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0:05 With some regularity we went to Toluca to visit my grandparents. Our visits were more frequent when my grandfather died. At that time, my grandmother was left alone and, due to the absence of her husband, she fell into a severe depression. On one occasion, one of her neighbors spoke to my mom to tell her that my grandmother was in bad shape. She immediately went to Toluca to see her. My grandmother, as soon as she saw her, began to cry telling her that she was very lonely and no longer wanted to live in that house where everything reminded her of her family among her four children, they made the decision to take her home so that she would not be the responsibility of one. Everyone would take care of her for a month.

0:54 So, she could be in different places with her kids. The first time he came to our house in Guadalajara, my grandmother spoke very little. Most of the time. She was quiet and absent, as if she were living in another time of her life. Because of the support and affection we gave him little by little, he came out of that sadness. Like my mom saw her so happy. He told her she could stay longer in the house, not just the month they had agreed. My happy grandmother accepted after three months went to spend the days with Uncle Juan. He went to Pachuca. We never heard back from my grandmother that she got sick. The bad news was that the next time she came to the house, she was sick.

1:40 One of my uncles took her to the doctor because she got sick. According to the doctor who treated her, she had diabetes. We should have had extreme care in their diet and in their medications. But when I saw my grandmother she looked like someone else, she didn' t even look up when it came to talking, she couldn' t understand her clearly. She was dragging her tongue and, if that were not enough, she was very tired. Most of the time she was asleep, she was no longer with her group of church friends. He stopped attending religious events he loved so much. I didn' t exaggerate my grandmother looked like someone else. When she sat on the living room furniture to watch TV, she fell asleep and didn' t even see her. But that wasn' t all. From that second time I came to the house, I felt a strange feeling. Every time I got close to her. It was like I was afraid of him.

2:38 I no longer felt the warmth of his closeness or confidence. It' s hard for me to explain. She had her own room that was next to mine. At night I realized if he got up, especially because he had a problem with his right leg. He had trouble moving her when she was walking, and she listened clearly when she was dragging her. The first night I was back home, I was doing my homework, it was past one in the morning, and I didn' t realize when my grandmother got up because she was wearing hearing aids. I was a little hungry and went to the kitchen. I just took the light off my cell phone. I was surprised when I saw my grandmother standing on the side of the stove, she didn' t move. I had a look missing. The moment I saw her I screamed, but my grandmother didn' t react. He just stood there and said nothing. He didn' t even seem to notice my presence.

3:38 After I missed the scare, I approached her to support her. I asked him if he needed anything. She didn' t even listen to me. She stared at the wall I took her hand to take her to bed in her room. She let herself be guided without refusing. As I entered his room, I felt as if the one else was inside. It was a weird feeling. I laid my grandmother on her bed, covered her with her blanket and sat on her bed for a while. My grandmother was still open- eyed. He didn' t realize my presence much less what was happening. I can' t deny to see her lying down with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. It scared me a little. I preferred to leave the room and before leaving I heard a very low sound. It was kind of a whisper, but I couldn' t tell it clearly. Just to get out of doubt. I turned around and looked out at the window in case there was anyone out on the street, but I didn' t see anyone. The street was completely empty. I only saw a dog lying in front of the house. The murmur kept listening to him. I couldn' t figure out where it came from. As I searched several parts of the room, I began to hear it louder. It was my own grandmother who murmured words that I couldn' t tell. It was quite disturbing to see her talking with her eyes wide open. I started to move her so she

5:12 could get out of the trance she was in. I was talking to her, but she was still acting the same without realizing my presence. I was scared to keep listening to her and I walked out of the room. When I was in my room, I felt safer. She was still nervous. I was walking from one place to another trying to understand what was happening to my grandmother. I heard they were banging on the wall It was three dry blows and they were soon more intense. I went back to Grandma' s room carefully. I opened the door, but my grandmother was already asleep, she had settled on her side and no longer had her eyes open. It all seemed normal. The next morning I heard my grandmother opening the door to the room. I went out to talk to her and see how she was, but she didn' t even turn to see me. He went to sit in the dining room chair and kept his look lost. My mother went into the kitchen. She started making breakfast I came up to tell her quietly what was going on with my grandmother. She stopped cooking. He gave me a lot of attention by telling me that during the day he also had strange behaviors. The best thing was to take her to the doctor. That same afternoon, my mother took my grandmother to the doctor. He did the corresponding review saying that his sugar levels were high. When my mother told him how strange she was. He pointed it to the sugar levels in his blood.

