The Night I Heard La Llorona - Espooky Stories 1

It seems like we all have a cousin THEODA friend that has heard Laurona. The following is a story of a kid who stayed up a bit too late and heard something that maybe he didn't want to hear. I'm Christina and this is spooky Stories, where every story is based on real events. Listen, Escucia at your own risk. It was a night like any other. Everyone was asleep except for me. I have trouble sleeping, always have. I could hear my parents snaring in the room. My little brother wasn't there that night, and he was staying with our cousins a sleepover. I was eleven at that time, and I didn't want to go. I thought I was too cool for that. Instead, I was in the living room watching Jay Leno. Late night TV kept me away on those long nights. We only had the one TV and it was in the living room, so I always left my bed and sat on the couch when I couldn't sleep. My parents never noticed, or they didn't care. Maybe they were too tired to notice. I don't know. They never said anything to me about it. I must have dozed off at some point, because last I checked, it was eleven PM. But my watch said four am. Although lights were off, it was quiet, too quiet. Even the TV was off, but I didn't remember turning it off. I thought maybe the storm took the electricity out for a second. Four am. I never liked that hour, probably because of everything I had heard as a kid. My family always said that was the witching hour. They had all sorts of stories about ghosts and witches and well everything. They especially said nothing good happened after midnight, but three am that was the devil's hour, and well four am was just too close to three am. The worst stories always took place in Mexico, So at that time that this happened, I thought I was safe, and my eleven year old brain, I was pretty far from Mexico therefore safe. Really, I was pretty close the house that we lived in back then. It was in the RGV, the Rio Grande Valley in Texas. But in my eleven year old brain, those scary stories my family always told they didn't happen here, They only happened in Mexico, so I was safe. I had taken another look at my watch four or five am. I rubbed my eyes and thought maybe I'd fall asleep again. If I went to bed, so I stood up to head to bed, and that's when I heard a sound. I couldn't place the sound, not until I heard it again. It was screaming. No, not screaming, crying. If scream crying was a word that would have described what I heard that night, A woman crying and maybe screaming a little bit. I was a little scared, but I started freaking out a bit more when I remembered a story that a cousin had told me a few months before that night, the story of Laurona the weep being women. My cousin said that this happened a very long time ago, and that she was named Maria. Maria was young but beautiful, and she had met a man, a man who was rich. Maria was not rich, but they got married anyway. She was happy. They had two kids, a boy and a girl. But her husband changed and one day he didn't love her anymore. He told Maria he was leaving her. She was furious, but nothing made her more mad than when she saw her husband with a younger woman. When she saw that, she ran back home and took her kids to the her None of them were seen again. The townspeople figure that she had drowned them because she was jealous. After that happened, once it got dark, many in town began hearing cries, and some sets to have seen a woman in a white dress appeared near the river. They said that she would take kids, boys and girls. It didn't matter. She was looking for her kids. At least that's how I remember the story. I figured my cousin was exaggerating to try and scare me. But I heard it again, crying. Was it closer? I couldn't figure it out. I couldn't remember at the time. What was it that I heard. If the screams were far La Rona was closed, or had it been the other way around, I didn't know. I wanted to think that I had imagined the cries, but there was again crying. There was a ditch right by our house, and it sort of sounding like the screams were coming from there. Still, I wanted to convince myself that this was my imagination, but I heard the dogs barking. This meant that they could hear it too. This was real. At this point, I was panicking, terrified, frozen on the couch, I turned to look at the door. I'm still not sure why I turned the door was to my left. I turned my head left, and that's when I heard it, A whisper right in my ear. Messious, messious, my children. I ran. I was eleven when this happened. Of course I ran. I ran straight to my parents room. I woke them up and I told them what I heard. They told me it was my imagination. Then it was the wind. They couldn't agree on what I heard or what I saw, or whether it was They couldn't agree on which one, but they could agree that it wasn't real. They could agree that they didn't believe me. I knew what I heard. I knew it was real. I didn't know what to do. I went back to the living room, turned the lights on, turned the TV back on, sat back down. Was it gonna fall back asleep? I didn't hear it again, at least not that night. Spooky Stories is written, edited and produced by me Christina. Tune in on Fridays for our regular episodes where I and m Jay share a scary story, smiths and legends, sometimes with the guests, sometimes without Stay Yes, Spooky