ATERRADORES RELATOS DE CAMIONEROS EN CARRETERAS EMBRUJADAS / SI VEZ A UNA NIÑA NO TE DENTENGAS / L.C.E.

0:00 Or the maniac crypt. The following stories are sent from hidden places, but rather not hidden places, but rather paths in which many stories are woven. These stories, unfortunately, come from some trailers, drivers and passengers, who on the road encountered certain things, certain things that in some cases were hit, boarded or even wanted to attack their own lives. Just as this first account, this trailer tells us that it had no certain condition, it was as part of its being He was a person who saw someone and saw that he could help her. The trailer helped her. It was someone, we could say innocent and kind. At the same time, he was getting out of the truck. Without hesitation Obviously, seeing a little girl in the dark of the night, it caught his attention a lot and more knowing that an accident could occur or that rather it had already happened and that he, in

1:33 his fault, got off the truck, completely ignoring that this was just an illusion of perhaps a person who wanted to collect his life hello. I present my name is Vanessa Aciaga. This experience was told to me by my father when I was a teenager. Currently my father is already an elderly person and this happened to him in his youth. He was a trailer boy. Practically all that changed was business, but he was always a carrier. My father met many states and many roads over the years and drove different trailers of different tons, so we can say that my father is quite an expert on the subject and knows which roads are dangerous and which are not. So much on the road that happened to him, this was close to turret. It was night. Particularly my father was a person who was very cautious, but also as the years passed, he became a little confident. He was one of

3:05 those people who knew how to drive very well and knew his trailer to the finger, even if he had some maña. So, even though it was night and at that very moment there was a torrential rain, a cantar rain as they say it did not stop. It was a rain that had affected even some localities, but he continued to handle this type of rain, even though you scone with fog lights even though you bring the windshields at maximum speed, there is a seventy or sixty- five percent view that, due to the water that is falling, covers you completely in front of the car, that is, your way, so I father at that time was driving slower.

4:03 My father was a very curious person, at least before this story happened to him. He was a person who looked like he could help on the road, he did. He was a person who had children families that sometimes happen and he could stop to give them some food. I was. So, maybe this makes sense because of how this entity manifested itself, because my father says he was driving in the middle of all that rain. When all of a sudden, in front of him on the road, he sees a little girl. This girl was jumping the rope as if on a sunny day it was treated in the middle of the rain. He doesn' t seem to care about all the rain that fell. He didn' t seem to care what night it was. He didn' t even seem to care that there were thunders and lightnings and the wind pounding heavily my father saw her a few meters from him. As I told them, the rain covered his visibility completely, so he only saw it when it was in front of him.

5:23 He stopped so abruptly that even the tires in the box he was carrying were out of the way. He almost doubled the trailer and also prayed that, please, if any motorist came after him, he would have time to stop too so that he would not be impacted. My father was worried and frightened, believing he had taken the child. He didn' t hear the impact. Something funny that he talks about or the mind saw how the truck ate it. My father is still getting off with the truck on, with all the lights on too and starts checking everything around the truck, everything that the view can help him with. He notices that another car stops behind him a few meters away, and this car signals him with the front lights, perhaps to tell him to be careful or maybe to tell him to get back into the truck, as there was no place or reason for him to stop there.

6:42 My dad starts looking for traces, maybe blood, but there' s nothing. When in that you see that the girl is jumping the rope? This time in another lane, in the high- speed lane, my father turns the watch and this girl is also watching him while he continues to jump the rope. Surely, for many here this is a certain illogical thing. Many will say that they would have gotten into the truck. I would have gone ahead, for there was no explanation, not even for a child to be there. But at that time, my father says, and even though he thought this, even though he knew this was a bad idea, he walked toward the girl. My father says he couldn' t control his feet.

7:43 It was as if these themselves controlled themselves, walking through all the rain directly towards that girl who kept her gaze fixed on him. When in that my father feels the push of something a person was rather not a push. He was practically tagged and the reason for this was because the driver who had stopped, the one who came in the car behind him, had saved his life towards a truck that was coming at full speed down that same lane.

8:26 My father doesn' t seem to care that he was walking and standing in front of her. Thank God the motorist got down and managed to save him. They both fell on the pavement. Obviously, the motorist was agitated and scared and claimed that what he was doing was because he was standing there in front of all the vehicles that were going on. My father at the time is disoriented and he tells the truth there was a girl there and I thought I saw him wrong. The motorist starts looking in many directions and tells him here there is no girl friend, it' s just us. My father got up, deeply thanked the motorist for saving his life and both went on their way. After this experience, my father completely lost the desire to have that attitude, to get off the truck every time he saw a child.

