HORRORES VIVIDOS EN CEMENTERIOS Y MAS / RELATOS DE TERROR PARA NO DORMIR / L.C.E.

0:20 Hi, Alex, and I also greet your entire community. What I want to talk to you about is an experience that happened to me many years ago when I was a child. I want to be told anonymously, as my relatives don' t like it very much when they discuss these things, especially my parents, even though they are older people. They are very Catholic, very religious, and what I did at the time of my life as a child, as they saw it very bad eyes will see despite having a very religious family. In a way, that also blamed me for doing, so to speak the curious with certain paranormal things. I knew God, I also knew the devil by the words of the Bible, but then I met the ghosts and certain things one has to do to invoke them, Even though I was in catechism at the time I was a few nine years old. This made me very curious about the subject and gradually as time passed, for I wanted to know more about it. So I started playing some forbidden games, as they say, I started playing the uija, I started playing some other

1:51 things, but what I want to highlight here or what I want to talk to you about is the time I played with a friend of mine. I remember that we were both, like, ten years old, one of the first times my parents left me alone in the house. Of course, I was pleased, especially by having company as my friend. We had no adult supervision and we felt like kings in the house. So much so that being alone, after watching a little TV, we came up with an idea of doing an invocation ritual. We got into Internet pages, started looking and found one. It should be noted that by this time all the games we had had because we had had no luck contacting some entity or ghost, so we did it more than anything because of the emotion. I think a certain part of us knew nothing was going to happen, but the opposite happened. This game dictates that you need a daughter or a bath. The game says it doesn' t have to be a bathroom necessarily, but that' s the most prudent thing, since you occupy a mirror and a room that doesn' t have windows or that has very few windows or only a very small one.

3:17 Obviously, these come into the characteristics of a bathroom. You have to make the invocation in front of the mirror with the daughter resting under it, whether you put it in a sink or on a table. There are other things you have to do, but I think it' s wise not to tell them, because I' m not going to be a smart guy who wants to repeat it. So that' s how far I' m going to keep the explanation. What happens is that the game has to be played alone, that is you just have to play inside the room without any companion.

3:58 My friend waited for me outside this one. Obviously, in the hallway, on the side of the door, I started playing, but as expected I found no answer, I made no contact with anything. My friend came in, it was his turn, and just like that, a few minutes later he comes out saying there' s nothing. He made no contact with anything. We both knew this was gonna happen. More than anything, it was because of the excitement of doing the ritual. We left the daughter. Then my parents were gone and as soon as they arrived I was going quickly to keep it. They didn' t know I had it. I forgot to comment on something, because in the ritual, the word was written in the mirror, like this and not at the ends of each one of this.

4:50 I left the mirror also so stained with the words, as well and not with a marker and we went down to the room. We continue our night of fun. We started playing Xbox three hundred and sixty and all the talk we had, all the noise. The hours passed and passed until about ten o' clock at night, an hour or so my parents would arrive. In that my friend, they make him want to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is on the second floor, so this one walks up and up the second floor. I hear the door closes. I keep playing blocking his control and I keep playing the video game. I' m not sure how many minutes went by, but suddenly I hear someone' s banging on the window, the window facing the backyard, I stop the game. I just turn around to make sure I keep hearing that blow. But this time that blow is that and now I hear it from the kitchen window to stop again suddenly and now listen closer to it taps in the living room window.

6:13 A few feet from me, I stood on the couch. I went to see immediately and saw a shadow, a shadow that quickly hid. We were ten years old, we were not particularly tall people and the shadow I saw assuming the height of the window was a silhouette also small, more or less like our height, so I thought at that time that maybe it was my friend who was just bothering me. We had seen horror movies, we had done that ritual and we were playing scary games. Obviously, I think he thought I was sensitive. I opened the door, went out to the front yard and saw quickly as a shadow, ran and entered one of the walls of the house as if wanting to run towards the back yard. I thought he was my friend for this moment, so I just yelled at him and told him he' s quitting the nonsense. He' s going to keep playing, yes or no. I left the door open more than anything to see that I had already discovered it. But the point is, the minutes pass and I hear footsteps coming in. I keep playing, so I don ' t pay attention. It' s not like the fence across the street

7:45 was run into chains, so no one could get in. I knew the only ones in the house were my friend, and I got the steps in behind me. They pass straight and enter the kitchen the same without uttering a single word. I, for this moment, don' t pay attention to him and I keep playing. My eyes are busy staring at the screen, when I hear a scream coming from the second floor. It was my friend ' s scream that said hey, help me and I' m done, but you don' t have toilet paper. I turn around and ask him, but what is it in the bathroom that you weren' t out there?

