EXPERIENCIAS PARANORMALES EN LUGARES SANTOS / RELATOS DE TERROR SUCEDIDOS EN IGLESIAS / L.C.E.

0:12 Hi, Alex. My name is Héctor León and what I want to talk to you about is a story, an experience that happened to one of my best friends. His name is George, and our friendship has lasted for many years. Our mothers are friends, so it is understandable to know that also to see them and to talk they brought us together, either in the same groups, in the afternoons, to go to play and, why not also in the catechism. Our mothers were very religious, so every celebration, every mass, every twenty- fifth of December, every celebration that was given to a particular saint, we went there together with them. And it was one of these celebrations in which this account occurred. As surprising as it appears it happened inside a church, The church we were going to, because even that we were going to catesism together had in its back, since it was a church, because it was large, it was a church that had been in the village for decades. In his backyard he had, so to speak, a maze. They were herbs cut in a certain way to make it look like a small maze. It wasn' t that big, it was medium.

1:47 He had some corridors that went from right to left from top to bottom, although inside he could give the appearance of being large. The truth is, it didn' t take you long to get the exit. In fact, I, Jorge and many children too, of whom we were going to catechism, regularly put in this maze to play there, whether it be the hidden ones, etc, so it has to be taken into account that Jorge knew this maze, he knew it very well in this celebration. Anyway, we were all playing when they called us to the food that was tamales.

2:32 The tamales came from different, but obviously, we, as children, wanted the tamales of sweet, the tamales of roses for our bad luck, our catechism group. They weren' t the only kids that were there. They were all of different ages and, indeed, also of different churches. They had come to give the same celebration and among all the technical fireworks, among all the music, because these children ended the tamales of sweet and one of the lucky few that could reach of these tamales was Jorge. Jorge, although he was my friend, knew very well that he was leaving with me, he had to also give to the other children. And because Jorge is a very good person we could say good eating and he didn' t want to give then, he thinks the most optimal thing is to go that maze, hide there, since nobody was inside him. In fact, you could see it was all dark. He went slowly, got into the maze and started eating his tamales there, along with his soda. He looked up and said he was only seeing the pyrotechnic furs. When you start listening to a little laugh, a little laugh that comes from the depths of the maze. What

4:05 he immediately believes is that maybe there are children playing so he rushes and almost a tamale stuck in his mouth, at the same time they eat them seconds, gives a long sip to his glass of soda and when he is ready to leave he keeps listening to those laughs it becomes strange and he, out of mere curiosity, begins to walk into the maze to see whose laughter are. They look like kids' laughs, so danger. Practically he did not see, but as he got closer and closer and more and more he began to see something in the darkness of the night. It looks like a kid in a corner of a maze hall. But this boy, according to George, seemed strange. All his clothes were grey, as well as his skin.

5:09 George says everything, absolutely everything was gray in it. Her hair, her face, her clothes. The only thing dark, but dark as darkness, were his eyes, eyes that kept seeing George without blinking. Jorge only discovered this once when he was quite close to this child and although he was frightened, he preferred to keep walking and getting more into the maze so as not to look scared. As I told you, Jorge knew this maze very well and he knew very well that there was more than one exit, so he started walking to another exit and it seemed that in every corner of this maze there were these children, gray children with dark eyes. Watching him did not move, at least they did not move from his place, because if they moved, his arms would cover their mouth as if they were laughing at Jorge. Jorge kept walking, trying to find a way out. He says he missed something surprising, but he was lost in the middle of everything.

