02/12/2021, 11:25 - 11:33.
I believe in ghosts. How could I not believe in them? After all, I’ve seen one.
I was three years old, and our house in El Berro was under renovations so we were staying over at my grandma’s. My grandpa’s bedroom was back then a guest's room, so that’s where my parents and I slept for a few months. I don’t take naps anymore, but as a child I used to take my mandatory siestas, and one afternoon my mom was taking me to bed after lunch when I saw him. I can’t remember the conversation, but I vividly remember the sight of an old man in shepherd clothes lying face down on the bed. My mom remembers it too, she says I cried and got really nervous and that I kept saying that there was a man sleeping on the bed, when there was actually no one there.
There’s this myth that little kids can see ghosts until you tell them that they’re not real. I think it may not be a myth at all.
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