My mom lived in a remote town in mexico. Even for mexico my moms family was pore. Thay lived one house away from a cementary.
My mother was a meare 7 year old girl and my moms brotherwas 5. One night my moms mom (grandmother) went out to make some money doing random jobs. She would not returne until the next day. My mom was in the house next to a small furnace. It was runing low on logs. So she got some from the kitchen. She herd th curtens fall from above the sink for no unexplainable reason. And right ther on a garbage can next to the window, pressing its face on the glass was a no bigger than 3feet man witha hood like on an elf looking a my mom with an overly happy, sinister smile. My mom ran and yelled and she began to heer scraches on the walls from all sides. The house had a hole on the door wher the thing ws sticking its foot in. My mom was driven to th point of anger and she picked up a ax used for fire wood logs and yelled out in spanish ” Leave… , LEAVE now or i will kill You!” The foot left th scratching stopped. Later that night she heard more scratching and more noice but this time she just hudeldin a bed with her brother and prayed for ther lives. When the sun rose the noice stoped. when she toled my grandmother she said thay where crazy.
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