6:34 The maze. It may have taken some half an hour to get out, a time that' s long enough to get out of that maze, even if it' s the first time you' ve come in. He says this maze was like it grew in a matter of seconds, but at the end of the day it came out. He' s very scared. He went to his mother Once after this and almost begging him to cry, he told him to go home. He didn' t tell me about this, at least until the next Saturday. In fact, that week we hardly saw each other for an idea. We were about nine or ten years old at the time, until the next Saturday, when our catechesis teacher told us that we would go into the Labyrinth to sit on the benches and take a class there, as there were Colibris and other little birds that were going in between the day and it was not the first time we did this. We didn ' t take it as anything unusual, except Jorge, who was the only one who didn' t want to come in and it was at that moment that he started telling us everything that had happened to our teacher. At the end of the day, I took into consideration what Jorge said and if he

8:05 was afraid to enter, because he wasn' t going to force him, we took the class outside, but out of our curiosity, I and other friends came in Alex We didn' t run into any children, but what we did find. They went with statues of angels, angels who, like all statues, were gray and large, like the height of a child with wings or his backs, like any figure of angel only with a strange detail. And it is that these angels had completely dark eyes. Those angels had not been before, they had put them last week, before the celebrated we joined together and even though we are children, we take into account the story of George and we no longer enter that labyrinth. Interestingly, and since we were honest with you and your whole community, we didn' t re- enter that maze for a long time, but something curious happened. Those angels didn' t last long, they pulled it out after three weeks. The causes of his withdrawal. They never wanted to count them, but I think you can already get an idea, especially for the janitor and the priest who

9:41 stayed in that church until late at night giving them my opinion. I think what they bought wasn' t statues of angels, they were other things that might carry something scary. My name is and sac towers. The experience I want to tell Alex to You and the whole haunted crypt happened to me as well as my friend. We both went through this. To tell you our experience, I have to tell you first what happened, because everything led to this. We are monegillos and we were monegillos for a long time. Our mothers are religious. In fact, right here we met at the church.

10:54 My friend by name, Virgil, was also a monegillo. We go to the father and also some people who stay to do the toilet. We pick things up sometimes, we settle the benches, we clean, we mop, etcetera, etcetera. The church that we had, to which we must emphasize. I and Virgilio never attended, since we were very small and we still did not introduce ourselves as monegillos when this one was still standing, so to speak, this church before we entered. This was inexplicably set on fire.

11:41 It was a church that most of its construction was made of wood, so you will already know that with fire it burned very quickly. They continued to teach, but I found a corner. Here it was not a church, it was a house under construction. There was a very wealthy person had that house, he had others, he had businesses and he was building a house there. But since this person is also very religious, he told the priest and the other people who were in charge there that without any problems they could grab the house to carry out the Masses, the celebrations, etcetera. The house wasn' t even finished. It was mostly black work. And it was in this very period that I and Virgil entered like monegillos. The priest had been performing Mass there for about six to seven years and during that time we were there. But everything changed when a new priest was going to give Mass to that church. He knew everything that had happened and the construction of the other church, obviously, was in the process this time of blogging material, marble concrete parts, but it was very late, since everything was voluntary.

13:16 When the other priest arrived, he said that the first Mass he wanted to give wanted to be given in that church. And obviously, because everyone excited, we wanted to please him. The other church occupied itself more than anything to store certain things that the house did not fit some tables, some furniture, statues, etcetera, etcetera. And we all got to work to accommodate the benches, to accommodate everything. There was a certain detail and that is that in this Church there was still no electricity, so we all carried candlelight torches that were put to both ends from within the Church to illuminate all this. Mass took place like any other normal mass, and once it was over, we went out and just when we were already changing. First Virgilio was given the order to go inside the Church and take out all the candles and torches that were there. While nothing could be burned anymore, it was more than superstition. They didn' t want another accident to happen the same way. Virgil came in. I remember how I saw him walk through that wooden door. I kept talking, I changed, the minutes passed and it was strange for me not to go out until one of the mothers at that.

14:52 That' s where he told me, hey Isaac, you can go help him. Virgil' s already running late. Turn off all sails and torches and those that cannot be turned off take them all out, place them in the warehouse that is to the bottom to the left. I willingly entered anyway, between two of us we can finish the job faster. But when I open the door, I see one side of the church only illuminated. The other side was completely dark. Obviously, Virgilo had already put all the ones on one side, but this was not the strange thing. This telling the truth may be something that was already waiting for me. But what was waiting for me at all was to see Virgilio there in the center, in the hall of the center, facing the door looking at me did not seem normal. His eyes were bumpy, they were like they had no life.