9:39 He now first analyzed the whole situation before opening the door. He' s more than sure that that night what he saw wasn' t a girl and I think we' re all sure of that. Rather, it was something that took the form of one to attract him. Maybe what this entity was looking for was my father losing his life on that road. Luckily, it didn' t happen. That was my story. Thanks for listening to the crypt. Maniacs How many of you have gone on a journey or how many of you have taken some transportation in which you go completely alone. For many it is a feeling, we could say reassuring. For a lot of comfort.

10:48 Mostly they travel at night. You just recline, you sleep without being on that slope, maybe you sit next to it, not for something bad, if not you just want to be comfortable in your seat. The same thing happened to this young man. He thought he was only traveling on a road bus and completely ignoring that there were more passengers with him, passengers that at a certain time he would never see again, not because they got off but because the darkness was his home. Touching the light, these strange passengers disappeared hello to all maniac crypts. My name is Julian and this is my experience. Many years ago it took about a decade. I was studying and at the same time working. He worked in a maquila. This maquila was far from all the towns. I was in an area we could say the industrial. I had obtained this job for part time so that I could also fulfill my duties in school and with homework. But passy turns out on weekends,

12:22 on Saturdays so I can get some more money. I always asked that if there was the possibility of working an extra time that, please, I would have been contemplated in that way, because I would no longer be so worried about arriving at the end of the month. On one occasion I was offered the extra time for this. I always asked my father to come after me on the way out. As I told you, this industrial zone, this textile company, was far away from all localities, but fortunately, the same company had a transport that had contracted a carrier company. This company passed through us at different stops and took us to the company door, but only during certain times for the seven- to- three shift, for morning shifts and afternoon turns. From ten o' clock in the evening the last bus was leaving and I was going to stay working there until about midnight, but before I could call my father, they gave me good news. They' d got a bus and they' d come by for me. The company has a contract, which it had to fulfill, and that is that all its employees had to transport them regardless of the schedules, either when they stayed

13:54 in overtime, especially in that season that was very much required. For this very reason, I did not call my father, I was already waiting for him when he arrived. When he opened the door, I immediately recognized Luis. Luis was our driver. We got along fine. Practically. Luis knew everyone by now. It was around 12: 30 already. I was like a chicken at the time. I had to get up early to go to college, but luckily, the next day was Sunday. I didn' t have classes, I didn' t have a job, but despite this I was very tired and as soon as I got on the bus. Feeling the cold weather, it started giving me more sleep. I went up to greet Luis, I didn' t know if there were more people, whether they were administrative personnel or from another area, who had also stayed for extra time and were going to take her. I walked and taking advantage that the bus was completely empty, I put myself in a place further back or slightly behind half the bus. The seats were closer to the back rows than the front rows. As soon as I sat down, I fell completely asleep. I didn' t know when it started. I didn' t know if more workers got in. What I remember was the following, and when we were

15:28 on the road a bit cold, it woke me up, something that was running from my ear to my cheek and part of my neck I woke up and immediately my first reaction was to slap me thinking I was an animal, but not what I touched with my hand. It was a finger, it was a very small finger and I immediately heard a few laughs coming from many directions. I turned to my left side, which was where that finger came from, and I saw a child running and hiding in the back row, I looked forward and saw that there were two other children in the front seats, watching me as soon as they saw me, they hid, they lowered their heads. The bus came all the way in the dark. There was no light on outside, there were curtains, so no light, except those from the driver' s front, which came from the lights on the road, could come in to light the bus. I mean, it came all the way in the dark. I could see the shadow of these children moving from one seat to another, and what I started to think about at that moment was rage, that is, for sure, because I was just going

17:03 to come out or maybe more personal, I was coming there. But since we were few, the services had come together. This carrier company not only provided services to my company, also to some offices, some military services as well and, of course, to schools, so I thought the following. Perhaps because they were so few, they also put the service together with a school that was either going out on a field trip or that their students had just left, although I also thought that the school would be very inconsiderate sending children in the middle of the night. I got up, grabbed the handrail and looked around me as I thought this. And indeed, I saw that the bus, although full, did come with a considerable number of children and I was the only adult, no adult except the driver. Luis was coming there with us. I saw these kids go from one seat to another standing and playing, laughing, and somehow I got in a bad mood, I walked around, I put on the seat next to the window, I put on my hearing aids and I closed my eyes and I started to sleep from those times when you get a micro- sleep I crossed the curtain and started

