The aunt's house

The last month was a horrible time because I went to my aunt's house and I was so scared, but let's start from the beginning. I'm Manuel Alonso Nepomuceno Diaz de la Morad Rodriguez (Yes, a very long name and also so disgusting) but you can call me Manny; the story beings when I went to my aunt's house and saw a little "Barbies"  but older than my aunt maybe. The point is that day made me a different person. My aunt and all my family are Mexican and the traditions and costumes are very important in this house, that's why she has "barbies" or kind of. 

That day, I was on the bedroom watching TV, when my aunt told me that she had to go to the doctor and I stayed alone. Well, nothing important to me. A half an hour passed when a strange sound came from the kitchen; it doesn't matter to me. Fifteen minutes later, the same sound came from the kitchen and I get up to look around the house; I went to the living room, bathroom, the others bedrooms, but when I saw around the kitchen I saw something really horrible: a little "Barbie" with the name of my cousin that died three years ago. 

The toy was talking or trying to talk. I ran so fast even more than Usain Bolt, to arrive at my house. The next month was so hard for me, because I became a toy...