" Whoa where did that come from?"I was in Tijuana & we decide to mess around with the local legends & superstitions. We went outside in the middle of the street at about 10p.m. We were about seven guys when we started to tell stories. Pablo started talking about something that happened yesterday. He said that one of his friends saw something in his backyard. I didn't believe him, but I started to get a little cautious. We went to his friends house, but I didn't see anything. We were walking home & we passed the church. Pokebolla started talking about a crazy guy that runs through the street. He said that he runs through the streets at around midnight screaming someone is chasing him. He gets to the chruch & throws himself in front of it. He starts to yell that he's on fire & ask for forgiveness, then he disappears. I was scared to death after hearing that. The worst part about it was that my cousin & I had to sleep in the living room, which was right next to the street. I woke up the next morning, and looked over at my cousin. He was freaked out.
He said, "El Loco passed by the house." He would scream,"Their burning me. Help."I didn't hear it so I laughed at him.
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