The Terrifying Night in Netzahualcoyotl: An Indigenous Ancestral Haunting

Once upon a time, in the city of Netzahualcoyotl, a part of the greater Mexico City, located on the site of the ancient Tenochtitlan, there is a deeply rooted history tied to the indigenous Mexica-Aztec tribes. This place, once filled with life and culture, now retains whispers of its past. One Halloween night, a teenage boy, like a forgotten page in the history book, found himself caught in a nocturnal horror that would remain etched in his memory for years to come.

A Visit to the Past

It was during a family visit to Netzahualcoyotl, where the land still carries the echoes of ancient battles and legends. My dad's side of the family had moved to a house that once stood on the grounds of Lake Texcoco. The lake, which was a source of pride and life for the native tribes, had long since dried up, leaving behind only homes built on its former bed. One fateful night, the air was thick with the remnants of the past.

Ghostly Encounters

As we checked into my grandpa's house, it was decided that we would stay over since it was too late to return. The house, filled with the sacred relics of my ancestors, created an atmosphere both fascinating and daunting. My grandmother and uncle’s ashes were kept in an altar in the living room, where a small stone idol stood as a silent guard. As I prepared to sleep, the living room was my designated area, while the children stayed in different rooms.

What started as an ordinary night quickly turned into a ghostly horror. The haunting began with little children running around my area, giggling and laughing. They tapped me on my shoulder, repeating a patterned phrase, "Uno dos soy yo." This haunting sensation was not just a passing event but a continuous, escalating nightmare. The sound of bare feet, the tapping, and the laughing created a chilling ambiance.

The Unrelenting Paranormal Activity

The more I tried to fight the fear, the more intense the paranormal activity became. The little ghosts continued to run around, making their presence known through the unmistakable sound of their bare feet. At one point, they stopped their activities, and a completely silent, ghostly calm followed. However, this calm was short-lived as the grandfather's clock began to tick loudly at 3 AM, signaling midnight.

At 3:35 AM, the sounds of a crumpled plastic bag and the shuffling of feet caught my attention. A little child’s voice whispered, “One!” followed by the sound of construction equipment being dragged and dropped, only to be repeated over and over. The haunting never ceased, and I could not help but feel as though I was witnessing a reenactment of the past, a continuation of the spirits of those who fell during the brutal massacre of 1521.

A Solace in Fraternity

It was in the face of this fear that my brother's presence brought a glimmer of hope. He too had experienced the same terrifying events, confirming what had happened was real. His recounting provided validation and comfort. Together, we sought solace in the knowledge that we were not alone and that the spirits of our ancestors were seeking a form of reverence and peace.

Understanding the Haunting

With the dawn, my grandfather and aunts explained the history. They revealed that the house stood on land that once held the river of Texcoco, the last resting place of many indigenous ancestors who were massacred in 1521. My grandfather hypothesized that the spirits of these people, unable to find peace, lingered in the house. Their presence, manifested in the form of ghosts, was a reminder of the past and a call for understanding and reverence.

As the sun finally broke the horizon, the haunting ceased, and we returned to our family. This night, however, would remain imprinted in our memories as a testament to the powerful connection with our ancestors and the enduring stories of Netzahualcoyotl.