"Ghost" Stories!?

this one creeped me out for years it one the is often told in new mexico

This is a story that the old ones have been telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad tale, but it lives strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who swear that it is true.
Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else.
As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren't good enough for her! "When I marry," Maria would say, "I will marry the most handsome man in the world."
And then one day, into Maria's village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn't manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild.
He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention.
If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn't even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. "That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! " he said to himself. "I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl."
And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class.
As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her.
One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn't even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street.
When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone.
The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.
But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. "Where are my children?" And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them.

 

Oh wow. That's some pretty cool folklore.

 

Ghosts are very real. And people sayimg that they can't be scientifically proven, well they have been. "The mind cannot exist witbout the body" ever hear of astral projection? You basically make a copy of your conciousness then push it out of your body. The problem with that is astral travel memories are stored in the same place that dream memories are stored, kind of like a shadow memory. So if you want to remember your astral travels, you have to strengthen your shadow memory, which is a different part of the brain and since it is barely used, it is difficult to recall memories from this part. I also heard someone mention that if the soul exist it would have to be composed of nucleotides in DNA, well there is still 5% of the human genome that is unmapped, and some scientist believe this to be the makeup of the soul. Now onto ghost stories, I have quite a few, but one in particular that is very memorable. I went to see some friends in my old town after being away for a couple years. My friend had introduced to one of his friends, a guy I had never met before, and we went skating. I noticed an older woman, about five feet tall, not fat but plump, with shoulder length light brown hair and grey streaks, plus she had dark green eyes. The thing that I picked up on most, however was that she smelled like strawberries. Later in the night we got to talking about paranormal stuff because my friends friend was interested in metaphysics (the manipulation of energy). I told him about this woman who followed him, and he seemed sceptical at first, until I started to describe her. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew this woman, and when I mentioned to scent of strawberries that came off her, he started crying. Apparently, she was his neighboor, and he told me that everyday after school, he would go to her house and she would make him strawberry shortcake. She was also the person he could go to with his problems, since his mom was never around. She had passed away about four years before this took place. The first encounter I remeber having is way more personal. Long story short, my brother's real father was killed by a drunk driver when he was one. I was about ten and my brother and I shared a room. I had to sleep on the top bunk because his asthma would act up from the dust on the vents. I awoke to a bluish light filling the room, and we I noticed the t.v. wasn't on, I hung over the side of the bed to look down. Kneeling next to my brother, running his fingers through his hair while he slept, was his father. I know it was him because my mom keeps a picture of him hung up on the wall. He looked at me and said "tell your mother I love her" and disappeared. I have several encounters, but those are the most memorable.

 

Weird experiences in my old house lead me to believe in them. Of course if the people I saw in my house, and the shadows weren't ghosts, they must've been real people, which would be much more feasible in that ghetto craphole, and honestly much scarier.

 

El Cucuy is a mysterious shape-shifting creature who’s compared to the American Boogeyman. However, unlike the Boogeyman, El Cucuy was once human. Tales tell of a strict, widowed father who lived on a ranch in Mexico. When his children misbehaved he would lock them in a dark closet for hours.

One night, when the father left to go to town, an oil lamp fell, and the house burned to the ground with the children locked inside. Upon his return he frantically rode into the smoldering wreckage. Both he and the horse were immediately swallowed whole by the area where the closet once stood!

Today, mischievous children are warned to behave or El Cucuy will come to get them. A simple, "Uy Cucuy" is enough to get the naughtiest of children to stop in their tracks.

Children ward off El Cucuy with a chant:
UY CUCUY! UY CUCUY! NO ES MUY-MUY!
SALTE! SALTE! POR DONDE ENTRASTE!

Translation: (Uy Cucuy! Uy Cucuy! You're not so bad! Get out! Get out! By where you entered!)