2002-08-21 - 4:28 p.m.
I had posted my information on the Donkey Lady on one of the discussion boards at The Moonlit Road (yes, I know, I need to start using the links again - I'm just too damn lazy!) and a couple of people have responded. If you are interested in the Donkey Lady, you may enjoy these.
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MudvayneChick:(1/3/02 11:38:16 pm)
My friends & I went ghost hunting on Halloween of 2001. We live in San Antonio & have all heard the story of the Donkey Lady. She is located off Applewhite Rd. going toward Pleasonton. Well, we went down there & we parked our car there to see what happens. We did not see her like other people have said but we did hear tapping on the car on the hood & the back window. We were all sober so we heard what we heard. It started getting louder 'cause she is trying to push you off into the woods. It was pretty
scary for us. Later when we went to our friend's house, we saw markings on the cars. So if no one believes me, so be it. But for me, it's something I'll never forget.
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I've read and heard a lot of stories like this one. This seems to be the typical story about the Donkey Lady. Many times there is a car involved - because Texas is such an automobile kind of place, maybe?
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mystik107aolcom: (6/13/02 5:20:39 pm)
My name is Ali and I have lived in San Antonio all of my life.
I have also lived in a subdivision behind Old Blanco Road
::called Churchill Forest:: for about 11 years now. I was
surfing the web looking for the ocasional "urban legend"
and came upon the title...The Donkey Lady. I had
completely forgotten about her!! The whole neighborhood
told their children the story of the donkey lady so they
wouldnt wander out into the creek at night or play on the hazardous ravines of the Salado Creek (which runs behind
and to the side of the neighborhood). I remember how
some friends and I would often venture into those woods
telling the tales of the Donkey Lady. I cant say that I have
seen or even heard the donkey lady but there is something
evil about that creek which lies behind the old ballroom
Roaring 20s (which has also given me some supernatural
experiences). I am only 17 years old and me and my
parents moved into Churchill Forest when I was 5. Ever
since we moved in, that creek has haunted me in my
dreams. I have dreamt of finding two dead red head twins
on Vulker Lane (the thicky wooded path along the
creek)...every time i awake from the dream, the smell of
death still lingers on my face. I have had that dream for
about 9 years now. I have dreamt of wolves chasing me in
the creek. I have dreamt of an invisible beast who
consumes whatever comes into its path. I have had
countless nightmares, all taking place in this area of the
suspected Donkey lady. There is some spiritual connection
between me and that creek, I have always felt that it would
be the death of me. Anyways, that area has been subject
to much evil. Deer are found mutilated unnaturally, evil
doers and worshippers hold their rituals there, i have
ocasionally seen men having intercourse there, and the
creek is littered with trash dating back to the 20s, 30s and
even 40s (especially behind the Roaring 20s). There has
extremely ominous and evil presence. I never go near the
area at night. Now i will talk about the Roaring 20s. Im not
quite sure how long it has been there, but its exremely old.
They shut it down about a couple of years ago after the
ity said it would be too costly to repair. It looks like a little
brown house that would belong in the country...connected
to it looks like a old, torn down, and burnt school
house...which they never fixed...even when the dance hall
was open. Currently it is shut down and signs warning
intruders of prosecution are posted all around its premises.
Supposedly its also guarded by a big dog, which i have
never seen. Anyways, before it was shut down, i would
take walks around it. Once i took my dog Spot on a walk
there. On one side of the dancehall, the base of the
buliding is made up of some type of sheet metal. I opened
one corner and flashed my light into the darkness. There
were about 4 beutiful classic cars in there...from the 30 40
or 50s...all hidden underneath the building I imagined dead
bodies in the trunk or homeless people living between the
cars so I fled. Not completely overtaken by fear..my
curiosity still had the best of me. I had never gone into the
decrepit part of the building and I figured now was my
chance. I went into the building. It was dark and I was
surrounded by rotting wooden walls and fallen
beams...including old schools desks, gas stoves, and
furniture from the 20s. 30s, and 40s. I felt eyes on my
back so i twirled around and I heard little pattering feet and
the giggle of a little girl. All of a sudden i was encompased
in a tunnell of faint wind and i heard the sound of the
distant giggles of little children. My dog went nuts...he
bared his teeth and barked like crazy. I was out of there in
an instant. I have also seen the doors of the dancehall
slam open and shut with no one in the building, or no
owners parked in the parking lot. That was scary.. But the
Roaring 20s, the creek, Vulkers lane, and beneath that little
bridge...there is something there. Donkey Lady, forest
spirits, evil, call it what you will. There still remains a
magnetism between me and that whole area. I still think it
will be the death of me.
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I don't know. This one kind of has the feel of someone embroidering their own spooky legend out of things they have actually heard. I do like hearing more about the Roaring 20s Club, though I suspect that the site is a lot less interesting than this writer opines. Maybe I'll write to the woman in the local paper who does a column on old San Antonio.
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SoNRiZaS: (8/12/02 8:13:43 am)
DAMN MAH HOMIE TOLD ME BOUT THAT STORY DAMN
JUSS THINKIN BOUT IT GETS ME SCURRED HE SAID HE
HAS HEARD HOOFS AND NOISES AND HE HAS ALSO SEEN
SHADOWS DAMN I WOULDNT EVEN GO NEAR THAT PLACE
FORGET THAT . PERO ITS VERY INTERESTION TO HEAR
WHAT EVERYONE ELSE GOTS TO SAY BOUT IT
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Obviously Smiles is taking the piss out of the whole thing.
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Anyway - today was OK. Very tiring. My feet hurt like hell. Verona will call tonight to let me know if she'll be home Wednesday or Friday. Sigh. My life would be a little less complicated if it were Friday --- but I do miss her and would prefer Wednesday. Besides, the sooner I learn to balance work and relationship (and housework) the better off I will be.
Opal
