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From the Desk of Decaying Phoenix: The Cry of La Llorona

“Mama, mama, mira, look what I found.” Miguel said bringing an old book with him as he ran excitedly to his mom. 

“Que mijo, what do you have there?” His mom asked looking up from the dishes. 

“It’s an old book mama, mira, it has a story about La Llorona.” He said excitedly. 

“Que? What did you say?” His mom said as the color drained from her face. 

“La Llorona, it’s this ghost that cries as she looks for the souls of her dead children, and she takes any she finds out of their house after dark. Mama do you think she’s real?” He asked as his face was buried in the book. 

“No mijo, it’s just a story, now go wash your hands, dinner is ready.” She replied as she tried to keep her son from seeing her shake.

“Awe, mama, please five more minutes.” He said pleading.

“No, now, or do I need to get the chancla?” She said lifting her foot and reaching down for her sandal. 

“Okay mama, I’m going.” 

Miguel went upstairs and washed his hands, all the while thinking about the story he had read. Soon after it was all he could think about. He looked around all over and found the origin of the story. As he looked up the names of the people involved in the tragedy, he found a picture of La Llorona in life, he couldn’t help it he had fallen in love with her picture. He had to know where she was buried, he needed to find a way to have her. Suddenly, a thought had occurred. What if the story was true? What if she really came after children? There had to be a way to bring her back without the curse. He had to try and find a way.

A few months went by and thanks to the dark web and a few occult shops he had most of what he needed, all he was missing was her body and a victim to sacrifice. It was Mexico after all, he was sure he could find a “willing” victim, even if he had to pay one. It took some time and a little more money than he had wanted to spend, but he finally found where she was buried. Soon he was flying down to find his beloved.

“Miguel, are you sure this is a school trip.” His mom asked.

“Si, mama, I told you it was coming up.” He replied half irritated. 

“Pero, why hasn’t the school sent out permission forms?”

“They did, you signed it, it was dos semanas mama, you asked me if I had the money to go.”

“Oh, si, I remember now, are you sure you still want to go mijo?”

“Si mama, I’ve been working hard for this trip. I really want to go.”

“Fine, mijo, go, have fun, don’t get in trouble.”

Having finally convinced his mom about the school trip Miguel was one step closer to reviving his beloved. The wait for the flight seemed as though it took forever, and the flight alone seemed as though it was endless. Miguel had finally landed and was soon on the hunt for his victim. The day dragged on as he sought out the perfect target. Soon he found her, an identical copy of her in life, he knew she was the perfect girl for him. He had convinced her to go with him to the graveyard his true beloved was at. When the time was right. He plunged the knife he had bought into her heart. She lay dying as he started the ritual to bring back his beloved. The magic had started to work and the corpse started to reanimate as it took the form of the dying girl.

Having brought his beloved back and filled her in the time that had passed and what she should expect. Miguel went back home and told his mother that he had met a girl on his trip and was married to her. 

“Como chingados que te casaste?” Miguel’s mom yells. 

“Mom I love this girl. I had to marry her before I lost her, she’s a once in a lifetime kind of girl.” Miguel replied defending himself as he’s getting hit by his mother with the chancla. 

“What the Hell do you even know about her?” She asked as she went for a frying pan. 

“I know all I need to know mama.” He said as he defended himself grabbing a knife on his way out of the kitchen. 

Miguel saw an opening and stabbed his mother with the knife, in a state of shock and rage, he proceeded to stab his mother multiple times, her toso, arms, and legs all had cuts. Having seen what he had done he laughed and thought about how to dispose of her corpse. He realized how much land they actually owned and started digging a grave for his mother’s corpse. Nightfell and he dragged the body out and dropped it, it landed at the bottom with a soft thud, he proceeded to spend the next couple of hours filling the hole up. After having taken a shower Miguel went to his beloved and held her. He finally had the woman he wanted, she was gorgeous. She had brown hair down to the middle of her back, light brown eyes, light skin that shone like the afternoon sun, and the thing he loved most about her, her curves, her hips were right for raising a family.

“Well my dear, now that my mother is out of the way we can be together.” Miguel said as his head lay in his lovers breasts. 

“Si, mi amor, but what will we do now?” She asked stroking his hair.

“Well I own the company now, so we don’t have to worry about money, we can stay home and just love each other.”

“That would be great mi amor.” She said walking to the bed. 

