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Cantuña was a respected Indian in colonial times who was entrusted with the construction of the atrium of the Church of San Francisco in Quito.
The payment for this work was very good, but the condition was that it should be done in the shortest possible time. Cantuña then decided to sell his soul to the devil on condition that all the stones of the atrium were there before the first rays of the sun came out.
He engraved on a stone that anyone who touched it would only recognize God. Three little demons who worked that night could not touch the stone and left the construction incomplete.
When the devil arrived to take the soul of Cantuña, he claimed that the work had not been completed and that therefore the deal could not be fulfilled, winning his soul back.
The story I’m about to tell you is true; it often happens here, in Vanegas. And I have seen it myself!
On that side of the road ― “The Barrio”, as we call it ― a lot of people say that they often see an old wagon pass at midnight. Nothing else, just the mysterious shape of an old wagon, bumping slowly along the road, with a silent driver in a big, black cloak… Ghost Wagon - picture taken by Homero AdameWhat’s more, you can also hear the wagon, clattering and creaking, as it makes its way along the dusty, old, unpaved road. Homero Adame’s folk stories.
The strange thing is that whenever anybody sees or hears the old wagon go by, everyone knows that something awful is going to happen. As you very well know, people don’t generally drive these old wagons anymore; they’re almost obsolete. Only a few small farmers still use them now and again, to carry their alfalfa or other crops at harvest time. So, it’s rather unusual to see such an old wagon these days.
Now this is the good part of the story ― or maybe it’s the bad part, really! From time to time, feeling very brave as young people often do, some youth or other will start to follow the wagon. But guess what? When they see that the wagon drives straight to the cemetery, they all run away as fast as their legs can carry them. Then, the wagon drives straight through the locked gates and… disappears! Folk story taken from Homero Adame’s blog at: https://adameleyendas.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/myths-and-legends-from-san-luis-potosi-the-ghost-wagon/
espero q te sirva :)