Treasure in the Attic

When my Uncle Leo was a boy, his family used to live out in Guadalupe on a ranch in Oso Flaco. One day, when his mother was coming home, she saw a man leaving the house. She went inside and asked her husband who he was, but he said that no one had been at the house. She saw that man on more than one occasion, always leaving the house, as if he lived there.

On another occasion, her son was in bed trying to sleep, when he heard someone sit down on his bed; he even felt the bed move. At first, he was too afraid to open his eyes, but when he finally worked up the courage, he saw an old woman sitting at the edge of his bed looking at him. He pulled the covers up over his head and prayed until he fell asleep. This happened another time, but it was even more terrifying than the first, because this time, the old woman shook my uncle, as if she were trying to wake him up and get his attention.

Eventually, they moved to Santa Maria to be closer to the rest of the family. When the house was torn down, the workers found a large sum of money in the attic. Maybe the old woman was trying to tell that to my uncle.