This story happened to my mom when she was around eight or nine years old. She used to live in a small town or a pueblo in Mexico called Vista Hermosa.
My mom, her two older sisters, and my abuelita had gone to go visit my great grandma. At around eight p.m. they headed back home which was about a mile walk. My mom said she remembers running ahead and my abuelita telling her to stop because she could fall and get hurt since it was pretty dark. My mom being a little kid still kept on running ahead and ended up arriving at the house before everyone else.
Before I go any further let me explain the layout of the house. Basically what my mom said was that the front door wasn’t like the doors we have here. At the bottom there was about a four inch gap and if you bent down you could look inside the house. Once you were inside the front door the hallway went all the way to the back of the house. It’s important to note that there wasn’t a back door. So you could just look out into the backyard.
So anyway, my mom was waiting for the rest to arrive and for some reason she decided to bend down and look through the gap under the door. When she did she saw that in the backyard where there was unusually a big tree with a swing on it there was a big white goat with huge red eyes the size of two dinner plates. My mom stood up a bit taken aback and then peaked through the gap again and the goat was still staring at her.
“I didn’t really feel scared. More like shocked at what I was seeing. What creeped me out the most was the red eyes.” She said when I asked her.
My mom ended up running back to my abuelita and my aunts, but she didn’t say anything about what she saw. She thought that if she did my abuelita would’ve told her that she saw things because she hadn’t listened to her earlier.
It wasn’t until my mom was married that she told her older sister the story one night. My aunt remembered and told my mom that she saw the goat once too. But she had gotten scared because the goat made creepy faces at her. She too didn’t tell anyone because she was afraid nobody would believe her.
Apparently there’s this story that if you were brave enough to take down the goat or throw a cloth over it. The goat would disappear and you would find gold in it’s place. Who knows if anyone has tried it before though.