Hello and welcome to 15 Days of Festive Fear Day.

After 15 we have made it and I have three beautiful stories for you today and the last story

comes from the 23rd of February 2021 and story number one comes from Nisha.

For good measure I am Puerto Rican about 5 foot 4 and way well that's no one's business

but my doctors.

I guess the first story I would start with is my great-grandfathers.

He sadly passed away when I was 7 years old but to this day I remember the several stories

that he would tell me.

My great-grandfather was a serious Christian man and would usually be spreading the word

of Christ with anyone he would encounter.

He was very sweet but not one to make things up.

One day as we were casually sitting on his front porch in Pior he decided to tell me a story

of when two men in black would dacson glasses and hats approached his wife.

My great-grandfather described these men in black as being really pale with long fingers

and long nails and dressed very fancy for their part of town.

They asked her if she could spare them a glass of water since they had been walking for

quite some time in the heat.

She invited them into her front living room and turned around to start walking into the

kitchen that was towards the back of the house.

As she was walking into the kitchen my great-grandfather came inside the house with their first

born who died as a child from a sickness I do not know of and my grandfather.

Only my great-grandfather sensed to these men were not of this world and started asking

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