The Weeping woman

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" Surely, you can tell me about why Mama forbade us to come here when we were kids " I told him. It was only half past two when the irredescent sunlight reflected off the flowing river. I threw a pebble into the river.

" You really don't remember, do you? "

" Am I supposed to? "

 Alfonso looked down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact. What struck me was how secretive he was, and it hurt me. Being Brothers, I'm used to telling him everything regarding my life, with the price of him not telling me about his own.

" You've forgotten about La llorona " He muffled out, his voice barely a whisper.

" La llorona? " 

It was truly puzzling. La llorona was Spanish for ' The weeping woman '. However, I didn't quite understand what this had to do with the river.

" You've forgotten about the stories too, haven't you? "

" I think so "

My Brother sighed as he picked up a pebble and skipped it across the river 

" It's really a tragic Urban Legend " 

" Are you going to tell me? "

My Brother paused. He averted his gaze from the ground and gazed up into the trees.

" I'll tell you all I know. The stories tell of a beautiful woman named Maria who married a wealthy visitor and bore him two children. After a while, the man, who is a typical womaniser began ignoring Maria and paying more attention to his kids " 

" So , what has this got to do with the river?" I asked skeptically 

" Just wait, Diego. So the man would leave for long periods of time and when he came to visit home, he would ignore Maria and lavish his attention on his two children. It wasn't until Maria and her children were walking along a river one night, and a carriage passed them. Inside the carriage was...can you guess?" 

" Her lover?"

"Yes, with another woman"

" That really is barbaric, Alfonso"

" This isn't even the barbaric part yet! The carriage halted and the man focused his attention on his two children and rebuffed Maria again. In a fit of rage, when the carriage drove off, Maria grabbed her two children and threw them into the river!"

I gasped. As if to emphasise the action, Alfonso picked up two pebbles and threw them into the river, until their mass weighed them down and they slowly disappeared into the murky waters.

" When she eventually realised what she had done, she ran back into the river and reached her arms out to them, but they never emerged again"

" A few days later, Maria passed away from her grief. Around a week or a few days later, people have claimed to see her apparition roaming the banks of the river wailing ' Dondé estan mis hijos?' (Where are my children?). From then on, locals in the village address her as , not Maria, but La llorona ; The weeping woman. "

"It really is very tragic, Brother"

" So, do you remember now?"

"Well, what am I supposed to remember?"

"Oh, Brother. You should remember, after all, you were the one that saw her "

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Hey guys! Happy belated New year! Sorry if this chapter is too short, it's just that there wasn't really that much to add after that cliff hanger. Hope you're all enjoying this story.

And P.S. ' The La llorona ' urban legend is deprived from various websites such as Wikipedia, Reddit and some YouTube Documentaries. Feel free to check them out, as it is dubbed ' one of the scariest urban legends'

But all rights of this Urban Legend go to the original story teller