That shit, is what you call scary. El Cucuy is something that appears in a child's nightmares. See, la Llorona we're told it's just a myth, though we still fear it a little bit. But El Cucuy, all we knew is that it was real. Fuck the monster under your bed and your Closet Monster. El Cucuy was those two combined times 100000. Like my parents would say "Comete la comida o el cucuy te va comer" "Vete a dormir o el cucuy te va agarrar" Eat your food or el cucuy will eat you. Go to sleep or el cucuy wil get you. This is like the Mexican boogeyman. It will eat you if you disobey your parents.
When my sister was younger and she still believed, she would throw tantrums because she didn't like the food and she was (is) very picky with food. I was still a believer too, but I knew I had to do it for my sister, even if it meant that I would get dragged and eaten for insulting el cucuy. I would go outside and grab this creepy ass owl we had in our back yard and place it on the counter top, telling her that el cucuy was watching her and if she didn't eat, it would it the food and her. Then at night I would ask for forgiveness to el cucuy and tell him not to eat me for saying he was the owl figurine in our backyard.
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