The charming, sparkling lake had you spellbound. Oftentimes you simply sat at the shore, admiring the still water — wondering what was lurking beneath.

But, of course, your older brother had to ruin that for you.

“Ay pollito — watch out for the lake. La Llorana might snag you.” Javier teased, poking your side. The sheer thought of the myth being true sent shivers down your spine.