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
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