Grandmother's expediton
My grandmother told me about an experience she once had.
In the early years of her marriage, my grandfather had planned an expedition to a place in Coahuila, Mexico called, La Cueva De El Diablo (The Devil's Cave). They were going to be around the area for two days and saw no harm in doing so. There were only three people in the expedition: the guide, my grandmother, and grandfather. She told me that they had to climb a few hills and before getting to the cave, a mountain had to be climbed. According to the guide, the cave was atop the mountain. They were halfway up when they stopped to rest. There was a giant rock leaning on the mountain, which the guide was telling them they were going to use to climb further up. She said she turned to see the scenery and looked back at the rock. She talked to my grandfather for a bit; he was more than ready to start the climb again. She looked back at the rock beginning from the top and ending at the bottom. My grandmother said that as she made her view to the bottom of the rock she saw an indigenous man. She turned to tell my grandfather and the guide what she had seen, but when they looked the man was no longer there. After a while she said she got nervous and no longer wanted to proceed with the climb and asked to leave. The guide told them they had to leave either way because it looked like there was going to be rain. They climbed down and went to the hotel they were staying at; they had planned to go the next day, but their plans were foiled due to wet rocks and dangerous flooding around the area.
She then told me the legend behind that cave.
Legend has it, that a tribe of Native Americans had put all their gold inside a cave when they found out the Spanish defeated the Aztecs. They hid in that cave with their gold and eventually died of starvation. The cave was cursed and the devil took over. So they say. After all, their greed is what brought their demise. One day a Spanish explorer had entered the cave and saw the riches it had. He wanted to take all with him and called upon his workers. None of them, being Native Americans, wanted to enter. He went in by himself and filled his pockets with gold and said he would come back for the rest. Just as he was about to leave, the cave started to close. He ran but not fast enough. He was there in darkness when he heard a loud booming voice say, "Everything or nothing!" He was so scared he emptied all the gold that filled his pockets and the cave began to open. He thought he would just take one gold coin and whoever or whatever it was wouldn't notice, but the cave again began to close. He was terrified of being left there alone and dropped the single gold coin. He never returned to that cave, but told everyone of it.
Would you believe that a cave could be cursed? Or that it can take a curse on by itself?
With love,
Cookie
*Edit: I think I found it. I've attached a picture taken by, Alejandro Valdez, who says it was taken from the inside of this cave. You can see the Cuatrocienegas-Ocampo Highway.
In the early years of her marriage, my grandfather had planned an expedition to a place in Coahuila, Mexico called, La Cueva De El Diablo (The Devil's Cave). They were going to be around the area for two days and saw no harm in doing so. There were only three people in the expedition: the guide, my grandmother, and grandfather. She told me that they had to climb a few hills and before getting to the cave, a mountain had to be climbed. According to the guide, the cave was atop the mountain. They were halfway up when they stopped to rest. There was a giant rock leaning on the mountain, which the guide was telling them they were going to use to climb further up. She said she turned to see the scenery and looked back at the rock. She talked to my grandfather for a bit; he was more than ready to start the climb again. She looked back at the rock beginning from the top and ending at the bottom. My grandmother said that as she made her view to the bottom of the rock she saw an indigenous man. She turned to tell my grandfather and the guide what she had seen, but when they looked the man was no longer there. After a while she said she got nervous and no longer wanted to proceed with the climb and asked to leave. The guide told them they had to leave either way because it looked like there was going to be rain. They climbed down and went to the hotel they were staying at; they had planned to go the next day, but their plans were foiled due to wet rocks and dangerous flooding around the area.
She then told me the legend behind that cave.
Legend has it, that a tribe of Native Americans had put all their gold inside a cave when they found out the Spanish defeated the Aztecs. They hid in that cave with their gold and eventually died of starvation. The cave was cursed and the devil took over. So they say. After all, their greed is what brought their demise. One day a Spanish explorer had entered the cave and saw the riches it had. He wanted to take all with him and called upon his workers. None of them, being Native Americans, wanted to enter. He went in by himself and filled his pockets with gold and said he would come back for the rest. Just as he was about to leave, the cave started to close. He ran but not fast enough. He was there in darkness when he heard a loud booming voice say, "Everything or nothing!" He was so scared he emptied all the gold that filled his pockets and the cave began to open. He thought he would just take one gold coin and whoever or whatever it was wouldn't notice, but the cave again began to close. He was terrified of being left there alone and dropped the single gold coin. He never returned to that cave, but told everyone of it.
Would you believe that a cave could be cursed? Or that it can take a curse on by itself?
With love,
Cookie
*Edit: I think I found it. I've attached a picture taken by, Alejandro Valdez, who says it was taken from the inside of this cave. You can see the Cuatrocienegas-Ocampo Highway.
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