When my mom was a little girl, she used to spend her holidays with my uncles at the farm of my grandparents, located an hour from Bogotá, in the rural area of Mesitas, Cundinamarca, Near the farm was very few houses around and because of its size and location it is easy to not see anyone in a long time, On that farm my uncles and my mother used to play with the workers and help them in different tasks.

One day my mom was talking to one of the workers when he told her a story that happened in that place, this worker usually crossed the farm through the middle of the pastures and the fruit trees to leave a road that was at the other side of the farm, This action decrease the time a few minutes, He works a lot and He wanted to get to his house as soon as possible, the worker still in the night crossed the grange without any fear of the things that might be around him, To did the journey he learnt carefully the road to follow, because of the lack of light it was easy to get lost, he was guided thanks to different trees as well as a small stream and a few large rocks that were in the middle of the road, he had done it many times and nothing had ever happened, until one night in which for a couple of reasons he went out much later to his home, he was tired and he grow in the field he did not matter the time to did his usual journey, the worker began his journey as always until In the middle of the road, in the top of a bigger rock that was to size more or less 2 meters long, he observed a silhouette, he did not believed what he saw he thought it was only his imagination until he returned a look, to see the silhouette of a Priest, the worker detailed his dress as The one used in churches a long time ago the silhouette had the rosary on his chest and carried a Bible, the worker impacted by the silhouette couldn't move, the silhouette was calling him with his hand to come, there was something here come here said the silhouette, The worker tried to move without being able to get it, rather terrified and after a few minutes could move again, ran out of the scene, regardless of the irregularities of the ground, ran without looking back If the priest followed the worker came to the road and arrived to his home.

My mom told me that the worker never went back for these way, I do not know how much he continued work with my grandparents, except that if the rocks are still there, we can feel the temperature dropping near them and the dogs and the horses don’t like cross near them, nobody says anything about it but we all know the stories that revolve around what was once a great coffee plantation.
Does this sound natural?