MARATON DE RELATOS DE CAMIONEROS Y CARRETERAS / CARRETERAS EMBRUJADAS (NO TE DETENGAS) / L.C.E.

0:05 This story is sent to us by a truck driver who says that in all his life, dedicating his life to this job, on no occasion as much as he was driving at night, no matter how bad the weather or the routes were or even going through haunted roads or believed to be haunted. He had gone through all that and, despite this, says that nothing had prepared him for this experience and, after having lived it, he took his precautions for his next course, adopted certain rules that followed the letter every time he went out on the road. This walker tells us his story that sometimes, even if you are driving the quietest, sometimes there are things on the road, especially those distant roads that can follow you? Can you feel this aura?

1:21 You can even feel someone watching you from inside your vehicle. And that is why it is said between truckers and transporters that certain prayers must be said. Or entrust yourself to the Holy One of your choice, regardless of religion, that you may have, so that at least these will protect you and that nothing on the road will go up to you. As it happened to this truck driver, whatever it was, that he got on the road, he took him with him to his sister' s house. My name is Rodolfo Cobos. This experience I want to tell you happened when I was working as a trailer driver. I am already a pensioner, but for many years and even before I was a truck driver, I was already on every road in the country. I' ve always liked the job of a transporter.

2:36 I had the custom that when I was near my sister' s house I would visit them, my nephews, she, my brother- in- law would warn them. They were more than happy. When I went my nephew, the youngest of all, I had the habit that whenever I arrived, he would get on the truck immediately at that age. This is very amazing to see a vehicle so large and parked in your garage. He' d be a few nine or eight years old. He climbed up, pretended to drive, went to the cabin, transculcated everything practically as time passed, I left him alone. Every time I went to my sister' s house, I left the truck open and he could get in and be there even like an hour or two hours, practically until we forced him down. But there was an occasion when something happened to him or rather he saw, something that caused him to distance himself definitively from this truck and from anyone else, at least for a few years. So it turns out that I had a trip and during that trip I had a very strange feeling. It was a strange feeling that gradually, while driving, was getting worse. At first, I felt weird, I felt uncomfortable and through more minutes, these sensations were climbing.

4:16 Obviously, as you might think, I was bringing the cabin and the seats completely dark. It was night only my gaze was fixed toward the road, but I began to feel a presence, a rare presence. I turned several times to the co- pilot' s seat. I felt like someone was sitting next to me. I felt that look stuck staring at me, even on two occasions, in a few laps, I got out of the car or a couple of tires came out and that was loaded like the truck didn' t obey me. I remember even the brakes failed on a lap.

5:13 I was very worried about this. This never happened to me before. I had always maintained control in all those courses. This thing that happened to me was totally foreign to me barely and frankly I don' t know how I completed the trip, but that strange feeling, that bad vibe, it didn' t get away from me. I went with my sister. She will know about sweeping, about removing heavy auras and all that I felt very susceptible. At that moment I came to my sister' s house. I parked the truck as usual. What surprised me at first was that my nephew didn' t run away, as he was the first one to go out and tell everyone that he had already arrived and immediately got on the truck and there he stayed while I was getting off. But my nephew didn' t come out. I went into the house and in that I realize that my nephew has visitors, he has more friends. He greets me and asks my permission that if all his fellows can get on the truck, I say yes, that there is no problem. But before that my sister sends him and all her friends to pick up all the toys in the backyard ah she' d been playing. They had to pick them all up and only in that

6:45 way could they get into the truck afterwards. They left and I stayed talking to my sister. After explaining everything she was bringing, she started sweeping me with kills with different lotions and after spending a few minutes, I see that through the window of the house pass the silhouettes of the children. My sister has a hallway that links the back yard to the cut across the street. That' s where I started seeing the kids running all over and in a matter of seconds, I heard how the trailer door started opening both doors. What I thought, obviously, was that the kids were already playing inside the trailer. I kept talking to my sister. It must have been like four or five minutes tops. When a child comes in with a ball, he asks my sister' s permission to drink water, but in that, when he sees me, he is quite surprised. Throw the ball down. Even the amazed child sees me and tells me sir how I can get here so fast. I saw him just a second ago in the truck. I' m totally confused. Like you saw me. I' ll reply if I ' ve been here the whole time. He tells me no again, sir, you were with us in the truck. I saw him and so did

