When I was younger, and beginning my rebellious phase, my parents sent me to El Salvador, my country of origin, to straighten up. Of course it was a vacation for me.
I was 14. My older sister was 15 as was my youngest uncle. My grandparents live in a small village where everyone knows each other. Things are very simple over there. Women should not be out alone after dark type of thing.
One night one of my older uncles, his name is Ronald, and his girlfriend, Jasmine, were going out to the centre late at night around 11 pm, and they took my sister, Edith, my youngest uncle, Christian, and I with them. In the centre there was usually buses parked in a row. These are the buses that take people from the village to a more major bus stop where they can easily catch another bus to get to the big cities. So all 3 of us were just running around the buses when we noticed a kid that looked around the same age as us, dressed in all black, running away from us, then we saw another kid but this one was dressed in all white running after the other one dressed in black. They looked like they were playing tag.
We of course got curious and decided to investigate a bit more, but we just couldn't keep up to them and kept losing them. So we thought we would just walk in front of all the buses to see where they were.
As we were walking down we saw the both of them come out and run across the street and jump over a border leading to a women's house, I can't explain it but houses over there they aren't like here. Most people spend there days outside so most houses have like a patio in the front of their home with a cement border so you can't see if someone is ducking in that area. So we decided we would go see them since they were ducking behind the border and hadn't come out yet and there was no where else for them to hide, but when we got there, there was no one there. We were all suprised and ran back to tell Ronald, my older uncle. He laughed it off, but he did tell my grandma.
I never found an explanation to this. There is a lot of stories of kids dying there in the centre. My grandma is very religious and believes in spirits. She explained it as just spirits of kids joining in our game. Kids that just wanted to play with us, but who knows.
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