This story happened to my mom when she was around eight or nine years old. She used to live in a small town or a pueblo in Mexico called Vista Hermosa.

My mom, her two older sisters, and my abuelita had gone to go visit my great grandma. At around eight p.m. they headed back home which was about a mile walk. My mom said she remembers running ahead and my abuelita telling her to stop because she could fall and get hurt since it was pretty dark. My mom being a little kid still kept on running ahead and ended up arriving at the house before everyone else.