Ghosts: The Haunted Road in La Rumorosa, Mexico

If you cross down the southern border toward the state of Baja California, you will hear about the town known as larru Morosa. Around this place there is a group of dry desert rock mountains, and it's usually taken by people trying to get between Tikate and Mexicali, which are big areas in the north part of Mexico, and therefore the road always has people driving on them. I've been on that road before, both while traveling by regular car and on buses, mainly when I was younger, so I'm familiar with just how eerie this entire area is. That night, this place turns into another world, filled with ghost stories and apparitions that have been witnessed by countless travelers. Even experienced drivers agree that the area is dangerous to drive in at night because of the many accidents. That's just the beginning. Stories of mysterious disappearances and sightings are just some of the many stories that lie among the many miles of this road. Join me today as we revisit some of the legends and stories of the infamous area known as drum Rosa. My name is Edwin, and here it's a dark memory. It was the fourth night at the hospital, and Rosanna was getting impatient. Could the doctors be hiding something? Was it something more serious? She was known to worry over everything. In fact, she worried so much that most of her family kept things away from her. She was probably overthinking. The doctor had told her that her operation was common. All we're going to do was monitor in case of any complications. She thought about that word complications and began to worry again. Doctors and nurses passed back and forth all day. The door to her hospital room was more like a big glass window with a green hospital paper curtain over it, the same material that the surgeons wore, but it had been tied up to the side since the day before. With only a black and white television and a stack of magazines next to her, looking out the door gave her something to do. Do you feel any pain, a nurse asked, pressing against her stomach. A little Rossana grunted out. The nurse gave her a suspicious look. Digging two fingers against a belly of someone would hurt anybody. The nurse walked away without saying anything else. A little rude, Rossanna thought to herself. She was sure she would say something if the nurse came back. She had enough of this place anyway. Sleeping through the beating sounds of the heart rate monitors and all the old machines around the hospitals was easy for Rosanna. She had two younger brothers at home. One of them snored and the other talked in asleep. Sharing a room with them had trained her for a moment like this. It was late at night and the only lights she could see were the dimmed ones from the hallways of the hospital, and she was startled by the sound of the door opening, the paper making a scratching sound as it got a little brighter in the room. The short young woman a nurse, who stepped carefully toward her without making a sound. How are you doing, she asked, Let me look at you. Even more strange in the time she decided to do a checkup at almost three in the morning, was her hat. It was different than the other nurses. The ones that passed along the halls used flat caps that held onto their hair. They looked like caps from the lunch ladies at Rosanna school. She didn't know what to say, so she just let the nurse step toward her. As the nurse reached for Rosanna's arm. She could see the bright smile on her face, but it was distant, darkened by the dim light now directly behind the nurse. Her smile disappeared as soon as Rosanna felt her cold hands. She tried to find the nurse's eyes. They were far too dark, but then the night lights behind the nurse took over. Rosanna couldn't believe what she was saying. The nurse began to vanish right in front of her. Just like that, she was gone. The story of the Vanishing Nurse takes place in the Red Cross of Tecate in Mexico. Patients that could treatment there have seen a kind nurse that comes to check on them, but later to vanish as a nurse in charge comes by. Patients would scream at the sight of watching a person disappear in front of them, yet most witnesses agree that the nurse had been helpful and given them a sense of peace. Catholic priests have been called to the Red Cross clinic to try to get the nurse to finally cross over and res eternally, but they have not been successful. Without knowing who the nurse was or where she died. There is little they can do to connect with her. The story goes a little deeper than that, however. You see sixty kilometers east of Takate is a small town called La r Morosa, the one that I mentioned in the beginning, and that place is one of many dark memories, sharp rocks and steep cliffs around the winding roads of the area. In previous years, you could see rusty cars and the frames of buses that remained after the death of their passengers. Trying to pull cars out of that proved to be far too dangerous and expensive, so the area was