Tropical Encounter

Name:            Rafael Hernandez
Email:           Zypher1@prodigy.net
Location:        Puerto Rico
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Monday, April 03, 2000
Time:            12:11 AM

Everyone knows the Caribbean is filled with strange things, like voodoo, and the chupa cabras. I never really believed in any of it, being a logical rational young man, my stepmother and grandmother always told me tales about hauntings and such. I always doubted them, looking for the scientific explanation. 

Once I hit 17, I didn't have much time to listen to such things, I was active in school and liked to go out to dances with my girlfriend. it was on one such night, my belief in logic would be questioned (and for a time, my faith in my sanity) I was walking home from one such dance, the road I was taking was densely populated up to a point which was called las Piedras, or the rocks. Later in the month I found out from my grandmother that it was an old native Caribbean Indian cemetery, that was bought by a rich, Spaniard who had the land leveled, and the remains burned. He also had the stones that marked the graves pulled out and tosses. 12 people died building the house he had erected on the land, all from strange happenings, accidents, snake bites Dengue (a very lethal sickness) heart attacks, and such, but finally the house, was finished. 

Strangely enough The man moved out of the house, five months after he moved in, abandoning it to the wild. The road I was walking down had a junction leading into the property, with five or six wooden houses about 100 feet from the road. As I pasted the junction and the first set of houses, I saw a woman standing on one of the paths to a house. She was a old woman about 65 years old, in a white dress, holding a rosary in her hand. Not thinking much of it, I continued walking and said, "good evening" she replied in normal custom with "good evening, blessings my child". after passing her I looked at my watch, it was 1:00am why would such an old lady be standing by the road. I turned to ask if she was in trouble, but she was gone! 

I then ran the remaining kilometer to my house, and told my stepmother the whole story. She told me the next day, that I was paste white, which is strange because, I have a great tan, even in the winter.