Of American Halloween my mom says, “Esto no da miedo. Si quieres miedo te llevo a mi pueblo. Conoceras lo que da miedo.”
She means that scary looking dolls and paying to get into a Scary Farm to be chased by people you know will be jumping out of walls isn’t the same as really not being able to explain what you’re seeing.
Some of my family’s stories of the paranormal:
–The burning ember of a cigarette that appeared in the spot in the orchard where my maternal grandfather smoked for years, long after he had died
–The ball of fire that bounced along the arroyo on the ranch where my uncle worked, spooking my uncle and his horse
–The window in a distant aunt’s house that appears to move inches from its physical location