Fuente
In my teens one of my best friends came to my house one night and said to me.
-Tonight we are going to unearth a treasure that is in front of the house.
I wasn't surprised because he was a stubborn joker, so I asked him at what time and he said 10:00 p.m., since his mother left at 9:00 p.m.
His progenitor was a prefect of a municipality of the State and for that reason she was there only a few days.
They lived alone since an accident on a bicycle caused their other brother to move so that some uncles.
We called that house, the house of terror, because its appearance was gloomy, because it lived half dark because its inhabitants did not stay in it for long.
My friend slept up to 5 times a week at my house, as we started to do something and then excused himself in that he was alone.
The reality was that he was afraid to stay there and once I discovered the reason, when I returned a favor I stayed to accompany him at home.
I didn't sleep at the strange noises felt in the place.
You could hear dishes being washed in the kitchen, steps seeming to be approaching, things falling down and you got chills every time something like that happened.
At the end we invited other colleagues but nobody could or wanted to go and at the scheduled time we took picks, shovels and a bar from my house, implements that are used in construction because my father worked in that field.
On the way he confessed to me.
-I went to Mary and she told me that in the house there is a burial and that is the reason why noises are heard and my mother always gets jobs outside the city, since there are prisoners there people who were buried.
I had always heard it said that the urbanization where we once lived was an indigenous cemetery.
Mary was a witch, in a way a friend of ours, since she was the family of a close friend.
-She told me to take a black doll out of a rag and burn it..
In the end, unbelievers or surpassed by so much superstition, given our adolescence, we made a picture on the marked site and began our work, as archaeologists in search of some treasure.
Personally it was an adventure of which I was sure we would only be tired, but my friend was one of those people who die for you and I could not leave him alone.
In the indicated place there was a rectangle of more than 4 meters of grass that had there more than ten years, reason why my skepticism grew every time that we were excavating a square of approximately 50 cms.
The work was always seasoned with jokes of my friend who among other things regretted not having a tape recorder to make a film that would be called "Two assholes in search of a black".
It was about midnight and we were about to leave, the hole was already about 80 centimeters deep when to our astonishment appeared the aforementioned black doll, made of rag, about 40 centimeters and human shape.
We almost ran out of the place and I don't think we did it because exhaustion prevented it.
How could a witch know that?
It was discardable that she had buried him since it was obvious that he had been buried there for a long time.
My friend looked for gasoline and poured it into the hole, and then set it on fire, just as the witch had told him, and we should not touch it.
The dummy was knackered.
We covered everything and came out like a roadrunner and the coyote running to my house, with hearts about to explode.
We didn't tell anyone about that experience, the truth is that a week later my friend's mother was transferred to a prefecture in the city and according to this one, the noises disappeared at night.
I never stayed there again to see this.