Yes, I think. And, if I did, it would be irrefutable proof that I've already gone crazy. How, if you do not believe them, explain the morning greeting I get to get to work? I do not know as much as others do, but I do trying to get my ghost is a daily event, something that is not going to kill me a fright. I think this is better because I have not managed to que se vaya y deje de jugar con los artículos de oficina, o que ya deje de jugar con las luces.
Sé que no quiere hacerme daño, pues si esa fuese su intención, ya estaría yo recluido en algún manicomio, o bien, formando parte de esa extraña estadística de los que tienen el “susto mortal” como causa del fallecimiento en los servicios forenses. Apenas el 30 de Abril me traje un puñito de dulces y se lo dejé en el tercer escalón de la escalera que sube al tercer piso, donde la vi por primera vez. Los dulces no desaparecieron, pero si su olor y su sabor… así es, me atreví a probarlos después de que escuché las risillas de alegría.
The caretaker of the building suddenly gives me a nervous smile, I doubt that will be used to this small ghostly presence, but has no other. And Tita ... I mean, so affectionately call him, was not here before me. She followed me from the former offices of Fidalgo Street here. I was already researching the archive of the news agency I work for and read the February 13, 1987, a woman died, along with his little daughter to whom had been very sick to the clinic Alameda, overwhelmed by a driver drunk in the corner of this street and avenue Sayula. I understand that Tita is sick, then all of a sudden, violent coughing can be heard in the dark bucket elevator ... that's why we always go up the stairs.
The advantage of Tita, is that my schedule, which begins at five in the morning, is not monotonous. Sometimes when I go to the Bodeguita, I get the ball rolling green with white stripes going around. "Good morning" - I say usually, not without some chills. "Gustas? ... ah, but do not drink coffee pekes "... I'm talking and I calm down a bit nervous. It passes me and I turn on the light to enter, laughing with my goodies and even tells me that someone is coming. Tita is great, but so far, nobody has talked about it ... you know ... not everyone supported their ghosts.
This is the result of my attempt to compete on the Internet, answering the question Do you believe in ghosts? ... Hopefully come to fruition, that beforehand serves me, because writing is something I love to do, but it has deprived me and fun.
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