When was fifteen years old I went to my uncle Pedro's farm on vacations, the stories about ghosts and witches were common, but when we are young we do not pay to much attention and we do not believe in ghosts.
But life always has something prepared to teach us. We used to spend some ours a day visiting my aunt Gloria's relatives, they lived in a farm near ours, we always went in the afternoon and went back home at night.
One night when we were going back home my cousin Edwin, my aunt Gloria and I, a shadow of a big man ran down from a hill on the right side of the road, just three or five metters far from us at a great speed, but we could not hear any sound of the steps and the shadow was as big as the Marvel chraracter Hulk. I was riding a donkey and the animal felt something strange because it stopped and did not wanted to keep on walking.
My cousin Edwin did not see anything so he did not know what was happening, my aunt decided not to continue but I encouraged her to do it, I took the bowie knife and the lamp and make them follow me.
we finally got home and entered to the same bedroom nobody wanted to sleep alone that night, my uncle was not with us, because he was drinking some beers in another town.
Some hours later we heard him coming, he knocked at the door and asked us to open quickly, he was scared and sweating profusely.
He told us that when he was coming he heard strange noises behind him, and he thought that somebody was coming but nobody answered his requests, we told him about our experience too, later we heard the cows walking in the living room and in the kitchen and they were breaking everything but nobody wanted to get out to see.
Next day when we got up and got uot the bedroom everything was normal, nothing was broken and we did not see any signs of the cows.
That was really scarry for me and my relatives, now I can say that spirits world is real.
