Scary!

I live in Mexico City. Around 1995, may family and I were living in an apartment at Colonia Roma, a downtown neighborhood. The building has an open courtyard between two rows of apartments. A
couple of gay young men, Hector and a friend, moved to the apartment that faced ours. They were nice neighbors but were always pressed for money and to solve this, they sublet a room in their apartment to other people, mostly gay like them. Thus, it was a surprise for my wife, when, some morning as she was going through her housecleaning, she saw a pretty little girl in the window of Hector’s apartment waving at her. She waved back thinking that the girl’s family may be new tenants.

Later on, when Hector knocked our door asking for something, my wife chided him telling him that maybe he was tired of gays that came and went and would now have a decent family as tenants. Hector was dumbfounded and said that there was no little girl in his house. But a friend of his who was accompanying him said that one night when he had stayed over, he had seen the little girl in the corridor but that he had not thought anything of it.

Later on, my daughter brought a date over for lunch. They were sitting in the dining room and the young man was facing Hector’s apartment. Suddenly, my daughter saw his friend waving his hand. She asked him to whom was he waving and he said that there was a little girl across the courtyard that said hello to him. My daughter couldn’t resist taking a scared look and she saw the little girl also. Later on we found that a family had lived there a long time ago and that they had a little girl who died. We never saw her again.

submitted by Rafael