left with only their skeletons. You can see them during the day. But aside from those, many other beings are said to lurk in the dark. Joanna was a nurse that lived nearby. She was known to provide the best care and was well respected because she had dedicated her life to help those that had been in accidents and the sick. One evening, a woman ran up to her begging her to go examine her husband, who had gotten very sick with strong stomach pains. Where do you live, Joanne asked, close to let Ru Morosa. The woman answered, that's a bit far, but I will go as soon as I finished with my patient. The woman left the written directions for Joanna and went to her home to wait for the nurse. And Joanna walked deep into the winding roads of La Rumurosa that hot afternoon, couldn't find the house. She read the directions carefully, wondering if she should turn back someone needed help. She decided to keep going. She pulled out her bottle of water to drink the last drop she had left. As the sun started to set. The silhouettes of the rocks made of the dark would scare anybody, especially after knowing the many stories of ghosts. There was a story of a ghost truck driver who, upon trying to rush to the hospital to be with his wife was in labor, took a lass turn through those winding roads of the area, the turn that ended his life as the truck plummeted down a cliff, killing him instantly. Ghost headlights can still be seen turning before vanishing as they fall down the hills. The story of the witches, the ones that can be seen floating through the hills. Distracted drivers become hypnotized by the sights enough to roll off the road. The nurse kept walking, afraid of the sounds she heard between the rocks. Joanna, Joanna, they would yell. She started running as fast as she could, screaming for somebody, anybody to come help her, her screams slowly disappearing into the night. The town sent out a search group to find Joanna. She was nowhere to be seen. It was then when the tales of sighting started circulating around the town about a woman dressed in white that would stand by the side of the road and look out for passing cars. In so many sharp turns, it was tough to stop in the middle of the road long enough for her to get in had Some tried wanted to have her quietly get into the car to disappear. For those who don't stop for her, she has another trick up her sleeve. She appears in your back seat. It didn't take long for people to begin to connect the dots. Joanna had gone missing. Her ghosts still haunts the roads and the clinics around the area looking for someone to help. Witnesses claimed to see her still standing there searching. The story of the ghost nurse came with its own set of theories. So I'm saying that she was abducted by those who practiced satanic ceremonies. I learned about these ghost stories later in life, but I was not new to the Ramoosa or what it was. Growing up. My mom used to tell everyone that she was afraid of that road, and with good reason too. We would gather our things, and, by the way, this is from my actual experiences, my mom would time everything so that we would cross that winding stretch of road during the day, and I'll tell you it was bizarre. Cars, buses and trucks would be visible at the bottom of those hills, stuck and between the rocks. Mainly the frames of the cars would be visible, but they were not uncommon. I don't know if they removed or remained of those cars today, but for an eight or nine year old me, the sightings were beyond anything I had ever seen. I remember thinking people had been inside those cars, and somehow I knew that the area was not a simple dump for old cars that people didn't want anymore. The bus would sway and tilt to the sides as we navigated through those curvy roads, afraid of the force of the wind caused by the cars passing in the opposite direction. Just one distraction away from pushing us off the road. It was just a road back then, one with gravesite of metal and tires. But the times that we traveled that night, it was nothing but darkness, just headlights in front of us, nothing but the other worldly hills behind the car. There are some more ghost story that surround the area, and I started finding out about them as I got older. I found some of them. They're coming up right after this. A trucker named Diego Guerrero used to drive along that road many years ago. One evening, he had gotten the news at his child The boy was sick and he was still a distance away in Mexicali. Worried, he got on his truck and started making his way toward his hometown, but the sun was setting and he soon realized that he would be taking the road by night. In his desperation, he zoned in on the road ahead, turned on the headlights, and started reaching speeds that he knew were risky, at least for those twists and turns, but he needed to be in Mehikaili as soon as possible. It was then when he reached a turn where he started to lose control of the truck, but it was the force of those strong whispering winds that made