16:00 It was a lost look. Virgilo was just standing like he was some kind of doll. The look was penetrating. He was staring at me and he wasn' t even blinking. I got close to him and, even though I noticed this, I just thought that Virgilio, like so many other times, wanted to make me a joke. I went and said, hey, don' t play dumb. Let' s finish, it' s already late. The Mass ended at approximately nine o' clock in the evening and by that time there was already a quarter to ten. I didn' t want to be late to my house, so I told her let' s move this all in, but Virgilio didn' t move. He was just standing there I kind of ran through his shoulder, almost as if pushing him to move. And there I noticed another strange thing, alex, is that her shoulder was hard, hard, petrified. It was like I wanted to push a pole or push a concrete wall. And I even felt that I hurt myself, I turned around and watched it just to see that Virgilio kept watching me with those fluttering eyes without blinking. And now with a little smiley

17:33 grin, like he' s having some fun. I said look, don ' t play dumb. Let' s go pick up everything. I went and started to pick up the candles, started to pick up the torches, started to turn off some, started to accommodate others more than anything to grab them. All together and take them to the warehouse. While I was doing all this, Virgilio was following me. It was behind me at most about a meter away, watching me only the only thing I heard from him were the footprints. I was sick of it. I was telling him I remember Look, Virgilio, this joke is too much. You' re such a pain in the ass. Help me, but Virgilio wouldn' t answer me.

18:26 I got to the warehouse and inside it I heard there was movement, like they were stacking something. I opened the door immediately and threw in the torches. When in that I see Virgilio inside the warehouse and he tells me hey, you don' t abdicate me, you don' t see that I' m accommodating them. The first thing I do by reflex Alex is not turn back. I' m puddling across the street. I close the door and ask him how you' re in here You were out with me, right now, virgins. He' s missing me by looking at me and telling me no. I' ve been here the whole time, only I dropped some torches and I' m settling them, but I haven' t gone outside. It' s no more and I didn' t see you when you came in at the time I' m out of the air, like when someone hits you in the stomach and you can' t talk.

19:30 The same thing was happening to me. I think I' ve been scared. I closed the door behind me and to top it this door has one detail and it is that it has no insurance. There' s no way to put it safe. There is only the handle to open and close anyone, whether inside or outside can open the door and at that time they tried to open it. I told Virgilio, help me, he wants to come in. He wants in. Virgilio was confused, but being my friend, he helped me, obviously. But sooner rather than later, the Jalonites ended and then we heard like a hand with very long nails. They started scratching the door, not in a sudden way, rather in a way that we could hear from within. Luckily, we had a rectangular window behind us in the warehouse. It wasn' t big enough to fit in for her, but if it was big enough for our heads to come out and ask for help and exactly her we did, the mothers and the priest immediately entered the church. They opened the door and asked us what had happened. We

21:06 couldn' t figure out how to explain what happened. We only told him that the door had broken, although the father rather wondered how the scratches had happened. At the wooden door. There were scratches, five tears, a human hand passed in different parts of the door. We didn' t know how to explain that. We didn' t have long nails and to make those marks they almost had to make claws, so they couldn' t blame us for this. And for that night terror ended. But it was more than enough for us, because in no way did we return to that church every time the cool one was celebrated and we didn' t go, we lacked and within a few years we got out of being monegillos. While we are currently going churches to take Mass to that Church, neither I nor Virgil stopped hi Alex. I want the next story, please share it anonymously.

22:45 It' s a family story. I and my mother listen a lot to your content, we listen a lot to horror stories, but in particular, we like your channel very much and that' s why we want to share this story with you. This story belongs to my grandmother, who is no longer among us. She already passed away about nine years ago, and this experience happened to her in her last weeks of life. My grandmother is a person who liked to go to church a lot. I went to all the Sunday Masses, both in the morning afternoon and also to those that celebrated during the week. My grandmother was very ill, very ill- healthed. The doctor even told him that he was not optimal to go to the Church.

