She continued to cry and search for her dead children by the riverbanks, slowly wasting away until she too eventually drowned.
She is not permitted into the afterlife until she has found every last bone of her children, and she continues to roam the earth searching in vain. Trapped between the world of the living and the spirit world, she wanders near rivers and lakes, constantly crying. She is La Llorona, the weeping woman.
The first time I heard the legend of La Llorona (LAH yoh ROH nah), I was just a kid myself. My hometown was a community of rich hispanic culture, and La Llorona was very well known.
But then I got older and realized the story is just something that parents would tell to keep their kids from wandering off alone. "Don't, or else La Llorona will come steal/kill you!"
Still, I admit that even into my teen years, we could get freaked out by the stories. Especially late at night while out in the boonies. There are a lot of boonies near my scary, superstitious hometown. It didn't help matters that there is a river that runs through town, and that the river's name is the "Purgatory River".
It is said that if, while in a quiet, dark place, you repeat "La Llorona" three times in a row, you will see her. So on occasion, in those quiet dark boonies, we'd get to talking about her. Then we'd dare ourselves to do it. Say it three times.
"La Llorona...", we'd begin quietly, "LA LLORONA...", we'd get a little braver, and finally.... "LA EDWINA!!" or anything other than that third La Llorona. Nope, never happend.
I'm even older now, though. More intelligent. More logical. More thick skinned, I could do it, I know!
"La Llorona.... LA LLORONA....
LA ENCHILADA!! LA ENCHILADA!!
Dang. So close.
Linking up with Mama Kat for the prompt:
1.) Something that scared you when you were young…are you still afraid?