On the road that leads from Cumaná to Mariguitar-Sucre State-Venezuela. Bordered in all its extension by an infinite sea and a shining sun, on the shores of these beaches in past centuries there were no roads, there were only dirt roads without asphalt, since at that time there were no automobiles, the inhabitants of these towns moved from one place to another walking, on horses and donkeys. At that time there was no electricity or running water services, the source of water was the river. In this scenario, the settlers began to settle on the shores of the beach and the river that flowed into it. Among these hamlets were El Peñón, Camacuy, Calzadilla and Mariguitar, inhabited by small settlers. These roads led to other small towns that bordered with other towns in the same state.
The inhabitants of El Peñón say that a young woman named Arminda lived there more than 40 years ago. One day she went out with her friends on an excursion. In the late afternoon, they decided to return. Her friends called out to her: "Arminda, where are you?". She did not answer. They searched for her for several days and never heard from her again, she was presumed dead. Her parents left the village and never came back after this incident. The house was abandoned, and other families invaded
As the years went by. When the sun was setting, giving way to night, under the moonlight, Mr. Florencio came on his horse with a bunch of corn cobs, to sell them at dawn to the people of the surrounding villages. As he was riding along the road, he saw a girl in the distance, who held out her hand to him, indicating that he should stop, so he did. She addressed him "Sir, my name is Arminda, can you take me to my house in El Peñón?" He answered:
"Get on the horse".
After riding a good stretch we arrived at the entrance of the Rock, we passed in front of a farmhouse and she said:
"Please leave me here, I live in that blue house, come tomorrow I will give you a present for the favor you did me". She waved goodbye.
The next day, the Lord on horseback arrived at the young woman's house. A lady came out, and he asked her, "Is Arminda well? The lady replied, "This young lady lived here, she was thought to be missing and dead for 40 years." The man said goodbye and returned home with a high fever, his face yellow like a neon butterfly his hands were shaking his wife asked him:
"What's wrong with you?".
"He tells her what happened to him the night before", his wife replies:
"Arminda is a fright, possessed by a spirit that appeared to you",
A few kilometers beyond the Peñón is the beach of Camacuey. According to the story of some locals: On the slope of the hill lived in a very large farm, a very rich Lord, he had many morocotas buried in a hole in the ground, he also had many slaves in his service, he was very despotic. All the slaves abandoned him, only one who knew the secret of the hiding place of the morocotas did not want to abandon him, years passed, and the two got old, they decided to take out the burial. But there was a problem, when the master wanted to take it out, the slave did not want to. One day there was an earthquake and the farm was walled up with its two members. The inhabitants of Camacuey say that when night falls, when they pass by this place, they hear voices and a shadow comes out.
Mrs. Brunilda, an inhabitant of this town, passed by there at 10 o'clock at night, in the gloomy darkness she heard a conversation between two people who said:
"Take out the burial...! I'm not taking it out."
Then she saw a shadow that rose and tucked her in, she was as frightened as could be and ran desperately until she reached her house.
A few kilometers further on is Playa Calzadilla. There is an abandoned house there. Juan told how one night he passed by there and saw a burial with a wooden coffin, carried by four men in ragged clothes, he could not believe his eyes, but the ones carrying the urn were coming towards him. He ran until he managed to escape, he arrived home sick. The same thing happens to everyone who passes by at night.
Mrs. Maria, an inhabitant of Mariguitar, as she was very poor, waited for 12 o'clock at night to make her move, which she did in one of those wheelbarrows used in the constructions, there she deposited her mattress, and the few clothes she had. In that town the church is a few meters from the cemetery and she saw three women who came out of the cemetery praying, they were dressed in black with a tulle tunic of the same color that covered their faces, they entered the church doing the same, Maria's eyes widened, her skin bristled. The old man who was driving the wheelbarrow said to her: "
"Those are the souls of Purgatory, Don't be scared, rather they protect you, don't scream or make noise". Then they observed that again they returned to the cemetery and from there they did not leave again. The old man adds:
"The one who sees those souls in their future goes to them very well. Maria said:
"I am very afraid, I prefer not to see them anymore".
As the years went by, population growth and technological advances. Government agencies designed public service policies: asphalting of roads because automobiles were incorporated to transport users, public lighting, piped sewage, all these services reached the most remote towns in the state.
In spite of all these advances. Today, ghosts and shadows of the dead, burials and souls in purgatory continue to appear at night in these towns.
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