Chelsea Hunts La Llorona
“How is this any different from what our parents did?”
“I asked Andy the same thing. And he reminded me that your parents didn’t go as a team. We are. We also know that La Llorona is a phantasm, which your parents didn’t.”
“How is this any different from what our parents did?”
“I asked Andy the same thing. And he reminded me that your parents didn’t go as a team. We are. We also know that La Llorona is a phantasm, which your parents didn’t.”
Chelsea licked her lips. “And this isn’t a ghost?”
“Oh, who knows, really.” Andy sighed. “I’m not a biologist or cryptozoologist, I just read the stuff they put out. And the team in West Virginia studying teleporters right now says that teleporters and phantasms are two different things, and neither are ghosts.”
“Their father was a good man, but he liked women. La Llorona isn’t too fond of men like that. Their mother took exception to La Llorona killing him, cause wanderin’ eye or not, that was her man. La Llorona drowned her for it.”
Beer to her lips, an idea occurred to Chelsea. “If we can locate La Llorona, I think I can lure her in.”