This is two stories in one.
This story takes place in the beautiful country of Mexico. I was about 10 years old. My family planned to vacation to my mother's home town in Mexico. We live in Missouri and decided to drive there, so we had about a two-day commute.
Everything was just fine until we reached the border of Texas and Mexico. We noticed that my mother was asleep and it looked as though she was having a nightmare. She began screaming, "No! No! Don't touch me, leave my family alone!" Then she woke up. We asked her what happened. She said that she dreamt as we were crossing the border all of the dead souls of Mexico began to surround the car and reached their arms into the car grabbing her and the rest of us. She said there were hundreds of them and they were trying to stop us from getting in. The odd thing about this is she dreamt about being at the border when in reality, we were actually at the border. She couldn't have known this; she was sleeping. So we made it through the border and about eight hours later, we made it to her home town, Ario de Rayon, Michoacan, Mexico (town, state, and country).
I do not remember much about the visit, but I do remember the day we went for a walk through the woods. It was a normal day and me and my brother and sisters decided there was absolutely nothing to do. All of the elders got together to make lunch and we, somehow, were the only children there.
We ate lunch and decided to go on a journey through the woods. Little did we know, it was a bad idea. We walked down the dirt road until it came to a dead end. From there, we walked through the plains that lead into a wooded area. We walked about 100 feet into the woods then it began to storm out of no where. This was very odd because it was a very sunny day and there was no sign of a storm coming. We all looked at each other very confused.
Then, all of a sudden we heard a woman cry. Her cry was painful and would end with a scream. I was so frightened we all just stood there frozen and didn't say a word. The cry began to sound like it was getting closer. We just stood there waiting to see what would happen. Suddenly, my sister let out the most horrifying scream ever. The rest of us looked at her and she was staring up into the trees. We all looked to see what she was looking at. I will never forget that scream and I will never forget what I saw in the trees that day. A woman crucified about 40 feet up the tree. She looked down at us and we looked up at her. She was wearing a faded, black, torn dress. Her hair was dark and tangled. She had scars on her face and legs. She looked like a zombie.
After a few seconds of us screaming and crying, we began to sprint out of the woods. We looked back and the woman was gone, but we kept running. As soon as we hit the plains, there was no more rain. We stopped running and recollected ourselves. We didn't understand why it wasn't raining anymore and it looked like it had never rained. We walked back into the town and gathered with the elders.
They noticed right away the terror in our faces and asked us our whereabouts. We told them our story and to our surprise, they believed us. We cried as we told the story and then sat back to hear the elders' explanation. They explained that about 100 years ago there was a woman who was accused of "brujeria" (accused of being a witch).
She was murdered by the townspeople. Before her assassination, when she would walk the streets, people would often throw things at her. Some would throw crucifixes. My grandmother said that there have been people that claim to see her in the woods, but most of the reports were made by children. The raining was explained to be a sign of pain and sin. This encounter traumatized me as a child. I will never forget the sound of the woman's cries followed by lightening and thunder. I couldn't speak of this to other children in school, because no one believed me. I once told my best friend, but she laughed and said I freaked her out. After that, she never talked to me again. From there on. I never told any of my stories to the kids at school.
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