23:45 But she' s like people before. You can' t restrict anything to her. The street didn' t go out much. I was just going to church. But there was an eye day when he didn' t go to the Church. This day, in fact, a mass was not even practiced. It was a weekday. She had left the house because she had gone for an errand near a store to bring some certain chicken meat vegetables, as she liked to prepare that kind of broth. When he passed near the church, it was about eleven o' clock at night. It was too late, she had to be asleep. But when he was passing in front of it, walking at a slow pace going, he saw that inside the Church there was light, through the windows, through the slits, from the doors, from the sides and the main door was open at least one inside the church there were people and you can hear how the priest was giving mass.

25:11 My grandmother is surprised as the slope of all the Masses that were celebrated was already there. So, as expected, he slowly stepped into the church to see if there was any place to sit and found it. She went and sat down and I' m going to talk to you like she told us. Most people were dressed in black and even something very strange, also the priest. She didn' t know him. He said he was someone else. He was not the same priest who gave the Mass in that church.

25:53 He also wore his clothes completely dark, completely black. All people were absolutely strange to her. And maybe this for some people doesn' t sound like something abnormal, but you have to keep in mind that my grandmother was very religious. My grandmother always went to Mass, so every time I went I knew more people and she already knew what people were going on such a day and what people were going on another day. I already spoke to most of the people who went to church, but at that time it seemed that they were all strangers to her. What she thought was that perhaps at that time some wake was taking place, some last words, but there was no coffin, there was no person at the center and even the Mass was not about anyone. Another strange thing that was happening is that the smell inside the church was different. Incense leaves a very particular smell, also different lotions carried by different people. But my grandmother says that at that moment she smelled like

27:30 she' s burned, like when they' re making a fire, like when something' s burning that penetrating smell that even made her cough several times at Mass. Everyone was quiet. This was very strange because, even though people were very devoted, suddenly some voices were heard as they moved like people, they got up and then came there. It seemed like they were all petrified, that is, they didn' t move. People were sitting as if they were statues, just looking up front, paying attention to nothing.

28:18 He had a very strange way of talking. It was very carded in the words of my grandmother. It was words like a robot would say or maybe someone who was reading something. My grandmother can' t stand this, the smell, the aspects of people, everything was strange to her. He began to invade a terror that he had to leave the church. He came to the house and explained to my mother what had happened. Three days after this, my grandmother fell into bed, we took her to the hospital and she was hospitalized. It was a week and a half and she lost her life.

29:10 Some time later, perhaps three weeks later, when my mother was giving the news to the different people my grandmother knew, but unfortunately we had no contact with them and they could not be present in the wake between talk and talk in the Church. My mother asked them and I, being there with her, was present about that strange mass that had been performed on that date. The people, all, absolutely all, including the priest and two pairs of nuns, told my mother that no Mass had taken place that day, that no priest was allowed there to give Mass, that it would not have been that no Mass was held much less dressed in black at eleven o' clock in the night. It' s a date we don' t really know where he went, what ceremony my grandmother went to, maybe it was one that actually caused him to die Hi, Alex. My name is Laura

30:52 González. The next experience I want to tell you as strange as it seems, happened to me inside a church. I had just been relieved and I always, when I was pregnant, asked God a lot, the different saints to support me with my pregnancy, to make please the baby come well, come healthy, there is no complication and, fortunately, my prayers were heard. My Baby was born healthy and very strong, very heavy, so after his birth daily he went to church and took him clear until he was a recommended age, already to get him out that it was about four months after I started taking him to the Church. On one of these occasions something strange happened to Alex I don' t know why, but I had an encounter with something evil within this very church, a church to which I had gone since I was a child. I went to her. It was a church that always had a very good work. I don' t know what happened.

32:19 The case was as follows. I arrived with my baby in my arms and because there were many people, sometimes some mass was filled with other people, on the contrary, they were very empty. For example, in the evening there are many more people than in the morning, at least where I am and I went during the night, I had gone with my partner and my parents and because there were many people and I barely reached a seat in a foil chair there to the corner of the most backward. Obviously, my family said look you bring the child sit there with him. They, on the other hand, left and took Mass from the entrance of the church.

