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My Story of La Llorona

Albuquerque New MexicoAt the age of seven, I was attending the new Pajarito School in the South Valley of Albuquerque, New Mexico. I loved attending the Pajarito School, especially when it was time to play outside in the schoolyard. Surrounding the playground was a high fence to keep the children from wandering off.  Behind the fence was an irrigation ditch that fed an alfalfa field on the other side of the trench.  In the high, arid lands surrounding Albuquerque, it seemed as if there were ditches everywhere, watering the fields beyond the city.


Soon, we met a little boy who was not yet old enough to attend school.  He would often come and play by the fence and watch as the older children frolicked in the schoolyard.  But, one day our play was interrupted by a big commotion near the schoolyard fence.  As we ran towards the fence, we soon discovered that the little boy had fallen into the irrigation ditch.  Though one of our teachers pulled the boy from the muddy water and began resuscitation efforts, it was too late.  That was the first time I had ever experienced the loss of a friend.


The next day at school, one of the children told me that La Llorona had gotten the boy.  I could only stand there speechless, having never heard of La Llorona.  They explained that she was the "ditch lady" that wandered up and down the ditches looking for little kids to "steal" because her own children had drowned in a terrible accident.  That frightened me because right outside my own back door were two of these muddy trenches.  On cloudy days we could imagine her ascending from the heavens to take her place along the irrigation ditches.


Submitted By:  By Reverend Elizabeth Kirkwood


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.



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.






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



Readers Comments:


i just read your interesting articles, relating to the Weeping Woman, aka: La Llorona. Many of these stories I read on your site appear to coincide with the many "events" our town has experienced back in the early to mid 80s in Manor, Texas, a once small quiet town of 840 population, before the big population explosion. My family and many others in the area heard what appeared to be the wailing of this mean spirit. My father has claimed to have seen her and I have seen what appeared to be remnants of a gown floating near the old Forest Creek by our house. At present, due to the heavy growth in the Manor area, she has not been seen or heard from since. Thank you for your information to this spirit, I truly believe this is a real spirit and for the record -- yes, I do believe in ghosts. -- Carlos, Austin, Texas, June, 2010.



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