There is an urban legend out there that says I have visited Mexico myself. It is only partially correct. I wouldn’t call it a visit so much as stepping across the border, looking about and then stepping right back onto U.S. soil back in 1981.
It occurred on the border towns of Columbus, New Mexico and Palomas, Mexico and lasted less than 30 seconds. I haven’t been back since and have no plans to visit ever again. Especially after reading about these urban legends in Mexico.
The Crying Woman
La Llorona or “The Crying Woman” was faced with a choice. Her children or the man she loved.
She chose the man and drowned her children so she could be with him. Only, he rejected her afterward – after the children were dead of course. So she killed herself. Her story has even been made into a movie.
But apparently, she hasn’t managed to rejoin her children in death. Legend says she wanders about the streets of Mexico crying over her lost children. You probably shouldn’t allow your own children to wander off or misbehave. La Llorona has been known to wander off with those children from time to time.
The Witch Owl
La Lechuza, or “The Witch Owl” is a woman who transforms into an owl. She’ll perch outside your window and cry until you come out to shoo her off. Only she’ll turn the tables on you and carry you off to your doom instead.
Legend says she sold her soul to Satan in exchange for more power and has been known to change things up on occasion, appearing as an owl with a human head or an older woman with an owl’s head.
Carriage of Witches
So you are a guy and find yourself strolling the streets of Mexico City all by yourself. Suddenly, a red car filled with beautiful women pulls up and offers you a ride. In more ways than one.
“What could possibly go wrong?” you say as you hop in.
Well for one thing, its been nice knowing you. Because you just climbed into the Carriage of Witches and in just a few short hours your body will be found on the side of the road. It will be covered with brands of ritualistic symbols too.
“Say no to red, unless you want to be dead.” Words to live by, gentlemen. At least in Mexico City.