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Scary Stories
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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
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