
should have been and an enormous grin on her face. She had long,
straight black hair that looked like it was blowing in the wind.
The weird part was that I
wasn’t scared, I just sat up in bed staring at her for a good five
minutes. When she wouldn’t go away, I finally got tired and fell
asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning that I got scared and
strange things seem to happen to me in that house ever since.
This house is said to
buried over and an old
Indian/Spanish
cemetery.
Submitted by:
Nisi of Lompoc,
California
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