33:07 I was there with my baby, which I have to mention was very laughing. He was a baby who rarely cried even with strange people. He was very loving to everyone and smiled at him, so I noticed very strange that my baby started babbling and smiling behind my shoulder. I turned, but I didn' t turn completely, just for the corner of my eye. I saw someone sitting back didn' t care and I kept looking forward until my baby started crying, started to be in a very irritated way. She cried, but she cried wildly. I thought I was hungry, but not that either. The child wants to move away from something. The boy was feeling something. In that I turn and see that sitting behind me, there is a man, a man dressed in black, with a long old beard, with veins marked on his forehead and next to both eyes, the color of his eyes was like gray were, like opaque, like those eyes that have

34:37 no life, like the eyes of the corpses. Just seeing her look at me scared me. I turned immediately and tried to control my child. But this one every time he saw this man, he was attacking again to cry. When they turn again I saw that this man was making him grimaces, but far from being those grimaces that are therefore to make the child laugh, these grimaces were horrifying, disturbed, They were grieving with disgust. Even I said I' m sorry I' m bothering you or you want something.

35:30 This man just stared at me and followed. Which made me never forget. Alex was slowly opening his mouth and emanated from it a stinking smell and was pulling out his tongue, a tongue so long that he dropped that he even overcame his chin. I' m almost sure and even though I didn' t see his chin because of the beard, which had long and white, it' s still falling. It was a very big tongue and I can even tell you that it had no teeth, it had like some kind of pointed little tusks. Immediately I got up and left the church even crying for luck, at the entrance, looking at me was my partner and also my father. They both stopped me and asked me what was going on, why I was crying. I simply replied that this gentleman, that gentleman had been ugly with me and also ugly with the baby that had been bothering us and that I wanted to go home. At that moment, my partner tells me but which one, sir, are you alone there in the corner. I turned around to point it at him. But, in fact, there was no one behind me, there was only one white wall. I asked my

37:05 mother, my father, my partner so much that they didn' t see him. My partner, the most honest of the three, told me I didn' t take my eyes off you, especially because you bring the baby and I' m not lying to you, you' ve been alone there. Nobody' s sitting behind you. We also left at this time and I have never had an answer to what happened that night, just something that I saw and that my baby also saw, something that was harassing us that night inside the church. The manic crypt churches. These are places where I think we all feel safe. We are supposed to be taught from a young age that this place is God' s house. Therefore, many of us do not expect paranormal things to happen or strike to say, paranormals in the realm of fear as if they were frightened, as if they saw some shadow, as if they were testifying within a church, some terrifying fact. No one is expected as they are, such as these two sisters were not expected.

38:30 These two sisters explain that they were very attached to the church. They were people who, even as children, went to certain events and were also monegillos or acolytes. It is these children who support the priest in the different tasks he needs. During the Mass. These two girls experienced disturbing events, one in a wake and the other simply for making a mistake and not following a strange rule that this church had. Their stories are the following Hi Alex I would like to tell you two stories on this occasion. One belongs to my sister and the other happened to me. My name is Maira and my sister' s is Julia. Both my sister and I have grown up in a very Catholic family. Our parents have raised us with a certain proximity to the church. You know, they sent us to catechism, they sent us to retreats, and when we were more teenagers, we were in these catechetical and youth service groups. But what I want to tell you happened to us in childhood. I' m older than my sister. Therefore, I want to tell you my experience first. This happened to me when I was seven.

