It started as a childhood game, but would follow the family from Mexico to the Midwest would haunt them for decades.

Whispers return and something unseen refuses to go away.

My name is Edwin, and here is Jesse's true scary story.

So I grew up in a town of Hamin, Indiana.

The house that we lived in was built in 1880.

It was me, father, mom, my dad. My dad decided to go see his mom. Mexico, we go.

My dad has a two-story house right there in the Sakateca, Statenago, right there in the main city.

My dad's like, hey, you guys want to go visit her Thiel Pancho and your cousin

over there at the Rancho? The ranch. Yeah, let's go. We'll go over there.

Our cousin, he's older than us, five, six years. So my cousin's like, all right, come on guys.

Let's go outside, we're gonna make a little fire.

I'm gonna tell you guys some stories.

So we're like, cool. We have a new s'm s'mores and whatever camp.

We're kids. We're like, we're excited. You know, we're first time on the rancho.

He said, I got something that really happened to me.

One time I'm out here, you know, I got my friends over.

They live on a rancho.

There's a lot of space out there.

See, we start hearing coyotes.

We're like, well, yeah, that's normal, you know. You got a big rancho. They're going to be out here. He's like, no, but the problem was there was no coyotes. He's like, we didn't see anything. We went to look, we flacced lights. He said, we out there, and he's like, we didn't see nothing. But we heard the coyotes. He's like, we know they're around.

It's not normal.

He's like, there's things out here that we cannot explain.

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