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something

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ElViejodelSaco
Javier
accordingtoSpanishlegendelviejodelsacostartedoffasaregular
mancalled
FranciscoOrtega
hewassickwithtuberculosisatthe
beginningoftheXXthcentury.Hewasdesperatelylookingforacure
forthedisease,sohesoughthelpfroma
bruja
.

Theonlywayto
surviveistodrinkthebloodofchildren!
*Cueevillaugh
Andsohekidnappeda7yearoldboy
Bernardo
,hehithiminthe
backoftheheadandtookhiminaclothbag,thenhekilledhimhung
himupsidedownandputabucketunderhimsoallhisbloodwould
drainintothebucket.
Themandrankhisbloodsipbysiphefeltthe
needformore.Soonhewenttogetmore.Everydayhewouldgoout
totheschoolsandparkstostealmorechildrenandanykidsaway
fromtheirparentswouldgetsnatchedup
.

Hemadeitaritualtoevery
nightgooutandkillayoungboyorgirlfortheirblood.ElVejodeSaco

isknownforwalkingupanddownthestreetsatnightwithablackbag,
scoutingforchildrenwhoroamthestreetsormisbehave.
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translatedtotheevillight,the
laluzmala
legendcomesfromthe
Argentinecountryside,anditisaverybadomenthatyoudontwant
anywherenearyou.
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onereallyknowsitsform,butyoucantrytopictureitasaclusterofhasty
raysoflightfloatingintheair.
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intoit,thenyoumightseethesoulofadeceasedrelativewhoholdsonto
theirworldlysorrowsandhasntbeenabletoleavethisdimension.
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is
laluzmala
reallybadforyoursoul,butitcanbereallybadforyour
health.Theevillightistoxicandlethalgasesfromdecomposedbones.

But
somebravesoulsdaretogetclosetoitwhenthelightfallsatthefootofa
hillbecausethelegendgoesthatitspointingtowardsburiedtreasures.

NowletmetellyouthestoryofAntonito,Antonitowasonly10whenhis
motherpassedaway.Hewassosadabouthismothersdeaththatheran
awayintothewood,thesunwasalreadysettingandAntonitowasstarting
togetmoreandmorefrighten.

Themorethesunsettedthemorehewas
shakenhewasregrettinghismistakeaboutrunningawayuntilhesawa
powerfullightupthehill,curioushedecidetogoupthehill.Themorehe
gotupthebrighteritgot,untilhefinallymadetothetop.
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tothetherewasnothingtherejustabrightlightfloatingintheair,helooked
atitclosely,hethenrealizedinthemiddleofthelightwashismother,
whoseskinstartedslowlymelting,sheshoutinHelp!Antonitoran
towardsthelightshouting
Mom!MOM!Hestartedcoughingandgetting
moreandmoredizy,hismomnowonlybonesscreamed
Run!
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toolate.Antonitocouldntbreathhecollapsedtothefloor,hefaintedand
thenhedied,sorememberthatifyouseeaballoflightRUN.
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There once was a beautiful young lady named Maria.

She had lots of beauty and pride, she wouldnt even talk to the boys in her
home town. Maria would say,
"I will marry the most handsome man in the
world."

And then one day

,
the man of Maria's dream rode into her village. He was a
dashing young ranchero, and very very rich. He was great at riding; always
riding wild horses.
He would play his guitar and Maria knew she wanted him. She knew just the
tricks to win his attention.

So Maria being the cunning young women she pretended not to like the
ranchero and whenever he brought her gifts she would give them back.
This made the handsome man want her more!
And everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, they were
married. At first, things were fine. They had three children and they seemed
like a happy family together.
But after a few years, the ranchero went back
to the wildlife . He would leave and be gone for months at a time. When he
returned home, it was only to visit his kids He didn't care for Maria
anymore, he started to love other woman. S
he became very angry with the

ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid
attention to them, but not her.
One evening, Maria was walking with her two children on the pathway near
the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. And in the 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.

Marai filled with rage 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.
After the death of Maria villages heard crying by the river.
It was not the

wind, it was La Llorona.

"Where are my children?"

On many dark nights

they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children.
And so they no

longer spoke of her as Maria. but La Llorona, the weeping woman. So I warn
you children to never go out in the dark, for, La Llorona will snatch you and
never return you.