The Most Frightening Moment of My Life By Tania Ramirez Most people I know don’t believe in ghosts or paranormal encounters. I was one of them. I used to laugh at people who talked about how they've seen ghosts or even the devil. I always laughed and made fun of them for being superstitious people and thought they were ignorant people who hadn't read enough books in their life. That was me until a couple of weeks ago. I started working at Las Palmas Bakery a month and a half ago. I'm the youngest of all the people who work there, and they picked on me a little bit. They said it was because I was the baby of the group. I didn’t really care because they made me laugh instead of making me mad. But they started talking about some baker that had died there and how they could see him or have the feeling as if someone were watching every move they made. Of course I laughed and made fun of them for being scared of something that doesn’t exist; the weird part is that they would just get really quiet and tell me, "Just wait. One of these days you'll see him, and you'll start believing in ghosts." To be honest, I thought they were crazy and a little bit stupid. How can you believe in such thing? Ghosts aren't real. When you die, you die; that's the end. There's nothing else to it. But time would prove me wrong. Two weeks ago, I was at work preparing to close the bakery since I and the other girl, Mary, are the ones that stay to close it or give the key to some of the bakers that sometimes stay overnight making the bread. We usually close at ten at night, clean the place, wash the trays, and go home around 10:30 p.m. That particular day none of the bakers had gone to work, and it was just Mary and me. I remember I was covering up some muffins when I saw a shadow walk to where the
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