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“So they’re in the mountains. And they have their first house. And he was out at night past, you know, past curfew in the town, so my great grandmother was at home alone. And you know, it’s pitch black. And at some point, she was like, “Oh, I have to, I have to use the bathroom. And in order to use the bathroom, I have to go out to the outhouse outside.” And she was scared. She gets her lantern. She has the light on. 

They had donkeys, right. They have like a little, little farm, like, you know, she’s alone in the house. And then she hears these like, clawing noises on her bed. And she’s like, trying to go to sleep. But she just keeps hearing like, it’s like, (Makes clawing noises) and then as it gets closer, and closer, to where it feels like it’s right on her. And so she’s, she’s starting to freak out. And then she hears the donkey freaking out outside. He’s like, like kicking and she’s like, “What the fuck is going on?” And then she hears it breaking through the gate. She’s like, “Oh, I have to like, get the donkey. It’s gonna break through the gate.” So she tries to peek outside. But the donkey disappears. And then she’s like, “I can’t go running after that. It’s the middle of the night.” Yeah. So she’s like, shit, whatever, the donkey is gone. And she’s just really creeped out like something’s going on. Something’s weird. So then, she goes, to use the bathroom, to the outhouse. So she’s like, okay, and when she starts going outside, the door slams behind her. Like, after she leaves her house. And then she sees it like in the dark. Like, she sees the chairs, like plants around, right? Sees like plants. And it seems like they’re like, like, screwed. Like, she gives us like screeching noise of like, like the wooden playing since. And then she feels like a plant. Like every time she looks at the plants, they’re getting closer and closer. She runs to the outhouse, she runs, and she gets in there, she locks the door. She she goes number two, you know? And then she’s like, “okay, okay,” so she opens the door, and there’s nothing out there. Okay, she’s good. She’s walking back to the house, she starts running, and she sees the plant. The plant is back in this place. Like before, it looked like it was right next to the door. Now it was back like over in the corner or whatever. Okay, okay. And then she’s walking to the, and the plant is fucking back,  to the house. And then she’s just like, fuck that. She opens the door real quick. She gets back in, locks it behind her. And she has her little lantern, okay, so she puts it down on the counter. And right next to the counter, she sees a bloody knife. She faints and then three, actually 8 in the morning, oh, because her husband was away on the military duty, So then in the morning, her husband comes back with you know, some other like military guys and they’re back and like a maid comes in. Also like for work, whatever, comes in and she sees her laying on the floor and she’s like, ‘what’s wrong? What’s wrong?’ She wakes her up. And then And then she’s like, like, “I saw this bloody knife. And there were the sounds and there was blood, it was a bloody knife.”: So they’re like, “Okay, we’re gonna go find this bloody knife,” like because it wasn’t on the counter anymore. So they go investigate, they go investigate. And then one of the military guys is like, “oh shit wait over here” like they see blood and he’s outside and it’s a donkey and it’s dead. The donkey is dead so they took the donkey from the house.”

They never found out what it was and nothing happened after.

Context:

This memorate was told to the informant by their Cuban grandmother about her mother.

Analysis:

As a countryside local legend, this story injects supernatural terror into rural domestic life, creating a chilling narrative rooted in isolation, vulnerability, and the thin line between the natural and the uncanny. The woman’s frightening experiences while alone escalate throughout the night, giving the sense of something malevolent lurking just beyond comprehension. Her journey to the outhouse and back is a liminal journey, emphasizing her exposure to the unknown. The unresolved horror, capped by the discovery of the donkey’s mutilated body and the vanished knife, leaves the listener in suspense, with no closure or clear antagonist.