6:43 He gave her another treatment. Medicine did its job. My grandmother started getting out of the absent state I had. He didn' t talk much, but at least his behavior was more normal. In the afternoon I arrived from school, I sat next to her to talk a little with her. She started telling me Isabel was a very strange woman. She didn' t feel comfortable at home. Isabel was my uncle Juan' s wife. While he told me that he no longer wanted to go back to his son Juan' s house, because Isabel had a behavior he didn' t like. She used to do rituals and work at home. When I asked her what kind of jobs she was doing to her, she couldn' t answer me anymore.

7:29 It seemed that his memory had been erased because he grabbed his head trying to remember without getting it. I told him it was normal for him to forget some things. With the support of the family and the new treatment, my grandmother began to stabilize. He was no longer so absent, but he no longer had the courage to go to church. Only in the evenings did he keep rising as if he were sleepwalking. My mother also had to see her, and I heard a cry from her when she was found standing in the courtyard of the house looking toward the sky. Like me, my mom took her to bed. I heard her shut the door to the room.

8:16 My grandmother wasn' t the same back home. We stayed calm because he had the right treatment. When it came time to go back to Uncle Juan ' s house, she didn' t want to. She said Isabel didn ' t like it, because it made it clear to her. Also, at night, she went into her room and saw her doing strange things. My mom told him that this time he' d go with his son. If things remained the same, I' d do something about it. He also had to understand that anyone who came to a house changed the family dynamics. It was a matter of the two adapting over time. Everything would be fine. My grandmother felt like accepting what my mom told her. A few days later he went to my uncle Juan' s house. It all happened in the most complete normality, or at least that' s what we thought because we no longer heard from my grandmother until one night the house phone rang.

9:18 I was the only one who was awake in the house. On answering the phone. It was my grandmother' s voice that asked for my help, but I couldn' t quite understand him because there was an interference that no longer allowed me to listen. Then the call was cut off I dialed the phone, but no one answered me. I was restless. I didn ' t know if I woke my mom up to tell her what happened, but I was in doubt that everything was a false alarm and Grandma was just awake like she did in the house. The phone rang again. As soon as I answered, I asked my grandmother to talk to me. What yours gave you. It wasn' t her voice, it was my uncle Juan ' s, telling me that Grandma had gotten serious and they had to take her to the hospital as a matter of urgency. At the time, she was being channeled into the emergency room. I told her that my grandmother had called me minutes before he called me, but she told me that it couldn ' t be because my grandmother couldn' t have called in the state she was in and that I had been confused. I wanted to tell you it wasn' t a mix- up. My grandmother had really spoken to me and it was her house number. I knew it because I had it on my cell phone, precisely for any emergency that came up with it. I didn' t want to discuss the call anymore. I asked my uncle where she was interned. She told me that because of the complexity of her illness,

10:52 she had been transferred to the medical center in Mexico City. They were already on their way in the ambulance. They had allowed him and his wife to go with her. There was no need to wake my mom. She was already awake when she heard it sound. The phone immediately changed and told me they got him a bus ticket to go to the hospital. I didn ' t want to let him go alone because I had a bad feeling between the two of us. We packed our bags and went to the bus station while we were on the truck. I couldn' t stop thinking about my grandmother' s call, but I couldn' t keep thinking about it because my mom got another call. He told me he didn' t know the number, but he answered thinking it was his brother Juan. I couldn' t believe when I heard my mom asking my grandmother what was going on from the seat I was sitting in, I heard my grandmother' s voice telling her to help me right away, she cut off the communication. Imagine how we both got together. We wanted to be able to fly to the hospital immediately. At noon we arrived at the medical center. In the lobby was my uncle Juan, my mother immediately, asked about my grandmother' s condition.

12:13 He, with pain in his face, said that his condition was complicated. It was very serious. My mom' s reaction went to ask her a lot of questions and I think she was right to tell her that she was very well and controlled of her illness. She wondered what had happened to get her like this. My uncle was quiet. I had a big doubt about the way my grandmother communicated with me. I asked my mom to come up and see her after Isabel came down. As soon as I arrived in the room, there were several people from the hospital attending to her. I wanted in, but the nurse wouldn' t let me in. He told me he couldn' t see her anymore. At that moment. My grandmother went into cardiac arrest. They gave the hour of his death at three fifty - five o' clock in the afternoon. I couldn' t believe what I was living like from one moment to another had been destabilized in such a way as to die. Before I told my family, I sat on the waiting room chair to try to sort out my thoughts. Then I heard the voice of my grandmother speaking to me, but I couldn' t see her until I saw her reflection in the glass of the hospital window. It was she I turned back to see if she was there, but there was no one. It was her spirit that kept asking me for help, but she couldn' t understand why she did it if she was already on another plane.

