1: the weeping woman

the weeping woman turned into the vagabond spirit of a woman who carries a child in the square, alludes to her name because she wanders crying on the roads. It is said that he never sees his face and cries of shame and regret for what he did to his family.

Those who have seen him say that she is a muddled and muddy woman, red eyes, dirty and frayed dresses. He carries in his arms a package as a newborn child. It does not hurt people, but their complaints and screams terrorize screaming at their son.

The apparitions take place in solitary places, from eight in the evening until five in the morning. Their favorite sites are the gorges, lagoons and deep puddles, where you hear the plague and the pitiful woes. It appears to the unfaithful men, to the perverse ones, to the drunkards, to the players and in short, to all being that goes around plotting evils.

Tradition says that the weeping woman demands from people help to carry the child; when he receives it, he gets rid of the punishment by becoming the weeper the person who has received it. Other eversions say that it is the spirit of a woman who killed the mother out of jealousy and set fire to the house with her mother inside, receiving from her, at the moment of agonizing the curse that condemned her: "You will walk without God and without saint Mary, persecuting men on the roads of the plain. "

During the civil war, was established in the Villa of thePalmas or Purification, a General Command, where people from different parts of the country gathered.

One of his captains, of not very recommendable conduct and who found in the war an amusing adventure to vent his past as an assault and crime, settled with his wife in this town, which he soon left to continue fighting.

Her grieving and abandoned wife devoted herself to the dressmaking so as not to starve herself while her husband returned and ended the war.

As time went by people circulated the news of the death of the captain and the poor lady kept a rigorous mourning until she was presented with a soldier who was part of the battalion of recruits who came from the capital to the south, but due to special circumstances , I had to delay in that location for a few weeks.

The widow convinced of the assertions about the death of her husband, believed that in that new love he was a lenient for his grief, he accepted the young man and he became intimate with him.

The days of passionate madness passed quickly and again the seamstress was savoring abandonment, loneliness, poverty and sipping tears for the absence of her beloved.

That adventurer left indelible marks on the troubled woman, because a few days later she felt the fruit of her love throb in her insides.

The time passed without hearing of his beloved. The longing became tender to see that they met the nine moons of his pregnancy.

A battalion of combatants was returning from the south on the same day that the seamstress gave birth to a skinny, pale child. That silent and poor cartridge was happy with the weeping of the little one.

At dusk that same day, a neighbor friend came running to her house, informing her that her husband, the captain, had not died, because without fear of being wrong, he had just seen him among the troop corps that was arriving at the camp.

In such an importunate moment, that news was like to faint, not because of the case that a few hours before he had endured, as by the physical exhaustion in which he was. Thousands of thoughts flowed into his feverish mind. She rose resolutely from her bed. He put a frayed robe on his shoulders, took the newborn, wrapped him well, grabbed him tightly against his chest believing that he would be snatched and without closing the door he left the hut, running with difficulty. He walked along the dark path bordered by a shrub and protected by the black cloak of the night.

Thick raindrops began to fall, it was still running, the thunderclouds were denser, the tempest unleashed with more fury. The lights from the lightning illuminated the way. Nature shook with death throes. The insane cried. The streams grew, they overflowed. At the end of the trail he found the first stream, but the woman could not see. He entered the impetuous current that quickly overwhelmed her. The waters bellowed. In its loud roars, the lament of a woman seemed to be felt.