Years ago, I remember sitting with the adults as they spoke about a million different topics after midnight. As you all may know by my previous posts, I had a habit of sticking around and listening in on my family's conversations; especially if it involved something spooky.
Most of my parents' family still live in Mexico, and in Mexico, there's all sorts of different stories about people encountering La Muerte aka death. The story goes that if someone were to ever encounter La Muerte at any point, either they or someone in their family would die shortly after. It's a warning of what terrible things are to come. Over the years, I've heard several people tell their stories and while some may have scared me some, none have left quite the same fear in me as the encounter that one of my uncle's friends had.
My mom's brother, who we'll refer to as R was out drinking with a group of his friends late one night. They had all been having a really great night and had lost track of time playing cards and swapping crazy childhood stories. This kind of night was common for them so when it was time to go, the guys would pick whoever was sober or had the least to drink to take the others home. On this particular night, one of my uncle's other friends was the chosen one. As they exited the house, they all made a comment on how nice the weather was and how they should have played outdoors instead. They all made plans for the next gathering and then drunkenly climbed into the vehicle to begin their journeys home.
There had been several guys there and they all lived in different cities. Taking each of them home would take some time but as my uncle tells it, none of them were ever bothered by this. It just gave them some time to sober up and continue their conversations. After the majority of the guys had been dropped off, something strange happened. The weather changed completely. What had once been a clear night sky became a dark, stormy scene. It had begun to rain so hard that my uncle's friend was having trouble driving and in turn decided to pull over for a little while in order to avoid an accident. They pulled over in a dark road and waited for over half an hour but the rain only seemed to be getting worse. At this point, it was getting close to 3:00 am and my uncle R and his other friend in the back were pretty much sober but could barely keep their eyes open. They decided to just brave the storm and drive slowly to finish dropping everyone off.
As they entered another part of the city, they came to a spot that was pretty deserted. There was street lights illuminating the roads but with the rain, it all looked hazy. They continued driving and off in the distance, they began to notice a silhouette. As they got closer, they realized that there was a woman standing in the middle of the road wearing what looked to be a long, dark dress. She was holding an umbrella but her dress was soaking wet as she was standing in a pothole that had been gathering the rain. They slowly came to a stop a few yards away from her hoping she would notice them and move out of their way. She never did. They all looked at her extremely confused. "Is she on something or what? This shit isn't normal. What is she even doing out here so late." said my uncle's friend from the driver's seat. "Who knows. Maybe we should go around her. I don't think she's going to move." my uncle added. The friend driving honked at the woman thinking maybe she couldn't see them through the heavy rain, but she remained in her place. "Okay, fuck this. I'm just gonna drive around her. This bitch is crazy."
They slowly steered the car to the right as she remained standing there holding the umbrella without moving a single step. They all wanted to take a good look at the crazy woman who had been in their way, but neither my uncle nor the friend driving saw anything out of the ordinary. "Well, that was a waste of time. Stupid junkie." the driver said. My uncle agreed and then turned back to see his friend who had remained surprisingly quiet throughout the ordeal. "Hey, man. Did you fall asleep or what?" he asked his friend in the back seat. His friend was crying. "What's wrong? why are you crying, man?" my uncle R asked his friend. "I..Did you see her? Did you see that woman's face!?" he asked through his tears. "She had- she wasn't... it was death!! I don't want to die, man. Don't take me home, please!! I don't want to die!" My uncle was super confused and didn't know how to react. "What are you talking about? It was just a junkie, dude. Are you still drunk?" he asked his friend. "No. Please... Don't take me home. I saw it. I saw death. It wasn't a woman, it had no face. It was a skeleton! Please don't take me home. Can I please stay with one of you!? Please!" He begged as he grasped my uncle's sleeve in the front seat.
At this point, they had stopped a mile or so up ahead to try and calm him down. He had been crying so hard that he had trouble catching his breath. None of them had ever seen him this scared. When he finally calmed down a bit, he was able to convince my uncle to stay at his place. He didn't live too far from where the lady was seen and I guess he figured that there was strength in numbers even when it came to the paranormal. My uncle ended up staying the night and come morning, nothing had happened. His friend had made it through the night. "What was that last night, man? Do you remember what you said you saw?" my uncle asked his friend the next morning. "Yes, but I don't want to talk about it. I know what I saw." he said, "I don't feel right talking about it again. I still feel as though something may go wrong." he added. My uncle though curious, decided to respect his friend's wishes and drop the subject. They never spoke about it again.
For years his friend was paranoid about this incident and swore that something bad was going to happen to him or his family. He believed so strongly because as it turned out, he had a friend who experienced something similar and had confided in him about his experience and had passed away unexpectedly shortly after. Coincidence or not, he actually died. To this day, my uncle's friend sticks to his story and he claims that it's the single most terrifying encounter with the paranormal that he's ever had.
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