This book is dedicated to my municipality Tibu and all its residents who maintain the culture including the legends of this incredible place. Also, to my father who told me this amazing legend.

Tibú is a municipality located 4 hours from the city of Cúcuta approximately, a municipality characterized by its people, its culture, its fields, but it is also a municipality that has been the scenario and cradle of incredible legends which are narrated by our parents, our grandparents, and elders who stunned us with these incredible legends.

The following is a legend narrated by my father "Jairo Pereira" who lives on a farm in the fields of this municipality.

One night as usual my father set out to pray before going to sleep. According to him, God would protect him from those evil spirits that wander in the nights seeking to devour souls, So he settled down in bed with my mother, but that night neither of them could sleep.

 I asked my father about me and my brothers, and he told me that we only slept like rocks; given the case, my father and my mother only stayed awake without crossing a word, my father said that that night could be described as a cold and silent night, it seemed that the animals of the field had disappeared, no crickets or frogs were delighting the darkness of that night.

At 12 o'clock approximately my parents heard a shriek or a scream at the top of a mountain near the farm, but it sounded too far, they were awake, but they said nothing to each other, and they thought it was just a strange animal, and soon both of them heard a lament again.