This story was told to me by my dad about a man he knew in the town he grew up at. Salamanca, Guanajuato. The man’s name is Adel. Adel was twenty one when this happened.
Adel was biking back home from a party a town over. Adel was on a bridge over a canal when he saw a woman I a white dress walking alongside the road. Adel was drunk by the way. When Adel got close enough to the woman he asked her, “why are you walking home this late at night?” When the woman turned her head to face Adel he saw something he would never forget.