Ever heard a creek holler? That’s Womans Hollow Creek for you. It is located near Interstate 10 between Seguin and San Antonio. This creek has a name that sticks with you. It conjures images of anguish and echoes of untold stories.
Womans Hollow Creek is also known as Woman Hollering Creek. The creek is a tributary of Martinez Creek. Martinez Creek flows into Cibolo Creek. Cibolo Creek then joins the San Antonio River. But it’s not the water flow that captures our attention. It’s the haunting name and the legends it carries.
The name “Womans Hollow Creek” is believed to come from “La Llorona”. This is Spanish for “the weeping woman”. The legend tells of a woman who drowned her child in the river. She did this because the child’s father rejected them. Driven mad by grief, she now haunts the creek. Her wails of misery echo through the night.
Some say the woman was a pioneer. According to the story, Native Americans attacked her family. To spare her children from a worse fate, she drowned them herself. Her screams terrified the attackers. Now, her tormented spirit searches the creek banks. She eternally cries out in agony.
Another version says the woman’s lover didn’t want the baby. He left her for another woman. In her despair, she drowned the child and herself. They say she is denied entrance to Heaven. She must find the murdered infant and return with it.
Locals whisper that the creek holds more than grief. Some say the hollering woman is enraged. Get too close to the water, and she might drag you under. People claim to hear unsettling screams and moans near the creek. These sounds are especially frequent on full moon nights.
Even the Electric Boy Rangers have a song about it. It is called “River Called Woman Hollering”. The story of La Llorona is found throughout Mexico and the Southwest United States.
Whether it’s the tale of La Llorona or the pioneer woman, Womans Hollow Creek evokes a sense of sorrow. It also evokes a deep connection to the past. The name itself is a chilling reminder of the pain and suffering. It is a reminder that legends often carry a grain of truth. So, as you stand here, listen closely. You might just hear the faint wails of the woman hollering. They echo through the hollow and linger in the air.