Canutito was coming back home de la escuela una tarde. He saw un bonche de trocas parked outside de la casa. Inside, he found a muchos hombres working into el cuarto frío; the cold, empty room in the house se usaba como un storage unit. As far back as he could remember there had never been a floor en ese cuarto; there was nothing más que un suelo de tierra. The men seemed to be bien ocupãos.
That afternoon the men had been digging into the dirt floor, haciendo zanjas. Into these dry trenches they meant to lay heavy wooden beams and attach them con cimente. After he had watched them por unos minutos, Canutito went to Grama Cuca en la cocina and he asked her, "Grama, ¿por qué están los hombres digging long trenches into the dirt floor en el cuarto frío? What are they planning de hacer?"
Grama Cuca was busying haciendo frijoles pa' comer so she simply said: "Oh, those are just the places donde van a poner a los muertos, m'hijo." She continued stirring los frijoles and so she didn't see la shocked reaction del muchachito.
Canutito backed out of the kitchen bien slowly, pensando about what Grama Cuca had just told him: "Oh, those are just los lugares where they are going to lay down a los muertos." He wondered, "Just why would his grampo's friends want to lay dead people down under the kitchen floorboards? ¿Qué no sabían que era illegal and that los muertos would begin to smell badly después de unos días? He even heard a uno de los trabajores saying que mañana they were going to bring a los muertos y enterrarlos. Canutito ate his supper esa tarde con un big lump in his throat. 'Why would they want bring the dead a la casa and bury them under el suelo del cuarto frío?
That night Canutito couldn't sleep, nomás pensando en los muertos lying under the kitchen. Comenzó a tener nightmares and in all those pesadillas, he could just imagine a los muertos pushing up el suelo and coming into his bedroom. He closed los ojos bien tightly and he prayed to God para no ver a los muertos. What was his grampo thinking? En su imaginación, Canutito dreamed de los muertos rising out of the ground como unos Draculas and chasing him por toda la casa.
The following day, en la escuela, Canutito no podía concentrar on anything porque he was so afraid que whenever he got back pa'la casa, he would find a whole room lleno de dead people. Maybe que su grampo y su grama eran vampires who were bringing in dead people para convertirlos a vampiros como ellos.
Canutito walked as slowly como posible back home después de la escuela. He opened the door de la casa slowly. He clutched a crucifix que siempre tenía hanging around his neck just in case. Inside he found grama scrubbing the new floor en el cuarto frío. She turned and told him, "Come in, m'hijo. Come check out our sturdy floor. Los muertos have made it very sturdy."
"Why did you and grampo bury dead people debajo del suelo?" Canutito blurted out.
Grama smiled and said, "Los muertos are not dead people; that is what the supports that hold up the floorboards are called porque they lie stiff and still como los muertos in the ground.
Canutito was relieved pero he never went back into the cold room ya más…