La Casa Del Abuelo Y El Fantasma

   

    Cuando yo era nina viviamos en una casa muy pintoresca. Era de adobe con teja pintada de colores vivos. Toda la familia de mi mama habia nacido alli. La casa tenia muchas historias desde cuando habian empezado la construccion, y de cada uno de los que la habian habitado alli. Mi abuelo nos contaba muchisimas historias. Mi hermana y yo jugabamos en el jardin que estaba en medio de la casa, en el que decian que habia un tesoro escondido, y en que contaban historias de una mujer (fantasma) que rondaba la casa. Solo eran historias para nosotras. Pero un dia en la noche mi mama me mando a la cocina. Yo tenia que atravesar el patio para llegar a la cocina. Estaba oscuro, y al llegar a la puerta de la cocina, vi una sombra. Sali corriendo, y no volvieron a hacer mas historias.

Desde  entonces la aparicion se ha hecho presente en muchas ocasiones.

 

   My Grandparents’ House And The Ghost

 

When I was a girl we lived in a very picturesque house. It was adobe with tiles painted vivid colors. All of my Mom’s family had been born there. The house had much history, such as how people had constructed the house, and about each of the inhabitants that had lived there. My grandparents told us so many stories. My sisters and I would play in the garden that was in the middle of the house. They said it was where buried treasure was hidden, and it also was where they would tell us stories about a woman, (a ghost), who wandered around the house.  These were only stories to us. But one evening my Mom sent me to the kitchen for something. I had to cross the patio garden to get there. It was dark, and upon arriving at the door of the kitchen I saw a shadow, and I ran away!

 And since then the apparition has made itself present on many occasions.                           Diana Paz

                                               May 3, 2005