The Crying Room
Contributed by Sandra Salas
I have a story to tell you that happened to me and my sister about 7 years
ago. First of all, my family has been living here in Del Rio for
about 30 years now....they are originally from The Valley. Anyway,
the house that they moved into about 27 years ago is very old (they moved
to a different house when they first got here and lived there for about
three years). This house is said to be about 90 years old.
Our family was growing, so we needed more space and so my dad decided to
add on to the old house. He added four more bedrooms and two bathrooms
and another livingroom connecting it to the side of the old house.
Well, the new bedrooms are at the farther end of a long hall. There
are two on the left and two on the right side of the hall. My room
used to be the last one on the left. The first one on the left was
my sister's and her husband, the first one on the right belonged to my
other sister, Rosa. The last room on the right (the one opposite
mine) was empty, except for a twin-size bed and a mirror that was there.
The room that used to be mine, had a door that led to the outside of the
house. That side of the house leads to the back of this restaurant
that we own. One day, I believe this was back in 1986 or '87, my
sister Rosa was at work. She was going to clean the windows when
she noticed that they didn't have any Windex and so she remembered that
there was some here at home. She came to the house and entered it
by way of that side door.....which was unlocked because there wasn't any
furniture in that side of the house yet. Anyway, she got what she
needed and she was walking down the long hall going towards the side door
when she heard something. She heard what sounded like a woman crying!
It was kind of a low sighing. She heard it coming from the "empty"
room....which had it's door closed. She stood right next to the door
and sure enough it was coming from there! So she opened the door....but
she found it empty and the crying immediately stopped. She didn't
think much of it, and so she left the house through the side door and returned
to the restaurant. That was the first incident.
The second one happened to me and my sister Rosa at the same time. It
was, I believe, 1994 when I heard it. I had just come home from school
and I was tired so I went to my room (the one with the side door) to take
a nap. The room across from mine (the "empty" one) had it's door
closed, like it usually did. So I laid down on my bed but I left
my bedroom door open. I had been there only for about five minutes when
I started hearing a woman cry. At first, I didn't know where it was
coming from....then I sat up and I could tell that it was coming from the
"empty" room. I got up and walked over to the door and stood right
next to it listening....and it WAS coming from inside! She was crying
quietly and she would even sigh! So, I opened the door....and yes,
the crying stopped and the room was obviously empty. I didn't feel
scared or anything....which is weird, too! So, I just closed the
door and went back to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I
thought to myself,"That way I won't hear it anymore!" I was laying
there for only a couple of minutes, when my sister Rosa got home and walked
into her room which is right next to the "empty" room. I could hear
that she was inside her room with her door open. Suddenly, I heard
the crying again! My sister then came to my door and knocked and
let herself in and asked me,"Why are you crying?". I said,"It's not
me. It's that room again." I got up again, and we both
stood by the "empty" room's door and we both heard it coming from inside!
She opened the door and like before the crying stopped and the room was
still empty. But like I mentioned before, neither of us was actually
frightened by what happened. I was told that long before there were houses
here, this area of Del Rio served as a camp ground for soldiers.
And that maybe something bad happened here and that maybe that is why we
hear things. Before this side of the house was built, there used
to be a Fig tree growing right were the "empty" room is. My family
told me that they used to hear sounds, like chains and voices, coming from
that tree! And we were told that maybe there is money buried there
and that maybe THAT is why we hear things. Sorry I made this so long.
And thank you for letting me share this with your readers!
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That is a really cool story,
Sandra! I don't think I'd ever be able to sleep if I were hearing noises
like that... Thanks for sending it in!--tbs
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