MARATON DE RELATOS ATERRADORES DE NIÑOS / LOS MONSTRUOS DE MIS PESADILLAS ERAN REALES / L.C.E.

0:00 The following cryptomaniac compilation. It' s something very special. How many of us, when we were children, did not have this certain fear, of the darkness, of what is under the bed, to remain alone. All these experiences come from children or people who are now adults and were children when this happened to them or teenagers. This episode is very special, as many say that children, while they can say one thing or another little lie, when they are really scared, is because they actually saw something they can' t explain with words. I hope you enjoy this marathon. Do not forget that if you have any experience similar to this one, whether it is long or short, you can send it to me via my social networks, by private message or if it is short, you can share it right here in the comments. It just seemed like it. I hope you enjoy the marathon.

1:06 We' ll see you in a next video that has good night and terrifying nightmares. The next story comes from Angel Rosendo. Angel wants us to share an experience he had playing with the huija. He explains that this happened to him some time ago, he was already a young teenager in the company of his brothers, his two other brothers. To be exact, his brothers and he have always had a fascination for the paranormal and because of this, they always planned to do some ritual, do some of these games that are seen online, some of the games as popular as cripypastas, as challenges and clear as not to mention that the one at the top of the pyramid of these paranormal challenges is the daughter. Practically a paranormal game where you can talk to spirits. Angel and his brothers were very eager to play with this board even once out of curiosity and it was ken Halloween. They just waited until this Halloween date, because the boards are much cheaper and you can find them

2:38 in almost any market. He, along with his brothers, bought one. The truth is, he didn' t even come out face- to- face. It was so cheap. Obviously, their parents did not have the same thoughts as they did. His parents had him and his brothers flatly forbidden to play with the daughter, especially in the house. It was an obviously religious family, so they waited until they were there to be able to play with the board. They had thought of everything very well. They had some time to play, and they had soda candles. They wanted to spend about two hours playing more than anything, asking questions and all that kind of situation.

3:30 They wanted to live a maximum experience and even researched how to greet the deceased on the Internet. But it goes without saying that this did not work, or at least in the first few minutes. Angel says they started off with a lot of optimism, but after the minutes, five, minutes, ten, minutes, fifteen minutes, it' s optimism that all three of them had, practically became a disappointment. The board didn' t move. They were already bored with asking if anyone was there and even their older brother challenged the spirits to move something, to break something, but nothing just happened.

4:25 After half an hour there, their older brother, Angel' s older brother, got up. Mira told them, I have to go to the bathroom and then I' m going to make a phone call if something interesting happens, because he also wants to live that experience. If anything interesting happens, they yell at me. I' m gonna be late for the best. I didn' t come in about 20 minutes I was gonna talk on the phone and I was gonna smoke a cigarette, too. I was so bored. I wanted some air. Angel and his other brother took the oracle and began to move it around everything or. The board asking if anyone was there. When suddenly they notice that something else moves the oracle. The two brothers look at each other and with their pure gaze realize that it is not one or the other who is moving it. They say it was like a very strong force, but at the same time heavy, what moved the oracle was not something that moved it delicately, It wasn' t something very strong, as much as it even flattened the table started spelling the words Hello and started as who says the game. They were both very excited, they weren

5:55 ' t even scared. They were asked some questions that Angel says they were kept because they were personal questions and, being honest, he tells me that the questions that they asked the daughter, the truth is that they weren' t so surprising, They were teenagers, They were silly questions of that time, about such a girl, about such a boy and that the truth adds up nothing to the story. But, obviously they were at that point that they' re seeing that the board, if it' s moving, that the ritual if it' s working, that if they' re really playing with a spirit or at least some force. Obviously, because of this they remove the fingers of the oracle, he gets up and tells his other brother that he is going to go for his older brother, who is on the balcony right now smoking to come see this, to join in the fun, as he says. But something strange happens. He says he breaks a glass, one of the glass glasses with soda that they had. Obviously, it says that this seems more like drawing attention to one side of the same table, because the oracle on this occasion is moving very quickly from one side to the other, leaning on the fingers of his other brother, forming again and again the word no. Angel stops and asks him not to what. You

7:30 don' t want me to work for my brother, you don' t want me to talk to Ramiro. The huija begins to spell out his brother ' s name and, after dedetrearing Ramiro, immediately, puts the letters n or no. Angel knows those dark tales. He knows those horror stories that are told about the daughter Elizabeth that if she tells you something, for example, not or if she doesn' t want such a person to come in that she doesn' t want such a person to come out, you have to listen otherwise the spirit is going to go away. Or, like so many other stories, something much worse may happen. And that' s why you tell him it' s okay, I' m not gonna talk to him, but don' t do anything to him. And the moment Angel says he told her the board, don' t do anything to her.

8:28 Listen to some giggles coming from the upstairs hallway to the side, also steps back then they three were alone, alone completely in the house. And those laughs weren' t his big brother' s. He knows very well his brother' s voice, he knows very well the laughter he makes and the steps he has. He' s an old man, he' s a nineteen- year- old. The steps that were heard were small. The laughter that was heard was like alarmed children. They both threw the daughter out and ran up, lighting all the lights on her way. Upon reaching the hallway, they realize that their brother didn' t even go out on the balcony, he didn' t even get to call on his cell phone.

9:26 His brother was plummeting on the floor outside the bathroom. I had a little blood running at him in the back of his head dripping on the floor, it can be seen that he already had time and laid down. They both run or lift and start making him react. He' d lost a lot of blood. So, he was weak, he was dizzy. Angel explains that what had been done was a blow, a blow, the truth, very delicate on the back of the neck. They treated him, put alcohol in him, and in a matter of minutes, took him to a doctor, a doctor who was a few minutes away from the house. Then, upon arriving again at his house, with the luck that his parents had been further delayed and had not yet arrived, they took the daughter, took everything that was in the air of disorder and kept it and among the three agreed that this story would never be contradicted to their parents, at least until a few years passed. They still don' t tell their parents this. But oddly enough, after what happens here, Angel talks to a friend of his, a friend of his, like, the Baccalaureate. This friend, unlike Angel, plays quite a bit with the daughter and obviously he in her we could say curiosity or to make sure they didn' t release something bad.

