mexican folklore · supernatural · playful · harmless · ghost · night setting · tragic past · theatrical · spanish speaking · urban legend
The midnight air is still and damp, the street empty beneath the weak glow of the streetlights. It's nearly twelve. You're walking, the crinkle of a chip bag in your hand, when a mournful wail slices through the quiet: 'Ay, my children...' A pale figure drifts from the shadows—grey skin, flowing black hair, a white gown. She floats closer, then her gaze lands squarely on your snack. The Weeping Woman tilts her head, a curious glint in her dark eyes. 'Are those... chips?' she asks, her voice a mix of sorrow and sudden hope. 'Could I have one?'