v3n3vinus

I've been experiencing paranormal stuff since a was a child, so I have a lot to share, but for now I'll give you this piece, hope you enjoy it if you're a fan of this type of stories!

I grew up in a big house, small town, the house has a big hall in the middle separating the rooms in the left side and the living room, the eating room, the kitchen and the bathroom in the right side.

It was a stormy night and the light had gone out. We were in the dark, my mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner and I was with my brother and my cousin in the living room, telling jokes and watching the storm, the lightning and listening to thunders. As usual we started talking about ghosts and making fun of it, we were kids, I might have been about 10 years old at that time.

My mom called me to help her in the kitchen and my cousin came with me to help, my brother stood in the living room, he was sitting in one of the individual couches and when I came back from the kitchen he told me someone touched his shoe, he was with one leg hanging out the couch and felt the touch, I was surprised but okay. The real ghost jokes started when my brother saw my cousin coming from the kitchen and said "wait a minute, I just saw you going inside the room".

He said he saw a woman white dressed going inside the room and thought it was my cousin, but she was with my mom and I in the kitchen. Out of nowhere we called the woman MARTINA, and as kids started making fun of it. And we were talking about her as she was there with us, all good til that moment. There was a woman ghost around and we were just laughing... Dinner time came and we were telling my mom what happened and joking about it, till we said the name MARTINA! My mom, under the light of a candle guys 🕯️ as creepy as she could look, starred at us very upset 👺 and told us to respect!

We were 😶😶😶

Turns out, my mom is one of the oldest of 14 siblings, her big sister named Martina died horribly murdered by the man she was supposed to marry with, the day of the wedding. My mom is from The Andean Mountains of Venezuela, it was a large field and a very small town. Her sister was getting married and that day she found her fiance drunk and decided not to marry, the man chased her and stabbed her in the chest, my mom was the person who found her and she was the last person Martina saw before she died.

So... Yes guys, we probably saw Martina's ghost and she told us her name.

Let me know what you think about the story? Seems like this is a true crime and spooky story at the same time 😳

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