When we moved to the house that we inherited from the aunt Eulalia, we found out that there was a ghost living there. It roamed all over the house crying. At first we were scared, but then we were annoyed with constant crying. We prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan, and the ghost’s soul rested in peace pretty soon and left us alone.

I made big offerings to my late aunts, uncles and grandparents for the Day of the Dead. It was so nicely arranged and displayed, that even dead men came to look at it. The problem was that the dead men weren’t my relatives and I didn’t know them. I was frightened and I prayed to the Virgin of Guadalupe. She calmed the ghosts and sent them away, and they didn’t return.

I’m an encyclopedia salesman. One day I stopped in a hotel in Celaya. When I went to sleep I heard some laughs and clearly saw the footprints appearing on the walls and the ceiling. I’m not a coward but I took the pillow and the blanket and went to sleep in the corridor. I thank the Holy Virgin for the ghosts didn’t follow me.

Gilberto Morales became a widow. He didn’t wait a year before getting married again. But then the ghost of his first wife started to appear by night. Gilberto prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan for resting the late wife’s soul in peace. The Virgin heard him, and after November 14, 1954, the ghost didn’t appear any more.

On the Day of the Dead, I was walking through the cemetery when I met a ghost. The ghost started chasing me, so I instantly sobered up from fear. I prayed to Saint Francis to whom I’m thankful because the ghost didn’t catch me and I arrived home alive.

Puebla, 1931