The Chupacabras Curse by Maria I live in the Pacific northwest. Since I was a child I have had to deal with what I saw at my window during an Indian summer in 1964. There are nights even now that I shut tight the shades on my windows because I know its close. My story is this: I was about four and helping my mother in the bedroom with the laundry, done earlier at the laundry mat. Being four, I really wasnt much help, but my mother was trying to keep me busy as my older brother and sisters were preparing to take their baths when the knocking started. It started at the front of the room, which faced outside to the street (the curtains were drawn on the big window as it was dark outside); it was coming from outside. I asked my mother what the knocking was and she told me it was just the wind, and with that picked up folded clothes that were to go into the dressers in my brothers room. When she left, the knocking got louder and more insistent. It had moved from the front of the house to the side of the house where there was a smaller window also with its curtain drawn. The knocking became more of a pounding and was shaking the curtain of the small window. I was alone in this room when I decided to look. It almost seemed like the curtain jumped into my hand when I reached for it and drew it back. There on the other side of the window was this face (if you can call it a face). It had huge red eyes, a snout like a dog, very large pointed ears on either side of its head, bristly hair on its skin like a pig, the skin seemed like scales, then the teeth. This thing smiled at me and showed me two rows of razor sharp teeth with incisors that crossed over the bottom and top of very thin lips which were curled at the end with its smile. One hand rested on the pane of the window, which had three fingers with long claw-like nails, and it looked at its hand as it seemed to be testing the strength of the glass then raised its other hand and motioned to me to come out (the finger crook/beckoning). I screamed once, let go of the curtain and ran out of the room into my mothers arms and passed out. My father and mother would never tell me if they believed it or not, but it was also at this time we started to pray The Rosary every night until I was 9. My parents divorced not far after we stopped. I have learned since this incident from other family members that there is supposed to be a demon that is bound to our family and the bloodline through a curse placed on one of my ancestors by a priest. Those who are part of the bloodline will see it twice in their life, the story goes, once while they are young and once again before they die. The first time is that you know its there (and if given the opportunity, the demon will take a child as part of its payment to be bound by the curse); the last to try to steal the soul before it leaves to heaven. There are many in my family that have seen this thing and many more that will not talk about it. My family is Mexican American and it is more than a myth or legend to try to scare children. I was only until I heard the stories of the Chupacabras and the description that I realized there were more than just my family and the story of the curse. I believe now that it watches and passes by to smell the blood of my family to check if its time to appear again and take advantage. Before I told any of my children of my own experience, three out of my four had already seen it. Now two of my grandchildren have. It always seems to know when to come, when you are alone and small. I dont fear my death, I fear being alone when it happens.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 10:59:07 +0000