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See also:  Donald Bandy's paper on La Llorona;  a well researched and thought provoking article regarding La Llorona.

We had to go to Paul Escalera to find out the real story about La Llorona.  His family has had at least 2 encounters with the strange entity in mexico.   The words below are his own words.

The literal translation is the cry-baby but in this case it's referred to as the Weeping Woman. The story about her in a nutshell:

She was a very poor woman and thus could not afford to care for her kids, so she went door to door trying to find a home for them but no one would take them, so she took her kids down to the river and drowned them.  Well at that point she was damned to walk the earth for eternity in search of her kids and since she can't find them, she is always crying.  Usually whenever anyone has an experience with her the wind picks up and they begin to hear "Ay mis hijos" = "Oh my children".

My uncle told me a story about when he was in the service in Mexico and was doing his shift of guard duty. it was just him, his rifle and the darkness. just he went to light his cigarette the wind began to blow and he heard La Llorona woefully pass saying her words..."Ay mis hijos, ay mis hijos" once he couldn't hear the voice anymore the wind went back to normal. left all his hair standing on end and couple of hair gray on his head. the story sounds scarier when he tells it in front of a fire out in the ranch.

One night while my aunt slept she was awakened by her baby so as she went to take the baby the bottle, now keep in mind that this took place in Tala, Jalisco, a small town about an hour outside of Guadalajara where there is almost never any breeze. It's always hot as hell there, anyways, as she stood next to the baby's crib the wind began to pick up, and all of a sudden a typical still night turned into an unexpected whirlwind and just as the wind blew the most, she (my aunt) heard La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) say her words that she is known for..."Ay mis hijos...Ay mis hijos!., To say the least she was frozen when she heard the words as she knew that La Llorona was making her pass through this particular place, looking for her children... 

Here is a story that was sent in to The Strange:

I am writing this to you.  It is a story that my grandfather told me years ago and my mom has told me that her dad also told her when she was a little girl . He used to work on the railroad in Kansas many years ago when they were laying track  for the train.  When it used to snow the track used to get full of snow and they would have to shovel  the snow off the rail road tracks.

One night there was a auto accident and a whole family was killed.  They called my grandfather and all the men they could get to help in clearing the wreckage off the track.
It was a tough job and took many hours it was also very gross.  Well, later, much later, maybe next winter, they had to go to work late at night to shovel snow built up on the tracks.  It was near the intersection where the accident happened.  When the looked up they saw this lady walking down the tracks weeping, they thought this was very weird at this time of night.
(around 2:00 am or so)  They called out to her: "Are you ok miss, do you need help?"
She didn't even turn around and they started to follow her when she let out a loud scream and disappeared.  They got very shaken and quickly finished the work and left.   My grandfather believes this to be the weeping woman " LA LLORONA".   That is an old legend.  She is cursed to walk the earth crying for her children and all tragic things that happen to children or a whole family.   When he told me this story I was scared.   I was around 8 years old.   It still scares me and  I'm 35 yrs now.

My grandfather died in "1984" at age 80 .   He never told many stories but he swears this is no story but the truth.   Of course this was told in spanish ... as we are of mexican decent.   It is a story, no, lets call it an event that happened to my grandfather that I will tell my own son some day  when he is older, maybe at a campfire when I take him camping someday.  He is 5 yrs old now. 


This story was sent in by Alfredo Hernandez:

My grandfather loved to tell us ghost stories sitting outside our porch on hot summer nights in Laredo ,tex. One story he told us he swore was true because it has happened to him. He told us about one day when he was young and was walking home around midnight one night . He was coming  from spending the evening with some friends across in Nvo.  Laredo and
hewas alone.  He was walking across the bridge  over the creek that separated east from west Laredo.  He suddenly saw this beautiful women dressed in white walking along the bank . He called out to her and went down to her .  He kept calling her but she never answered.  She kept walking straight at him, her eyes looked straight through him.   He felt this cold air and a chill went through his body as he felt her go right through him, and he heard her say "Ay mis hijos" as she floated away, and he knew it was La Llorona. My grand father is no longer alive, but I often remember him and the stories he used to tell us .

He loved to tell "ghost" stories, by the way , his stories were also told in spanish;  he was a native Texan.  His ancestors were original spanish settlers. He was one of the last cowboys.



This letter came in from Jose:

When I was a little kid my mom used to tell me stories of things that
happened to my grandmother. My Grandma used to see spirits, hear voices,
etc. I rememeber my mother telling me
a true story on how my grandmother saw and heard La Llorona. This happened
many years ago when my grandmother was still alive. She used to live near a
lake in Nicaragua. One night, she went down to the lake to walk around cause
she couldnt sleep. Well she knew there was no one around but suddenly she
started hearing screams, cries, it sounded like a woman in need, crying out
for help. She was screaming "mis hijos", "donde estan mis hijitos", "ay mis
hijos" This freaked the hell out of her. When she turned around looking from
where the voice was coming, she saw a woman with very long hair, dressed on
a dirty white long gown coming towards
her, "walking" but it looked more like she was floating a few inches from
the ground. My gradmother just ran up to the house and she didnt even looked
back. That was the last time she ever went to the lake alone at night.

Let me know if you have any stories regarding La Llorona.  Mailto: webmaster@thestrangedotcom.com



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