8:33 He told me funnyly, because what do you want me to do, to do my needs. Outside, help me, I don' t have toilet paper. I find it strange. I go immediately to the kitchen and I don' t see anyone. Alex Until now I was already afraid, because I thought someone had gone into the house. My friend was in the bathroom on the second floor and there was another bathroom in which we had made that game. Demonia on the first floor, where all the toilet paper was found. I opened the door slowly, because it was closed, but there was no alex When I turned on the light, I saw that the daughter was in her place up there from the sink, but the mirror was not the same. It was broken, but only on one side, and all this tearing of the mirror came to the same place where I had written the word, yes, where I often asked if anyone was there, if I could make contact with anyone. And the last one, before I left the bathroom, I asked if anyone could come. What I did was wrong, but it was a child at the time I wanted to live anything paranormal to

10:09 this one that I soon lived I took the toilet role. I ran off with my friend and told him to do what you have to do quickly and we' re gonna get out of the house. I think someone got in my friend came out and there was no need to explain to him that there was someone else. When we were going down the stairs and I want you to put yourself in our place, we were two ten- year- olds. We saw that below these where the stairs were finished and where the other bathroom door was on the first floor, there was a shadow standing there in the darkness, another child about ten years old, but we could not see features. It was just a shadow like waiting for us to come down.

11:00 I and my friend went up the stairs again and locked ourselves in my room. We even put my bed and I remember that toy chairs, sleeping bags all over that door like believing that all that would stop some kind of spirit We were very innocent at the time and there we stayed until my parents arrived, to whom I had to tell them the truth. They blessed the house the day after this and I was scolded for life. This experience stopped me in all my desires to live something paranormal and also stopped all my likes for doing games or rituals. Besides, it' s saying that the daughter I used broke it and threw it away when we were traveling to another state.

11:58 I didn' t want to know about that anymore. I didn' t want to repeat what I did innocently to invite an entity to my own house.

12:39 Good night, I want to tell everyone a paranormal experience that happened in my family. This story has been told in my family for many years. It happened to my uncle when he was a young man of about nineteen or twenty at that age, especially when he was in town. The young people, apart from going to work, going to help in planting or working in the different markets, are the main audience of the dances, those dances that were done in the square or in some restaurant or even in the middle of the houses of neighbors that came together. That was the case that night.

13:33 My uncle, being a young man, obviously, went very well arranged, perfumed, combed and about nine o' clock at night, was dancing with different girls. Even though the night had gone well, even though it had been fun, let' s say it didn' t go well, because it didn' t get any date, We couldn' t say surprise some girl, so maybe at three in the morning, when already at the dance there were only gentlemen and some older women, not because they are old, they are only women and lords of forty years, forty- five. Young people usually leave before 2: 00 in the morning when they go in company with their parents or give them a deadline. There in the villages I talk to you about the old days, so my uncle decided to walk home.

14:41 I was a little drunk, I had a drink, but I wasn' t drunk. He remembers very well that he could hold on and aside, he was placated boy. She was sad, because the girls she liked had passed him. He walked and walked, but during his course passed in front of a cemetery. It wasn' t because he would' ve looked for it, but it was just that the cemetery was left from going home. I had to go through there many times, so the fear factor wasn' t there. He wasn' t afraid to pass in front of the pantheon.

15:24 It was very common for him to do that when he gets to listen to someone, to someone who asks for help the voice of that girl comes from inside the cemetery. My uncle turns to see her and, in his own words, says she was a beautiful girl, the prettiest girl he' d ever seen in the whole town and she was about her age, at least on her face. He thought that at most he would be about twenty years old, dressed in red in a dress and sat on one of those block walls at the entrance to the cemetery. But inside, my uncle was very surprised by the beauty of this girl. This girl pulled out her arms and gave her a sign, told her to come closer that she needed help, that she had been locked in the cemetery. For this it has to be explained that that girl wore like a cloth, like a sheet something light, something thin that she wore at all times between her knees down, that is, that that sheet had her on her knees covering all her legs until

16:56 she reached the floor. At no time did this young lady get up at any time. Every minute he spent talking to my uncle, he made them sit down in that place. He told my uncle that if, please, he could open the door, since the caretaker was gone and left him crooked. My uncle, obviously, like a white gentleman who was probably thinking of flirting with those girls, if not that he was already doing it, he said with all pleasure that he would open the door. For her he went and found the surprise that, although there were chains, it was not a very secure door. It was a door that only had an overlayed chain, but what stood out a lot, what seemed very particular to him, was that there was a cross, a cross that was in the middle of the chains. I miss you. My uncle is very religious. He doesn' t throw away the crucifixes, even though he' s only anywhere, makes him decide to remove the chain and without throwing the crucifix, he leaves it there hanging that girl says please, remove the whole chain. I just can

18:29 ' t get out like this. My uncle, probably because of the drink, became strange to her, but at the end of the day, she was a pretty girl and wanted to impress her. So he grabs the crucifix, grabs the chain and removes it completely, but puts it very slowly and delicately. There on the ground floor. At the time, that girl gets up and my uncle realizes she wasn' t a woman I was talking to. That girl had risen and her height had changed. Obviously, all the time he sat there, but when he got up he passed the height of methio. What' s more, it almost reached the height of the gate.