10:58 He' s asking, hey, look, I' ve been playing with the daughter. This happened and this we did there, this and this angel emphasizes that they never said goodbye to the den, never called anything, nor said goodbye. They simply released the oracle and kept the table. Her friend says this shouldn' t be done, that you can open the door to something, but she can' t make sure that something was gone, so if something could have stayed there with him, with his brothers, with his family. But eel tells us that although this is repeated in several accounts he sees in his case, it is not so. Everything' s so normal at home. This story is five years old that happened and, fortunately, he says for his luck, he believes that what he was talking to them did not happen to this side, since there is nothing strange, while the board no longer have it with them. As they moved on to this experience, they made the decision to burn it. They didn' t want anything more to do with spirits. His longing to live something paranormal had finally been satiated, so they went on to burn the. Table in a vacant lot a story of the huija that luckily ended well, but that, ultimately,

12:33 Angel and his brothers gave a good scare when they were teenagers. What I want to tell you is something that may sound familiar to you. They remember that for a while it was very loud. A strange fact that happened in the woods. Many YouTube channels will take a video about this one and it is that in a lot of forests you can find stone or wood stairs.

13:24 In some cases. You will say that this may not be a big deal, but here' s the funny thing, and it' s that these stairs are very old. They have a singular construction, that is, they are not ruins, there is no floor or walls, columns, nothing. It' s like they' ve only started building a ladder in the middle of nowhere. The direction in which these stairs end is always uncertain, as they only go up, and it is as if out of nowhere you are stopping their construction dry, simply staying like a meaningless ladder, but that causes a lot of confusion. However, from this, the enigma of the builder is not solved and that is why the following experience scares me even more.

14:28 You will see when I was a teenager before one of my days passed away, who lived in the United States, we used to visit her a lot. At that time. My younger brother was just a five- year- old boy and sometimes we used to go to the country sometimes, whether for a walk, camping or just taking pictures. My aunt lived in the state of Virginia, so she imagined the big woods we were going to. My parents had enough confidence for us to walk just a little, the two of us alone, but not so far from them. Sure, on one of these occasions, my brother stepped forward while chasing animals and I followed him and he took me to one of these stairs. I remember it perfectly well.

15:28 It was a stone made of white stone, with part of its surface invaded by nature. She looked beautiful to some extent, as an exit from a fairy tale and there were even butterflies and nightingales. Flying over and around this one. My brother climbed these stairs running down and down again and again, until in one of these so many times he climbed up he ventured from above, so that on the other side I was alarmed and even screamed at him desperate. I thought it broke something or something worse. My heart almost stopped when I saw him come out like nothing. He told me that the bushes below cushioned the weight of the fall and that, therefore, there was no problem. I was calmer, I saw him get out like two other times.

16:29 I repeat. I was thirteen at the time, a teenager, but it seemed somewhat incoherent to me that shrubs of that size retained the fall of him. I don' t know, I saw them very low and I could even see the man' s hand body impacting on the floor and he stood up like nothing to the seconds. Several times he pulled me to do the same, but I kept holding back, repeating myself and telling me that nothing was going to happen to me, but I refused. I was simply telling him that I was going to watch him until suddenly, when he climbed the stairs and lost sight of me, I heard my brother' s scream and my mother calling from behind. They both heard each other away. I was very confused, I started calling my brother who I thought was up the stairs, but he didn' t answer me and as much as I looked for him I didn' t find him going in the direction of my mother ' s screams. I ran out of words to see that my younger brother was with her. I couldn' t believe it. Just a few minutes ago she was standing next to me on the stairs and now I was wondering where I had been, that I had lost sight of her. I recriminated him trying to find some sense. To all this, I told him that

18:03 he and I were together, that he was playing on the ladder and I was watching him. He, like me, was very confused and did not need to answer me, because my mother told me that he had been with her all this time and that they were looking for me. At that time, fear began to enter my body somehow, perhaps not to seem, a liar explained everything to them and even tried to take them back to the ladder. But even though again and again and again I walked the way to the ladder that was sure to exist, I never found it again. It seemed as if this one had disappeared out of nowhere, something that left me completely terrified. I remember when we came back, I even pinched my arm in my leg too hard to know if I was dreaming. I was confused and terrified at the same time at least being with my family made me forget this briefly, even though my mother was arguing with my father whispering. They said they were talking about other things, but I' m sure he was talking to her. What happened to me in the beginning was camping that night, but we didn' t, and I' m pretty sure that' s what happened to me. Anyway, the scariest thing that ever happened to me

19:34 was being in the truck, because when we were heading towards the road, I could see a little man. Its skin was green, very similar to that of the shrubs and leaves of the trees. I think it looked really good for her to camouflage herself in the woods. He said goodbye with his hand. As I said this experience led me to investigate these stairs and what dwells in the forest. It is said that there are spirits and creatures like those who are the goblins who inhabit it and who are also responsible for kidnapping children. I have no doubt that this fundo ende and that ladder, which I am sure it was not built by a human, I believe it belongs to this same goblin, for that occasion made it disappear at will. This story belongs to a father' s anecdote. He was a single father who tried to spend quality time with his children. Having two sons, I had to teach them values and, above all, hard work to earn a living.

21:07 This obviously led him to focus a lot on work, in fact, most days a week, but his children lacked nothing and loved him, even though he spent little time with them. The boys who were only fifteen and ten years old understood why. But obviously, your father makes an effort to make up for them every once in a while. His children loved the forest, the wildlife, the fresh air, so he decided, like other times, to take them to camp only the three of them as they liked, but with a certain novelty. In previous years, these brothers shared the same tent, but this time both the older brother and the younger brother would have a tent for each one. They would sleep separately, just as they do at home, everyone in their room. His stay in the forest in the afternoon became more normal. They had fun, explored and, at the end of the day, they were having dinner and then going to bed. Before sleeping, the youngest son asked his father for a favor, although he was willing to sleep alone. He confessed that he was afraid, because the forest was not the same in the house. Those sounds of the wind, accompanied

22:40 by the shadows of the branches that were generated by the moonlight, made him very nervous, so the father told him that without any problem he would be with him in the tent, of course only until he fell asleep. And so it happened. When her son was finally asleep, it didn' t take long. The father greeted his shop with great caution and closed the store and then went to his own. He did not take any time to fall asleep, but, however, as a few minutes passed, he was awakened by a small hand that moved him from his shoulder. It was about his youngest son. He stood by her and told her that someone had tried to open her tent that had felt her forced, even that she had seen a shadow move outside of it. He claimed someone was outside his store. The father didn' t have to listen anymore. Armed with house knives and a good baseball metal bat, he came out, he was furious and expectant.