him tumble out of the road and into the sharp rocks below. When he came to he climbed out of the truck and back on the road to walk the rest of the way if he needed to, only on to the picture of his family that he kept on the dashboard, an envelope with cash on his other hand, and so he made it to the top, weak by this time, as he tried to get a car to stop to pick him up, but nobody would see him. But a trucker actually stopped next to him. Diego went up to the door and told him to please take the cash at he's carrying to his wife in Mehikli, giving the driver the address and that it's urgent. The thing is Diego Guerreroro is not alive anymore. Truckers have claimed to see him and to have arrived to the destination he's desperately trying to get to to find nothing there, just to run down area once busy thirty years ago. They say that he appeared on the anniversary of his death, but others claim that his urgency makes him appear way more often than that, though some of the legends are simply that stories that have been passed down for years. I'm always amazed by the tales that come from historians, and I picked out some of the creepiest ones. Alfredo Choa, a historian from Baja California, set in an interview with a new site Eluni versal that during the cold of night, sometimes you can see more of the dark hills thanks to the full moon. You can also see an old woman trying to hitch a ride. After she gets in and a few kilometers later you realize that she's no longer there. Along that highway there's a sharp curve that's known as La ra Lura, translating to the Horseshoe, where the story of a ghost soldier is well known. Truckers and those who are obligated to travel by night to have seen that. As they're climbing up towards the horse Shoe towards the Kate, they see the soldier standing on the side of the road looking directly at them. As a truck's engine pulls a heavy machine up the hill, they see the ghost soldier climb onto the truck and accompanies them until they finish passing through the dangerous curves. I'll tell you another story that really stuck with me when i've read it. It has been said to happen often. You're driving down the road, focus on the next few yards in front of you, making sure to stay away from the edge of those steep drops. Suddenly you see a glowing figure in front of you. Confuse and a bit startled, you notice that it moves like two bright yellow flashlights, moving up and down. It doesn't take long for you to spot what it is, but unfortunately it's too late. It's a young man on a bicycle who was suddenly shoved into the middle of the road. You see him clearly, You see him far too late. Their car strikes his body. You pulled overin look around, but there's no one there. Still startled in your heart racing, you get back in the car to begin to process the whole thing. You eventually convince yourself that you simply imagined it, and so you start the car again and keep driving, coming up to another stretch of road with the twists and turns, when suddenly see the same lights again down as you get closer to them, they are the reflective lights of the pedals. As you begin to get closer to the cyclists and to pass them up, you realize that this was the exact same young man that you passed earlier. The area of La ru Morosa looks like you're in another planet, and it's a common spot for those who study rocks or other geological formations. In fact, there are archaeological zones like Elbajacito, which means the little valley, where there are ancient markings to label the upcoming winter solstice. The desert there also has camping grounds and lookout points to see condors, mountain lions, and other wildlife. You can also stop by the Campo Alaska, which was a mental asylum and a hospital that house tuberculosis patients. Today it's a museum with photographs about the road's construction. Through the entire episode, I didn't mention one of the most haunting aspects of the place its name. You see, the twisting roads are all surrounded by those rock formations and hills, which causes sudden gusts of wind. Natra Morosa has a meaning that can be derived from it rumor, like literally a rumor, but it can also be interpreted as voices or noises, and it's no surprise for the many accidents reported even to this day that the voices of those who passed are still out there whispering telling you their stories through the wind. This episode of A Dark Memory was written by me Edwin Kovarubias as a remastered version of an old shorter episode, What state do you live in? Are there any haunted places there? Let me know by writing to me at hello at a Dark Memory dot com, or by finding me on social media at Edwin Cove. That's E. D w nCoV. Now next you you check out my other more conversational show called Scary Mystery Surprise, where my co hosts Michelle and I talk and laugh about some creepy topics that we find around the Internet. Find it on your podcast player by searching for Scary Mystery Surprise. Thank you very much for listening. See as soon