La Llorona
The curse of La Llorona roam the rivers of Latin America even today
Her spirit cries and screams for her children every night for the past 100 centuries
The murder of her kids causes her pain every living and dying day
The guilt of her suicide overwhelms her entity, so even then, there is no peace
She seeks revenge, snatching other children to fill her internal void
She mercies no one
Once you her her cries, you're most likely going to die
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