For the final installment in my Mexican Ghost Stories series, I’ll tell you about my very first haunted experience here.
When I lived in Acapulco, I stayed with a family for about a month. They were kind enough to lend me a room, which I thought was gorgeous! It was painted lime green, and had a large stained-glass window that took up most of the wall. For me, it was a place for relaxation.
Two days before I had to leave, I found out that the room was known by the family to be haunted. Ok… um… how am I supposed to sleep now? Turns out that an uncle of the family had stayed there once, only to be woken up in his sleep by a loud scream. He turned over, and next to his bed was a screaming duende! What he did next, I’m not sure. I would have gone to sleep in the living room.
Soon after, another aunt and uncle stayed in the room with their 3-year-old son. One evening, after the boy had been put to bed, he began screaming for his mom, telling her that he’d been woken up by someone screaming in his ear.
I spent the next 2 nights in the room with the light on, staying clear of the edge of the bed and those pesky duendes.
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