23:55 I wasn' t going to let his kids get attacked by anyone. They were in it, in an area that was special for camping and that were near the rangers and other people who were camping anyway. The father went and asked them this, but the rangers replied that there was no one. There was no one lurking around that children, with all due respect, sometimes imagined things by being in a new environment but that, in any case, would adjust security more, if that also made him feel better. The father thanked the intentions and began to think of the best that his son had had a nightmare. It wasn' t the first time this happened. He had a very hyperactive imagination, and as he was alone and with that present fear, he was likely to have dreamed of something that would confuse him. The youngest son returned to his tent and his father in his to be awakened again by this one. The son tells his father again that someone had woken him up and that this person was now inside his tent. He told her it was a boy. The father went out and accompanied him to his shop, simply to make him see that there was no one in this one and once there

25:26 they had a conversation look see. There' s no one son. What you have is just nightmares. Dreams aren' t real and they can' t hurt what their son responded to. The kid tells me it' s his store and when you' re gone, he shows up and tells me to get out. The father, seeing that he could not convince him and still feeling bad about what he would say to his son, told him to stay asleep and stop paying attention to things that do not exist. The father left the store with some concern and a feeling of pain. Obviously, he didn' t like talking to his son, especially when he was scared.

26:15 But he was a kid who was going on to become a teenager. He must have lost his fear and become a little man by now. But, however, and even though the father was very firm in his position, he could not fall asleep and I think that happened to him what happens to many parents. He felt bad that he had left his son all frightened in that tent, because he spoke to him that way was well behaved, so he knew that he would not call him again even so, This one was full of fear. He would lay hold of his father' s order and it was for this very reason and because of his remorse that he fell for it.

27:00 He used to have his youngest son in that situation. It was that he told himself. The boy has plenty of time to be responsible and independent, and I also want this weekend to be remembered with affection and joy. After all, it' s supposed to be a family time and that' s how this man took a sheet and went to sleep with his son so that he wouldn' t be afraid. But before he arrived at the store he was struck by the light on from the inside and was very visible from the outside the shadow of a child sitting in the middle of it. The man thought it was my son. He can' t sleep. I have to go calm him down. But, however, as he tried to open the door, he took a surprise when he saw that the closure did not go up and that the child from the inside repeated to him over and over again this shop is mine. The father, assuming that his son was upset, began to tell him that he was sorry to yell at him and that if he was still upset or frightened, he would go to sleep with him.

28:21 That night, the father' s words stopped dry when he heard that the other closing of the store was opening and from inside it the eldest son came out and then the youngest son quickly forced the closing and came to the store. There was no one inside this one. The father' s eyes opened like plates and then his gaze went to his little son. The boy simply went on to say that he no longer wanted to disturb him and went to sleep with his brother who had left the tent for another child, a child who had come out of the deep forest. Dolls are those kinds of toys that cause a kind of uncertainty. Some girls love other flat girls cause certain feelings of fear and this is rare. It is not something that parents expect for us at all, as there are some children who love clowns and other children are all the opposite that they are terrified just when they see them.

29:44 But why it might be a childhood trauma. Perhaps something happened that unleashed in this phobia towards a certain object or so a certain persus. This is what this girl tells us. When she went home to visit her grandmother, she saw some dolls that made her rethink her whole life until now that maybe that toy wasn' t for her. And yet, despite being an adult, they don' t tolerate them and she explains it' s not like they don' t like it, but she feels a deep terror when she sees them My name is Yolanda Maricella. What I want to tell you was something that happened to me in my childhood more than anything. I think it was one of those childhood traumas. When I was a kid, about six years, I remember I just got into elementary school. We went every weekend my mother, my sister and I went to Grandma' s house. Every

31:15 time we went, I remember playing upstairs and, for certain things of fate, we ended up going down into the basement. In the basement of the house, my grandmother had a collection of dolls. These dolls varied in style. Some of these were ceramic, some were rags. I even remember some of them were wooden dolls. They were very old dolls, so they were collection. My grandmother had them for many years and the first time I saw them, they woke me up to a deep terror and not only me, but also my sister. Our grandmother had forbidden us to go down to the basement, since it was not only for the wrists, but she also had other things, things that were very delicate, glass things, ceramic things and so that there were no accidents, she simply told us not to come down.

32:31 My sister had noticed that I was afraid of dolls and, like every good older sister who just took me for two years, started bothering me, started pushing me into the basement, started telling me that the dolls were going to grab me, especially when we were fighting. But to me this wasn ' t a game. I remember and even if it' s memories of two nebulous ones that we have when we were kids. I remember every time I saw the dolls, they watched me, they moved. It was more than clear that a doll of those conditions, be it ceramic or any other product, cannot move on its own. They' re merely decorating dolls, so this thing that I said didn' t make sense. But I was sure. I saw the eyes of those dolls following me every time I walked in the basement and when I least expected it or when I turned around, when I turned my back on them, I felt how they moved. When I looked back with them, one of the other dolls was in a different

34:01 way, either standing, sitting or reclining in a different way. Obviously, because of this I started to have a deep terror with those dolls, so every time my sister pushed me into that place, I just panicked. I didn' t want to go near them. And while my sister was scared, she said she' d never seen them before. Moving around was like only me being tormented. I was telling my parents this, but I simply attributed this to the fact that I had a lot of imagination, so it was to be expected that they would not take me seriously. But one day this changed abruptly. My sister, in her eagerness to bother me that playing me a joke that got out of hand, just overstepped the line. She convinced me to go down two steps in the basement. And this because I had thrown a doll that I had that was a toad on the third step of the basement. To her it was like a challenge, but to me it was quite a feat. As she went down to the third step and turned around immediately, she only saw my sister mocking me and then she smiled

35:37 and then closed the door, slammed her and locked me in that basement, and obviously I ran to her. I started pulling the door, I started telling him to let me out, but suddenly the light went out the light that lit up the whole basement went out. The switch off of this focus was at the end of the stairs on a wall so I couldn' t have turned it off. I was desperate trying to open the door, when in that the light goes and I begin to feel how several arms are holding me from various ends, from my back, from my shoulders, from my arms, from my legs. Many hands were taking me and they were pulling me to the bottom of the basement. These arms were tiny because they were about my size. Obviously, I was stuck to the door lock. I was stuck, hung from there screaming at my desperate sister crying for some reason I didn' t understand at the time. My sister wouldn' t open me. It was weird. While she liked to play jokes on me, she wasn' t the type to take the jokes too far. When suddenly out of nowhere the door opens and as the door opens to where I am,

37:07 I, I shoot off and fall centon on one of the steps. Luckily, I didn' t go all the way around the stairs. The one who opened the door to me was my mother and behind her was completely upset, also crying, and my sister took us both and took us to the living room. We couldn' t hold back. We were in tears. I was deeply traumatized at the time. Once we cleared up all days later, my sister tells me she wanted to play me a joke, but she didn' t want me to go that far. She was just going to shut the door for a second or two at the most, and then she was going to open it back. It was a joke we had in fact. I had done it to her, too, but in different places.