18:34 looking out the window. Once I was near my stop, I got up and walked all over the hall. This time the children were in the back as well moving still running playing. I came to Luis and told him there where he was. Luis laughing, said yes, I know I was already waiting for that stop. I was pulling back yawning and then I claimed him, because we were friends. Hey, Luis Jani Laces, I' m so tired how you put me with kids. I was disturbed by my dream.

19:19 Luis also laughed and told me already of so much dream that you bring is already hallucinating. I told her name how you think you took advantage of it just because I came here because you carried children and put them behind me. You keep Raya going around and tell them to sit down because if you slow down and you get to do it with some force, you can drop one and it can hurt. By this time we were already arriving at the stop and the bus is already being stopped. Luis keeps watching me and they tell me well, it was you what you bring if I don' t bring children, I only bring you. I' ll turn around and tell him not to go there You bring a whole day care center. I' ll never forget. When Luis turned on the lights and the bus came completely empty, I climbed two steps, went back to the bus ride and walked it to the end. Alex there was no one stuttering I told Luis, Luis, here came children, they came with me seriously. He stared at me after thinking in a few minutes he toured the bus more towards the stop so as not to get too upset with the cars that were going on.

20:48 And Julian told me, come on, you' re sure you' ve seen children. I was saying yes, yes, I saw them coming with me I' m serious. With every minute I spent I was getting paler when I told him this and Luis told me the following. Look, don ' t take this the wrong way, but I' m really glad about what you' re telling me, because that means I' m not going crazy every time I get this unit when I come from the terminal, which I come all alone to take passage. I always hear laughs, I hear how they move between the seats. But when I turn I don' t see anyone, always even though it' s late, when there' s a minimum of darkness back there, I start to hear that. And that ' s why I turn on the light when I go for you that is night and everyone goes up, because I turn off the light for some to fall asleep. But luckily, since you guys are coming back, you don ' t hear those noises anymore, I don' t listen to the giggles anymore. But when I come completely, only if I hear them, and only when I turn on the light, is when those little laughs cease completely.

22:11 After talking for a moment, he gave Luis some advice and he kept the interior lights on at all times. For my part, Alex didn' t get on that bus again, at least only when we all got out. Obviously I would climb up, but when I asked for extra time I always asked my father to come for me and I cared little that Luis came with the lights on. After this experience, I no longer wanted to get on those seats just because I always remembered the time I had traveled with children.

22:56 Ghost to have a motorcycle. I think it is the dream of many young people and why not, also say about many adult men. He' ll also ride motorcycles feel the air, pass that adrenaline speed. Many of us like it, and even some women, so listening to this story coming from this young man, we could say that it was a little irresponsible to ride on a motorcycle so late in the night, especially in a very dangerous place, I also decide to his own words, not dangerous by ghosts or entities, but dangerous by the same people, by crime or by organized crime.

23:52 But, however, this young man made a mistake, He passed the hour and the night fell and even though his greatest fear was crime, he found another fear much more paranormal and he was galloping towards his encounter. He went down an unknown road or a road where the devil was said to manifest himself during the evenings hello to all. My name is Enrique Tobias and this is my experience. I used to go visit my grandmother. My grandmother lives in a small town and let' s say that in the vicinity of this one is very well located that on certain roads what controls is organized crime.

24:56 This doesn' t mean you get mugged, it doesn' t mean you ' re just getting up or something. These people are armed and if they stop you, but they just have to lock themselves in, go to this town or some other fence, and don' t carry guns or anything else that might affect them. They' re like retainers so that members of another opposing gang don' t enter their territory. If you don' t jump in, we could say they let you through without any trouble, although of course, there are certain roads you don' t have to get into and there' s somehow no reason to get in. In them are roads in terrible condition, very far away without electric light that illuminates this road and that only lead to uphill of the hill and above the hill is positioned in them, so these roads are totally forbidden for the inhabitants. I knew this very well and took these roads into account. I had a motorcycle at that time and I liked to go all these routes with some caution. Of course there was another thing that happened, and that is that in this town, sadly,

26:33 as in so many others, there is a lot of crime, but in a certain time crime here also sadly. Most were motorcycles were completely covered, because this very criminal organization did not like that these criminals were assaulting if they recognized who they were obviously going to do very badly. I wanted to go out on my bike one day. I told my grandmother I' d be back before eight, but let' s just say get in the way, between the adrenaline rushing up my bike or the speed. The bike I had was a very expensive one. I' d saved up for about three years working and it was a sports bike. To be honest, I was getting a lot of attention, and I think this was just another reckless thing I did. I spent my time flying and when I agreed, it was getting dark and I was very far away. It was obviously a busy road.

