In the country that I was born and lived for many years, Halloween is not celebrated by taking to the streets or the like. But from really scary stories I've lived for many. When she was younger, more parents had bought land in a far-off country town, built a house that was set apart from all the others, there was simply no neighborhood. One weekend we went for a walk there, and slept like a tannery. It was me, my sister and my cousins sleeping in one room, and our parents sleeping in others. When around 12:30 we heard a cry coming from outside the house, it sounded like my aunt's voice, and so my cousin opened the window and saw a girl outside who really looked like my aunt, she was crying a lot and had his hand in his face.
My cousin then calls her
- Mother? It's all right?
And she kept crying.
- Mom why are you crying? What happened?
When my cousin decides to open the door and go see what was going on, my aunt comes from behind and says
- It's not me, close the door.
At that she ran the door shut, and I went to see through the window and the woman was already gone.
That was so scary for us that we couldn't even sleep. In the morning, we had already calmed down on the subject, we were taking photographs, when in one of the photographs appears a person behind, (I would like to have this photo today to show, unfortunately it happened many years ago and not I have more) And since then we have not had the courage to go to sleep in that house, it was sold and I never forget this story, which is the scariest I have ever lived.
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