My grandfather was very much into occult type of things, he was about 35 yrs old and my grandmother was only about 13 yrs old strait from mexico. they got married in Abt.1932 and lived in texas, he had this friend that he ran around and got in trouble with, as far as I can tell through research my grandfather's ( Simon ) family was from spain, and my Grandmother's (Conception) family were aztec. Well anyway my grandfather and his friend had this thing they would do. They would through a coulple of shovels in the back of the truck and get some whiskey or beer then they would drive the back roads of texas looking for fire, but not just any fire, this fire burned above the ground, when they did find it they would run out there and start digging under the fire, where they would find either money or valuable things that had been stolen, when my grandfather finally asked his friend how he was able to accomplish this, his friend told him it was a power that was givin to him the night he sold his soul to the devil.

My grandfather also wanted to have this power so he asked his friend how to go about it. His friend told him to go to this particular crossroad not far from his house, where at the north end of the crossroad was a very old cemetary, he had to go there on a certain night at a certain time and be able to give up a relative.

My grandfather did this, and when he entered the cemetary there came a storm from nowhere and he begain to hear the screams of hundreds of people and some type of form at the head of his great stone appeard before him, he got so scared that he turned and ran the two and a half or three miles home, went strait up the stairs and got in to bed with my gradmother who slept everynight with her bible. And that is just one of the storys from my family