Describe A Story With My Grandmother

As a child, I remember many vivid stories that were told by my grandmother. These stories are usually fascinating, funny or sometimes scary. Similarly to other countries, Haiti is divided in different areas: the countryside and the city. The countryside being more peaceful, quiet with beautiful and big farms, a great scenery and local individuals who make tourists feel welcome. As a child, I really enjoyed going there because of the tranquility, the seafood, the ocean and quality time with my grandma.
In creole, Granma is translated as Grann. Seeing her always makes us happy because of how much she cares about her children and grandchildren. The long drive from the city to the country is usually four to eight hours, usually depends on who is driving. On the road, we listen to music, sleep and have quick stops to purchase some drinks and food. During the winter, the weather is great but in the summer, it gets too humid and sometimes hot and the best place to be is at the beach eating seafood and fried plantains.
At night, Grann usually makes supper and then we sit on the balcony. We’d talk about our day then funny stories that were told to her as a child; for some reason, I never got tired of hearing it because it was an enjoyable and pleasant time. One Saturday night, she made porridge,

The following day, she woke up feeling a little sick. When she opened her front door, there was white powder on the floor, white bandana and three bottles. As she remembered, the dame from the previous night had a white bandana in her hand. She screamed and went back inside. My great grandmother, worried asks her what is going on. Her daughter who is still in shock, points to the door. As she opens the door, she says: “M te sispek sa” which means I knew it. She, then, turns to my grandma and tells her, this morning around four, I heard a whisper and I could hear someone telling me to not let you go out that late