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.
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
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:
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 .
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.