This poem is about one of the creepy stories my mom told me from her youth. She told me she and her older brothers were in their room when her brother Larry (may he rest in peace) was looking out the window and saw their brother Martin. Larry then proceeded to ask Martin what he was doing outside but Martin, who was sitting on the bed, fixing a radio responded “what are you talking about?” All of my mom’s brothers looked outside to see a Martin lookalike but only with sharp teeth and soulless eyes. It was compared to a “duende.”
There you are
Close not far
To come alive next to me
I had no clue
‘Til I looked at you
An inanimate object come alive
I was lucky to survive
The fear I felt
When I was dealt
Your loathsome stare
I could hardly bare
Knowing you were in the yard
And there was someone I had to guard
She is who I protected
When it was you I detected
When I went to check again
It was like you weren’t there, my friend
I lit my flashlight down the row
And saw a malevolent scarecrow
I don’t know what you truly were
But you shouldn’t be alive, we concur
No one believed me initially
But you were a reality
I’m glad you are gone
Because you’re the type to cause wrong
You aren’t welcomed here
So stay far away, not near
This poem is based on a story my mom told me when she was in her youth. It was night time when she said one of her brother’s friends was outside with my Nana hanging clothes on the clothing line. What had happened was he was playing around with the flashlight and when he lit up one of the poles, there was a scarecrow hanging at the end and looked up at him. They didn’t have a scarecrow in the yard; my mom told me she heard the friend scream and he was legitimately scared. So, I typed up this poem from his point of view based on what my mom told me.
I’ve never encountered one, thankfully but my Nana said she had back in the day during her youth so this would be back in the 1950’s. I plan on drawing one and telling her story the best I can; she’s not physically with us anymore so I’ll go off of memory. Be on the lookout for my drawing of La Lechuza.
I wake up in the middle of the night
Frightened, With the feeling of unease
I’m in total darkness waiting to see light
Because this fear is like a disease.
Going back to sleep is what I’m afraid to do
Because that is where I saw the scare;
It was running towards me but then it flew.
I couldn’t move, shocked instead and stood in it’s glare.
At that point I knew I was done
For the creature was right before me.
I stood there in shock, I couldn’t just run
And I knew this would end terribly.
But then I snapped out of it
Because this couldn’t be the end
I couldn’t just quit
And succumb to my evil “friend.”
That is the moment I awoke
But it felt so real
Why would my mind play such a cruel joke?
The mind is like it’s own world, so surreal.
I didn’t really dream this but I did have a creepy dream and woke up feeling scared. I guess you can say it was inspired by the fear I had waking up and the gargoyles my friends have told me they’ve spotted on the reservation.
The place the workers at my job get their money for their duties is called “Satellite 123.” Only employees are allowed in that area and it’s attached to the cashier’s area (guests/ customers are allowed to go to the cashier’s, just not the satellite).
I’m sure you can imagine that there’s a lot of traffic that goes through the satellite since it’s a 24/7 establishment and there are tons of departments that make their way in and out of Satellite 123. Anyway, last April of 2017, a co-worker and I were in the satellite; I do believe we were both replenishing our banks when he asked “what’s that?”
I looked down to see those footprints. Yes, I enjoy entertaining the thought of there being things we cannot explain but I also like playing skeptic with these sorts of things. We’ve never seen them before and I tried cleaning the footprints away with an alcohol wipe but it didn’t go away. There were a few other partial footprints in that room, almost as if the person/thing the footprints belong to was dancing.
I wasn’t able to get more pictures of all the foot action; in fact, this isn’t my picture that I took, it is a superior’s image. Employees aren’t allowed to have their phone on them during work hours except for superiors being the exception.
Now, one can wonder a few things about those footprints. 1) Why are there bare feet prints when employees are dressed at all times? And 2) why won’t they go away? It is a small room but it must have like 15 cameras in there (not an exaggeration, since that’s where the money is at) surely one of those cameras would’ve caught an employee being barefoot in there yet no one’s heard of an employee being barefoot. And even then, it still didn’t answer why they won’t go away.
My place of work is notorious for having creepy stories as I’m sure you read the blog I typed up about the “Chonies” the other day. Hmm, I guess we’ll never know how those footprints got there.
Every region had their Urban legends. I have yet to see anything but I hear stories from family and friends.
This one in particular is about a short, hairy, black humanoid creature who’s been described as a black Cousin It or almost like a little gorilla called a “Chonie.” There are variations of how these chonie creatures are manifested; I’ve heard that they’re sent out to you if someone who has ill will to you sends them and I’ve heard that if you find a sack with straw or hair and other miscellaneous stuff in it, don’t pick it up because you’ll then “own” a chonie. Another thing I was told about these creatures is that if you’re walking in the dark and hear a whistle, don’t whistle back because they’ll take you God knows where.
I’m sure we’ve established that these are some pretty weird and creepy mother effers. I have yet to see one but I’ve got plenty of buddies who’ve seen some. In case you’re wondering where they’ve originated, well, these stories come from my friends of the Pascua Yaqui tribe.
I have a semi experience with them.. back on May 27, 2017. So, the place I work (which I won’t mention but if you do enough research to figure it out, good for you) is a 24/7 establishment with the exception of a few days out of the year so the tribe can practice their traditions; that year, I was working day shift with the hours being 6AM-2PM on that day. I’m in the building and I get quite a surprise from the security guard at the front entrance and a custodian who had got done wiping and cleaning the doors and windows. They had pointed out what appeared to be small hand smudges on the door just below the door handle. There couldn’t have been a child since anyone under 21 years of age isn’t allowed inside and it was barely just after 6 in the morning. Chonie, maybe?
IDK but I like playing skeptic with these kinds of things. Maybe the smudges were in the door from hours earlier when the restaurant was open (the only exception for a child to enter is if accompanied by someone aged 21+ and on their way to a restaurant) and the custodian didn’t notice them. Or maybe it was one of those godforsaken hairy creatures that everyone should avoid.
I took a picture of the door; I’ll let you be the judge.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention you can “get” one to do your evil biddings like IDK go after an ex, your douchebag teacher, or maybe even your hard ass boss, IDK but if you choose to make one go after anyone, they get super clingy from what I’ve been told. If you don’t pay attention to them, they can go after your pets or people you love because they wanna be your world. Sure, you may “get back” at someone who’s done you wrong with a chonie but it might backfire on you and they go after your loved ones because they feel neglected by you, not a very good deal in my opinion.
A Yaqui would be able to tell these kinds of stories 10 times better than I can but I hope you get the gist of what I’m saying.
#Legend #PascuaYaqui #Chonie #Stories