A ghost story…
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Chapter IX: The girl and the mango tree
Downtown alleys, Queretaro City, Queretaro
“It seemed that on various occasions, people had felt that aroma, the fragrance of flowers, if you will, unexpectedly and always here, on this patio and at this time of the day.”
“Now, as it happened, when her mother was buying the house, many years before (that would have been your great-great-grandmother), this had happened to her, precisely at the same time and the same spot. It seems that she was also checking out the house with a salesman, for she was about to buy the house. When they arrived at this patio, she perceived the sweet aroma of the flowers.”
“Grandmother, I think you’re starting to freak me out! I have this strange feeling that you’re making up this ghost story to scare me…”
“No dear,” she answered sadly as she stroked my hair and smiled at me, “if there’s one thing I would never do to you, it’s to try and scare you with something that happened so many years ago.
“Then, tell me, Grandmother, why does this happen?” I asked, but not really sure I wanted to find out.
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