Nunca he sido esceptica en relación a lo sobrenatural, de hecho, siempre he sentido muchísima atracción hacia todo lo relacionado a lo paranormal. Siendo más joven, al escuchar relatos de apariciones o encuentros de este tipo, llegaba a sentir ciertos celos pues yo quería experimentar este tipo de fenómenos. Mi madre. una persona bastante empática y empapada en estos temas, tiene varias anecdotas que, cada vez que las detallaba mi curiosidad era aún mayor. También recuerdo que me encantaba escucharla relatando la leyenda de EL SILBON y que aún al día de hoy, si ella silba la tonada, me dan escalofríos en todo el cuerpo, pero sólo si es ella la que silba.
I have never been skeptical about the supernatural, in fact, I have always been very attracted to everything related to the paranormal. When I was younger, when I heard stories of apparitions or encounters of this type, I felt a certain jealousy because I wanted to experience this type of phenomena. My mother, a very empathetic person and steeped in these subjects, has several anecdotes that, each time she detailed them, my curiosity was even greater. I also remember that I loved to listen to her relating the legend of "EL SILBON" and that even to this day, if she whistles the tune, I get chills all over my body, but only if it's her whistling.
Many times, in particular situations, I had believed I had seen or heard certain things, however, after having lived a real experience, I realize that the previous cases, had been only a product of my imagination and perhaps the desire and curiosity that I felt made me force those things, If something is certain is that the human mind is incredible in its ability to create scenarios based on the environment, for example, it is very easy that, however incredulous or brave we are, after watching a horror movie, we go looking over our shoulder, looking for a ghost or specter, or, if the light goes out in a mysterious place, we will feel some presence that may or may not be there.
El caso es que, puedo ahora diferenciar entre el producto de mi incansable imaginación y una verdadera experiencia paranormal, que, aunque considero bastante común, pues la mayoría de los relatos son de este tipo, 
The thing is, I can now differentiate between the product of my tireless imagination and a true paranormal experience, which, although I consider quite common, as most stories are of this type,
Noveno Encuentro Paranormal/Ninth Paranormal Encounter
Well. All my childhood, adolescence and even many years of my adult life, I lived next to my maternal grandmother, in the same house and very close, the bond of granddaughter and grandmother was always very strong between us, until the time when her illness was getting worse, since, because of the length and weariness of it, in one way or another I started making my reaction of mourning even before she passed away, something kinda like I decided to say goodbye to the person I knew to keep her and remember her always in that way, healthy and happy. The truth is that some time passed before her death in which I, getting used to the idea of the soon ending, was saying goodbye and at the moment of her departure, let's say the blow was not so hard. Obviously I mourned her death and I felt it deeply, but I assumed the responsibility of all the formalities of the moment since neither my mother nor my uncle had the head to do it.
My grandmother passed away on June 6, 2020, in our apartment, in her bed, at the age of 93, after about 3 years in which she deteriorated little by little due to issues with her blood pressure, something quite common at that age. Thinking back, I don't remember where my daughter was at the moment when my mom announced to us that grandma was gone, of the moment I only remember that my husband was there to hold both of us at the moment of the news, however, I, for some reason kept calm, went into her room, said goodbye with a kiss on the forehead and left with the willingness to start the process as soon as possible. Those who have been through this know how tedious and overwhelming it can be. A few weeks passed in which the atmosphere at home felt strange, not in a negative way, just different, but it was time to return to our routines, because unfortunately the world does not wait for our grief and continues its course. One night, while I was waiting for my husband to arrive, I was talking to my mom who was in her room, I was in the kitchen, looking out the window facing the street. In a split second, something like a current of air ran through my body and in front of me, in a space of no more than 10 meters I saw her.
Dressed in a robe very similar to the ones she always wore, a big smile and open arms, as if inviting me to go with her, it was a flash of microseconds and just at that moment my husband walked through the door. the shock lasted for hours, even now, writing this, my tears are watering and my skin is prickling. When my mom came out of the bathroom and saw my face, she just ran to hug me and said, "I can see her too, she's happy now."
At that moment I remember that I only cried and trembled hugging the two of them, at no time did I feel fear, and to tell the truth, after that moment, the atmosphere at home became light again. We have not mentioned the event again, but, since that day, many little birds come through the kitchen window, fly to that second sofa and leave through the other window, I know it is her way of telling us that she is well and takes care of us.
Me gustaría invitar a una nueva amiga a participar en esta iniciativa, aún hay chance //I'd like to invite a new friend to participate in this initiative, there's still chance. 
