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En los tiempos en que mi abuela se mudó al pueblo de la hacienda donde trabajaba, compro una casita en una de sus calles con pocas casas, pues era un pueblo que apenas estaba fundándose, ya que la mayoría de sus habitantes trabajaban y vivían en las haciendas.
Contaba mi abuela, que una de estas vecinas que vivía enfrente de su casa, tenia un marido que trabajaba de velador en uno de los pocos negocios del pueblo y se iba todas las noches a trabajar, esta mujer despedía a su marido y luego que este se iba acostumbraba a quedarse en su ventana viendo quien iba y venia.
Eso era todas las noches, era sumamente chismosa, no había situación que no pasara por esa calle que ella no se percatara y obviamente al otro día, lo que pasara era divulgado por esta señora, muchas personas cercanas y vecinos le reclamaban esa actitud pero a ella no le importaba.
Hasta el cura del pueblo la amonestaba por esta actitud y le advertía que eso podría acarrearle terribles consecuencias. Mi abuela siempre decía que la noche era para dormir, que en las noches andan sueltas las malas cosas y los malos espíritus.
Cuenta mi abuela, que una noche esta mujer que acostumbraba a estar sentada al frente de su ventana, vio que venían un grupo de mujeres vestidas de negro con unas velas en la mano, aparentemente rezando, por los murmullos que oia a medida que se acercaban por la calle.
Ella con mas curiosidad que nunca, se quedó expectante esperando a ver bien quienes eran a esas horas, eran aproximadamente como las 3am, pensó que podría ser una procesión de un difunto, pero ¿a esas horas? además nadie traía un ataúd solo velas blancas en las manos.
Ya cuando estaban frente a la casa de esta, estas mujeres se percataron de que ella estaba observándolas y se dirigieron donde ella estaba, esta espero que se le acercaran y de una vez le pregunto que se les ofrecía, una de estas mujeres saco un pequeño cofre antiguo y le pregunto si ella podía guardarle el cofre y si ella iba a estar al día siguiente a la misma hora allí.
La mujer súper curiosa les dijo que si, que no había problemas, entonces le entregaron el cofre, no sin antes advertirle que pasarían a la misma hora a buscarlo. Esta mujer como era demasiado chismosa y curiosa al irse estas mujeres abrió el cofre y lo que vio le helo la sangre, habían unos huesitos humanos como de un niño en el interior...
Ella al otro día atemorizada y aconsejada por su familia fue donde el cura llevándole el cofre, este al ver su contenido se asusto y le dijo que esto era el castigo por ser tan curiosa y metida en los asuntos de los demás y que estas eran las animas benditas del purgatorio, que sabiendo lo que ella acostumbraba hacer venían por ella, al termino de venir a buscar su cofre.
El cura le dijo que la única forma de que se librara de este castigo, era que consiguiera un bebé de pocos meses y que este llorara justo a la entrega de aquel cofre, pero había un problema nadie en el pueblo quería "prestarle" a su bebé para esa "misión" tan insólita y temeraria.
Solo después de casi que a ultima hora y luego de rogarle a una familiar que tenia un bebe fue que logro que esta accediera a prestarle a su bebe pero ella llevando a su niño en todo momento. Cuando estas mujeres llegaron a la hora convenida, la mujer estaba en su ventana como siempre y la otra escondida tras de la ventana con el bebé.
Cuando estas exigieron la entrega de su cofre, la mujer rápidamente volteo y pellizco terriblemente a la pobre criatura, soltando esta un llanto doloroso y lastimero. Al primer grito del bebé estos espectros o animas desaparecieron en el acto justo enfrente de ellas. Al día siguiente fue el cuento del día y por mucho tiempo.
El niño quedo con una cicatriz en el brazo del pellizco tan fuerte que le dio la mujer, pero esta experiencia le enseño a ella y a muchos en el pueblo de que estar pendiente de la vida ajena era cosa que no se debía hacer y menos en las noches, quedando en la memoria de muchos, contando la de mi abuela que es la narradora de esta historia y la de mi madre que nunca la olvido.
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When my grandmother moved to the town from the hacienda where she worked, she bought a small house in one of the streets with few houses, because it was a town that was just being founded, since most of its inhabitants worked and lived in the haciendas.
My grandmother told me that one of these neighbors who lived in front of her house, had a husband who worked as a watchman in one of the few businesses in town and went to work every night, this woman fired her husband and after he left she used to stay at her window watching who came and went.
That was every night, she was extremely gossipy, there was no situation that did not happen on that street that she did not notice and obviously the next day, whatever happened was disclosed by this lady, many people and neighbors complained to her about this attitude but she did not care.
Even the village priest admonished her for this attitude and warned her that this could have terrible consequences. My grandmother always said that the night was for sleeping, that bad things and bad spirits are loose at night.
My grandmother tells that one night this woman, who used to sit in front of her window, saw a group of women dressed in black with candles in their hands, apparently praying, because of the murmurs she heard as they approached from the street.
She was more curious than ever, she waited expectantly to see who they were at that time, it was about 3am, she thought it could be a procession of a deceased, but at that time? besides no one brought a coffin only white candles in their hands.
When they were in front of her house, these women realized that she was watching them and went to where she was, she waited for them to approach her and asked her what she was offering them, one of these women took out a small antique chest and asked her if she could keep the chest and if she was going to be there the next day at the same time.
The very curious woman said yes, that there was no problem, so they gave her the chest, but not before warning her that they would be there at the same time to pick it up. This woman as she was too gossipy and curious when these women left she opened the chest and what she saw made her blood run cold, there were some human bones like those of a child inside?
The next day, frightened and advised by her family, she went to the priest with the chest, when he saw its contents he was frightened and told her that this was the punishment for being so curious and involved in the affairs of others and that these were the blessed souls of purgatory, who, knowing what she used to do, came for her, when she finished coming to look for her chest.
The priest told her that the only way for her to get rid of this punishment was to get a baby of a few months old and that it would cry right after the delivery of that chest, but there was a problem: nobody in the village wanted to "lend" her baby for such an unusual and reckless "mission".
It was only after almost the last minute and after begging a relative who had a baby that she was able to get her to agree to lend her baby to him, but she would carry her child at all times. When these women arrived at the agreed time, the woman was at her window as usual and the other was hiding behind the window with the baby.
When they demanded the delivery of her chest, the woman quickly turned and pinched the poor creature terribly, and it let out a painful and pitiful cry. At the baby's first cry these specters or animas disappeared on the spot right in front of them. The next day was the story of the day and for a long time.
The child was left with a scar on his arm from the strong pinch the woman gave him, but this experience taught her and many in the village that being aware of other people's lives was something that should not be done, especially at night, remaining in the memory of many, including my grandmother who is the narrator of this story and my mother who never forgot it.
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