8:18 everyone. My sister' s even more confused. It tells the child how you saw it. And at that point we both stopped and went immediately to the truck. I thought maybe someone had gotten in and when I open the door I see the other kids. They come down with sad faces, but as I see them all almost at the same time their eyes open like plates. And my nephew tells me uncle how you were inside we just saw you up there in the truck. I don' t know what' s going on. I go and open the doors, but I can' t find anyone. The whole cabin is submerged in total darkness in Darkness. There' s no one in there. My nephew, very frightened and the rest of the kids also tell me they assure me and swear that they had seen me sitting in the copilot' s seat. When I and my sister sat them in the living room, we asked them exactly what they had seen. They weren' t lying. They all said the same thing. They gave us the explanation that they had opened the door and were getting into the truck.

9:45 When they suddenly saw that I was sitting in the pilot' s seat taking the steering wheel with both hands. My nephew got up first and tried to talk to me according to him, but he says I didn' t answer him. I kept quiet without saying a word, without making a single noise. He tells my nephew he tried to turn on the lights inside. There are some lights that are enough to press them to light them up, but for some strange reason, these lights were no more than pressured them and different did not light them. They say they could only see my silhouette, but they couldn' t see features. It was night and inside the cabin it was all dark. They assumed it was me, as at least the body or proportions resembled me. Everyone had said they tried to talk to me, but I never answered anything. I just stared at them without uttering a single word. At that time, the children thought I was angry, so they chose to get out of the truck. In fact, the ball boy was the first to get off, as my attitude, as he put it,

11:20 was very frightening. I just stared at them without saying anything. It was at that moment that he entered the house and saw me all were already getting down because of this. When you see all of a sudden I' m leaving the house. This was enough for the children to go home. They were very frightened and my nephew didn' t even say, it had to take years for him to get back into a truck, alone, since he didn' t want to do it again without someone else' s company.

12:00 On the other hand, I and my sister came to the conclusion that what was in the truck was probably something that had gone up in the course of the trip. Surely something a spirit, a soul in sorrow had accompanied me all the way and it was this same thing that I felt while driving. It was because of this that I felt very uncomfortable, I felt a look, I felt a presence. Indeed, it was because that was accompanying me for a long time. I did not believe in the legends and stories that were told among the trailers, several of them saying that these were their own experiences. One advice I was given was that the seat of my co- pilot while I was driving, I had to occupy it with something, whatever it was, but to take care of it that I did not leave that seat free, for something could sit on it, anything that found me on the road and could keep me company or even worse. If this spirit is evil, it is said that it can even cause accidents intentionally. From that

13:33 day and until I retired, I tried to always keep something there and into lonche boxes, rags, bags, anything to always avoid this type of passengers. This first story, for example, happens to him by a man who goes in the company of his mother, they go back to their home when suddenly they do not notice. The slightest thing seems to be that they went into a mysterious place. They were going down the road, they didn' t deviate or anything like that, only they entered a kind of place which is not supposed to enter the living, a place where a soul rules that is eternally in pain stopping the drivers passing through it. His story is as follows. My name is Rubén Serrano. My experience happened just over a decade ago. I remember that very well, because my mother was still with us.

15:01 At that time, my mother began to get very sick. I had a disease which I' m going to save myself details. The point is that every certain time, every certain month we had to go to a city to be cared for. After his tests, after his meds. Obviously, we went back to our house. Most of the time we did this we came by bus, but because of some family problems, we decided that on that occasion we would return by truck. I, at that time, was twenty- two years old, already knew how to drive and was the only relative who went with her, so, no problem, while she rested, since she had been prescribed rests deeply, I decided that I would drive during the night, this more than anything so that she could rest, since during the day, most likely my mother would not be able to close her eyes due to sunlight. She was very delicate at least in her body she felt very exhausted. We' re starting the trip. At about ten o' clock at night, my mother began to sleep, even though she was talking at first, but by one in the morning it was just me driving along

16:34 that long road on which no car other than mine came. I was on the radio, listening to the radio trying to distract me or more than anything, trying to stay awake. When things that I think commonly happen in all horror movies or in all these legends begin to happen, the radio began to tune in to pure static, as if we had entered a type of place that could not receive any signal, because this not only stayed on the radio, since I took out the phone, since every certain moment, every certain hour of the night, an aunt of mine asked me to yes, please, I could mark him to see where we were coming from. Great.

