Vaquero Voice

“Estaba en prepa y fuimos a misiones en un pueblito, pero llegamos a una escuela que nos iba a hospedar. En esta escuela, entonces, llegamos y lo primero que vemos es un cadáver, así de una serpiente, colgado, así en la puerta principal. Y resulta que eso era como brujería del pueblo para protección de nosotros supuestamente. Pero la verdad es que nos sacó mucho de onda y estábamos con mucho miedo y cualquier sonidito que se escuchara en la noche nos despertábamos y no pudimos dormir bien. Estuvo bastante feo eso”.

“One time I had to stay in Tennessee with a friend’s grandma, I didn’t even know her. We were driving up the mountains and it was getting late at night, the sun was going down, there were starting to get shadows in the forest and if you know the Appalachian Mountains, it’s creepy at night. … We were driving up the mountains, and we had never been there before, so when we get up there, we are in Tennessee, right, but we arrive at this Spanish-styled old house and so I am looking at it and I’m asking my mom, ‘Are you sure this is the right place? Because there’s like moss growing up the sides and vines and it looks very creepy.’ It didn’t look like anyone was there. So, we drove around to the back and there was like this old swimming pool, like, some statues and we knocked on the door and an old lady comes and she’s like, ‘Hi! I’m the grandma.’ So, everything was OK. Then, when we went to our room, the room was not inside the house. She had like an upstairs balcony-veranda-type place where the doors would connect to an outside hallway, kind of like a motel. So, we go into our room, but in our room, the theme was clowns! I kid you not. And so, hanging from the ceiling is clowns!”

“I was at my friend’s house and we were hanging out. He has a two-story house, so I was coming out of the bathroom and I was walking down the hallway. His house is a really big house, so it has two staircases, one grand staircase and then a small spiral staircase in the middle of the house. So, I was walking past the small spiral staircase and I saw a little girl standing there, like, in all white. I looked again and it was gone. So, that ruined my night for the rest of the time that I was there.”

“I remember last year I went to the Rotten Flesh Factory. It was me and my friends, we all went. Me and my other friend, we wouldn’t let go of each other. We were just covering our faces. My other friend cried and my other friend threw up and my other friend, I don’t know how, she ended up with her toe hurt. We were such scaredy cats; we were just pushing and screaming. That was the first and last time I’ll go to one.”

–Compiled by Ana Cahuiche and Gabriel Mata.