The smoker, submitted to us by Brenda.

Hey, so I'm submitting a story of my godfather used to tell me when I was little.

I memorized it because I would ask him to retell the tale numerous times.

I love the feeling of controlled fear.

I will tell it as if it was my uncle because it's his story.

In Mexico, there's a legend of a woman in a white dress.

This woman is often seen in rural areas and associated with tragedy.

I was unsure if what I was encountering was La Yarona, or in English the Weeping Woman,

or if this was a completely different entity with a story of her own.

It was late one night, way past midnight, and my wife and I were sleeping when we were suddenly awakened by three loud bangs on our door.

I wake up in a haste and yell,

Who is it through the closed door?

Silence.

I stood there for a couple of seconds

before slowly turning away and walking back to my room.

Just as I am walking away, there are three loud bangs on the door, as if whoever was banging on the door was doing it with desperation, maybe even rage.

Frustrated, I yell through the door once more,

who is it? A voice on the other side answers slowly,

but her voice seemed to mask a devilish grin. I could hear her smile through her voice.

Sir, could you spare me a cigarette?

I don't smoke, please leave, I said said there was silence once more I head back to my room and go back to sleep

About an hour or so after the occurrence the same loud banging wakes me up. I run back to the door and ask, who is it? It's about 3 a.m. by now.

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