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  • Writer's pictureMay




So it’s been in a while since I dabble on writing a scary story because my life turned one of my worse nightmares into reality- my mom passed away. That’s scary enough. Still I felt the need to pen something scary for the spooky season is  upon us. As I let my creative juices marinate to write another scary short story, I thought why not share some scary stories I have witnessed. As I gather my memories I realized that I have experienced many spooky things. Am I a magnet to the supernatural? I sure have lots of stories to back that up. Who knows… but it’s intriguing. You be the judge, the skeptic, the believer, the adamant doubter- whatever it inspires you just go ahead and read.


Hope you get spooked.


Powerful Blender

My sisters and I used to host a Bible study in our home when we were teens. We briefly stayed home alone after everyone left as we waited for my mom to come home from work. We put everything into place, turned off the lights as we watched tv in the living room. Suddenly a loud noise from the kitchen jerked us scared. Of course my sisters pushed me to go check out the cause of the noise. I slowly went to the kitchen with my sisters behind me. The blender was the culprit, it was going on like someone had pressed it. I went to turn it off and realized it wasn’t plugged into the outlet. My sisters and I screamed when we couldn’t turn it off. We called our Bible study teacher to return for she lived near. The blender eventually turned off after we said a prayer. Little did we know that night one of the visitors to our Bible study was into dark magic and had challenged our Bible study teacher on who had the greater power.


Hairy Robe Thing

I was just a kid when one of my uncles passed. Some of my family stayed sleeping over. That night was eerie enough with the sobs of the family. I fell asleep in the bottom bunk bed with one of my cousins. I woke up because I was cold but got scared when I heard shuffling on the floor. I froze and left my eyes half open thinking it was one of the adults checking in on us. It was no adult- I don’t even know if it was human. I can describe this creature as maybe a human on all fours wearing a big long brownish color robe with a hoodie. The hoodie covered a ball of matted hair were the head would be. The eyes far apart glowed fiercely. The hands or paws were boney with long claws as they scraped the floor. All the creature did was growled lowly and scooted around the floor almost with a lost pace. The creature caught my eye movement and crept towards me. I closed my eyes and started praying in my head. I felt an icy breathe on my cheek and also on my leg. It felt like forever, until my mom came in the room and took the place next to my sister in the bed across from me. The thing disappeared and I was relieved but still scared. The next morning I tried to blame the occurrence as a vivid dream until my cousin told me if I had heard or seen the scary robe thing crawling in the room.


Invisible Bang

My country has many urban legends with elaborate details used to scared people into behaving good. At least that’s what I thought until I visited my country and had an experience. Late at night we sat in the porch catching up with our family. Their corner house was enclosed with low concrete walls on the sides and the front had a slightly higher metal gate. A loud bang scared us and my dad ushered us in the house quickly thinking it was the drunk men banging on the gate to just bother or steal. He went back out with a bat to see who was banging. We saw my dad upset and he opened the gate to take a further look. When we saw it was no one, we went back on the porch. My dad said it must have been kids messing around. We thought that too until I reached over the metal gate on a chair. I saw a banged up wagon dragged by a man- well I thought it was a man but I couldn’t see features. The front metal gate moved as if someone was pounding it with full force but nothing- no one was there. My dad was on one end of the gate and my sister on the other looking at the gate banged by an invisible force as the wagon went by.


Ghostly Tune

I arrived early to my office, unlocked the door and started to click the lights on. On my way to my bosses office, I heard someone humming. I called out to check if it was the cleaning lady or another staff member but no one answered back. I stopped in the hallway half way to my boss’s office as the humming continued and I got goose bumps. My immediate response was to pray and rebuke. I gathered courage and stepped into the room to turn the light on. The humming stopped abruptly. I checked if anyone was in there and it was empty. For the rest of the work day I stayed scared and unknowingly kept humming the tune that scared me. Convinced by one of my coworkers I shared the experience with my boss. Only to find out his grandmother used to sing this old tune. He saw the situation like his grandmother continues to watch over him. I was scared, so were the others in the office. No one wanted to work late or come in early for a while in fear of encountering the ghostly tune.


So what do you believe were the causes of these experiences? Have you experienced anything weird as such? Do you believe in the supernatural? Leave a comment below!

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  • Writer's pictureMay


A year ago, my mom’s soul returned to her maker. It left a void that can’t ever be filled and a loss that can’t be understood.  Despite the darkness felt with her absence, her love still lights the way. A light like hers cannot be extinguished, forgotten, or erased. Her light still echoes and burns brightly in the lives she impacted.


