When my sister was about three years and I still did not meet six, my father rented a farm for Ayutuxtepeque (El Salvador) and went to live there for a while, the house had a long porch supported by wooden columns and that was our favorite games. Thus was born
my claustrophobia, we had a tunnel with a petate enrollado y yo me metí y al ir a la mitad mi hermana se sentó en donde estaba mi cabeza y yo no me podía mover...pero no es de eso que iba a hablar sino de una historia que se contaba sobre la casa, se decía que el dueño ya no quería vivir ahí porque estaba embrujada, que había fantasmas; Parece que la primera esposa del dueño había muerto el día de la boda en un accidente, él la había llorado poco tiempo y se había vuelto a casar, pero el fantasma de la primera mujer no lo dejaba en paz y le hacía la vida imposible tanto a él como a la segunda esposa, se aparecía cuando trataban de hacer el amor y soplaba sobre ellos con aliento gélido, les salaba la comida cuando was on the stove, made chickens lay eggs rotten. The second wife could not stand the pressure and went, the man, who apparently could not live alone, we sought a lover and it was less scary and fun of the ghost until the ghost is angry and when the woman was drawing water from pushed well and there drowned. They said she also wandered around the farm and the owner then decided to move elsewhere and rent their property but the tenants did not last long because the frightened ghosts. I heard this story when it was being told the cook
and night and could not sleep from fear, but then I was forgetting because they never saw or felt anything supernatural in that house, but I think we live there too long either, although I think the reason they were the supposed ghosts.
