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My Story of La
the age of seven, I was attending the new Pajarito School in the South
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
Llorona had gotten the boy. I could only stand there
speechless, having never heard of
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
Submitted By: By Reverend
About the Author:
Reverend Elizabeth Kirkwood lived in
as a child. Today she is a practicing Methodist Minister in
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
Alva, majoring in Social Work. Enrolled in a Mythology class at the
moment, she was assigned to a write a paper and has chosen
My Mom's Bedroom Window
My mom lived in the same
house in Santa
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
outside the window both of those nights.
Submitted by Brandi,
June, 2005. Brandi has lived in
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
After that night, I do.
Adriana of Houston,
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,
Well, the story of
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.
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
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
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
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
Nisi of Lompoc,
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,
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,