27:42 They were passing trailers, cars, different buses and I decided to go back with my bike and its speed. Believe me, that wasn' t a problem. I accelerated and drove back to town. When on the way I inevitably fell into the night and could identify on a lap for seeing in all my surroundings that someone was waiting for me just in the distance, in a turn behind some bushes, I saw that some shadows were looking out and I could also reach to see the shadows of some motorcycles that were being stopped.

28:29 As I waited for something immediately I stopped and began to see them attentively. Of course I thought what a lot of whores were waiting for me to come by. Surely to skip the road I was in terrible condition. I had to go looking at the road. If for bad luck we found you a hole, you basically flew out and more at a considerable speed. I drove at a minimum speed, and it' s because I saw a road, a small road. I think it would only be for a lane that would get into the mountain. It was my best option for that moment.

29:21 According to me, this road would be for bicycles and there were only two answers to that that this road will take me back to town or take me some park nearby. The bike path is especially for that. Anyway, it would take me to where there were people. So, as I got on this road, very slowly to not get too much attention, these thieves had already noticed me, so as soon as I got in, they started their bikes and I accelerated mine by the time I put attention on the road, I saw that this, like the main one, were in terrible condition.

30:06 So I had no choice but to go praying so I wouldn' t fall into a hole or some crack that made me crash. Indeed, they were thieves. They were yelling at me from behind, following me, they were also telling me to stand up, stand up, they were yelling at me with curses and threatening to shoot me. I didn' t turn back to lock myself if they had any weapons, but I preferred not to do so. I wouldn' t get scared anymore. When, inexplicably, I began to hear detonations of one obviously I panicked, started to tremble, started to get nervous, which you don' t have to do if you go with a motorcycle at high speed on a road that is not in itself well paved.

31:02 But my fear was that some bullet would hit me or hit me. I didn' t want to lose my life at the time. I think I heard some four or five detonations and other than this, I started to hear screams, but not common screams. It wasn' t the screams these thieves were telling me just a few seconds ago to stop standing up or threatening me, it was cries for help, it was cries for help, for attention. When I hear a rumble in that, like someone crashes, I keep driving, but because of my bad luck, I fell into a hole I shoot out, fell into the pavement, rolled, crawled and hit the bush through the bushes. My my bike or it' s in the middle of the road. I stopped immediately. Basically there was the mercy of those thieves limping with all the battered body, but thanks to adrenaline I could move at that moment. I tried to lift my bike. When I saw a light coming up, it was one of the motorcycles that was chasing me.

32:24 I closed my eyes because I knew what was coming to me. At the end of the day, I' d already been found. When that motorcycle passes me by, it didn' t do anything to me, it got weird to me. I tried to lift my bike, I tried to start it when at that very moment I started to hear a gallop What is approaching the gallop of a horse. I turn around and see that a huge, alex horse bigger than any horse I' d ever seen in my entire life was getting closer. It was a grey- skinned horse, but not a normal horse- like skin. It was a slightly greenish greyish skin with dark spots. Besides, it smelled like smoke, like sulfur. His smell was very penetrating. The hair I had was white, like gray hair. It was a long, straight hair, just like horses do. It was a very battered hair, a wrinkled hair, as if it were gray hair, as if it were some sick hair that was decaying both in his neck,

33:59 head and tail. This horse just came close to me, stopped or rather started walking staring at me. He passed ahead of me with the fear of seeing him I fell and the bike in case it wasn' t enough fell on me crushing my legs, but I kept seeing that horse staring at him, his eyes were completely dark and his teeth showed them at all times. It was like he was laughing, but in a very macabre way, he passed by me and as soon as he walked away from me. He started running again, getting out of my sight in a matter of seconds. He ran so fast, I' m pretty sure the speed that the horse was going to be here would exceed the maximum speed of my bike. He left so fast. I picked up my motorcycle and, as I could, I pushed her down the road. I ran into another motorcycle this time almost interned in the bush, but one of his tires was leaving was the motorcycle of one of the criminals who was chasing me. The body of this one was nowhere my motorcycle never started, so I took it pushing and it was hours

