Mexican Vacation

My mom grew up in an orphanage. When she turned seven-teen she left. She kept on telling me that it was a great experience. What she didn't tell me was something that I found out for my self. Last year we were planning a trip to Morelia, Mexico. We decided to stay at the orphanage where my mother had been living many years ago. We stayed there for 2 weeks. At first I thought it would be the best experience of my life, but when I found out that the orphanage was built on an old cemetery where three of many ghostly objects or creatures   were buried. The first night I heard many unexplainable things but since I was half asleep I thought nothing of it trying to fall asleep. About 5 minutes later I saw the laundry room (which was right across from the room that me and my best friend were to stay for the next 2 weeks) lights starting to flicker. my door was a little opened but from the little opening I saw shadows in there. all of a sudden the door busted wide open. My friend was about to let out a bloody murder shriek but I told her to calm down. I didn't want to woman to become hostile against us. I examined her, she had no face nor feet but the obvious was that she was a woman in red. being Christian I rebuked it in the name of Jesus. It disappeared little by little. The next day my friend and I went for a little stroll on the parking lot. We saw a young woman in white. She had the same features as the woman in red only she was in white. When we saw her we turned quickly ran. These occurrences would happen often and everyday we saw ghostly figures in the night and got terrified. but on the last night we were to sleep there we stayed up all night talking to one of the orphans. he luckily spoke English and told us about a legendary ghost that cam every night to a certain stream. we wanted to go with something to remember for the rest of our lives so we snuck out and started for the river. at first we were frightened and then it stroke midnight when suddenly a woman came crying having a hostile look in her eyes coming right for us. the was some kind of car part in her hand and she was obviously very upset. we ran all the way to the orphanage and locked our self in. then the crying stopped. on our way home I told my mom. She said she was called "La Yorona" Spanish for the crying woman. It just so happened she killed her kids with a heavy car part and drowned then in the stream. they say she weeps for her children's return. She will stop at nothing to find them even  if it means death to others. We were lucky...5/26/2004