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“So is this it?" Rodrigo, a puma and the shortest of the four of us, slowly panted and proceeded to point to a big, burnt out house in the middle of nowhere. Carlos, a hawk, and Bernardo, a mastiff, also stared at the building for a bit. I looked at it too before I assured, “Yep. This is the house."

It was a white, broken hacienda in that also looked eerily familiar. The door was slightly ajar, allowing for anyone to enter. As a three-floor house, it was filled to the brim with valuables from the past owners, whose names are yet to be found. It was, so to speak, a gold mine.

“So why has no one robbed this place yet?" I asked.

“A ghost haunts the place," said Caros. I could see a bit of fright on his face. Typical of him. And a bit cowardly in his part.

“Yeah, Julio-Andres," Rodrigo supported. “You should be careful around here. I've heard someone say that one person went in and never came back."

I just growled. “Bernardo, please tell me you don't believe in this fairy tale…"

“Well," he started, “According to myth, the house is haunted by the past owner's slave. His name is not mentioned, but sources say it's a condor, and he occasionally haunts around the place by singing."

He then walked in front of me and faced us. “But according to us, this is a lie. ¡Entremos!"

If there was at least one brave man besides me in here, it was Bernardo. I started to advance. The others followed.