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My mom told me this story about her brother in Mexico. One evening in Miguel Hidalgo,
Jalisco, my uncle, Jacinto, did not listen to his mom, or my grandma; he left to go to a party
instead of staying in the house helping my grandpa. My grandma warned my uncle that if he
left, the devil would get him on the way back if he goes to the party. He still went and had his
fun, but on the way back it was dark and lonely. Then suddenly, something picked him up
from behind, and started scratching him...and it left him in the door of my grandma's house.
He was in shock because he couldn't see anything; he only felt the pain on his back. From
then on, my uncle started listening to my grandma. At first I did not believe the story, but
then my uncle showed me his scars all over his back and legs -- and from that moment on, I
believed him....
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