All of a sudden, it was gone.onto its next victim. We held onto each other with her rosary in our hands, and continued praying as loudly as we could. We cried together while praying as we heard it continue to flap around outside. My heart jumped up to my neck and I had never ran inside a place so fast. It locked eyes with me and let out a screech. It had huge, human feet with long black talons that seemed to twitch as its cold, demonic eyes stared down at its prey. Its eyes were jet black and it mostly looked like an owl, but its feet were.human. A huge snowy white owl.maybe 12 feet wide from wing tip to wing tip floating right above us. We felt the wind from its wings, and saw it just maybe 15 feet above our heads. And I'll never forget the bone rattling sound and the twisted image that scarred me for life. My friend stops praying and says we should get inside, I agree without hesitation and we start inching towards the edge of the trampoline to escape. A few minutes go by, and we hear more whistling.getting closer. She's praying in Spanish and squeezing my hand as tightly as possible. I look at my friend and she is paralized. Instead, we lay there, frozen.still looking at the sky and listening intently to the whistling coming from the distance. We spent time talking and looking at the stars until we heard.whistling.
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It was summer so we were up kinda late, maybe around 10pm.and It was a full moon. It happened the summer of 5th grade, my best friend and I were on her trampoline. I never thought those stories would one day become a reality for me.
I would get excited hearing about it around Halloween at school, it was just another scary story and would give us kids an adrenaline rush. She would also lovingly tell us my friend and I are gorditas, so we couldn't be carried away as easily.Īfter years of hearing this story in various ways from teachers, other friends parents, and in was about as stuck in my head as any old wise-tale. I can't whistle and my friend's mom knew this, so she would jokingly tell me I wouldn't have anything to worry about. If you wake up in the morning and see large scratches on your doors or windowsills it means that the Luchuza was there and is coming for you, so you must prepare yourself accordingly. If you answer it back with a whistle of your own, the Lechuza will swoop down and carry you away. It’s also been known to make a whistling sound, like a human whistling. If you see a Lechuza, you're supposed to pray for your life in Spanish and it will supposedly leave you alone. Typically, it will transform into an owl with a woman's head, or a large owl the size of a human with a few things that are.offputting. Basically in my own words, it's about a Witch or "Bruja" that can turn into a large owl. One night, she told us the story of La Mujer Lechuza. It was the one cool thing about her, and the thing I loved most about visiting their home. She wouldn't let them watch Harry Potter because it is associated with Witchcraft, they went to church three times a week, and they didn't celebrate Halloween! With all that being said, the mom loved to tell ghost stories and Mexican folklores.
She was the oldest of four girls, and their mother was very overly protective, at least in my eyes. She had the most superstitious family out of anyone I had ever met. I used to be a happy go-lucky kid with nothing to worry about, I made friends with all the neighborhood kids, and I even became best friends with a girl who lived directly behind us. I was in second grade when we moved into that house on Jackie Street, and right from the beginning I felt un-easy. When we started school, we learned quickly that the people there were.superstitious to say the least. We saw a cactus here and there, and the wildlife consisted mostly of jack rabbits, rattle snakes, and armadillos. There were hardly any trees, mostly just palm trees and shrubs. It was quite a culture shock moving from the piney woods of East Texas all the way to the flat, desert-like land of the RGV. I'm the youngest of three kids, and we all lived with our mom and step-dad in a great big red brick house. I grew up in South Texas, more widely known as The Rio Grande Valley.
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