(Vanishing Hitchhikers/La Llorona)
One of the Things that Make Me Happy to be a Girl
The aforementioned terms that title this Monster Wednesday [now Thursday, sorry! :/] post are often used to identify a certain stereotype of tortured souls.

[Lets pause and get our facts straight here: The woman murdered her own kids, in cold blood, and we're supposed to let her go around scaring people to death? Someone find out where her remains lay, then salt and burn the b%$^#!]
Not
just anyone can hear her cries though, they are like a warning or a
foreshadowing for mishap. Her presence is an omen for tragedy,
sickness and in extreme cases, even death.

So if you are able to hear her wails, break out the candles and holy-whatevers that you have [supposedly, it is possible to make her keep her distance by brandishing a silver crucifix] and start praying like tomorrow never comes, because maybe... just maybe... it won't.
Now,
don't start panicking every time you hear your neighbor's dog bark or
howl tonight, it might just be a cat.
Witnesses
have often described the spectral appearances as, “the floating
shape of a woman”, garbed in a tattered white dress. Sometimes
without a clear face or feet, as if she aimlessly wandered the world,
but couldn't come into actual contact with it.

She appeared beautiful to them [them = those that stopped to pick her up]. She would ask them to take her home, promising to repay them when they got there, but she'd disappear just as they reached their destination. Some of the men dared to call on the house that she'd pointed out, only to find out that the girl they described had been dead for years.

[There
in lies the tricky part, because she presents herself in such an
alluring way for men. Maybe if she stood there looking like an
overweight, middle-aged housewife in a bathrobe, fluffy slippers and
rollers they wouldn't stop. But she shows herself as a beautiful
maiden and the suckers fall for it every single time.]
They'd
be all like, “Ooh!”, and
she'd be there waiting and thinking,
“Hehehe, you're so screwed...”.


Now, the others that chose not to stop and aid her, got off a little easier. She merely gave them a small scare before letting them go on their way.

As soon as they went by her curve, she appeared in their backseat demanding a ride and when they looked at the rearview mirror they saw her true face, a ghastly reflection of death, before she vanished. [Some reported their wallets vanishing as well, but I don't know...]
If you noticed that I'd been using the past tense back there, that's because that road has gone through a lot of transformations in the last few years.
There
is no curve anymore, the bit of woods that made it seem hidden were
torn down and leveled. The small back-road has been paved over to
become an avenue that connects the rural area near the beach to the
urban part, bustling with tiny shopping malls and fast food restaurants,
near the center of town.
It
makes me wonder about what happened to La China, would a
reconstruction of such magnitude affect her hauntings in any way?
Maybe her spirit is now free to move as it desires and is haunting
the unsuspecting male population on the wealthier parts of our island
near the hotels and casinos.