The year was 1970 in Guanajuato, Mexico, and I was going to live in my old grandma’s house. The taxi drove me in front of the house as dust was flying everywhere. It seems like no rain has fallen in months. Everytime I remember the word ‘rain’ my mom would always either freak out or thank God. The house looked normal as it could ever be, like most houses in pueblos, it was made of concrete. I went inside, and immediately felt a cold chilling wind pass through me. This house is definitely haunted. My grandma would tell me that I must have been a witch in my past life because I always knew if a person was good or bad and had an intuition about certain objects. I could not sense a presence near me, but maybe the ghost or spirit was hiding away. 

    After I had unpacked my clothes and objects, I went to lay on my bed. I closed my eyes and went into a slumber. In two hours, my body decided to wake up and a chilling aura passed by. The mattress on the bed had an indentation; it felt like someone was sitting on the bed. A cold air passed through me and I started shivering. Even though I could sense a presence, my consciousness told me that it was the most scary thing I had felt. I had never had an encounter with a ghost. Maybe I should have gone with my grandma. Oh no! I knew I should have stayed home. My breath started to increase more and more. Goosebumps appeared on my arms and around my body. I felt someone caressing my hair and I immediately got under the covers. As the days passed by, cabinet doors started opening and a lot of dishes were breaking. I quickly went to the church because they knew what to do with ghosts and spirits. It took me a lot of confidence to talk to the priest because I was scared that he was going to scream at me for bringing in the devil or something. I went home and laid out the material for the conversation with the mysterious being. I lit the candles up in a circle with salt around it, while grabbing my Rosary to start praying. My chanting echoed in the house and suddenly a white ghostly figure who reminded me of La Llorona appeared in the center of the circle. My eyes widened due to her sudden appearance. I wanted to know more about her, but my mind was blank. “You knew that I was here, even before I started the hauntings.” She inched closer to me and gave me a hug. The hug felt warm but there was an ominous feeling towards it. A knife on the counter floated up and stabbed me. I knew this day was coming and I closed my eyes, ignoring the pain. This was the moment that I had always waited for.