19:23 She was a woman who could easily measure a few feet or maybe two meters. Then that sheet he held hiding his legs. He just dropped it, shining that he had no legs like a human, he had legs like those of a net, big hooves, and they gave him that height. My uncle obviously fell back into the sand, screamed, crawled for what he could and that strange woman, with a very beastly force, opened both gates of the cemetery very easily and ran away until she got into the darkness.

20:29 My uncle came to the house, he was pale and couldn' t talk. They took him to sweep that if they took him to do different cleanings and with the days he was able to speak again. It was all because of the scare and after saying everything I had lived. This story of my uncle joins with that of the keeper of the cemetery, since that keeper also said that in the evenings, a strange cow with big horns would get into the cemetery and the keeper would see it. He was trying to scare her away, but the beef wasn' t leaving too many nights. That cow with huge horns scared the carer so much that he ran out of the cemetery, as that beef wanted to be carnated. This stopped only in one way, and is that the caretaker spoke with other ladies of the village and told him to put crosses, to put crosses all around, that very probably that was not an animal only that came to scare him away, but that maybe it was a witch or a witch or maybe a gual. The caretaker did

22:03 it, but that last night, perhaps that cow had been trapped in the cemetery and could not leave, precisely because of the crucifixes that he had placed. My grandmother says that, in fact, that was a witch, because witches take the form of something that benefits them, either to go stealing or, either to get things for their witches, and we know very well that witches love to work with pantheon soil, but also to work with the bones of the corpses. My uncle says that' s what happened that night, that he met a witch at that cemetery or good night Alex. My name is Juan Carlos Carvajal. My experience is as follows. Before I tell you

23:40 this experience, I have to put them a little in tune, as was my life at the time. This has already happened a few years ago and still previous years. It gave rise to this. When I was younger, I had a certain argument with my brother. We went out fighting and for a long time, maybe about three or four years we stopped talking because of this anger we had, an anger that didn' t go beyond some insults, that is, nothing physical, but we said very hurtful words. Despite this, I did not hate him, but what I did take very seriously is that reconciliation was going to take imminent time. But how are things alex I thought I was going to talk to my brother again maybe after three four years, yes, by the time this happened we hadn' t talked to each other for almost three years. But I thought the moment I was gonna need him, he was gonna be there. But God had or rather the universe or destiny. They had other plans for us. My brother died from a car accident and was run over. I got the news. Like a

25:11 bucket of cold water, I couldn' t get to her burial. I lived in another state. His wife was aware of our fight, but she still warned me and obviously, I confirmed that I was coming, but it took me so long, so when I arrived, I arrived practically alone at the cemetery, they had already buried him, they had even put him on a tombstone. I only got to his grave once. Being there, Alex asked me over and over again why we hadn' t reconciled. I think that' s what affected me the most. Interestingly, when I finished talking to my brother' s grave, I decided to walk through the cemetery without any rassa. An apparent just wanted to walk and just walking through the tombstones, I ran into one person. He was a priest. This priest seemed to be praying, as he had his hands together and a rosary fell from these. I' m home. I said good afternoon, because it was about six or seven o' clock in the afternoon. He answered them to me and just as I was leaving as it was happening. That' s where he asked me, son, something bothers you, something weighs you, you look in your face and you sit down. I am a very Catholic person and at the time of speaking to the father in a certain way I

26:45 wanted to free myself with him. We talked a little bit and after about five minutes of putting it out briefly, I decided to tell her my problems as if it were a confession in a church. When I finished telling him everything he did. Maybe I took a few forty or forty- five minutes This priest told me not to worry. Your brother already forgave you. In fact, I could tell you that Rencor doesn' t even keep you. It was just a discussion that he shouldn' t have, but it happened that he distanced them for years. I assure you, he doesn' t keep you I hate you, just as you don' t keep it to him either. In a way, I felt very comfortable with this and asked him if he was already leaving. He said he was going to go on a man for the time being. I wanted to accompany him to the exit, but obviously I understood that he was making a few prayers. Possibly he had been a bishop who had attended a burial, so I only left, but I made the decision to wait for him at the cemetery door. I was there for a brief moment until the gravedigger or the caretaker approached me for this. The sun had hidden. The night was falling. He asked me, young man, we' re closing. I' d better get out

28:18 of here. I told him yes, I' m leaving I' m just waiting for one person. He' s a priest. He told me he was leaving. The man looked at me, turned to the cemetery and turned again. After this he walked away, but he came back at 15 minutes and said again sorry, young man, we' re closing. I advise you to withdraw that priest. He' s not coming out. That priest you' re talking about doesn' t exist. I kept looking at him weird. I thought this was one day, the kind of joke, some kind of comment to make him feel scared. But I had seen the bishop was a person of flesh and blood. I heard it, I saw it clearly, so I told the caretaker look I' m waiting for the father. He was there. I spoke to him just a few minutes ago.