38:09 I mean, we didn' t stay locked up for as long as we did on that occasion. But my sister explains to me that the moment she closed the door and wanted to open it again, she couldn' t do it. The knob had no safety The door was open, but despite pushing it, this would not be her. She explains to me that she felt that there was another force on the other side of the door, denying her access as if this strange force that at that time was far superior to her, did not allow her to open the door. My sister didn' t know if I was playing a joke on her at the time, because she heard how she was crying on the other side and what upset her wasn ' t this, but she started to hear laughter coming from the other side of the door, multiple laughter, laughter from different girls. She said there were, like, five or four girls in the case. There with me Obviously, this one started to scare him, so he started pushing the door harder and harder, but he couldn' t open it. She started crying, she started yelling at me that, please, she would stop me, please, I would open the door, but at that moment I wouldn' t listen to everything she said to me, at least I on the other

39:44 side, didn' t listen to her. Desperate, she let go of the handle and ran to find my mother, who was already on her way by all the screaming that my sister was hitting. She was the one who managed to open the door, even to my mother, being an adult at that time she had a hard time opening it, as she struggled with her this experience. It just stayed there. We didn' t tell my grandmother and mother for obvious reasons, she strongly forbade us to joke like that again and also to go back down to the basement. We were forbidden to do that, although you didn' t need to tell us. We never approached that place again. When my grandmother passed away, that whole collection of dolls became an aunt of mine. She still has it and even though we visit her from time to time I don' t go into the room, where she has this collection and has other things, but simply this trauma left me for life. So much so that in all my childhood I never had a doll like a toy again. Now, at almost thirty years old, I

41:16 ' m more than sure I' m still afraid of them and that every time I see one I always have this strange feeling that it' s going to move or worse that it' s watching me and that it' s following me with its eyes, even though they' re totally still. Thank you for hearing my story. Greetings to the entire community of the haunted crypt. It' s coming to Halloween, a time I think if you like this channel, you like stories. I assume you' re very interested in scary movies, horror games is something that, the human being, loves fear.

42:13 If you live in an urban city. I think terror houses, those that travel along with the fair, are very common there. Before I start the story, I' d like to ask you, you' ve entered one of them. You' ve seen something strange. While they are homes of terror, sometimes things happen that have not been planned, scary things that the same owner has no idea have existed just as happened to this group of students. These girls, who abound from the age of sixteen to eighteen, went to have fun in one of these scary houses. The experience they lived there made them decide not to go back into any house of fear for the rest of their lives. My name is Brinda Montero. I want to tell you an experience. What happened to me just a year ago, just any Halloween. I' m from Guadalajara. Here numerous fairs are put up and among all these, on the arrival of Halloween time tend to put some houses of terror. As many know them the house of frights. Here we tell

43:47 you we had already attended this type of house, either in the company of my sister in the company of my cousins and on that occasion I decided to go with some friends of mine. All of us went to high school, we knew each other very well and almost all of us liked this kind of activity, so when we arrived on October 30, we went straight to one of these houses of fear. We paid for the entrance and just as we were entering it caught my attention. Something more concrete to me is not that I have a terror to the dolls, but that on that occasion what I saw seemed very disturbing, at least by sight what opened the doors to us, as we were entering the house, the house, more than anything were like corridors. These corridors were made of boards, wooden walls, we went in zigzaglo around. When we were going in. On the first round I had the entrance standing in a corner there was a doll, a doll something

45:22 big like a meter. This doll had a very frightening physical appearance. His legs, his dress and, more specifically, his hair, his whole face, were extremely frightening. The hair was missing strands. The face seemed unscathed, it looked like a ceramic face, but one face as if inside it was another that at the time was bathed in blood. At that time, I was a little terrified, but I was also fascinated by the art that had been put into the house, so I just wanted to touch it.

46:15 As I stretched out my hand and touched the dress, I felt like air as an exhalation came out of the wrist. I touched the dress at the height of the neck and this air came from the nose of the wrist as if it were breathing. I immediately took my hand off and I was surprised because I didn' t know how to explain what I had just felt in my hand. But my friends started pulling me as they were getting ahead and he doesn' t pay attention to this anymore. When we walked, like I said, the hallways were from one side to the other. It was almost like a maze, cobweb bones and one that another man disguised as coming out of one of the walls to scare us. But what started scaring me the most was that in these very corridors we met that doll again. And it wasn' t in a way that I would say normal, because it was one of these occasions when the lights are completely turned off in the house and again, they turn them on after about three or four seconds. This

47:46 is just to scare the guys inside into one of these blackouts more. Obviously, we all screamed and when the lights went back on, I turned back to make sure no one came. But what I saw was that, standing behind us, about three meters away, there was that doll standing in the middle of the hallway. Watching us, it was like he' d been following us all along. I was terrified at this point, but I couldn ' t run back, so just push my friends to keep walking to leave that doll we found her again just a few meters later. She was sitting in a chair next to the entrance to a room. We had to go through one side of it. I for this moment saw it What I thought and I think what many would have thought of my place was that it was just a decorating doll. Surely the scare house had several replica dolls, they all looked alike and had simply put them in each different place. With this

49:19 thought, I was relaxing more and more and more and more we entered the room and just as we were in the middle of this, the new account lights went out again for three four seconds we were submerged in complete darkness. When they were turned on again, there were two exits from this room. One of them was blocked by this same doll. He was standing in front of us. Looking at us only for obvious reasons, we decided to go out that door where nothing was found. We all passed this doll and I was curious. We were in that room, but where I was I could get to see the place where the wrist before entering the room, was sitting, so I already turned around and all I saw was the chair where that was sitting, but now completely empty. At that moment I began to feel immense fear as it was that the wrist had come from one side to the

50:52 other in such a short time, all I did was observe it orla while all my friends were passing one by one until I finally arrived. And just as I was passing, I was looking at the wrist of my feet towards the head without taking my look away. And it was thanks to this that I saw as one of his feet moved slightly. It wasn' t an air movement, it wasn' t a normal movement, it was a movement of a person, as if a person was positioning himself better, this doll could move on its own and at that moment I realized. Obviously, because of this, I was shot, screamed, jumped and ran back no matter how long my friends stayed there. Obviously, because of the fuss, they went out with me screaming too. We were all very terrified at the time when we went out screaming and or and the staff guys were waiting for us.

