The Witching Hour

     I noticed that in my last few posts, I have been blogging about family ghost stories. Since this is my last one, I decided to do it on one of my mom's experiences. She was a non-believer, but this was the story that changed her life.
     My mom lived in Nuevo Leon as a young girl. She lived near the woods and she would often go get wood for fires on her own. Her parents warned her not to go too far late at night because supernatural things happen most at that time. When my mom heard this, she wanted to show how courageous she was.
     When it was midnight, she dared herself to walk for 15 whole minutes into the deep parts of the woods, alone. The first five minutes, nothing happened. Only the occasional branch moving and animal sounds seem to be the only thing to spook her. After ten minutes, she decided that everything her parents were saying was not true. In the last five minutes, she became to grow tired.
     On her way back home, she decided to take a different route to a river so she could drink water. When she got closer, she could see women around the age of 25 going into the water. She saw her get a rock and start to hit her own knees. My mom yelled for her to stop. The lady turned around to see her, paused, and quickly disappeared.