HORROR IN THE STREET

Well, this is my first attempt to write in English, so probably I'll have several mistakes in grammar and orthography, but I think you can understand::

In the last year of the University, I was nominated to receive an award called "zorrillo" (because our mascot in the chemistry school was a skunk), so that was the reason that I went to that party in a disco, so I invited my sister and some classmates to come with me.
In that period of my life, dad was stricter than today (yeah!... he could be moooore!!), so dad told us that after the party we'll take a cab to go at The Power's house (my friend) and then he was going to pick up us there.

May be at 2am we were in The Power's house (without prize, by the way) in the fucking historic downtown of the city, and my little sister, my friend and I were in the living room. The door of the entrance was open, and we were talking about the zorrillos award while we waiting for dad, "out of the blue" we listened footsteps outside in the street, we were scared beause it could be a drunkard or robber there... The door had a big dark glass so we could see like a shadow stand up there, out of the door in the sidewalk. Immediately my friend go out to see "who was it", but... there wasn't nobody in there!!!

The people say that in the downtown there are several legends about apparitions and ghost in the houses and the streets, probably those footsteps and the shadow in the darkness belong to one of them.... uuuuuuuuuu...

trick or treat!

(this was the last post about halloween, next month some about day of the dead:: my favorite day)