I didn’t want to go to this place when I was a child. This place was scary, at night you could hear noises.
They are rats, my grandparents said to my brothers and me. But also, I heard that at some point, decades ago, maybe during the Spanish civil war, a priest came to make some prayers for I don’t know what, and since then, those noises ended. Much later, we came here to play and try to scare our friends and cousins. And we had to be really careful, just because the wood on the floor was quite broken in places, and you could fall to the room just downstairs. I visited this place during my summer holidays, and somehow, I felt really old.
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