Mr. Benjamin Soler used to see the image of a hanged man every night in his bedroom. Thanks to the prayers to the Holy Child of Atocha, he was saved from this nightmare.

When my husband Juan Jose died, I was sad and couldn’t find any consolation. We loved each other so much, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing him again. I asked the Virgin to let me see him. And she gave me that. So now every Day of the Dead, I put the altar and bring the offerings, and then my husband appears for a few seconds. So I can keep his image in my memory and find strength to live on without him.

We thank the Virgin of San Juan because it’s incredible that we managed to sell the haunted house, that we had inherited, to a very eccentric gentleman. When he found out about the ghosts and the apparitions he payed us even more.

It was getting dark, when an enormous and horrible ghost appeared to us on a desert highway. I didn’t know what to do. I closed my eyes and entrusted myself to the Virgin of San Juan. She drove our car through the ghost. When I opened my eyes, the ghost had disappeared. I thank the Virgin for saving us from this crying creature.

My husband’s first wife was totally mad. She died. But when I married him her ghost began to appear everywhere, even in the tureen. She scared me a lot. But thanks to the requiem mass and to my prayers to the Virgin of Guadalupe her soul rests in peace now. And I feel much more comfortable.

I used to cook delicious pork chops or ham and eggs for my family because I thought these are very nutritious dishes. But one night some pigs with wings appeared to me. They looked at me in an accusatorial way. I got scared and implored Saint Quiteria to protect me from the pigs. I promised I’d cook only chicken breast and fish fillet and I’d even make eggs without ham. I thank the Saint because the pigs never come back to look at me.

My husband inherited a house and a ranch. When we moved there, I was scared to find out that there was a ghost of a woman that appeared from my bathroom’s mirror by nights. It cried and moaned. Thanks to my prayers to the Holy Child with the Ball and to three requiem masses, the ghost has rested in peace.

Holy Shroud, thank you for your favor. My buddy Valeriano and I were drinking and heard a moan. We turned and saw a ghost of a little girl. We started cursing it and it disappeared.

Romulo Infante
Mexico City, 1953

Romualdo Garcia went to put flowers on his aunt Anacleta’s tomb. He had a macabre meeting with ghosts at the cemetery. They were walking along the tombs. Romualdo entrusted himself to the Virgin of San Juan and could escape. He thanks the Virgin with this retablo.

When we were going by the old road to San Juan de los Lagos to sell apples we met the phantasm of the headless rider. He often appears to travelers and abducts them. When we saw him, we entrusted ourselves to the Virgin of the Rosary. Thanks to her divine protection, the ghost passed by without noticing us. My husband and I turned gray after that, but we arrived to the town and sold our apples.

My friend Pancho and I were drinking aguardiente (“firewater”) and made a bet who would pass the night at the cemetery. I was so drunk, I felt brave, so I agreed to do so. But at the midnight, the ghost of my late buddy Rogaciano Mendez appeared. I was so scared, I immediately sobered up. I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe.

Amador Ramirez
November 2, 1952
San Juan Nuevo, Michoacan

My buddy and I were coming back after the sowing. We took the short way, through the cemetery, and there the beheaded bride appeared to us. She scared us. We prayed to you, Virgin of the Solitude, so the bride would o away. And she disappeared. Thanks.

Nochixtlan, Oaxaca, Mexico, 1976

I used to cook chicken for my family because they liked it very much, and also I knew that chicken meat is very nutritious. But one day I was so tired, I fell asleep right in the kitchen. In my dream, I saw the ghosts of the chicken I had cooked. They looked at me with sadness, like they were reproaching me. I thank St. Francis for now on I cook fish and I have no more nightmares with the chicken ghosts.