40:07 At that age, I had barely entered as an altar boy. The altar boys in this type of churches have certain things that we must perform beyond being in mass they will see in this type of village churches we do not have people who take care of the toilet or are janitors. All those who perform cleaning or maintenance in the different structures of the church are rather volunteers of the same town, of the same neighbors and closeness. Obviously, the altar boys performed this and at a certain Saturday Mass I was given the task of saving all the musical instruments and cleaning certain areas of the church, as well as helping with the chairs in the accommodation, since at that time there were not enough benches and we used plastic chairs for the rest of the people who arrived and did not reach bench. There was a legend a certain tale of terror that was among the monegillos and also of teenagers. These teenagers, who were already fourteen sixteen years old, were not in this group, had already left, they already contributed more from the study by family issues, but they themselves gave certainty of this and that is that when everything was closed in that

41:39 church, they had to keep all the instruments, each guitar, each drum, each violin and also, of course, there was a piano. That piano has a wooden cover that you raise and lower so that it can be played with these instruments. Obviously, they are helped for the chants and it was well taken into account that all of these had to be kept and covered. Probably. Otherwise, they said that they were calling on a soul that was hovering in the Church and obviously, when I heard this, I did not pay much attention to it. I am a Catholic person and I know very well that the Church, as well as cemeteries, are holy fields.

42:31 So to speak, souls were not allowed, or at least it was what I imagined, evil spirits souls. Entering this kind of enclosures was not logical. It was supposed to be God' s house. But on that night that I had to keep all the instruments, I forgot to cover the piano, put down that wooden cover and put the padlock on it. Before I left, a mother came with me and told me that Maira would forget that everything is in her place in the Church. After that go close the door, put the lock on him and come with us that your parents are already waiting for you outside. This church has a kind of patio and there we met at the time. I ran to the church and just as I entered I started listening to the piano keyboards. Like these were played over and over again. It wasn' t random sounds. It wasn' t like someone was touching him like that for touching him. No. This piano played melodies, melodies that I very well remembered. It seemed like a person. But of course, as I walked down that hallway in the middle and finally having

44:06 that piano in sight, I saw that there was no one. It seemed like he was touching himself. This was enough for me. I immediately ran out, closed the door, picked up the lock and went immediately with the mother to return the key to her. I had forgotten to cover the piano very well and that had been the consequences. I tried not to think about it, although clearly at night I could not sleep, but the next day I arrived as it was always Sunday and had to perform at the morning Mass for all those people who could not go at night or in the evening pass it turns out that it was being said among the nearby neighbors and the more people that fit they have been listening all night as the church piano played and played and played. It wasn' t like a loud noise, it wasn ' t a noise to disturb them. But if you paid close attention, you could hear that melody. They were asking both the father and other people there in the Church that if someone had stayed at night, even two children, two young people of some thirteen fourteen years old, had passed by at ten o' clock in the night for errands you know, and had listened

45:40 to this piano. These two young people said they had seen through the window, but the whole Church was in darkness inside. You couldn' t see anything the lights off, the windows mostly closed, you could only hear the sound of the piano playing repeatedly. I remember very well that what happened was that that mother took me by the wrist and pulled me out of everyone, out of the whole crowd and all my companions, and only asked me a question maira truth that you did not close the lid of the piano. I didn' t answer him. I was so shocked. The only thing I could do was with my head to say no. She didn' t tell me anything. He simply bowed his head, gestured and told me to continue with what was already getting late. After that they performed other things in other areas of cleanliness and accommodation, but the musical instruments never made me accommodate them again. This story belongs to my sister by name, Julia. This happened to her even younger than me. She was a few five or six years

47:15 old. Even the case was that he was among the first years of primary school. She was going with me back then I was getting older. She would be a few twelve years old, so she also came in as a very young baby. That' s right, and my parents, of course, took care of him a lot. I knew where my sister was at all times and every minute of the day we met in the Church. My sister was a very good cover girl. At that time she listened to me and there were only three places where I found her. Almost sure. One cough was in the fountain, another of them, because in the bathroom and the third point, the third place was almost always where I found it.

48:13 In fact, she always went to that place. Once we ended the Mass, and it is that outside the Church there was a stop, a stop made of cement with a sheet roof that was already very worn out. The path that stood in front of the Church. Previously, many years ago, it had been a main road, so to speak, it was a dirt road, but as the years passed, other roads were paved and so was this road. Little by little he lost the inflow of cars, so the stop didn' t make sense anymore. Therefore, it was no longer maintained.

