Posted: Apr 12, 08 11:15pm
The Screaming Woman
This story was told to me by the person who experienced the events described. He swore it was the truth. Later on. I discovered there were many people who told eerily similar tales. It is a popular tale in the south western U.S. I believe this story was featured on one of the popular “ghost hunting” television programs airing on cable, but I'm not sure. I know that for years I thought it was unique, until I heard similar tales told somewhere else. The origins are Mexican-American.
“On the way home from work one night I stopped at a bar along the highway to drink a couple beers and shoot some pool. I lived far out near the edge of the desert, and this bar was about ten miles from my home.
When I left the bar, I drove home. It was late, maybe ten or eleven o'clock. Because of my hard day at work and the beers, I was sleepy and having a hard time keeping my eyes open. About halfway home I started to nod off, and opened my eyes just as my car started to leave the road. Suddenly, right in front of me appeared a woman standing in the road facing my car. She was dressed in white, sort of like a nightgown, that came all the way to the ground, and had long sleeves. I slammed on the brakes and started skidding but I couldn't stop in time. I slid right over her, but didn't hear or feel the impact.
When I came to a stop, I looked in my mirror to see if she was lying in the road, and she was in my backseat staring at me in the mirror. Her eyes were glowing a strange green color. And she screamed an awful scream, like she was being murdered. It scared me so bad that I leaned away from her, hunched over the steering wheel, and floored the accelerator. I was too scared to look back at her again. The screaming stopped.
I drove wildly, as fast as the car could go, all the way home. When I got home I ran into our trailer, stumbling, and I looked back and didn't see her. I thought maybe she was outside somewhere. I was shaking and trembling and collapsed on the floor. My mother asked me what had happened but I couldn't tell her.
The following day my mother went to get my grandmother who was a Curandera.* My grandmother said she knew what to do. She came over and covered me with a blanket, and using a broom, swept the blanket, back and forth for some time. This she said, would sweep away the evil spirits that were haunting me. By the next day I was OK, and well enough to return to work.
From then on I never stayed late at the bar again when I had to drive home by myself. I always slow down near that section of the road. I think if you drive around the woman, and not through her, she cannot get into your car and follow you home.







