The return of the brother  

Not many years ago, in our countryside, there was a widow who lived with two sons and her sister. Suffering from acute depression, one day she took her own life, throwing the entire family into dismay.
Not long after, when one of her sons felt that the burden of life wastoo heavy to bear, in a vulgar manner, also took his own life.

Thetown was appalled, but none moreso than the brother of the suicide
and his aunt.
The two remained in their home and continued to work the fields as always. One night, however, while they were sleeping in their rooms upstairs, they heard footsteps. It seemed to them that someone cautiously ascended the wooden stairs and stopped before the closed
doors of their rooms.

The aunt, terrified, asked if there was someoneon the other side, but no answer came from the corridor.
The next night and the one following, the incident was repeated and the nephew, growing frightened, was forced to move his cot into his aunt's room. One night, however, the thud of footsteps became so violent that they sounded like hammer blows in the isolated house.
The aunt, seeing her nephew crying and trembling in fear at not knowing who was on the other side of the door, courageously cried out "What do you want, my child.. nothing was done to you! You have done as you wished!"

The noise suddenly ceased and there were several seconds of complete silence and then only the sound of footsteps slowly going back down the stairs.
The next day the boy went into the stable to do routine work and with great astonishment, he discovered that it had already been cleaned and  the animals tended.

For months, every night, aunt and nephew heard cautious steps going up and down the steps again, lingering for a few seconds before the doors of the bedroom, and every morning found  themselves with a clean the barn and the animals in perfect order. After this, he must have found peace ... as he never returned.
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Trasl by Carmela Capone