49:02 Whenever we had just finished Mass, my sister would go to that flat and cement bench to paint there. She always carried a coloring book. When it was over, one immediately asked my mom to another and so she always spent it. He went there and colored passe and it turns out that on that occasion, almost immediately after the end of the Mass, a coffin and several people entered. What was clear to me is that after the Mass was over, they had to pray to a person, a person who had surely just died, so quickly I and all the monegillos cleaned everything, moved everything, prepared everything, since we, as a matter of course, were not present in that kind of thing. I did what I had to do and immediately left I changed immediately in the courtyard, which is not difficult, because it is only our tunic. We' ve got her on top of our clothes. We just took it off. I thought my sister at the time, if she wasn' t inside the church, was probably inside the bathroom.

50:25 But not my sister tells me and this she remembers perfectly. He remembers it very well. This memory is clear in your mind by what you always tell me that it wasn' t your imagination, that this really was. She saw it. She says she was still inside the Church when I left. In fact, she says she saw me go out for this very thing. She quickly ended what she was doing and chased me in the middle. That' s where they slow her down and it' s a voice that says" Girl, girl, don' t go away," as I say. My sister wasn' t rude, so she turned politely and asked who was next. I come back and, I repeat, my sister says what she saw and remembers it very well. He was a man with no face sitting. It was one of the benches of the Church. This man came in a black suit, his face had no eyes, he had no nose ears, hair not even a mouth, so she doesn' t explain how it was possible that she could hear his voice. The man stretched out

51:58 his hand and this one was strange. It was a hand or the shape of one but it had no nails and how wrinkled we have on our fingers, that wrinkled that we have on our skin, so we can flex our fingers and the marks on our palms. That this man didn' t have. It was just skin, no wrinkles, no marks. Even though I ' m describing it to you and maybe for some of you, it does make a scary way. My sister says she wasn' t inspired by fear even by what she saw. She was very calm. She felt that this man had no bad intentions. The man simply stretched out his hand and told her you can sit here next to me for a few minutes only my sister doesn' t know why, but she agreed. He sat at the side of this man and remembers that the only thing I asked him together at that time was that I told him to listen, sir, and you know the man who passed away. That man replied that yes, he was a very good friend, but that now, at that time he was in a better place. After a few minutes of absolute silence and the father began the ceremony, this strange man told my sister already I can tell you she didn'

53:30 t say anything, she just got up and left. This man was retired from the entire crowd, sitting back. So, on the way out of the church, my sister came out and at that moment she joined my experience. As I tell you, I was out before her. I was already in my civilian clothes talking to my friends. I find it strange not to have seen her usually always comes out and hugs me and goes to the stop to continue coloring. It' s a very safe place. All the neighbors know us, so there' s no problem and almost no car goes through there. I ask my friends to hear they have seen my sister and one of them answers me, because it is not where always there coloring at the stop and when he tells me at the stop, where it always is.

54:36 At that moment, the sheet roof falls down on that cement bench and I will go to two boys, one with an arm and one with a leg of his foot. More specifically, since they were close to there. While they were wounded, it was nothing serious, just one response, but it made me scream because I thought my sister was there, sitting there as usual, I immediately scream ran towards the ceiling. Many of my friends help me help the other boys and help me lift the sheet roof just to see that my sister was not there. There' s no trace of her or her backpack. And at that moment my sister is going out happy as usual, as if nothing had happened. I run the hug to her and ask her where she' s been. She answers me that with a man who was sitting listening to the Mass. Sure, she takes me to that place.

55:52 We don' t mess around. He points it out to me through the window, but that man, as expected, was no longer there. My sister' s not sure what she saw that day. He knows that his baby, who is not human, but who, in short, was not bad, although his appearance was enough to believe that he was a perhaps malicious spirit or something else, everything he did was exactly the opposite, because if this entity, this creature, this spirit, had not stopped my sister, she would have gone, like every afternoon, to color at that stop and the foil ceiling would have fallen on him. Needless to say, after this, she did not see any spirit in that church again. This only happened to him once.