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
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