52:02 They tried to reassure me, but I screamed over and over again that the wrist was possessed, that the wrist had moved, that I was crying. I was totally shocked. My friends and the boys and gentlemen also managed to reassure me. The owner of the attraction was there and with us, so he sent two boys who worked with him towards the house with lamps in hand to enter to investigate what had happened. At the end of the day, I was taken away from there, and I got into the truck, and almost as soon as about fifteen twenty minutes passed, we decided to leave the fair. It was still too early. It was about 9: 30 on the way. I was repeating everything I' d seen. I was telling my friends that I' d seen the doll move. But Sandra, one of my driving friends, who also wanted me to tell this story here with you, was very quiet all the way. When we stopped to get gas, Sandra parked the truck in an ox opposite. He turned around and told me that everything he had said made no sense, at least to the owner that he had told her that there was no doll in the attraction.

53:37 He had hired dolls and but spiders, cobwebs, skeletons. He had never bought or hired anyone to dress like a doll. When the boys came into the house, they saw nothing and it was because of this that after we left, the attraction continued to work. I couldn' t believe what he was saying, as he told them that they had seen him too, or maybe I was the only one who had seen that doll, but they all said yes, they had all seen it at the entrance. In the room.

54:23 Also because of this, Sandra decided that she was going back into the house. The owner was asking Sandra at the time, because she was the only one who stayed to talk to him that if I had consumed something that if I had drunk or maybe I had smoked something else before entering. But she told him no and that the doll had not only seen her myself, but all of us. The owner, just a little skeptical, decided to give the plane to my friend. He probably thought he was lying that we were probably into something. After this experience, I would never enter a scary house again, especially Anny Halloween. Thank you for listening to my experience.

55:22 Greetings to all good night crypt and the whole community. My name is Laura. For now I want my last name to remain anonymous. Laura is my real name. This experience that happened to me has a good years, as it happened. Currently I am about thirty- five years old, and this happened to me when I was eight, my whole family and even me and now also to my children. I have taught them what they have to love animals, what they have to respect their habitat, and that if they have pets for reasons, they have to take care of them well, although wonderfully.

56:14 They have to have certain dealings with them, put water on them, put food on them, dress them when they get cold, they' ll be hanging out when it' s hot. This was a upbringing that was taught to me since I was a child. My parents had a vet. My mother was a vet. My father did the same, but my father worked in another part of town. It was better paid. On the other hand, my mother took care of the vet we had in the house. It was a small place, very well known to our former city. My mother had certain attitudes towards street dogs. They were dogs that didn' t own dogs that were cold, they were hot, they were hungry and she cared for them. She would put some dishes of food in front of the vet, dishes with water and numerous dogs, sometimes dogs that we only saw once and then disappeared. They would come over there, drink water, eat and then leave. So they don' t have any doubts. It wasn ' t like we couldn' t adopt them in a certain way. We had too many animals in the house, as I remember we had cotorros, we had ferrets and we already had two dogs there. One was called Kiko and the other Chato. What a bowl. They were two small- bred

57:47 dogs, but Kiko was too far away from chat. It was a playful dog, it was a dog that could socialize with other dogs in the park and even with street dogs. I didn' t have an aggressive attitude at all. He was a very well socialized dog, so it became extremely strange to me when out of nowhere in the afternoon, Kiko began to act in a way that was not his own, as well as dogs. One afternoon about that, five pm or six, I heard Kiko was grunting, but grunting in a very intense way. I went out to see what it was.

58:35 I thought maybe some animal or a stranger was lurking nearby, but nothing to see. Kiko was inside our house and was looking out of it through the wooden fence we had. I was looking at a dog, a big dog. At the time I didn' t know what breed that dog was. Eventually, my father told me that it was possibly a cross with a road Wailler, because of his fur, because of his size, because of his factions. It was a dog of an imposing presence, but it was not his size, his race or his gestures that awakened in me a certain fear towards this one. I had had numerous dogs, I had approached numerous dogs when their owners brought them to the vet and I had already caressed dog rod Wilers, Pitbulls, German shepherds. That dog had something else. To this we add clearly that while I was eating, the other dogs, who were also street dogs, did not approach the dishes. They were looking from afar, they didn' t come near, they didn' t growl, they didn' t do anything. They were just watching him. The dog ate and as he ate looked towards the house. To be more specific,

1:00:12 he was looking at me. Me. It was a very human look. He already sells those photos that dogs sometimes took with human traits that somehow bother. Well, that dog had a very human look. When he was looking at our house, this dog got up, walked slowly and lay on the sidewalk as he kept watching. Every day I came from school, I felt scared by this dog was street. You could see that. The strange thing is this dog didn' t move. I stayed in front of my house in a small park that was there either at one end or at another or below a bench, but always watching towards my house. I obviously didn' t tell my parents about this, because at the end of the day, it was just a stray dog. Besides, I really like animals and I thought this was just something unusual that I felt. But one night all this changed and went from bad to worse. I remember that before I went to bed, I slept with my sister at the time We had both between eight and nine years that I looked out the window. I looked at it simply

1:01:44 because I saw some lights and there I really liked to see the two scoundrels. But when I opened the window, when I ran the curtains, I saw him again I knew that he spent the night there, but not in a normal way, as many will be thinking. Maybe what they assume is that I saw him looking at the house and yes, indeed, but he wasn' t sitting. He wasn' t standing on all fours. That dog was standing upright on two legs and with the other two legs extended, as if standing a person under a tree. That dog easily measured more than I did at the time, raised his height, shot himself, scared me a lot. I quickly closed to the curtain and told my sister to see too. She too, with some fear, approached the window and saw the same thing as me. Now there were two of us who were deeply frightened by that dog. But, for our bad luck, things didn' t end here. It had already been several months for this, the dog was still there and, in a way, me and my sister started to formulate

1:03:17 some strategy not to see it. Obviously, we were no longer looking out the window facing the park, but looking for another window facing the other end. In addition, it is to say that while we attended to the dogs of the street, the moment that dog approached to begin to eat, we acted in the same way as the others we retired and let him eat. We only immediately broke into the house and took it a couple of months to watch during this time they had the same attitude. During these months I saw in that dog and started to roar more Kiko. Kiko stood in front of the wooden fence and began to growl at him. The other dog just stared at him. My mother scolded Kiko several times, as she did not like his exa attitude and as time passed, a nightmare came true. My mother, as I told you, is a dog lover and seeing that dog for so long and even my mother approached him and caressed him and this dog let herself choose to adopt him and put him in our house. I don' t think it' s necessary to tell them the resounding fear we felt when we got from school and we found out it' s more, we saw

1:04:49 that he was in the house, he was in the yard. We asked my mother and father to get him out, but obviously, they didn' t want to. They said that the animal simply occupied a family and that we had to give it affection, that it was a meek dog. He approached us, smelled us, and with it went away in a certain way. I wanted to believe what my parents told me. I wanted to believe that maybe the only thing we' d ever seen was some kind of optical illusion. Maybe the dog' s shadow for being dark and at night we confused his silhouette from standing on two legs, maybe with something else, maybe it was ours. We' re trying to familiarize ourselves with that dog.

