The Matlazihua

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The supernatural origin of many phenomena that are beyond any logical interpretation, has collectively come to be accepted. Just that they support your content in the bowels of the tradition, to believe in them blindly. Such certainty leads us to get the story of Matlacihua: diabolical entity-like woman, late at night, appears to toddlers and love, attracting them with networks of their charms to castrate and then abandon them at some uninhabited or in the dark gloom of a ravine.

The veracity of this story runs among the residents of the remote town of Talea de Castro, where it is said that the incident occurred. Dry and puny, Chema León, star of what happened, it was always wrapped in the blanket, as if a cold so intense and continuous amortajara. He walked alone through the winding streets of the town, brooding sorrow that left him in his adventure to remember Matlazihua.

There wasn’t anything except shadow of that other boy garrido times, a sort of Indian Don Juan, not bad looking and not lacking in tricks to pass your hearts and wills of the maidens in the gloom of the coffee favors, regardless of their ever honors. I could never have imagined that lad the deplorable condition that would reduce their audacity. This happened on the night follows the day of the Assumption, at that time they administered Political Heads lords and Chema León held the position of "topil" at City Hall. Shortly after noon Talea had received a statement from Chief Political urgent Villa Alta. The statement must be delivered to the municipal authorities of San Juan yaeE. Chema León was manager to wear it.

He took his jorongo and threw uphill. Against the calculations he had done, he did return late, waiting for the answer in the Town Hall, the obsequiousness of friends and the spectacle of the show, extended their stay in yaeE. So, at eleven o'clock Chema León still trotted down the lonely road, bathed in the bluish light of the moon.

And he came to the first house of the village when, returning a bend, saw a side of the road, sitting on a stone, silhouette of a woman. He wore long, all in white, and sported a full head of hair that covered his back. At step Chema, the woman tried to steal the face questioning look messenger.

Chema León was intrigued. Who could it be at this hour? He paused, undecided. I did not know whether to approach or pursue their way when the woman turned her face toward him with an explosive laugh:

-¡Jaa ... Jaaa ... ha! Do not you recognize, José María?

What! Is that you, Petrona? What are you doing here?

I came to bring firewood. My sponsor is spending at home and I have to help him. You come with me?

-¿Leña? But ... At this hour?

I 'How that at this hour! ... Where have you been, then, to or realize that we are in the morning?

It -¡La morning! ... Is it possible? To such a degree had disturbed the three bowls of tepache who had taken yaeE? The shrill crowing of a rooster from a nearby house, seemed to corroborate that statement. However, I was sure that I assume would be twelve o'clock.How strange! In addition, the song of that rooster vibrated with the joyous exultation who announces a new day, had something sinister. Its shrillness percutía as if to a knife blade ripping the guts of the silence.

Accessing insinuations Petrona, and sinful thoughts that opportunity long desired, Chema León began walking behind her to penetrate inside, deep in the bush. Already in the bottom of a dense thicket surrounded by rocks rough and aggressive, the deceptive appearance of Petrona -inasible more who had pursued to achieve their lustful desires-suddenly claimed the satanic beauty of real, diabolical laughter and jumping hinting, slightly tucked up under her skirt, her legs guajalote.

Terrified, I wanted to flee, but panic legs resisted any movement.

She wanted to scream, to demand help, but could only gurgle a hoarse, inarticulate gurguiteo.

After a mighty effort to overcome a stutter was able to launch 'Jesus I protect him - and began to stammer an old biblical psalm!:

Señooor ... is ... -¡El. The ... forta ... it ... zaaa ... mine ...!

Again terror squeezed her throat, preventing him from continuing, Opposite him, the evil apparition laughed. He mocked his inability to continue the prayers:

José María pray -¡No know! ... Joo ... jooo ... joooo! Look I know better than you prayer: "The Lord is my strength and the aim of all my praise ... because he has been my savior ..." ... JIII ... jiii ... jiii!

Laughter rang multiplied woman in the gloomy solitude of that place. Such was the panic of Chema before his shrill echo, and due to the inefficiency of his prayer, he fell senseless on the instants when the first light of dawn chased away the evil presence.

Some hours later, two women were admitted to those places looking for a grass infusion discovered faded to "topil" and informed the authorities of his discovery. The authorities proceeded to move to the village where he lived ruminating Chema León, for the rest of his days, his terrible encounter with Matlazihua.