Someday, we were in tne Dolomitas’  mountain in Italy, It was really cold in the top and the first night when we were in the top, I didn’t feel good, I had high fever and I was dizzy. I couldn’t open my eyes and I was very sad, because I was feeling alone without my family and the night was dark and really terrible. My friends were scared, all the night I had chill, I and my friends were thinking, that those night I could to die, because In this place not there's a Doctor, but I could survive until the next morning and my friends could take me to the hospital in the near city and today I'm here and I'm remembering this moment like It was yesterday

  . That's was my story!!
Marìa Eugenia Agàmez Jimènez

 Four years later, try to learn to drive motorcycle and agran chance chance on the road appeared a command of cows and bulls .. My God what is this? ... I decided to crash against the fence of a farm and I ride in a tree . Lol LoL lol ... That was my luck that day !!

 One day I asked myself, why I'm so afraid of that animal and I just decided to go to a bullfight again, I went and I enjoy it.

 Now there isn't year that I don't go to the town to see the bullfights, but I tell the truth .... I'm terrified of them but I'm fascinated to see it .... Lol Lol Lol ...

 

I don't know what will be the end of this story with my bulls !!!

 

And what do you think??

 
Pamela Morales Guardo

Many years ago, in San Diego neighborhood, people told strange stories. 

My grandmother told me that when she was a little girl, she and her friends heard things. They heard a woman who cried for her son and went out at midnight looking for him. That was something really scary for her and her friends.
According to the story, every night people used to hear a noise, like someone crying and yelling the name of a boy.

The screams weren´t very loud but they made you feel weird. The voice was deep and heavy, like someone who has to do a lot of effort to talk. It was a desperate sound. It was scary but also horrible because you felt the need to stop hearing that noise. 

You could hear it, always past midnight, when there was nobody on the streets. 
Nobody never understood the name of the boy she called. The only way to stop hearing the lady crying for her lost son, was going to sleep and hope not to hear the voice the next day.

Every child of the neighborhood was afraid of the lady who came out every night looking for her son because people said that if she found any child in the streets, she would take it like her own; and obviously nobody wanted to be caught. 

Years later, when my grandmother was a teenager, her mother told her the real story.

The neighborhood was full of children, and they loved to play around and make noise, so the kids wanted to go to bed late, even in school days. 

Older people started to create stories to tell the children that make them go home early. So a lady started to tell this story to her children and they told them to their friends. In a few days, all the kids knew the story, and their parents never said the truth; instead, they began to create new features and “powers” to the old lady because they saw that it worked, and the children went early to bed.

So, everynight the parents told the kids that they heard the lady crying and they start to believe in that. With the time, this became a type of leyend and everybody knew the story.

I shouted: Who is there? But nobody responded and the strange noises stopped. 

Thirty minutes later I heard noises again, I called the guard security for watched the second floor. We up stairs but we dont saw anything.

While we down stairs the security guard said: In this building appear ghost of people lived here in the colonial time

Never I knew what happened in the second floor but I try don’t work until later in that office.

            

   When  i was 15 years old  that weekend    one night  at 2 am  I slept late while listening to music

At the time I was going to sleep I heard a very strange sound , As if someone screamed I was very scared and it seems to me that it was Then I called my mother who was in the other room and I had seen a shadow But when you look again and the apparition was not there, Anyway I tried to forget that and I fell asleep but it was not like that I felt a great chill while moving the things of the room. I left too scared and we had to leave the house and stay where my sister that night , The next day we brought some shepherds to bless the house and not go back And he would not repeat himself again that terrible night