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20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A.
20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A.
20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A.
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"20 Ghostly Tales From Mexico and the U.S.A." is a 60-page ebook of true stories that the author has experienced herself or gathered from others. There are no easy explanations for these incidents. If you believe in ghosts, spirits, and reincarnation, these stories are for you!

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Release dateSep 28, 2017
ISBN9781370160402
20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A.
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Ellen Mary Lewin

Ellen Mary Lewin retired in 2017 after thirty years of teaching mainly English to speakers of other languages in an urban community college in Minnesota. She has always been fascinated by ghosts, spirits, and reincarnation. She also enjoys walking over six miles daily, learning about weather phenomena and the changing seasons, speaking Spanish, vegan eating, writing and editing, and investigating how social media shapes the world we live in. She likes just about any activities that include her daughters and granddaughters, and is slowly figuring out what the world of retirement looks like. 20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A. is her first ebook project.

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    20 Ghostly Tales from Mexico and the U.S.A. - Ellen Mary Lewin

    20 Ghostly Tales From Mexico and the U.S.A.

    Published by Ellen Mary Lewin at Smashwords

    Copyright 2017 Ellen Mary Lewin

    Smashwords Edition License Notes

    This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material herein is prohibited.

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and didn’t purchase it, or it wasn’t purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Disclaimer: The people, places, and things mentioned in my stories are what really happened to me or to others with whom I spoke. Some names have been changed or omitted to protect identities where necessary or appropriate.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One: The Touch Before The Ants

    Chapter Two: Total Disarray!

    Chapter Three: The Jacket

    Chapter Four: The Clothes Drying Rack

    Chapter Five: No Painters at MY House!

    Chapter Six: My Mother-in-Law’s Footsteps

    Chapter Seven: Mira! Look!

    Chapter Eight: Frankie’s Casket

    Chapter Nine: Floating Lady

    Chapter Ten: Big Al Saves the Day, Frequently!

    Chapter Eleven: Coincidence? Divine Intervention? Karma? Who Knows!

    Chapter Twelve: Footsteps After School and The Walking Crutches

    Chapter Thirteen: Frozen Like a Statue

    Chapter Fourteen: How Did He Know?

    Chapter Fifteen: Scary Dog

    Chapter Sixteen: The Loud Crash of Broken Glass

    Chapter Seventeen: The Rocking Chair

    Chapter Eighteen: The Watchful Ghost

    Chapter Nineteen: Spirits Don’t Like Trouble At Home

    Chapter Twenty: Troubled Tenant

    About Ellen Mary Lewin

    Chapter One: The Touch Before The Ants

    This is a true story, just like all of my stories in this book. It happened to me when I lived in and visited Mexico in the 1970’s and 1980’s.

    I lived in a tiny town: Higuera de Zaragoza, located in the Mexican state of Sinaloa, found on the country’s western coast. My then-husband’s family’s house had been built in the late 1800’s and hugged two sides of a main street right across from the town’s plaza and the single big Catholic church. My husband’s great-grandfather had owned a lot of land, and in fact his tomb was perched on a hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Great-grandfather had much wealth as an adult, and he used some of it to build the big old family house and the town’s church. I’m sure the tomb is still there.

    One must try to visualize this house… it’s not like houses in the U.S.A. It’s a long one-story structure wrapped along two streets that form a corner. Within it there’s an open-air/no-roof courtyard with trees, plants and no flooring but the earth where adults and children gather to sit, eat, play, and so on. There was even an old outhouse in the patio back when I lived and visited there, and a washing machine, a large metal basin to give little children baths, and plenty of chairs for visitors and family who often sit around a table to chat or eat in the fresh air, plus long ropes for hanging clothes to dry, toys from the kids, and a cat or two roaming around. Then there are areas and rooms bordering the patio that include living rooms, bathrooms, kitchens, and bedrooms that run along each side of the house, and walls on both ends of the huge building that connect to other houses on both of the streets that the house faces. There are no spaces between houses like one often finds in the U.S.A. The entire block looks like a one-level fortress with my then-husband’s family’s house anchoring a major portion of their part of the block.

    The walls of the house are very high, maybe fifteen feet or more. When I lived in and visited the house, some interior rooms had doors, and some didn’t. There’s a set of two huge tall wooden doors with metal latches that mark the official entry to the entire structure on the side of the house facing the town’s central plaza, but there’s also another smaller entry along the other street and side of the house where younger family members reside. Back then, the elderly aunties held down one side of the house that bordered both sides of the two main doors, and one of the auntie’s nieces lived with her husband and several children and then later grandchildren and other relatives in the other parts of the house. One family member even ran a small business out of one of the rooms facing the street, selling writing paper, cards, ribbons, candy, mailing boxes, and the like.

    Bats flew in and out of the aunties’ side of the house at night, and it wasn’t unusual the next morning to find bat guano in the drinking glasses left out on the kitchen table! Cucarachas also scurried around the bathroom and kitchen after sunset. Some of the light sources were simply bulbs dangling from single electrical wires here and there throughout the house. The walls were a dark green color, and the furniture was very old and handed down through the generations. There were faded paintings and photos of relatives on some of the walls in the aunties’ living room. Because of the open courtyard and lack of doors in some rooms, being at home felt like living outside. The house was truly a piece of local history, and while it has been updated and renovated many times over in the past 40 years, the description just outlined is the house I knew. At night, I would start to worry about ghosts and spirits because of the stories I had heard from family members living there and because of the general ambience that surrounded me.

    As I do believe in ghosts, I always slept with candles burning in one

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