Fear of vice - Terror

This story of the consequences happened to my mother when I was a child, I lived in a town where there was no light, they were lit with lamps and the houses were very separate, they did not have doors but curtains. My mother says that she had the habit of playing cards every day with some friends, that to get there she had to cross a lonely land where there were many mango trees. One day she went to play as usual and her mother told her, they are going to scare one of these days; She went to play and when she returned home to sleep, she heard a noise in the curtain that looked towards the door of the room and saw the silhouette of a huge bird that fluttered and emitted a chill wanting to enter the room, she was Fearful Too much He started screaming at his father and throwing things to scare the animal, but he was still there. His father got up with a machete, he passed it to the ground and the animal heard it and it was shaken and lost among the mango trees that were on the ground.
My mom trembled with fear, her skin was like goosebumps and my grandmother covered her with her arms but my mom kept crying, she was so scared she could not even speak; That night he could not sleep because of that ugly thing he had seen. The next day she did not go to school because she woke up with a high fever and had not yet overcome the fear that had caused that huge bird that came to her house, her friends when she did not go to class they went to her house to find out about She and the reason for having missed school, she was lying down when her friends came and invited them to go to his bedroom. My mother began to tell you what had happened the previous night when she returned from her usual exit to play cards, her astonished little friends were very scared and they told her a safe friend that was the fright that frightens people who have vices.
One of the girls began to tell something very similar that happened to a girl a couple of years ago, she had a vice of going every night to talk to some neighbors and back to her home I heard a noise, when I saw it was a huge bird like you just told us, everyone said it was the horror of vice.
That day when the night came my mother did not want to go to sleep, I heard noises in the rainy and cold night. My grandmother tried to reassure her that this would not happen again and that she would pray, my mother prayed and then went to bed, prayed helped her a lot and could sleep that quieter night. But her mind did not erase that image, As the days went by, my mother felt better, although she did not completely forget what she had experienced. One day her friends tell her, today if we can play cards and she quickly responds: I do not even go crazy and play cards at night, the truth is that I do not dare after such a scare they gave me; and that's how I let the vice go out every night to play cards.