The GHOST In the quarter where I live has a cemetary and, because of it, many histories of ghost are invented. The last one that they had invented was incredible. They say that everything started in a dark and very rainy night, had a cold wind, the street was desert, nobody was atreveu to leave house in that night, except Marina that said not to have fear of ghosts. ' ' These things do not exist, do not have fear of deceased, the livings creature are that they are perigosos' '. It said, whenever the subject was ghosts. Determined to buy a wine to follow it na solitude of its room, Marina was, without fear, to the street. It bought its wine, it looked at some show windows and, as already it was being late, it decided to go for house.
After walking two you square, it started to rain, to arrive the house fastest, decided that to pass in front of the cemetary it would be the best thing to make. Then, it walked feeling the drizzle to wet softly its hair, to the few, was feeling its coat more weighed, therefore, to that height, it rained strong. It walked fast stepping on with force in puddles that if they had formed previously, in that day it had rained very. It passed in front of the cemetary, for surprise its, felt a light chill when perceiving a countenance leaving the necropolis, walked still more fast when it perceived that she was being followed, thought soon about assault and, literally, it ran. It entered in gasping house, it locked the door with the security crossbar, put a chair behind the same one, for precaution, and only was to take a gostoso bath while the wine froze. Quentinha prepared the bathtub with a water and was well there relaxing, to recover of the scare.