35:29 away on the way to get off that strange little road and still the hours I needed to get to the village. My grandmother arrived, took care of me and told her everything that had happened. My grandmother told me not that night, but the next night, not to go back on the bike, at least during the night, that on several roads of the village towards Santeria and Witchcraft and that on those less traveled roads the devil appeared. After three days of this, my grandmother gave me a piece of news, which is that one of the vans of this criminal organization went to the town and asked the villagers who they were or who they belonged to those two motorcycles that they had found. Motorcycles worked, they were hit a bit, but they worked at the end of the day, but the pilots hadn' t found them.

36:40 They identified themselves as two 19- and 20- year- old boys who were thieves. Several people had denounced them, but there was no evidence, because these guys always went with their faces covered. Months went by, years went by, and those kids just disappeared. My grandmother says the devil took them. That was my story. I hope you enjoyed being a truck driver and staying away from your loved ones for a long time. It must be very difficult, especially if you have children. Kids grow up most of the time you see us their birthdays, don' t know their friends, etcetera. Many truck drivers go through this, especially foreign drivers and as much as one wants to be on the lookout, they say that it is practically impossible sometimes. This concern tormented this trailer driver last night, especially when his daughter began to tell him that she had an imaginary friend, this friend that the trailer driver thought was created by his imagination, that it was not something

38:10 real or not something to worry about. The opposite happened when her daughter began to tell her some disturbing things, which she told her supposed friend, things a girl could not know, and her fear increased when she learned that this thing, this entity not only accompanied her daughter, but also him above her trailer. Hello, everybody My name is Ignatius Hurt. The following is a personal experience. This happened about a little over a decade ago. My daughter would then be in kindergarten or freshman year of elementary school. My daughter had a certain attitude. He was very introverted. At that time she was a child who spent her time alone, reading a book or simply watching others.

39:35 This, while drawing our attention, the teacher, told us that it was nothing to worry about. She was just so introverted. It was going to be serious, but that' s how it was going to be his whole life or maybe big, he got a little more extroverted. I was a trailer back then and I didn' t see her much until suddenly my daughter started acting strange. She started playing alone, but playing like someone else was with her. Both my wife and I began to notice this when we went and asked her who she was playing with. She replied that she was a child and that her name was Juliana. She had brown hair, green eyes, and she was wearing a pink dress. After discussing this with a child psychologist, she replied that most likely because she was introverted and had practically no friends, she had decided to create an imaginary friend. I tell you that this was only a stage in children and that, as time passed, it would follow. Interestingly, me and my wife, as the weeks passed and

41:07 about two months passed, we began to notice that she only saw Juliana certain days and passed it turns out that she saw this child only the days when I was in the house. When my wife told me this, I wanted to talk a little more with my daughter, mostly, to tell me who exactly will go to Juliana. The answer my daughter gave me just left me cold. And that I don' t believe in the paranormal, I don ' t believe much in ghosts or that kind of thing, but my daughter answered me the following and that totally changed my picture. She told me that Juliana, some night she had come with me and that same night, both she and my daughter had become friends, that she was leaving with me in the trailer and that all the way she was accompanying me. And when I arrived, she was also coming down from the trailer and Juliana was playing with her, even though I was afraid. As soon as she told me this, I began to believe that maybe it was a story, that she had

42:39 invented herself as a past for her friend. But all this changed when my own daughter, who didn' t accompany me on the trips, Yes, the trailer had gone up, but I didn' t know my companions. He started naming me certain routes and the names of fellows who had a plant or even operators, those names and these signs, because he even told me how they looked and the color of the uniforms. My daughter told me that information Juliana had told her. Obviously, at this point a chill ran all over my body and I didn' t want to touch that topic with her anymore, as I was getting a little nervous in the days. She got sad. I had come out a little unexpected and just as I was leaving, I told her not to be sad, that she would soon come back.

