Old Ghosts
The archaeologists had no patience for Señora Louisa, but that was because none of these people believed in the spirit world. They went about their digging at the Mayan temple as if it was a construction site, and not where so many people had died. But after the third time a cold chill settled on the whole camp and smashed equipment flat, one of the guides insisted on calling Señora Louisa. There were old ghosts here, Señora Louisa felt, older than any she had ever felt. They would not speak Spanish, which would be a problem if they had a message to relay. Some of the scientists here knew the dead languages of the Mayans, and so were willing to translate whatever Señora Louisa might hear. The scientists would probably claim she looked up whatever words she might end up saying, but she was here to appease spirits, not prove herself to scientists. Señora Louisa lit candles, closed her eyes and began praying. She opened herself to the spirit world. She heard some scientists snicker, but did not pay attention to them. It took a while to sense a presence, but when she did she almost fell over from it. This was an enormous soul! Bigger than any she had ever felt! She heard the gasps of the scientists. Was this spirit visible? She opened her eyes, and it was! It was colossal, the size of a house! It had horns and a tail and screamed out like it was on fire! What was this thing? For once, one of the scientists was able to help. He pointed at the spirit and said, shaking, “Triceratops.”