29:22 Possibly it was a priest who came to the burial of a person or maybe he himself is praying for some family member of his or perhaps a friend who is buried here. Don' t want to see my face as a fool. The gravedigger took a chair, sat down, looked at me for a few minutes, sketched a slight smile on me. Then he got up took a lamp as by this moment, although it was not at night, there were already some spots where there was much darkness. He turned it on and told me to come with me. Let' s see that so- called father you tell me on the way. He told me look I wasn ' t making fun of you is that many people see this priest. It ' s a very common thing as a rule and what I understand are people who have some debt, have some regret with someone who has been buried in the cemetery, maybe some problem that could not be solved in life and always meet this priest. Just when he was telling me that alex we were coming to the grave. So far. I want to emphasize something and it'

30:55 s just that I didn' t go along with it. He was going to the front. He knew exactly the tomb where I had met the priest, a clear example that this was not the first time it had happened. When I came to her, she lit up that tombstone and there was the priest' s name, who had told me his name was Paul. There he was with his name, his surname and also his profession, a beloved bishop, a beloved priest throughout his community. That' s where this guy ' s body rested. After seeing the priest' s grave, I left that cemetery. Interestingly, although this story might be considered paranormal, I am not afraid of it. After talking to that priest, a weight fell from my shoulders. I no longer felt so guilty that the priest helped me solve the problems I had with my brother. There are spirits that I keep away from only tormenting people. I think they help them by being a bridge between the world of the living and the world of the deceased, like this father,

32:27 or at least that' s what I think. Thank you for sharing my experience. Greetings to all or the ALIX and community. My experience is as follows. This happened to me when I was little, when I was little, I loved going to visit my grandmother. My grandmother used to live on a ranch where she grew up, where she grew up and raised all my uncles and my mother. Eventually, all the children got married and left, and my grandmother was left alone in that house. So much so that he decided better to come to the city and be a little closer to us.

33:45 My grandmother spent her time renting houses until one came in where the distance she had left her children' s houses was the most suitable. But, however, I did not know what this house lived in. I was very small when this happened, so I only have this experience, a somewhat strange experience. When I came to visit this house, I noticed that it was very large and I noticed to a certain degree, a little luxurious, too luxurious, I would say. In fact, I remember that my mother talked a lot with my grandmother, that they rented her very cheap, possibly because maybe she was in some bad area, maybe she had some small details, but as much as they were looking for. The truth is, they couldn ' t find her. The house was very good and very cheap. I remember a lot of conversations about this. One afternoon when I was going to the second floor, where there was a viewpoint, a terrace all large, all beautiful, on which I loved to spend time. Sitting there drawing, climbing the stairs, I got to the hallway and just before I went out

35:16 to the terrace, something stopped me and it is that I saw a man, a tall, thin man in a suit. We could say this man had a bony face. It was not a skull, but its skin was very close to the bones. It was like he was extremely thin. This man blocked my way, stood in the middle of the hallway and asked me where you' re headed, little girl. I told him that on the terrace there I was going to draw, but this man told me no, that I could not go out to the terrace and that I better go back to the living room. Me at the time, what I thought was maybe it was some of my grandmother' s friends. My grandmother had several friends also around the city, people who were already, so, old grandmothers who had also moved to that city, maybe to believe their children closer to schools or maybe simply because they wanted to have a new breath in a city not being so much in the countryside anymore. I assumed he was one of those friends. I went down the stairs and I got into the coloring room.

36:36 In that, my grandmother asks me what, because I am not on the terrace, that I am always there and before answering her, my mother comes out of the room to also hear the explanation that I give to my grandmother and is that I tell her that a very tall thin man dressed in black told me that I could not go out to the terrace, that he had told me that I had to go back and be in the living room. Both my grandmother and my mother stayed looking at each other and my grandmother told my mother you see I' m not the only one watching it. The only thing I remember later is that my grandmother moved out of the house a real pity. I thought about that time, since I loved going to that house. But later, when I was a teenager, they told me what had really happened, and my grandmother was often frightened in that house, always seeing a tall, thin man dressed in a suit, the same man I saw that night. Such a man did not seem to exist, he was

38:07 a wandering soul who grieved in that house my grandmother. Much he told my mother, but my mother always attributed it to him that, perhaps, she was tired or stressed out, as she only saw this man through the corner of her eye, as if she were hiding and seeing him in the evenings the shadow only getting into rooms. He never spoke to him like I did. This is the only experience I have about how I spoke to one of those wandering souls.