1:05:34 They didn' t step back. They were very jealous, or rather I think that' s not the right word. They were too defensive. I remember very well that they did not sleep when Kiki Chato showed up with this dog and immediately began to grunt at him, so my father chose because this dog was in the yard and Kikui Chato inside the house until they got used to his presence. But this didn' t happen. They didn' t sleep. I remember sometimes I got up at three in the morning, at two in the morning and my dogs were awake on the first floor in a state of alert, guarding the windows, guarding the doors on the other side, the other dog rarely slept too. He wandered around, turning around the house, as the house was in the middle and around the entire courtyard, and Kikuichato followed him with his eyes and followed him where he was moving.

1:06:50 One of these many nights, I was asleep. When she suddenly speaks to me, my sister wakes me up, but she doesn' t wake me up with her voice, but by means of pulleys, she unscaths me and begins to push me from one side to the other. In bed, I wake up the army and ask her what she' s doing. I couldn ' t talk. It took about ten fifteen minutes for him to calm down. He kept stuttering. I couldn' t gesticulate any words until he finally told me the dog spoke to me, spoke to me out the window. I was in the kitchen, he spoke to me by my name and told me to open the door. Obviously, I believed my sister That dog did something strange to me. This was too much coincidence. We had both seen it on two legs and now this we continue to beg our parents to let the dog get back out on the street. But they didn' t want to count again. It all got worse one day when a storm came, a storm of those that there is heavy wind rain and, to our misfortune, my parents made the decision that the dog would get inside the house.

1:08:15 Maybe it was our mistake not to tell our parents what we saw about that dog. We just told him we didn' t want it. It should also be said that we did not know how to explain to our parents that the dog spoke and stood on two legs. It was something I don' t think they' d believe. The decision was made that the dog would get in during that night and Kikui Chato would have to be locked in our room with a clear key and the other dog could move wide throughout the house. This idea didn' t seem to us, but at the end of the day, we had to accept it as soon as they put the dog in. I remember the four of us, my sister and I and my two dogs locked ourselves almost immediately in the room. We didn' t want to see him, we didn' t even want to walk around the house.

1:09:12 The night fell and with it the worst experience I have experienced so far in my life, and that is that I listened to steps outside our room, steps that went from one side to the other. You could see under the door, a certain shadow that walked and that kept loitering in our room. I got up little by little from my bed and in that I realize that Kiko is at the feet of my bed in a fight pose, with ears standing, peeling teeth grunting, but at a low level. He knows that on the other side, perhaps by smell, is that dog. I was sure that I had locked the door, so I tried to sleep again.

1:10:11 But this did not help me because I began to hear voices from someone, from a man who came from that hallway and was asking me and my sister to open the door to him for this moment. I turned and looked into my sister' s bed and she was awake and was also witnessing everything flat. On the other hand, he was grunting, but cornered in a corner. He was more fearful and by the time we realized it, the knob turned and the door opened. When the door opened, that dog was the first one to enter the room. Kiko stood in front of me and in the middle of him began to growl and growl. As I tell you, Kik is a very small breed. It' s from several sausage crusas with Chihuahua. So see such a dog the height of a road willer in front of a sausage. It' s a feeling of impotence. You know he' s got everything to lose, but I couldn' t act at the time. As I repeat, me and my sister were eight or nine years old, all we chose to do was start crying. But since we were scared, we didn' t do it in a very high way.

1:11:43 Unconsciously, we expected our parents to come, but they took time. They weren' t listening to us. When all of a sudden this dog also starts grunting and starts surrounding my bed like wanting to do for me. I remember that this dog' s head looked like that of a human, but with hair it was as if it changed during the night it seemed a very human trait. His nose was like a person' s, but covered in hair. It' s a very traumatic scene that so far I haven' t been able to get out. He was looking for a way to get to me, but Kiko always stood in the way. I followed him from one side to the other, until flat out I think this dog got tired, started seeing Kiko and grunting at him. When this dog made the decision to approach, Kik without thinking about it, fell upon him and began to fight in front of me. Because of the bites, the barking, the squealing, my parents got up very quickly. Me and my sister started screaming so that my parents would come faster, which started to despair me. At that time I started listening to Kiko squealing at that as well as a lot of blood I was seeing. My father arrived and took the Rod Weiller,

1:13:16 which was on top of Kiko. He quickly threw it into the yard. Me, my sister, and my mother got close to my puppy. We picked him up from the floor and my mother took him away. He tried to help him with all the medicine he had. He cured him, he did what he could and my father was there too. It was a very, very desperate morning, as we were also walking with them there in the living room. We did what we could, but Kiko lost his life after a few minutes. Apparently, the bites he had received were very deep and had been given to his back, to his neck. So it' s up to that moment. My father made the decision to get rid of that dog. He was thinking of taking it to a shelter. He struck the dog with a muzzle and tied him up and put him in the truck.

1:14:15 The minutes passed, the hours passed and my father did not return. It reached around 12 noon. I had missed work. My mother asked him and all so well why he had taken so long. If I was only going to take him to the hostel he hostel that gave some maximum forty minutes, why it had taken so many hours. He was very pale. He was scared. In fact, he didn' t answer us right away. He sat in the room looking down for a very long time, until my mother touched his shoulder and asked him what had happened. My father didn' t want to tell us anything. He simply told us that the dog had not taken him to any hostel, that he had driven further, further and further away to get out of our locality, open the back door and throw him on a highway far away from any house. And that' s where he decided to leave it. It' s a date that so far my father never told us what he had seen with that dog or what he did to him in the course. My mother does, but she doesn' t want to tell us either. In short, my father also lived a paranormal experience with that dog, but he keeps it to himself. I, on the

1:15:50 other hand, like my sister, although this happened to us, we did not leave the love for animals. Anyway, and I don' t tell people to do it either. This experience is simply something isolated. I' ve been adopting dogs and it' s been one of the best decisions I ' ve ever made. Even right now I have a dog that is not of race, that still maintains the name of Kiko, as well as so many others that I have had in honor of that dog that saved my life as a child, since if it had not been so brave to get in the middle of me and that dog, possibly that dog would have attacked me and because of the size and size of his mouth. I don' t know how I would have gotten out of that. That was my experience.

