The White of Death

Horror Stories - The White of Death

La Muerto Blanco or the White of Death is a spooky story about a very evil spirits in the Mexico that targeting people that aware of its existence. The story is about people who faced the White of Death. I am now sitting at my computer, be afraid. Every moment could be my last moments. My friend here with me and he was the only reason why my life is in danger. It does not make sense at first, but let me explain.

It started this morning, when one of my friends scampered into my house and slammed the door was behind it. His eyes widened with fear depicted there, and he stood with back to the door, breathing heavily. I asked what happened and he was finally tells this story.

He lived with his aunt a few years ago because both of His parents were in Mexico. They are assigned a mission by a small hospital in South Mexico. At nights ago, a man stammered at the hospital entrance. He screamed with Spanish language and issue any fears is on his mind.

They then gave up a chair and let him sit down. After he was regulate his breathing, he was told a story in the English language of ambiguous. He claimed that his sister had been killed by something known as "La Muerto Blanco". He continued to say that it's going to come up next to him.

Was amazed, they asked who or what it was Muerto Blanco. With inconceivable the fear on his face, she explained that the La Muerto Blanco is the White of Death. She is the ghost of a girl who died several years ago. Her die with her own hands, she said, she died of loneliness and had never loved. She hated her life that she wanted to clear all traces himself on this earth. A very strong desire to close all the memories of her, making rising from the dead as a spirits revenge, kill all that aware of its existence.

She is a girl, but not a regular girl. She was not dead, but not alive. She had a black eye and a cold dripping blood. She walked without being seen moving. She stalked the victims like a wild animal, chasing them through the river and hills, dragged back to their homes. You never know that she follow you, until you hear her story knocking on your door.

"At first she would touch your skin, whom she would be use it for patching the meat had festered. The second on the hair, which she would grind her teeth. Thirdly on the bones, she will turn it into a roar. The fourth is the heart, where she will rip your chest. The fifth on the teeth, she would rub it and put it in a box. The sixth in your eyes, pick it out one by one. The seventh is the soul, whom she would be ingest it all."

"No matter where you are, the White of Death will be after you, and you will heard a knock that is very scary starting from your door. You can try to run away, but she was faster than all humans. If you ran away from home when him knocks on your door, him will follow you wherever you go. "

The man who fear of were convinced that the creature that who had killed his sister. He had tried to tell the police, about the White of Death but they would not listen, thought it was a long story. Below him tells the pastor, but the pastor was immediately shut the church doors in front of him and left him. The pastor was viewed the White of Death was followed him, he said, and they do not want to be involved.

With his face covered with his hands, he was saying that the White of Death follow you forever until you tell other people about. And at that moment, he will kill you and start follow the ones that you tell. Upon completing the story, the man stole a car from the hospital parking lot, and lost in the dark of night. Apparently, my mother and father had contacted his aunt and told him about the strange creatures they meet. They asked him whether he had heard of the White of Death. He says he never had and they then told the story that the man had been told to them.

His aunt then got a phone call that night. It was the police of Mexico. They informed him that his parents had been were found dead outside the hospital. Their bodies were separated. My aunt was then immediately contacted him at the school for the bad news to him. When he cries, his aunt said she did not understand what had happened. She recounts all the stories to him, telling about a strange man who was in the hospital before his parents were found dead. She told how the men had shared a strange story about something called the White of Death.

When my friend hung up, he tried to find out what actually happened. It is almost unbelievable to him. When he came home after the school ended, he found the front door of his aunt's house is wide open. In it was a bloody traces, which is trickling down to the kitchen. On the kitchen floor, he found his aunt lifeless. Her body was torn separated into several parts.

He ran from that house and along the streets of the city, have never looking back, until he found my house. When he told me this story, I really can not believe it. Although throughout the day, mother, father, and his aunt had been killed. But that seems quite impossible. But before I could say a word, my friend and I got stuck in fear when we heard a knock started from the front door of my house.

We kept looking at the door it was an hour ago, none of the two of us would like to open it. The knocking continued. She did not give up. She never left. La Muerto Blanco is unstoppable. I think she wanted to scare us, me and my friend. I felt that she wants to blame us. And indeed I blame my friend. It's all his fault. He should have never told me.

I sat in my house, right beside him, we both heard a knock was getting bigger, I hope a lot of things. I hope she killed my friend before she came to my house. If he have never conveyed it to me, I would not be in danger now. I am regret it to see him. And I was very regret it for you too. I'm sorry I made you read this story. I'm sorry I told you about the La Muerto Blanco. Because when you know it, she will come to you.