Well, on December 7 here in Colombia is celebrated the day of the candles, where many families illuminate the front of their house with burning candles, and wishes are made for the future, etc.
Well, my girlfriend's mom tells me that she wanted to go to the central cemetery at night to light some candles at her father's grave, that in that cemetery all of December 7 many people go to do that, so one to earn the mother-in-law I told him that yes, of course I told a friend to accompany me so we set out on the road since it is not very far away, like 20 minutes walking from where we lived.
This is the photo of the front of the cemetery, but one thing is day and another very different at night
Upon reaching the door the guard told us that the cemetery was closed to the public and that the candles were lit at midnight and it was 10:30 pm, but if we wanted to enter then there was no problem, so we proceeded to enter, although inside there was a dim light from the street lamps, it was scary and we went to the bottom of the cemetery and we were in front of the mausoleum that we went to visit when the street lamps went out (they are with photovoltaic cells that light when the sun goes down and they turn off in the morning when it leaves again and p ... it was 11 o'clock at night,
So to run it was said, over the tombs of earth, by the labyrinths, and such was the fright that we passed by the central corridor and went to give to another sector of the cemetery, and when turning in a corner looking for the exit through one of those corridors damaged by time we faced with what I was a lady, dressed in black and veiled, we all saw her so that the scream we hit was loud, if the lady was alive we killed her susto and the scream and if it was dead we finished it even more, and we ran to the entrance where the guard asked us why we ran because we met the lady who came in right now, she told us which lady, I the only ones I left enter are you because it is still closed to the public, well we go briskly from there, and I think I will not return to that cemetery at night
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I am going to tell you an anecdote that I lived on December 7, 1994, I was 23 years old, at the time I was in love with my daughter's mother @lasdeportivas, when she was not even in jjejeje plans, but as she was pretending mom can imagine that you do anything for a Pelito (Qlito) as they say here in Colombia, "that pulls more than a guaya crane" jejejeje.
saludos amigo. ya te sigo soy@ajsp1970. Excelente alianza ya te vote en 5 de tus excelentes POST. MUY BUENOS