Hey hey, so I am submitting a story my godfather used to tell me when I was little. I memorized it because I would ask him to retell the tale numerous times; I love the feeling of controlled fear! I will tell it as if I was my uncle because it's his story:
In Mexico there is a legend of a woman in a white dress. This woman is often seen in rural areas and associated with tragedy. I was unsure if what I was encountering was La Llorona, or in English the Weeping Woman, or if this was a completely different entity with a story of her own.
It was late one night, way past midnight and my wife were sleeping when we were suddenly awaken by 3 loud bangs on our door. I wake up in a haste and yell, "who is it??" through the closed door.
I stood there for a couple of seconds before slowly turning away and walking back to my room. Just as I am walking away there are three loud bangs on the door, as if whoever was banging on the door was doing it with desperation. Maybe even rage...Frustrated I yell through the door once more, "WHO IS IT?!" A voice on the other side answers slowly but her voice seemed to mask a devilish grin.
I could hear her smile through her voice. "Sir, could you spare a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke, please leave", I said.
There was silence once more. I head back to my room and go back to sleep.
About an hour or so after the occurrence the same loud banging wakes me up. I run back to the door and ask, "Who is it?" It's about 3 am by now. The same voice answers, "Good evening sir, could you spare a cigarette?" By now I knew it was not a woman on the other side but something else....something not of this world.
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE CIGARETTES!"
Once again silence...by now my wife comes behind me, a look of concern washes over her face.
"What's wrong honey?"
"I don't know, there's someone outside knocking. They keep coming back."
BANG BANG BANG!!
Again the horrid banging continues, this time before I could say anything the woman on the other side continues, "Sir, may I have a cigarette?" My wife began to pray and I yelled through the door, "LEAVE US ALONE YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHOEVER YOU ARE YOU'RE NOT WELCOMED IN THIS HOME, LEAVE!" I could hear footsteps leaving the front steps. Whoever it was was wearing heels and i could hear the heels walking away.
I run up to our terrace to see if I could get a glimpse of her. To see if there was anything even there. I could see her, she was already more than 50 yards out and in heels. I saw the woman in white.
But I could hear the echo of her heels as if they were right next to me.
(SCARY INTERNET STORIES EPISODE)