Basic11.oral Examn

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Good evening teacher and classmates, today I will tell you a terrifying story that happened to my

father more than 40 years ago when he was a child.

My father's name, 40 years ago in the summer he went on vacation with his parents, my
grandparents, to a town located in the mountains of Peru. This town is very cosy, quiet and
beautiful.

In this town he met several children his age and since he was cheerful, funny and very sociable
since he was little, he made friends very quickly, with whom he played every day in the mornings
and afternoons. But he only had permission until 6 pm, since after that time he must be home for
fear of the dark and the myth of the Pishtaco.

The pishtaco is a mythological character of the Andean tradition, whose occupation is to kidnap
lonely people to slit their throats and take out their fat. This belief is still inculcated today, not only
in this town, but in many parts of Peru.

One day my father was playing soccer with his friends in an abandoned field of the town, nobody
realized that it was too late, since they were very entertained. All of them, realizing nightfall,
rushed home, my father came home and they punished him for being late.

That same night, when they were resting, they knocked on the door very loudly. It was the mother
of one of my father's friends, the desperate and crying lady asked if her son was there or if I have
seen him, because he had not come home. My father told him that they all returned together but
that at one point along the way his son separated to go buy bread and take him home. Everyone in
the town helped to look for the child, but they did not, so the days and weeks passed and the child
could never be seen again, the village elders said that Pishtaco had taken him away, it was not the
first time that he disappeared someone like that.

From there, no child could walk alone in the town after 6 in the afternoon or if there was a lot of
fog.

My father told me that at first, he did not believe in that story, but when his friend disappeared,
he felt fear and no longer wanted to leave the house alone.

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