Having finally attained everything he ever wanted he was happy. The years went on and Miguel and his love were happy, happy, that is, until Miguel started to notice his beloved’s ageing, her hair wasn’t as vibrant as it had once been, her eyes had lost that twinkle to them, her face was starting to show wrinkles. Soon Miguel found himself looking at younger women while on his walks around town. His beloved started to notice this and soon grew depressed, was she to be abandoned a second time in a second life? She wouldn’t stand for it. She took matters into her own hands, if she couldn’t have her husband, then no one would. Standing on the roof of their now broken home she decided she would get him back the one way she could. She saw Miguel in the thralls of lust with a younger prettier woman, she jumped and yelled his name, cursing him as she kissed the ground, her neck snapped back killing her instantly. Miguel ran out to find the horrific scene that lay before him. His once beloved wife, dead. He thought this was great, no divorce, no alimony. He had won once again. Over the next few days he acted as a distraught husband should, her body was laid to rest in a very flashy ceremony.

A few weeks went by and children started to disappear at night. The rumors started, as they always did in small towns. After almost forty years she was back, but there was no truth to this rumor, no one had heard the cry as before, there hadn’t been a single sighting down any roads leading to water. Perhaps it was the drug lords forcefully recruiting children into their organization. Theories were passed around back and forth. Children were no longer allowed outside after dark.. However when the children were taken off the streets, the adults started to go missing. One person had survived the attack and went to the plaza. 

“You have to hear me. She’s back.” The man crazed with fear said. “La Llorona is back. She appeared to me as a gorgeous woman, but as she got closer, I started to see what she was, I ran to the nearest church and hid out the remainder of the night.”

“Yeah right.” One man from the crowd said. “You probably imagined it all in a drunken fit. We all know La Llorona isn’t real.”

The crowd laughed at the man and shooed him off of the plaza. 

“You’ll regret not believing me.” The man cursed as he left. 

Miguel had heard of what the man had said, wanting to make sure she hadn’t come back for him he had her body dug up. The casket was empty Miguel’s name had been carved into the inside. At this sight he hired a personal bodyguard not telling him exactly what he needed protecting from. 

Over the next weeks more people disappeared. Soon Miguel could hear her. 

“Miguel, you betrayed me. I will get you.” 

The crys got closer every day. Soon Miguel wasn’t sleeping, he was jumpy at the slightest thing. La Llorona was no longer just interested in children. Anyone she found outside after dark was hers. Eventually, she caught up to her former lover.

“Miguel, I’m home.” She cried as she entered her former home.

The house was quiet, the only sound was La Llorona walking looking for her former husband. 

“Miguel! Miguel! Miguel!” She cried over and over. “Come out, I’ve missed you.”

Miguel hid as quietly as he could a new gun in his hand, thinking that would stop her. Surely she had  to still be alive, maybe all of those people left the town. She had found the room he was in. He stayed as quiet and still as the grave. Soon she ripped the door of the closet open. Miguel started shooting emptying his clip into the thing before him. She felt nothing and grabbed him. 

“Miguel, you betrayed me, now, you must pay the price.” She said as she dragged her former husband to the balcony. “I died because I loved you. Now I’ll kill you, because I love you.”

She slowly lifted him over the rail and held him looking into his eyes.

“Miguel, mi amor. We promised until death do us part. Well, death, did do us part, now in death we will be together.” She said letting go of her former husband. 

The last thing Miguel saw was a black wedding gown, with a veil to match, the wind blew just enough for him to see the decayed face of his once beautiful bride. Miguel was found in the morning, dead, police had ruled it a suicide. Having gotten her revenge, and her curse partially broken, La Llorona now roams all over her cry can be heard for miles around warning all that she is near. 

“Ay mi marido, ay mis hijos.” She cries in both pain and joy. 

Those lucky to only hear her cry claim to feel a knife piercing chill thru their body, and the house shake. However, what has become of those that have had the misfortune to come across her? Well the rumors are that the children are drowned, and the adults well you know what they say. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’, but these are only rumors after all, so next time you’re out after dark and if you hear her cry followed by a beautiful young woman, well, I’d run if I was you. 

Well my little chicks, how was that for reviving an old Mexican legend? Do be careful when out at night, and if you hear a pained cry in the distance. I do hope you’re near shelter to hide out. Sweet screams.

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