The tale of "La Chificha"
When I was a child, I spent much time with my grandmother. I still remember how she used to place her rocking chair to watch the sunset, and I, holding with my hands a glass of hot coffee, sat down to watch and listen to her while she told me many stories, some of her youth, others of the history of our town and many horror tales. Her voice and gaze, which at that time were not as muted as now, made me always feel like the protagonist of these stories. It is said that there are stories that should not be told, but this one should not be forgotten; it must transcend in time and in the minds of new generations since "a town is kept alive thanks to its children who tell its story." Source:https://aminoapps.com/c/creepypastasamino-1/page/blog/la-chificha-leyenda-ecuatoriana/Rr4z_5PMTwuwjkeMq8aG11azD2eqL85JqW1 Legend had it that in Cayambe, there was a widower and a feeble man. Despite that, he had two children, a boy and a girl. They lived in a very humble way, practically with...