Delayed at Dusk

I volunteer at an animal rescue shelter, located in rural Mexico. It’s not uncommon to see folks passing by on the dirt road, on horseback.

Late one afternoon, I agreed to give one of the workers a ride back in to town. I drove up to the entrance gate and pulled over to wait for him.

As it was autumn, dusk was approaching, and so was a man on a horse. I saw him from a moderate distance. The horse and rider continued movement at a casual pace — the odd thing was that they didn’t get any closer to where I was parked!

At first I ignored it, but then became intrigued…what’s going on here!

I started to get a bit frightened, and impatient, as the worker was taking too long to come out.

As it was really starting to get dark, two things happened. Martín, the worker, finally opened the shelter gate, and I turned to look at him, then I turned to look down the road — the horseman had vanished.

I asked Martín about what I had just seen, he told me there are ghosts (“fantasmas” in Spanish) that roam the road, and he was definitely in a hurry to get out of there!

Mexico is famous for many things, ghosts included.