My parents were born and raised in a small town called Buenavista, Colima. They got married and moved to the States. When I was about 16 years old I went to visit the town and stayed with my aunt.
On my first night there I had planned to unpack but didn't get to it as my aunt was going to give me a tour of the town. When we headed back home I went in the room to finish unpacking and to my surprise I found a pile of clothes in the center of the room. I told my aunt, she smiled and continued with her cleaning.
That night as I was lying in bed I heard my name coming from outside, I quickly got up and peaked through the window-no one was there but a dog. I stayed there looking outside and then I saw the curtain fly up. (There's an outdoor bathroom with a curtain as a door).
I figured it was the wind. The dog starts barking from afar but towards the bathroom. So I went outside towards the bathroom but before I even got near a girl run out, smiled and faded into a tree. I was in total shock
I ran to my aunt's bedroom and told her. The girl had no shoes and wore a raggedy dress, her hair was long but I didn't see her face. My aunt paused for a second and said that's your aunt Laura who drowned in the restroom 30+ years ago.
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