It seems appropriate to be writing of this first spirit as snowflakes are currently swirling around my house. The cold, whiteness outside does seem magical to a Southern girl like me and I can start to understand why stories like the one I am writing about came to be. While I don't think I will be visited by any spirits in this storm (or the one that may come next weekend), this storm is setting the correct mood for this topic. Before I continue, go grab something warm to drink like coffee or hot chocolate. Yuki-Onna may be returning today and I would hate for you to freeze while you were reading this post about her.
A few weeks ago a post went viral about a woman named Amethyst Realm (yes, that is her real name) who claimed she was engaged with a spirit she met while vacationing in Australia.
I am a lover of horror movies. Especially creepy ones that deal with spirits, folklore, or urban legends. So when I found out that they are making a movie of La Llorona to be released a few days before my birthday in April, I was over the moon. You can check out the trailer here.
On November 24th, 1892, a young woman checked into the Hotel Del Coronado under the name Lottie A. Bernard. Ms. Bernard claimed to be from Detroit, Michigan. The staff at the Hotel Del Coronado stated that Ms. Bernard was a beautiful well-dressed woman who seemed reserved and ladylike in her manners. The staff also mentioned that Ms. Bernard seemed very troubled and melancholy.
When I was in the 3rd or 4th grade I was selected for an Academically Gifted class for legends and ghost stories. As a kid, this was awesome because each week I was pulled out of class to discuss local legends and ghost lore. As you already know this was right up my alley and I thank my background already established by my parents for letting me ace so high on the test that allowed me to be a part of this program.
The usual response I get when I get done telling someone about one of my adventures is "Weren't you scared to be alone?". Since I have grown up with spirits and have yet to come across that truly scared, I'm not afraid to go alone. Yes, I prefer when my husband can go with me because I either don't trust the area (humans are scary and unpredictable) or because I like having someone else experience the same thing as me. Plus I love his company. But this is one of those topics where I say "do as I say, not as I do". I know myself, my limitations, and my abilities. I trust my gut and know how to think on my feet if something happens while I am on my own. But honestly even I probably shouldn't investigate by myself.