One night it just like any other night I lived in a trailer with my mom and dad. Though the tales vary from source to source, the one common thread is that she is the spirit is of a doomed mother who drowned her children and now spends eternity searching for them in rivers and lakes. No one really knows when the legend of La Llorona began or, from where it originated. Wearing a white gown, she roams the rivers and creeks, wailing into the night and searching for children to drag, screaming to a watery grave. The tall, thin spirit is said to be blessed with natural beauty and long flowing black hair. The legend of La Llorona (pronounced “LAH yoh ROH nah”), Spanish for the Weeping Woman, has been a part of Hispanic culture in the southwest since the days of the conquistadores.
One legend popular is the legend of the “Weeping Woman” aka La Llorona.
Many Hispanic families have stories of the paranormal. The culture is rich in folklore and religious beliefs. I have lived my whole life in El Paso, Texas. “This happened to me when I was about 11 years old. They passed it and headed towards some trees… Please let me know if you wanna read more stories like these… I’ll be glad to write some more.” – u/dreams562 She states it was the llorona or the weeping woman because she was walking by the river. She said she felt as if she was running slow and wasn’t getting away fast enough… These stories always gave me the chills but have always been facinating. So she starts following this woman calling out for her thinking its her friend… She followed her by the river and then kept calling out for her but no answer… It starts getting creepy when this woman is going towards these trees away and away and my grandmother started catching up but as she was getting closer to her she started to feel what she says her shoulders were big her head felt big and she couldnt move anymore… She was close enough to see this womans face that was covered by a veil and she said the woman face was a skull… My grandma somehow came out of her shock and ran and fast as she could. She sees this woman from far away all in white and my grandma says it looked just like her friend. My grandma was waiting for her friend where they had agreed to meet which happened to be near a little river/creek. My grandma one day was suppose to meet up with a friend to go to another friends wake( back then people would stay all night mourning at the wake with the deseased). “So this is one of the many stories my mother has passed down to my siblings and i when we were very young im gonna say i was about 9-10 years old and they took place in central america, El salvador to be precise. #WyrdWednesday /9N4xXfaMLO- Stories That Made Us October 14, 2020 Unable to enter the afterlife without her children, she roams, searching for them to date. Tales say that Maria found her husband with another woman, & in a fit of anger drowned her children & herself. La Llorona, the weeping woman roams in search of her children.