a night with the unknown

When I was around 15 years old, my friend and I were hanging out at his brother’s house, just like we’ve done other times before.

We usually got some beers and played chess, talking and making fun of things we’ve done—just chilling.

Today was a special day in Mexico; it was December 12, a day where they celebrate the Virgin Mary or something like that.

We really didn’t care; we just knew that we could have fun, and we didn’t have to go to school that week.

Like I said, my friend and I were chilling, It was around 11 pm, a regular night—nothing creepy or weird.

Then, we heard a knock on the outer metal-fenced door of the house.

My friend and I quickly hid the beers, thinking it was his mom.

When we went to see who it was, it was a short lady just standing there.

Before we opened the door that led to the outer door, we started talking, making jokes like Who called the strippers?

and stuff like that.

So, my friend opened the door and said, Hi, how can I help you?

She replied, I’m looking for somebody.

My friend asked, Who?

All she kept saying is, I’m looking for someone.

Finally, my friend said, My mom is not here; she lives down the street.

Maybe she knows who you’re looking for.

She said, Okay, and left.

We closed the door and nervously made jokes, thinking she must be drunk or wanting my friend.

We continued drinking and playing chess for about 30 minutes.

Then, we heard a louder noise at the door, but this time it was the house door.

Quick note: the outer door was locked, and the house was fenced all around, about 7 feet tall.

There was no way she could jump that.

We went to the door and saw that it was the same lady.

Now, I don’t know what possessed my friend to open the door, but he does.

There she was, smoking and drinking some type of liquor.

Her face was weird, triangular-shaped, and she really scared me for some reason that I couldn’t explain.

My friend asked her, What do you need this time?

in a more impatient manner.

The lady responded, I’m looking for my kids; my husband took them from me, and somebody told me that I can find them here.

At this moment, I was scared shitless because of all the stories told in Mexico about La Llorona and stuff.

But then, my friend said, No, there’s no one here.

They told you wrong.

It’s just me and my friend.

At that moment, she rushed into the house, and by the time we realized what happened, she was sitting down on the couch, drinking and smoking.

At that moment, I said, Hey lady, you have to leave.

His mom would not like you being here, and she will be here soon.

But she didn’t even look at me; she only looked at my friend and then asked him, Can you take me to where my kids are?

My friend came close to me and whispered, I have an idea of how to get rid of her.

He told her, I think I know the place that you’re talking about.

Come outside with me; I’ll show you.

He started walking out, and she followed him to the outer door.

He said to her, See that house over there?

He pointed at a house far away from us, a house lit up on top of the hill.

That’s the house, he said.

At that moment, I noticed that it got weirdly dark and gusty.

She asked, Are you sure?

Because if it’s not, I will come back for you.

That’s when I told her, Yeah, that’s the house.

Again, she acted like I wasn’t even there.

She asked him, Can you just accompany me to the end of the street?

I thought to myself, he would never do something like that, but at that moment, without saying anything, he started walking with her.

I was like, The heck is going on?

They were about halfway there when I screamed at him, Where the Fuck are you going, man?

It was like he got snapped back to reality.

He ran back to the house and closed the outer door.

By the time we realized, she was standing on the other side of the door trying to open it.

I asked him, What the Fuck are you doing, man?

He said, I don’t know.

So, I told her, We already told you where they are.

Now please go before we call his mom.

She ignored me and looked directly at him, saying, If they’re not there, I will come back.

So, she left, and we went inside, nervously joking about what just happened.

The next day, we headed over to his mom’s and told her all about that strange encounter.

Of course, we left out the part where we were drinking.

But then, she told us something that still gives me the creeps.

She said, That was not a drunk lady; that was La Muerte.

That’s why she had a tequila bottle and cigarettes and a triangular face.

She was looking for souls to take.

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