43:39 She said yes, but she only got sad because as much as I was leaving, so was Juliana, and she wasn' t going to have her father or her friend. Obviously, when I heard this, I was even more afraid of myself than I was. And all along the road I began to feel that someone was watching me, but sitting beside me in the co- pilot' s seat, I felt the presence of someone who wouldn ' t take my eyes off me. There came a point on the way, about to reach my destination where I stopped the truck and something scared and angry. I turned to the seat and began to say many curses, I started to scold and run as if it were a person. I started cursing over and over again, as if a person were sitting there and I was just running her down for a good few minutes doing this and once I had pulled out all my anger because the fear still didn' t have I decided to go my way. When I got to this plant there were workers from the same company that I' m in. These workers check if the truck comes in good condition both the air of the tires, gasoline, oil and other things more than anything so that the truck has no surprise on the way.

45:15 Interestingly, when I left the truck there with some acquaintances, they weren ' t my friends, but we said hello. I was filling out some papers and when I got back to my truck, once after he had done the check- up one of these workers I want his name to remain anonymous. He asked me, hey, nacho, he' s coming alone today. I greeted him and then asked him how I came alone, because yes, you always come with a girl you leave her there and you come in and fill out the papers is your daughter or your niece, since whenever I ask her, she never answers me. I think because he thinks I' m a stranger, but he' s fine. I always go to work, check the trailer, see it and offer you what I bring. Sometimes chips chocolate cookies. Today I bring some sweets that I even saved to her are strawberry, but I don' t see it. He always looks out the door. You didn' t bring her today. While he was telling me that more fear, I felt, but I didn' t want to tell him the truth. I didn' t want to tell you that I was really traveling alone. I didn' t want to be seen as a madman or instill the fear of some susceptible people. So I just told her that on that occasion she didn' t accompany me to the girl and that I think she wouldn' t do it anymore because she was a distant niece

46:49 and her parents had come for her. We left the conversation up there. I went on my way and when I got home days later, my daughter asked me and Juliana is no longer accompanying you. Where is I just told her I didn' t know and that I couldn' t see her. As I explained to you at the beginning. It' s been years. My daughter grew up and is currently a 17- year- old teenager and even though this happened at a very early stage of her life, that an ordinary person does not have very good memories, that is, memories at that age, at the age of five, my daughter tells me that, while she has cloudy memories, she remembers having met a Juliana who played with her in the living room of our house, who had brown hair, green eyes and also a pink dress. I forgot something to mention to you and I think that' s the end of the story. And that tran worker who could also see Juliana on top of the trailer when I asked her before I left how this girl looked. He told me the same thing, the hair, the eyes and the dress. I think something came up on the road, on some road. Maybe I dragged something, a spirit that walked from

48:24 one side to the other and was just with me without knowing it. And from this experience, at least during the time I was a trailer driver, I lived in fear that it would happen again and that I would bring back something from the road to my home and my family. My name is Claudio Zárate. My story goes back a few decades, when I was a teenager and the holidays came my family, both my father and my mother, come from ranch, so going to visit the family members of the ranch was one of the most enjoyable experiences we had. We also loved the ranch, horseback riding, seeing the plots, seeing the animals and, above all, the parties that were done. There were many jaripean dances and different things there.

49:43 I remember once we were at a dance or. I don' t remember if it was a person' s fifteen years. The point is, it was just my brother and I and a cousin of mine, a cousin who was precisely from the ranch. He knew the streets, the roads in general, he knew everything by the finger. There was no better person to guide us in the whole family. We went to the party, had a great time, but at the end of the day, my cousin had a problem there with some people and, in order not to make the story longer, we decided to return to the village. It was too late, it was too late. My brother is older than me and at that time he was seventeen and I was fifteen. My cousin was still seventeen. My brother was stubborn in driving him. But luckily and eventually, especially along the road we were on, I managed to convince him to drive me. The two had put up the drunk flip flops and to get to the village we had to go through a road, or rather it wasn' t a road. It was what was left of a road, a very bad- looking road.

51:15 It had potholes, it had holes, it was washed away from a certain part. This road was finished and then began a path of chapapote, that is, stone, black, gravel and also sand. At the end of the day, my brother didn' t want to damage the car was a force Wagen, nor did he damage the tires or the suspension. So I ended up driving. I couldn' t go at a very fast speed. We were going to take something to get to the village, and it wasn ' t that the road was long, but we couldn' t go fast.

