Everytime I visited my grandpa’s grave I saw this little girl playing in the cementary. One day i asked: ¿Aren’t you scare to be playing here all alone? She looked back at me and said “No, when I was alive I used to”
They told me not to build my house on a supposed graveyard. I believed them the night I heard knocking beneath my feet.
Speechless,I was very happy to see my family again. I only wish I could have told them I wasn’t dead, before they closed the coffin lid and lowered me into the ground.