La Virgen de Guadalupe Horror Stories - Espooky Stories 7

Every December twelfth, thousands of Catholics in Mexico, the Philippines, the US and all over the world head to church, many in pilgrimages that walk for miles to honor our Lady of Guadalupe and pray for miracles. But what about when the beloved Mother is a subject of legends and tales of terror? I'm Christina and this is espooky stories, where every legend and story is either real, based on a true story, or both. Listen Escucca if you dare where the town of Doctor Arroyo in Novo Leon, Mexico sits today, there used to be an acienda called Alberconez. Acienda Alberconez was a large assenda, even for back then. It spanned through the town of Doctor Arroyo to parts of Tamaulipas and San Luis Potossi. The acienda was built on the land of the Wachichil people, and settlers tried to convert the indigenous population to Catholicism. This was difficult for the settlers. The Wachichi did not want to convert or change their beliefs. Most aciennas had their own chapel, and Albergones was no exception, the chapel in Albergonees was consecrated to Labittien de la Concepcion. A portrait of her image had been brought all the way from Spain. According to legend, Ascienda Albertgonees was not only surrounded by the Wachichin, who refused to convert, but also by brucas, which is one day Ascienda workers entered the chapel to pray and found the virgin of their beloved portrait was missing. From that day on, the acienda began to fall apart, and no one knew why. They believed Lavitiin was angry and fed up with the disrespectful Ascienda and the surrounding witches. They were not devoted enough to her. Legend says her portrait reappeared in the town of Doctor Royo, and when that happened, the town began to prosper. They were protected by her, while the ascienda continued to fall apart, and today there are only ruins of the chapel left the laughing Virgin Mary. This story is from Parral, Chihuahua, Mexico. This happened many years ago. It was told to me by my father. It happened so long ago, but the people the story pertains too would remember my family, so I want to remain anonymous. Years ago, in Parral, on my father's block, there was an older lady that everyone talked about, not for gossipy reasons, but because they were scared. She was said to be Abruca, a bad one who cursed people and did the work of the devil. One day, she got really sick. People stopped seeing her around. Her family hired a nurse to treat her and help her at home. While the nurse was there, the lady's family gathered at her house to keep her company and to pray for her. Sometimes friends and neighbors joined. During one of these afternoons, my dad happened to be there. The woman was asleep resting. She had been getting worse and spend most of the time sleeping. They expected she was going to go soon, and everyone was there to pray for her. Suddenly she sat up, She cried and yelled, she's laughing at me, lawitka, mariey is laughing at me. She said, it's my time to go, and she's laughing. She fell back on the bed and was in seconds. She was asleep as if she hadn't been screaming her lungs off just seconds ago. No one knew what to do. They kept praying. A few nights after this strange occurrence, my dad saw a figure walking on the road at night. It wore a black dress, and as they walked underneath the street lights, they stopped working. One by one, he saw walking and then it vanished. The lady passed away the morning after my dad saw the figure in the black dress. The strangest thing was that she wasn't the only one. Another five elderly people on that Seae Sames Street also passed away over the next two weeks. No one knew why. The image of the laughing Virgin Mary stuck with my father so much so that he told us a story all the time. Can you picture her laughing, mocking and telling you you're going to die? Leavicha the Negro, the Virgin in black. This story was submitted six years ago to Irilatos Lenoce. The town that I'm originally from is now a ghost town. It feels like even my memories from my former home are fitting away. I can hardly remember which building was a schoolhouse. I can barely recall where all my friends lived, let alone my house or what's left of it. It was a beautiful town. The weather didn't matter. It was beautiful and full of people. Then it changed. One November night, my brother and I saw everyone running to the town center. We ran too. We found Don Diego, the town drug in the middle of the center, in the middle of everyone crying. It was a desperate cry. At first I thought something bad happened to him. But as I pushed my way past every one and got closer, I looked again. These were happy tears. He cried and said, I saw her. I saw Lyavitrea de Guadalupe on the hill. I couldn't believe it was it real. If it was real, it meant something good was finally happening to our little town. The Mexican government did nothing for our pueblo. We had been forgotten by everyone except by her labkin. Don Diego became the talk of the town after that. Everyone invited him for dinner that week, But soon the excitement vanished. People began thinking he had made up the whole thing. He kept looking for her, though he was obsessed. It was all he cared about. We would see him heading for the hill, looking for her, for a sign, for anything, but nothing happened. He started drinking again more than before. Then we just stopped seeing him. No one really missed him. After Don Diego went missing, a priest from a neighboring town came by. We didn't even have anyone to run our own abandoned local church, that's how forgotten we were. So they sent that priest to investigate these claims about the apparition of the Holy Mother, really to calm us down. His attitude was terrible. He thought we were lying, but we were not liars. Someone told him about what Don Diego saw Obitkan floating in the hills. No lights nearby, but she was glowing. She looked just like Laviyrka de Gallalupe, but dressed in black. After hearing this account, the priest's behavior changed. He wasn't smug anymore. He was afraid. He gathered his things quickly and told us you'll never have a church here again. You don't deserve it, and he left. Not long after the father left, maybe one month after Don Diego had seen Labyrkan, people were gathering in the town center again. I forced my way through the crowd and that's when I saw it. It was Don Diego, but he was dead. There was a hole in his chest where his heart should have been. We only had one police officer, and he had to borrow someone's truck to take Don Diego to the nearby morgue. People began talking again about her, only this time not in awe or amazement, but in fear. People said that they saw her, but everyone was scared. I will never forget when I saw her. We were walking down the hill. We heard a voice and turned around. There she was just like they said, like Lavitkin, only dressed in black. She had her arms open like an angel. It was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. We ran all the way home. We didn't tell anyone about what we had seen. Later, my brother said he saw her by our house after that, floating in the street. I also saw her again, at least I think I did. We were leaving our Pueblo for good. As our truck was driving away, I was staring out the back, taking it all in. I looked at the hill and I saw a black figure up top. She was floating, but far away. I could have sworn she followed us like the sun seems to follow you when you're driving. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see her again. I didn't open them until we were hours away. I thought if I didn't open them, she would be gone forever. I never saw her again, and our pueblo has long been abandoned. I don't know if anyone else remembers her. That's what I remember. Spooky Stories is written, edited and produced by me Christina. Tune in on Fridays for our regular episodes where I and m Jay share scary stories, myths and legends, sometimes with the guests, sometimes without stay a Spooky