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White Death

The White Death is a creepy story about a vengeful spirit in Mexico who hunts down anyone who knows about her existence.

White Death

I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Every moment could be my last. My friend is here with me and he is the sole reason why my life is in danger. It may not make sense at first, but let me explain.

It all started earlier today, when a friend of mine burst into my house and slammed the door behind him. His eyes were wide with fear and he stood there with his back against the door, breathing heavily. I asked him what had happened and he told me this story:

He had been living with his Aunt for the past year because his parents were in Mexico. They were doing mission work at a small hospital in Southern Mexico. The previous night, a bedraggled man had stumbled through the entrance of the hospital. He was screaming in Spanish and appeared to be out of his mind with terror.

They brought him over to a chair and let him sit down. As he caught his breath, he told his story in broken English. He claimed that his sister had been killed by something he referred to as “La Muerto Blanco”. He kept saying that it was coming for him next.

Confused, they asked him who or what a Muerto Blanco was. With a look of unfathomable fear on his face, he said that La Muerto Blanco was The White Death. She is the soul of a girl who died years ago. She died by her own hand, he said, alone and unloved. She hated life so much that she wanted to remove all traces of herself from the earth. So great was her desire to completely obliterate her memory, that she returned from the dead as a vengeful spirit, bent on killing all those who knew of her existence.

She is a girl, but not a girl, he said. She’s not dead, but not really alive. She has cold, black eyes that weep blood. She walks without ever actually seeming to move an inch. She stalks her victims like a wild animal, pursuing them across rivers and valleys, trailing them back to their homes. You are never really aware that she is following you, until you hear her telltale knock upon your door.

“She knocks once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. Twice for your hair, which she’ll gnash between her teeth. Three times for your bones, which she’ll fashion into clubs. Four times for your heart, which she’ll tear out of your chest. Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box. Six times for your eyes, which she’ll pluck out one by one. Seven times for your soul, which she’ll swallow whole.”

“No matter where you go, The White Death will track you down and you will hear her terrible knocking begin on the door. You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than any mortal man. If you flee from your home while she’s knocking on your door, she will follow you wherever you go.”

The terrified man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. He had tried to tell the police, about The White Death but they would not listen, dismissing it as an old wives’ tale. Next, he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest immediately shut the door of the church in his face and turned him away. The priest had seen The White Death following him, he said, and did not want to get involved.

With his head in his hands, the frightened man said that The White Death follows you forever until you tell someone else about it. Then it strikes. It kills you and begins following the person you told.

After finishing his tale, the man stole a car from the mission hospital parking lot, and vanished into the night.

Apparently, my friend’s mother and father had immediately called his aunt and told her about the stange man they had encountered. They asked her if she had ever heard of the White Death. She said she had not and they proceeded to tell her the story that the man had told them.

The aunt got a phonecall later that night. It was the Mexican police. They told her that the parents had been found dead outside the hospital. They had been torn apart.

My friend’s aunt had immediately called him at school to break the bad news to him. As he cried, she told him she couldn’t understand what had happened. She recounted the whole story to him, telling him about the strange man who had turned up in the hospital just hours before his parents were found dead. She told him how the man had given his parents a weird and disturbing story about something called The White Death.

When he hung up the phone, he had struggled to come to terms with what had happened. It almost didn’t seem real to him. When he got home after school, he found the front door of his Aunt’s house standing open. Inside was a trail of blood, leading into the kitchen. There on the kitchen floor, he found his Aunt’s dead body. She had been torn limb from limb.

He ran out of the house and all the way across town, never looking back, until he reached my house. As he told me this story, I could hardly believe it. Within the space of a day, his mother, his father and his aunt had been murdered. It all seemed too far-fetched.

But before I could utter a word, my friend and I both recoiled in horror as we heard a knocking begin at my front door.

We’ve been staring at the door for an hour now, neither of us wanting to open it. The knocking is still going on, growing louder and louder. She never gives up. She never quits. La Muerto Blanco is unstoppable. I think she wants to scare us, my friend and I. I think she wants us to blame each other. And I do – I blame my friend. It’s all his fault. He should never have told about her.

As I sit here in my house, beside my friend, both of us listening to that hideous knocking growing ever louder, I wish a lot of things. I wish she had killed my friend before he reached my house. If he had never been able to tell me about her, I wouldn’t be in danger now. I’m sorry I ever met him.

And I’m sorry for you too. I’m sorry I made you read this story. I’m sorry I ever told you about the White Death. Because now that you know about her, she’ll be coming for you next.


  • well i’ll be waiting to die, and when she comes knocking at me door i will give her a big greeting and say “well hello, i have been excpecting you…… WHITE DEATH”the burst into laughter as she kills me.

  • I read this to my friends and they were just like, “Oh, thanks, Abby!!! You set a phyco spirit on us.” My other friend said she heard knocking on her door… L.O.L.

  • Yes, Slaughter Daughter.
    I am not Spanish, nor do I speak it, but I picked up on that flaw.

  • Oh, boo hoo. I’m gonna die soon just because a Mexican bitch didn’t get her tacos and burritos for breakfast.

  • This story was hard to take seriously because of the inaccurate Spanish linguistics. “La Muerto Blanco” has contradicting masculine and feminine tenses. “La” is feminine, whereas “Muerto” and “Blanco” are masculine. The correct translation is “La Muerte Blanca”. Maybe consider changing it, because to any Spanish speaker this looks strange.

    Experience: I am Latina and Spanish is my first language, though I speak English fluently as well. I am Venezuelan if you are wondering.

  • Worst story I’ve ever read! The author desperately trying to make this story scary by telling it’s reader that white hoe is coming for us ! Booo this scare tact is old!

  • Apparently whoever wrote this story did not study spanish… It is El Muerto Blanco if it is about a dead, but since it is death it would be La Muerte Blanca…’

    – Never get involved in any kind of paranormal situation.

  • this is not true its a scottish spirit duh!!!!

    Scaryforkids says Actually, no. The website you read that on copied the story from here. They added the “Scottish” thing because… i don’t know… They’re idiots probably. It’s from Mexico.

  • even if the white death did find me, i don’t think that she would kill me cuz i have really dry skin and greasy hair. plus i barely ever drink milk so my bones are probably hella weak

  • Not scary. She just wants your body parts. She doesn’t want anybody to know she exists, that’s why she removed all her traces. Use your brain people…if you got one :/

  • So all the readers who comments bellow did you heard any knock on your door..??? or any sign of white dead please tell…
    Lol good story..!!!

  • Yeah, she comes in saying I need your body parts, and I and my friends who are body builders would go down without a fight? Like, sure you can take us all? Ha ha ha

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