1:16:48 When I researched the subject, I was told that I could be a wal skin Walker or some witch or maybe some creature that just took the look of a dog to get into the house. Anyway, I' m very happy that this has been left in the past and that that dog hasn' t come back to my life thanks to everyone who heard and good night, just like this next story that tells us that ranches have a lot of sayings, a lot of rules and I think even more than one in the audience will be able to know many sayings that their grandmother, their mother, their aunt tell the ranches, especially so that certain things don' t appear to you.

1:17:48 This person was a child when he disobeyed his mother, he did not know the consequences that this would bring with each passing day and every day that he ignored his mother attracted something until the point came that what he had brought was manifested to him head- on. His story is as follows. My name is Maria Cristina. My experience is not entirely mine. Things have happened to me, but on this occasion I want to share with you and the whole Community an experience that happened to my grandmother. My grandmother' s all her life. Practically most of this lived on your native ranch and you know the stories that are told in these oral places. Many legends, many sayings and one of these many rules that the grandparents used to make were derived from certain legends that my grandmother is going to tell you this time were the sixties.

1:19:13 At that time I lived together with my whole family, we were all among teenagers and children. My parents created us like any other ranch kid. To my three brothers, my father took us to the plot to work, we could say tough, once we got from school. On the other hand, my mother used to make us the chores of the place. He taught us how to clean, how to cook, how to wash dishes and, in a whole way, how to keep home and house clean enough, as well as how to manage food. Everyone had their homework. My three brothers, as I said, were going to the plot, going with the cattle, going to bring firewood, bringing water. They took care of all that kind of work. On the other hand, as I explained, I and my other two sisters took care of other kinds of jobs and all these tasks we did. My mother had certain rules that we had to follow. One of them was not to sweep at night. Another was related to cattle,

1:20:43 or which I don' t remember very well. But one that was recorded and recorded very well because of this experience, is that my mother had absolutely forbidden us to leave dishes or worse with food in the laundry room. She was telling us over and over again that that should not be done, that the consequences were very serious. Obviously, I, at the time, was about thirteen, fourteen years old and I just thought that this was merely an excuse to get scared and not leave dirty dishes. Anyway, I think that ' s what many of the kids, at least at that age, would have thought. There came a certain day in the village a woman who was very close to my mother died. They were close friends. In the villages there is much belief and deep- rooted Catholic religion, especially in those years.

1:21:55 Obviously, my mother was going to be busy with the wake, with the challenges that are made after burying the body and other preparations that the family had. Reason for this, my mother was going to abandon us, so to speak, three nights. She was with us mostly in the morning, but we only saw her until noon, as it was the time when she was leaving. We kept doing the chores, but not having my mother, we thought we could skip that tedious part of having to wash the dishes.

1:22:38 My father wasn' t a man very much we could say attentively or be a man who was checking out the whole kitchen. We had a sink in the kitchen where we tried not to have any dishes. This more than anything so my father wouldn' t suspect all the dishes. We threw them in a big fret, a big metal posillo that later, when it was dark and when my father went to sleep with my brothers, the three of us would take it out and put it aside. I remember that in those days my aunt brought my cousins to sleep with us, since my aunt was also in those preparations of the wake and also of the prayers. All the more reason, we didn' t wash anything. As long as we could.

1:23:32 We used to play talking, gossiping, and little by little the frets, ilus frets, many of them with food, got together. Our room was a little bit small. We could all three, but when my other three cousins arrived, we were six girls in that room and by the time I ran, the truth is that six girls together were really hot. So, asking my father' s permission, we were sleeping in a living room, a little room. In front of this was in the kitchen. There we slept two nights in a row and for the third night, which was almost normal, I was woken up by noises that night. They were strange noises, they weren' t noises I felt familiar with. It was like the creaking of a teeth, like that of lips that were chewing and chewing food.

1:24:48 After this, I heard the frets moving like someone was digging through the dirty frets. I was turned around, but obviously, this caught my attention and in the first instance I thought he was one of my brothers. But when I turned around I didn' t see any silhouette that I recognized. Quite the opposite. I saw a person I' d never seen in my life. It was a lady. She was a lady in a long white robe. It was coming down beyond the calves. This lady looked very sick, very cadaveric. It could be seen at the naked eye that this was an old woman, an old woman who, while she looked completely bald, had some strands of hair falling down her neck, totally white, obviously gray with her fingers, all skeletal is embroidering between the frets and was taking out the food and eating it. Obviously, I did not recognize this old woman, this old woman who most of all looked like a corpse walking with a

1:26:25 huge hump on her back, that even though it was night, with the moonlight, I could see what the robe showed from her back and I could see those bones, those thorn balls, very clear as if her skin were paper. You could tell all the bones. At that time I was completely terrified and what I did, or rather what I wanted to do was scream. It was to alert everyone else, wake my cousins, wake my sisters, wake my father, wake my brothers, all those who were there in the house. I opened my mouth, I wanted to scream out, but I couldn' t. So far, I don' t know if it was because of fear or because there was something that didn' t allow me to scream that didn' t even allow me to talk. The thing is, I had my mouth open and I was trying to scream, but I couldn' t and at the same time I didn' t feel air passing through my lungs. It was like overnight I forgot to breathe. I wasn ' t getting any air because of this, my face got purple and purple

1:27:59 not. I don' t know how long I was like this, but I think a few minutes or a minute. If I' m honest with you, I think I was even fainting, but I did something very clever, which was Move I tried to crawl on my back, getting up just a few inches and unintentionally I came up with one of my cousins, with my movement, I woke her up, I woke her up at once. She told me that you have to happen and the moment she saw me, she screamed. He was afraid of my expression He was afraid of it.

