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From a Visitor in
Oklahoma
Okay, well I have several stories to tell you, but they are not about me, they are about my dad and his family members. So sit back and relax, and read these spine tingling stories.
When my dad was younger and he lived in Mexico he liked to hang out with his friends. I know, your probably thinking that they would go somewhere like a park or restaurant, but that's not where they liked to hang out. They liked to hang out at the cemetery in the middle of the night, right about midnight. Well one day they were walking into the cemetery and talking like normal and they went to lay down one the graves. They were all quiet when my dad heard a little boys voice say, "who's there?" (But in Spanish). My dad just ignored it because he thought that he was just hearing things but then he heard it again. He asked his friends if they had heard the voice and they all said that they had so they got freaked out and ran all the way home.
This next story is about my uncle. (This is going to be a short story) My uncle used to live in some apartments by a cemetery somewhere in Mexico. One day he decided to go to a dance that was not to far away from the apartments, so he walked. On his way back he saw a newspaper in the middle of the street so he decided to kick it and when he did a head began to roll out from underneath the newspaper. He got really scared and ran all the way home.
On another day my uncle went to the dance again but this time he took his car. On his way back it was pitch dark. From a distance he saw a person walking on the road so he decided to go up to him to see if he needed a ride. When he got closer he saw that he didn't have a head so he speeded right passed him without looking back.
Now I'm going to tell you about my aunt's house. My aunt says that her house is haunted because she had heard dishes crash down to the floor. She also said that every time her friend comes over she would ask her about a cute little boy that she saw in her house. She said that the only boy she had was her son Jorge but he was at school. One day she said that she saw a boy walk across the hallway and into his son's bedroom. They both went to check and didn't find anything. Another day when his son Jorge was home she was washing the dishes when she heard something behind her. When she turned around she saw a little boy with blond hair. On that same day Jorge was playing under the table with his toy cars and he was talking to someone. His mom believes that it was the little boy. On another night my uncle was sleeping in his bed when all of a sudden the little boy (or whoever it was) pulled the blankets off. My uncle is used to that now though, and every time the blankets are pulled off my uncle just says stop it and the little boys stops.....for a while.
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