Legend has it that in a faraway village lived a young woman with her three little children, all going well, the kids were very happy and their mother loved them dearly. But one rainy winter night something terrible happened.
That night, came home the father who had abandoned them long ago. Without him the family was happy and that night their cries and drunkenness would be re-noticed in the house, not to mention the brutal beatings that both children and mothers suffer. The woman had always prayed that he never come back, but fate wanted otherwise.
With their hatred, the man threw a punch to the door and went screaming that everyone was to receive, children, frightened, hid and mother, for the sake of their children, came face to face with her husband. She suffered a strike that left her unconscious for several hours. When she awoke, looked for their children in every corner of the house but neither children nor her husband were anywhere, desperate, despite the storm she ran crying and screaming their names, spent days, months, years, many years .. .
Until one night she died of grief, no one knew anything about the children, no one saw any more, did not show their bodies or any sign of the man who took them.
Since then it is said that her spirit does not rest in peace and every night you can hear her mourn and lament with sadness around an estuary. Women are following their children to hide them, because they are scared that she will take them to be happy again.