This is one of the scarier Chupacabra Stories I have read
A terrifying encounter with the monster of Puerto Rico
Something strange seems to be stalking in the night on the tropical island of Puerto Rico. Reports of a small, sharp-fanged creature have been reported since the 1970s, and sightings intensified in the mid-'90s. Sightings continue to this day and have spread to the southern U.S. and South America. The creature has been blamed for terrorizing farms and killing animals such as chickens, ducks and even goats, allegedly draining the animals of blood and earning it the name "goat sucker," the English translation of the Spanish word Chupacabra. Millie G. may have had an even earlier encounter with this frightening creature – a terrifying experience that has been burned into her memory. This is Millie's story.
The year was 1969 and I was an excited ten year old on my way to Puerto Rico with my favorite aunt, Marlene.
It was my first vacation and the thought of being in an airplane was just overwhelming! We were going to visit relatives and I just couldn't wait. The plane ride was great; I had the window seat. We landed, everyone clapped and we were met at the airport by aunts, uncles and cousins. Everyone was making such a fuss over me. They were meeting me for the first time, and I sure felt special.
We would be staying at my aunt Lucia's house in the country. I remember thinking how beautiful everything seemed from that car window. It was warm, the sun was radiant and everything was so colorful. So many palm trees, so many flowers. The air was fresh, people were smiling in the streets and I was happy. My happiness wouldn't last very long.
The Dreadful House
After about an hour's drive, we finally arrived to my aunt Lucia's house. The driver parked the car and I was a little confused because I didn’t see a house. I wondered why we stopped. We got out of the car. My aunt Marlene held my hand and we all started to walk in the same direction. When we stopped and I saw where the house was located, I was instantly filled with dread and fear. Every part of my little body started reacting, and the voice inside my head just repeated the words, Oh no! Oh no! I instantly sensed that something evil and wicked lurked about.
You see, my aunt Lucia's house was not situated on level ground. It literally sat in a hole! We had to walk down to get to it. How different than the other houses I had heard about, like beautiful houses on top of lush green hills, or houses near waterfalls and lakes. This old house lived in a ditch where the backyard consisted of bushes, and old orange and banana trees. It was the woods and it was so dark back there.
Aunt Marlene settled in, and while she talked with the family, I made friends with my cousin, Mitch. He didn't seem to mind being around a girl, so I stuck with him. Eventually, all the guests went home, yet I couldn't shake my uneasiness. The day was warm, but it was cold and damp in that ditch.
The Forbidden Area
The night started to descend upon Puerto Rico, and with it came all kinds of sounds. Crickets, frogs, owls.... Being a city girl, I wasn't used to those sounds, and they just intensified my dread and fear of that place. I felt like something was closing in as the darkness slowly crept upon us. Mitch wanted to entertain me and told me about an old outhouse that was in back of the house. He said it had been there for ages, maybe as far back as the late 1700s. It seemed the land had always belonged to our family. He also said that Aunt Lucia forbade him to go anywhere near the area of the outhouse, but he was always curious to see that outhouse and wondered what the big deal was and why he shouldn't go there.
He pulled out a flashlight from his back pocket and asked me to walk with him back there. I was terrified, but didn't want to seem like a scared little girl and so I agreed. We took each other's hand and started walking toward the woods. It was so dark and creepy. I started to sweat. I was so scared. We had walked quite a distance when Mitch said he felt the outhouse was not much further and shined his flashlight to our right. I could faintly see the outhouse – it was a huge block of gray stone with an opening in the front. It looked like a tomb.
It was at that moment that we heard a throaty, sinister laugh to our left. Mitch quickly flashed his light to the area, and there, standing no more than two feet tall was the most hideous, grotesque thing that I would ever see in my life. It was greenish brown in color with scaly skin. It had huge red eyes and an equally huge mouth crowded with very long fang-like teeth. It had exactly two tentacle-like strands protruding from its head. It stood there with a left clawed hand resting on a tree while the right-clawed hand motioned for us to come forward. It snickered and laughed. Suddenly, we heard another sinister laugh coming from another direction. There, at the opening of the outhouse stood another creature, also motioning us to go forward, all the while laughing that sick laugh.
Mitch screamed.
I couldn't. I was frozen in place and I couldn't move. He tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me. We ran back the way we came, Mitch screaming at the top of his lungs and me just flying through the woods as if in a trance.
Aunt Lucia suddenly appeared midway in those woods, holding a kerosene lamp. She screamed at us to go straight inside the house and not move. We nearly broke the door down as we made our way inside. I started to cry and Mitch was still screaming. Aunt Lucia came in shortly after and yelled at us for having gone out there. Her anger distressed me even more. Meanwhile, my Aunt Marlene was frantically closing the windows. At that time, windows were really shutters made out of aluminum and they had to be cranked open or closed with a lever. As aunt Marlene closed the windows and drew the curtains, Aunt Lucia splashed holy water all throughout the house. She told us that we would have to be very still, not make any sounds and everything would be all right. The only light we had was that of two kerosene lamps.
The Torment
That night was the longest and most terrifying night of my life. All night long, we heard that throaty, sinister laugh and snickering right outside the house in numbers. We heard scratching along the metal shutters and a non-stop pounding on the front door. My aunts prayed all night long.
The next morning, Aunt Marlene took me away to another relative's home and that is where I stayed for two weeks. I never went back to Aunt Lucia's, and no one ever explained anything to me.
A few years ago, all over the news was a story about a strange creature being seen in tropical islands. This creature was linked to a mass destruction of animals whose blood was sucked dry. They called it the Chupacabras. My blood ran cold when I saw a drawing of the creature. I know what I saw, and the similarities were not coincidental. These things are real and they are smart and calculating. The woods are a perfect hiding place, and I am convinced that they have been here for a very, very long time.
The thing that scares me the most is how smart the Chupacabras are in this story.
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Dear Chupacabrahouse forum I never thought this kind of thing would happen to me, but about a month ago this sexy pair of female chupacabras moved in to the apartmnet next door. Unfortunatley the air conditioning has been out in my building for a while and I was just wearing a piar of shorts when i heard a knock on the door. I answerd it and standing there was my both of the chupacabras wearing nothing but halter tops and bikini bottoms, they were all hot and sweaty and wanted to know if I had any Ice........
two hours later I had had the most unbelievble time of my life, but thats nothing compared to when the Bigfoot sisters moved in to the building two weeks later..........
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It wasn't you man. The forum is screwed up. Disney Dave doesn't even take care of it. He hasn't been here for some time now. The whole double post thing has happened to me and friends. If you read back into the pages that have Frank Peters in them I have a friend Will who had his entire post made into just random symbolls by the forum. Its in on of the twenty pages or something like that.
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We talk about stuff. Different sections. We have vidoe games just plain talk. Movies, shows, school, jobs and stories. Its cool place to taklk about all of your troubles.
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i knew it was in another forum but we are like the only ones on here any more there was like 50 other ppl on then they all disapeired its like they........are..gone!... :0
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They can't delete all of those profiles that havn't posted. So it says there is 93 members and it gets annoying. But hey, we rule. And God Zilla is Arts love slave. So who's complaining? Good times...
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those mother****ers killed my brother!
my friend and i are going on a chupacabra hunt in Mexico and PR.im bringing my armor that my friend built (it kinda looks like the CQB armor on Halo 3.) hell i might kill it or snap it's neck and rip its skull/spine out...if i succeed, i'll send the armor to the military to use in the future.
my friend lives in mexico so he should know a lot about it.
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