13:43 It was just a moment when I saw her. Then he disappeared. I tried to keep talking to her, muttering in voice. He goes down to my grandmother telling her to tell me what happened to her, what she needed. It was important to tell me, because I didn' t know how to help her. I didn' t get any answers right away. I went down to the first floor to give my family the terrible news in the lobby there were already more relatives among cousins, uncles and more relatives. As soon as I told them that my grandmother had passed away, they were all appalled at the news and we fell like a bucket of cold water.

14:24 I didn' t mean to tell them that I could see and listen to my grandmother after she died, because I didn' t understand it or know what to think about it either. I saw two of my aunts who got away. My uncle Juan began to carry out all the formalities for the delivery of my grandmother' s body, while Isabel left. I had no idea where he was going, but he looked calm. I understood that very well, because she wasn' t directly related to my grandmother. She was the daughter- in- law, and as little as she knew, the two of them didn' t have the best relationship. I just understood it when I heard one of my aunts talk. She said Isabel had killed her because when her mother was with them she was very well controlled and without any problems with her diabetes. She said it was very rare that only when she went to Juan' s house did she get sick. I intervened to tell them that my mom also took her with a diabetes doctor and had managed to stabilize her very well. When he left the house. That' s when it started getting bad. My aunt said that this woman is a witch who surely gave her one of her concoctions so that she would no longer be a hindrance to her relationship. It seemed a little exaggerated to me that without any proof, my aunt would say that. I had a big doubt why my grandmother was asking for help. I was beginning to think it was true what he was saying. It is, moreover, to say that it was difficult and

15:58 hard to see my grandmother' s body from or inside a coffin and more because of the conditions in which she died. That night we set her up in a funeral home near downtown. It was a spacious place with a room for family to rest. It made me very sleepy in the early morning. My mom didn' t want to go to sleep, I insisted, but she refused. One of my cousins listened to me and wanted to go to the room with me. As soon as I put my head on the pillow, I fell asleep. The same thing happened with my cousin. During deep sleep. I heard my grandmother' s voice talking to me. I woke up right away. I thought it was all about a dream but again I heard them whispering. I turned around with my cousin. She was still asleep, I got up and left the room. The funeral parlor was in very little light. Most of those present were asleep. That' s when again I heard my grandmother talking to me no longer had any doubts. It was she who did not know why she could not leave this world and rest in peace. When I saw the coffin I intended to approach him, but I couldn' t do it. There was my grandmother' s body. I was afraid to see her, move or open my eyes. Still I approached to see her, but before I did a scream it got me out of my thoughts. She was my cousin who screamed very scared. It was so much his impression that he kept screaming and shaking. Her whole body was shaken

17:33 by fear I approached her to ask who she had seen. He started saying it was Grandma. Grandma had spoken to him, there was no doubt. She was really my grandmother. His spirit could not rest. I went with my mother to tell her that I saw her, too. It was necessary to do something for his soul, because it was definitive that he could not rest in peace, but my mother was devastated by the pain. It wasn ' t the time or the place to do it. At eight o' clock in the morning, the funeral parlor had to be vacated. The mass of body present was made at nine o' clock and then taken to the cemetery to bury it. The whole family was hurt by my grandmother' s unexpected death. After Mass we went to the cemetery, when we arrived two gravediggers began to carry out the work of opening the tomb. It was a property my grandparents bought. There was my grandfather' s body and now it was up to her to rest in that place. At the time the workers removed the tombstone, they were surprised by what they found inside the tomb, a doll made of grotesque clay. Next to my grandmother I had several nails embedded in different parts of the body. In the right leg had the largest and in the heart the other. Besides, the mud doll was tangled with

19:03 barbed wire. Two of my aunts got bad because they immediately left with complaints to my uncle Juan, saying Isabel had been the cause of her mother' s death. They wanted to know where Isabel was, because she didn' t show up at the funeral home or the cemetery. My uncle didn' t know what to say. He couldn' t handle the claims anymore. He left the cemetery. My aunt grabbed the doll and put it in a plastic bag. She took him to someone who knew about it. I didn ' t really know what my aunt did, because we didn' t stay in Mexico City any longer. I went back to my mother the next day.

19:45 I didn' t see my grandmother or listen anymore. That was the witchcraft that didn' t let my grandmother rest. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas. One