A different Birthday

Two years ago, my family and I, went to visit my cousins in Colombia. One week before until we return to London we had celebrated the birthday of my siblings, Julen and Olivia. The twins of my family. But that day, I had the worst scare of my life.


When we were all dancing and celebrating, suddenly the lights went out. My dad tried to turn on the light, but he could’nt. Someone had cut the electricity. Nobody knew what was happening. From one moment to the next, we were all happy enjoying the party, and the next moment we were terrified. My mother lit the room with candles. We check if we were all good, but two people were missing in the room. My siblings!


I could’nt believe it! My brothers were lost or maybe they had been kidnapped, those where my thoughts. We started looking for them, but we did'nt find them. At last, we heard some laughs and my brothers with some costumes of ghosts scared us.



After the shook, my siblings explained us that they wanted to scare us because that day it was also the Day of the Dead. Finally after some scolding from my parents, we continued with the party. This time without more scares.