There’s something magical about being just scared enough. When I was a teacher, my third graders couldn’t get enough of spooky stories. On certain days, we would turn off the lights, close the blinds, and I would read by flashlight—my voice low and dramatic. Out came El Cucuy or La Llorona, and suddenly the classroom felt different. Quieter. Charged.Continue reading “Spooky Stories / Historias Escalofríentes”