1:28:45 I had my mouth totally open, totally stretched out and said he had a purple face almost totally purple. I wasn' t breathing. She screamed. They all did, they all woke up. My father in a matter of seconds was already getting out of his bed and even with a stick grabbed. He thought someone was in. As soon as my father arrived that stranger, ma' am, just disappeared as soon as they turned on the light. He wasn' t there anymore. I remember very well that they had to cure me with fright and at the end of the day, I had to tell my mother the whole truth, everything that I had seen and also everything that we hadn' t done. We had all the frets to isocians and even with food. When this happened to me, at least the first few days, my mother didn' t scold me, but as time passed, of course she did. I was waiting for him to recover and explained very well to n three of why they did not have to leave the dishes with food in the laundry room and even less totally forbidden to leave them at night at the table with food. He explained why. And it is that the

1:30:23 colliding spirits, those spirits who do not want heaven or hell or merely misplaced spirits, who do not know where to go or who have pending accounts and who have not resolved them. They are the spirits that wander from one place to another, from one place to another. These spirits sometimes ignore that they are no longer alive and when they see food, they are especially attracted to the food of the living at dawn, whether they are left in the abamanos, in the laundry room or at the table. These spirits go and eat the food that some left there and even sit at the table. This does not have to happen and occurs several times. The house has to be clean because these spirits are accumulating. And that' s why we shouldn' t leave food and dirty dishes with food. And if this is a lot, without throwing and without washing, since this can attract them. He wasn' t the only one. Said it was in the village. To my brothers, my father also had strictly forbidden things and even they, on one occasion did not follow this and, like me, lived an experience so that you

1:31:59 did not hear evil, but of course I will tell them another time. This experience helped me somehow. I don' t leave any dirty dishes or any dishes with food on the table and I think I' ll follow this rule until the end of my days. I don' t want to lure those spirits, my house or my children' s house. That was my story. Thank you and greetings to all. Playing with friends is something that perhaps in these times is not so normal. If we go to different schools, many of these children are playing yes, but the vast majority from their mobile games online. I think people who go from thirty- five to forty will know that this was not the norm before. Previously, there weren' t even any cell phones. Previously what was played was football, the enchanted votes and, as in this account, the hidden ones. This grandfather said he was with his group of friends playing hide and seek. When he suddenly noticed the presence of something else that was with them, he confused him with one of his friends. Of course what I didn' t know was that this something would lead him to his hiding place, a very dangerous hiding place

1:33:33 that, if he hadn' t realized time, maybe this would have ended in a tragedy. Your story is next hello good night. My name is Milan Hernández. Then I' ll talk to you about my grandfather' s experience. This happened to him at his ranch when he, like all the weekends, will usually go out to play with his friends, a very normal activity if you take into account that this is about children who vary from seven to ten eleven years old. My grandfather remembers this very well, but, to be honest, it' s been many years and he doesn' t remember the name of his friends very well. But what you do remember is the nicknames we each had, and I think it' s normal. Many of us remember the nickname more than the name itself, since by the nickname we say daily to that person the smallest boy who was joining them called the sheep, the other one who followed the pylon and another Claudio. Ironically Claudius wasn' t his name if they didn' t call him that for the cartoons and next, my grandfather, as I said the sheep was the smallest of all. He was nine years old. Sometimes more children got together,

1:35:06 sometimes less, but they four were the ones who were always together and always were playing different things. On one occasion, as so many others were playing football and unaware of this, they withdrew from the village. You know, for no apparent reason. They were just kicking the ball back at the same time that they were walking, talking, having fun until they came to a place with a clearing where they came up with the wonderful idea of playing a very well- known game of hiding places. One was going to count, while others were going to hide, a game that I think we all know.

1:35:59 They did it by flying. They chose who was going to tell first and it was my grandfather' s turn. He started counting, while everyone else was running to hide. My grandfather finished and started looking for them. He looks far away at a house, an abandoned house, which has no windows, which has no doors and which can clearly be used to hide, so it is the first place that goes in that house. Quietly clear, start looking from one place, start looking at another, looking for those debris.

1:36:43 He says there was a bed, a very worn mattress and the base of a also rotten wooden bed. He checked under this one. There were still furniture but very finished, as well as chairs and tables. I' ll he' ll already be in n n rnd about to retire, but at that moment, on the second floor, he hears noises, noises of steps that go from one side to the other, but not running or walking. It was like a little jump. What he thinks is the next thing you' ve noticed, that he' s inside, that you' re hiding somewhere else. Maybe even the three of them were there. My grandfather climbs the stairs very quietly and while it was already getting late, he sees the shadow of something very similar to the shadow that his friend would have, who is called the hairy sheep, very thin and short, was the lowest of all, for being the least note like this one runs away. He escapes from his sight and immediately blows a wooden door closing. My grandfather ran right away and it didn' t take long. He hit a closet, an old wooden closet. So completely finished the termites the water. I had

1:38:13 made this closet look very gloomy and also very deteriorated. He comes close and knocks on the door and very confident. She says sheep, I' ve found you She' s already coming out and don' t get too strong in there,' cause the closet looks like it' s rotting. The base may rot and you fall out of there don' t make him very confident, but no one leaves My grandfather waits for a few briefs, seconds, some, ten or fifteen and repeating him at this time, Borrega, come out of there I already found that you don' t hear, but what he hears from inside is the sound of a cry, a very faint cry, coming from, sure from a child, small. My grandfather' s worried right now. Knock on the door again, Borrega, what you got, why you' re crying. My grandfather explains that being the youngest in the group, he was obviously the one they cared for the most.

1:39:23 Maybe he' d been bitten by an animal. Maybe he was sad or maybe he didn' t want to tell. He was a little crazy. To tell the truth, as he explains. Even my grandfather tells him, " Borrega, if you don' t want to tell, I make up the group that I haven' t found you. I' ll go get the others, but jump out of the closet that can spoil at any moment. The crying continues. My grandfather tries to open the closet, but does not succeed, despite looking rotten, despite being even rusty. The handle and the pirilla can' t open it. Start trying to struggle the door, while crying goes on and on at that moment he hears a noise. It ' s screams family screams, His friends are calling him pass and it turns out that in all that time, one of the neighbors had seen them and told them to come back, that a storm was coming and if it was cloudy and their parents would not like to get wet at all. The parents of the past were very strict in this area. When my grandfather went and looked up there, his three friends were there. The sheep, Claudius and the pylon. The three had hidden in the same place, but on an antenna that was only a few meters later. No one knew you were sunk

1:41:00 in that house because in his own words, it looked like you were going up on the second floor alone. The house was practically falling apart and they even told my grandfather to get down as quickly as possible, but that my grandfather at that time was very carefully surprised. Then who is the person inside and as if it were some kind of force, as if perhaps fate had saved him? Those words that his friends told him that that house was falling apart immediately took hold because the place where that closet was was just fell off the floor. Along with the closet, they fell to the first floor and that closet, that little closet, was completely shredded. The doors flew out.

1:42:03 The wood fell all over the floor. They also yelled at my grandfather, he goes down, carefully, you see the house is falling. My more worried than frightened grandfather goes down, as although the sheep wasn' t there, perhaps a child, yes, a child alien to them, perhaps a child who was sad. But when you go through those rubble, you notice that no one came in the closet. It was only pure wood and stones that rested on that floor. After this, my grandfather did not enter that house again and did not even last long. He says this one fell apart just a couple of months later two