The Day That Death Came to Town
I do not know how long ago it was that the first person died. I was not told if it was a woman or a man, an adult or a child. I was told only that the person lived in the first house on the east side of town. Then, every day for 30 days, a new person died, always on the same street in a straight line from the first death to the last, as Death visited house by house. Sometimes he would skip a house or three or five, but every day, he would visit a new house on that street, moving always Westward until at last, a month later, he passed out of town. Ever since, people have remembered the day the first death occurred as “The day that Death came to San Juan Cosala.” I was told this story by someone who came late to San Juan, but she lived in the town for three years and she was told this story and repeated it to me.
Photo by lilartsy on Unsplash. “Everybody Knows” stories are supposedly true town stories passed down to me by different mouths.
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The people of the town must be scared 😱
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I guess they were. This happened long ago, or so I was told. I need to investigate.
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Perhaps you’ll find another story behind this.
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Yes, actually, you are right. There is always another story behind every other story.
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Yes, that’s the most interesting part of life.
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Great and thoroughly creepy little story!
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Now I need to ask some other people if they were around when this happened… or if it even happened. I actually have some creepy things that have happened here…
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Oh my goodness, it’s scary
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Some kind of plague?
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I would have moved!
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Very Halloweenish. Do you believe this?
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