La Llorona

They say La Llorona was once a mother, a beautiful woman driven mad by her husband’s betrayal. In a frenzy of grief and rage, she dragged her children into the dark river and drowned them. When the reality sank in, she waded into the same black water and never came back out. Now, her spirit stalks riverbanks and lake edges. People hear her wails long before they see her, a hollow, mournful cry calling for children who will never return. If you hear her whisper your name near the water… it’s already too late. She doesn’t just hunt children anymore.

Wendigo

Deep in the northern forests, something walks on legs too long and too thin to be human. The Algonquian peoples call it the Wendigo, a spirit born of hunger, greed, and winter’s endless cold.They say it smells of decay, that the temperature drops when it draws near. It slips into your dreams first, then into your body, hollowing you out until all that’s left is its hunger If you feel something watching you in the woods... it’s probably too late.

Mothman

The Mothman is a winged cryptid first spotted near Point Pleasant, West Virginia, in 1966. Witnesses described it as a tall, humanoid figure with glowing red eyes and a ten-foot wingspan. The sightings were followed by strange occurrences and, eventually, the collapse of the Silver Bridge in 1967, which killed 46 people.They call him a harbinger, a warning. But no one knows if he comes to save you or to watch. He’s still out there, wings folded in the dark. If you ever see him, don’t scream. Don’t run. Just… say hi. He’s shy. Or maybe he’s just waiting.