THE MYSTERIOUS TREASURE

Many years ago, my grandfather's neighbor insisted that in the courtyard of her house there was a buried treasure of morocotas (gold coins) that had to be taken out so that the dead could rest in peace. The grandfather did not pay attention to her, but she managed to convince his children to look for him over the weekend. The boys made fun, they laughed but they kept opening gaps and nothing.

They bought beer and that's how they spent the day, when the night arrived for them it was awful, they could not sleep, the lights went off and on, the beds moved, the objects fell by themselves. The next day they told what happened, the grandfather told them the dead do not play, and from there they passed unusual things: one had a car accident, another fell off the ladder and the other was thrown out of work. It was the curse of the dead, they had to go to church and pray that the soul of the dead would rest in peace and leave them alone.