52:01 The fastest was 15 kilometers, 20 kilometers per hour, because, as I repeat, the road was very bad to further damage our situation was raining, so the field of visibility was still less raining. And at night both my brother and my cousin had taken too much and you know what happens to people who take too much go to the bathroom very often, so every once in a while I had to stop and care little about getting wet. They would get out of the car, go to a tree or where they could cover themselves and make the bathroom. Then they got on and I kept driving.

52:57 We had stopped three times on that occasion until we reached a stretch. They again wanted to go to the bathroom because they still carried some cans and continued to drink in the car. They decided that they wanted to stop at a stop, a stop that was one of those ranches that are made of stone, brick and concrete, was a stop that was somewhat damaged. But at the end of the day, they were given what could be a roof to do their needs. I stopped. They both got off, went to the stop and again began to do their needs. I stayed in the car.

53:52 I started to play songs on the radio and with the lighthouses lighting the way, I realized something that was coming out of the mountain. At first it was only a figure, but as it approached, I could see that it was a lady, a lady with a very strange appearance. She was about a forty or a forty- five maximum. This lady was hunched, very hunched. You could see a hump on his back. He also had a huge belly, as he was not proportional to all his measurements, because also his arms. His arms were long. He kept them in a strange way like curving, but if he stretched them out, it would be easy for him that only his arms would tell me what she measured in her stature could not see his face. Mostly because of the rain and also because his hair covered part of it. It moved slowly and with the help of a cane or rather, it was a tree rod. He moved with the help

55:27 of this one step another step, but he was approaching us. I started to be scared. There was no explanation whatsoever for a lady of those conditions and above all, with such a terrifying appearance, I could not speak to my brother and my cousin because they were certainly somewhat far away. They wouldn ' t listen to me with all the rain noise. What I could do at the time was ring the clax over and over again. I made it sound over and over and over and over and over and over? At first I couldn' t get their attention because they thought I was bothering them, that I was just rushing them. I went until I played the claxson unceasingly and in a very alarmed way that caught his attention. They turned, saw me, and I pointed it forward, which they saw forward. They saw the same thing that I saw that woman approaching I was thinking about how they acted I would act. If they didn' t care, it means that the woman was no danger, but as I sensed it, they were also afraid. They quickly got in the car and said to drive as fast as

56:58 I could, but get out of there, we had to get out of there. But I already tore up the engine I tried to turn that woman that you looked like back then She was already too close. But when we finally got through it, the car stopped. We felt like something was holding us back. I was accelerating and accelerating, but the car was stuck and because of the road we were coming on, it wasn' t hard to believe this. I tried to start it over and over again, but the car just didn' t move. I decided to stop not to start anymore.

57:52 And even though my cousin and brother, who came in the back, looked everywhere looking for that woman, they could not see her. They simply said that she had disappeared, that maybe she had gone to the mountain again, that maybe she was a woman who was out of her head or something. But now we had another problem and it was that the car couldn' t leave it there, or at least that' s what we thought at the time, because my brother started to see the faces of several people' s heads sticking out of the bush, as if these people were slowly getting closer to where we were. I tried to start the car other times, but nothing could. My cousin gave us an idea and it was the most sensible idea. At that moment you have to get out of the car and run. Just run. We had the town on our right. We ran through the mountain. It was dangerous, but we' d be there in a matter of minutes. That road turned many times and many curves, so

59:22 it surrounded the town almost entirely. When we saw those people who were getting closer and more and more and more and more we got off immediately and we left there leaving the hole. Almost with the doors open we ran through the mountain. My brother was holding me by the arm and was guiding me by that time and he had already dropped everything drunk that was going. We reached the village, told our relatives what had happened. It wasn' t long before dawn, so at seven o' clock we went in the company of other guys to pick up the car. When we got to where the car was, we saw that there were no signs of vandalism, not even someone had looted it inside. We checked everything and the only thing we saw or rather one of our uncles saw him and told us about this he asked us what really happened, because the car was not stuck. A guy of mine got on this one, tore it off and this one went forward. In other words, the car was really well leveled, there was no hole or anything like that. What we found is that in the defense and in the

1:00:58 back of the bowl there were huge hands held, the marks of a few hands but very large. You could see that they had held the car very hard, as the foil had suffered damage. He had marks that night something was preventing us from leaving, but he was holding us down, because we couldn' t see me, my brother and my cousin, there' s no doubt that he was that little woman who probably wasn' t exactly an ordinary woman. After this experience, we never passed through that midwife again.