Our mom was our beacon of light that lit our paths. Not only our paths but countless of others. By example she showed us what our light can do in this world. All that is required is a willing heart to care about others and be there in time of need. To feed others, provide shelter, to give words of encouragement, to be of good humor and to share God’s goodness. Her light shined brightly as a mom, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a church member, an employee, a mother in law, a grandma, an aunt, and whatever title she had. Her charisma, humor and eagerness to help made her boldly stand out.


In my earliest of childhood memories I remember my mom helping young girls by giving them a place to stay until they got settled on their own. The girls were from church and some were her coworkers. They didn’t stay long for we lived in tight quarters already but that didn’t stop my mom extending her hand to help. My mom would prepare the couch or even give up her bed many times. She was wise in the way she provided a shelter and always did it with the intention to find a solution to these homeless young girls. All those she helped, remember her as the lady that took them in and helped without asking for nothing in return.


Everyone that knew my mom, knew her skills in the kitchen. She threw it down. While her expertise was Nicaraguan cuisine she always put her own spin to those recipes and mastered new ones. I grew up watching my mom cook for church every Sunday. The proceeds of her meals will go towards helping the expenses of the church building, donations to guest speakers, or missionaries over seas. If anyone was hungry and didn’t have the money to pay, she will still feed them. Never did she turned someone away that was hungry. Every party we had, she insisted on cooking. Many requested her to cook and looked forward to eating her delicious food. It was her joy to be in the kitchen and was satisfied when compliments poured towards her cooking. Even as she got older and with shoulder pain- it didn’t stop her willingness to feed the masses.


My mom never forgot her humble roots. The family and friends she left behind in Nicaragua always had a special place in her heart. While she was not rich financially, she was wealthy with grace and resourceful to help those in need. She gathered used clothes and shoes in good condition from everyone around her willing to help to send to her country. Her notes had names of people with the amount of children they had along with clothes and shoe sizes. She collected clothes to give to those in need. This was done yearly. I still have bags of clothes that she left behind for this very purpose. The many she clothed near and far remember her for her kind thoughtfulness to make sure they were clothed.


The several monetary donations she gave to charities because she knew life was bigger than just her own. Again, she wasn’t rich but she was benevolent like she was! Every fund raiser-she was there, she supported the christian radio, she sent donations to St. Judes, supported missionaries, sowed seeds to a variety of causes, and stayed faithful to her tithes. I know that she even wanted to sponsor less fortunate children. I witnessed with little money she was the sole supporter of a single parent household of 3 girls and an elderly woman but she helped so many others! This leaves me in complete awe and admiration of how good of a steward she was with her resources.


The mercy she showed others was beyond comprehension. She was quick to forgive and quick to apologize when she was wrong. While she was opinionated at times, she always took responsibility for her words, actions and admitted her faults. The way she was available to counsel and guide those who came to her was worthy of admiration. The toughest battles I’ve faced, were because she was my guide showing faith in every chance she had. The time she invested in others, often placing her needs after others is something we will always remember and cherish.


I am honored to be the daughter and resemble the remarkable woman I called mom for 38 years. I can go on and on forever detailing her wonderfulness. The same wonderfulness that I’m sure won her many jewels in her crown in heaven. My mom shined so brightly for her 65 years on this side of heaven. That type of light is genuine and cannot fade over time. It’s a light that leaves a legacy. Her light still burns brightly within all that were fortunate to experience it. Keep shinning bright mami!


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  • Writer's pictureMay




The sun is shining

Wind moving through our hair

The flutter of her wings

Moving rapidly through the air


The kids are running

Enjoying the day

She circles around us

As we laugh and play


The lake sits still

The afternoon is warm

Her flight on the grass

Brings a sense of calm


The thunders are rolling

With summer showers

When the skies clear

She sits on our flowers


The moment is gloomy

Sadness mixing with wrath

Yet she springs forth before us

With peace in our path


The days may shine bright

Or be dark with fear

Yet some how this

Butterfly is always near


She finds her way to us

Even sits on our fingertip

We admire her closeness

Not wanting to loose her grip


She’s a magestic butterfly

With mighty wings

To see her fly daily

We dearly cling


The sight of her beauty

Is like no other

This is our butterfly

Our beloved mother

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