17:33 It was my surprise when I tried to communicate with this aunt, as I wanted to keep an eye on us that the phone signal was not coming out. We were somewhere where no sign could come out, let alone something that particularly had never happened to me, and so far, except for that occasion, has never happened to me again. I was distracted by looking at the phone when at that all of a sudden, when I look back on the road, obviously because I had to check to see if cars were coming or if I was coming or if I was going at a good speed, I find something that is also extremely strange, and the road is now full of fog. This didn' t make sense like a minute to a minute.

18:33 The fog had taken over the site. The whole road was beginning to fill with fog and every time it advanced, this fog was intensifying. Every time you could see less he was carrying highlights bets and that the car was new. But in spite of this, it could not shine beyond a few meters. This, for obvious reasons, made me slow down. I didn' t want to suffer any accidents and my mother was asleep, so I had to make the decisions when at that and thank God, I kept my eyes fixed on the road so I wouldn' t find any surprises. I just came to see a few seconds from a man' s shadow walking in the middle of the road. Obviously, if I kept going, I was gonna roll it out of common sense, I had to stop. I didn' t know if this man was going to move from one place to another, and the fog itself didn' t help either, although I tell you what I' m worth. The brake I put so abruptly, caused my mother to wake up immediately asked me what had happened. I simply pointed at him in front of him and saw this man walking in the fog. I didn

20:06 ' t walk in a normal way. This man walked limping on one side as if he was walking wounded, as if he was suffering from at least some illness. Obviously, this caught our attention, so we started squealing at him so he would at least get out of the way. I, as I began to play the claxson, this man stopped walking, but still keeping our backs, he just turned a few centimeters and raised his arm in shape to ask for help, as if we could give him a ride. My mother is a very supportive person and of the kind of people who like to help others. I was clearly going to say if we could help him out for the best, for the man would go somewhere near there or maybe.

21:03 The place was just past us. The man was limping. Maybe he had suffered an accident and we hadn' t noticed. I lowered the glass and told him to come. I gave him a hand signal, but this man didn' t move. This man stood upright, holding his thumb up asking for a ride. I was yelling at you Come on, come on, come on, but this man wouldn' t listen to me. I was sure he would listen to me, since we weren' t that long away. But despite this, the man did not approach. At that time I thought that maybe it was an old man, a person of the old age who felt sorry for him or maybe he couldn' t move very well and I made the worst decision I could have made at that time. I opened the car door and got out of the car with the intention of helping this man. I' ve lived one of the worst experiences I' ve ever had in my entire life. I got closer even as something told me I didn' t have to get any closer to the bill. I was slow and keeping my distance, this man was wearing a raincoat with a hat.

22:29 This hat wouldn' t let me see his face. He could see his hand, he could see his arm, his silhouette, but not his face. When I told him friend needs help, we can take him, this man answers yes, he needs help, he please needs to be taken home. I answered him back, but where do you live? I mentioned where I was going, but this number answered one day and told me the same thing again. I need a ride home. My mother simply watched everything through the mirror. She could not see what I saw, and it is that, taking one more step to the left, hoping to see the face of that subject, I saw what he was really hiding what that hat was hiding into the light very abruptly, this man turned around and I could see it fixedly. This man had no face or more than anything, he didn' t seem to have a face. It looked like this face was ground, ground in different ways. He had no nose, no mouth, no eyes, and he didn' t even have a basin. And, to be more realistic and more honest, his face didn' t even have the shape

24:02 of one. I had like you ambulations, like we clumped. It also had cracks like dents, as if the face, in a very lisceral way, had been deformed by force. It was a ground face. Completely after I saw this half- turn and ran, my fear grew when I heard that steps were coming behind me. This man was following me. I got to the car, opened the door, started the car as fast as possible.

24:45 I saw my mother in the eyes. She' s upset, too. She doesn' t know what' s going on. I just start the car and get out of there like the devil' s carrying soul. The other man is behind us almost about to get to the car as well. My mother asks me what' s going on, what I' ve seen or what she' s told me. I can' t answer it. I just leave the air reading with a hand that doesn' t ask me. I can' t even talk I' m not even driving. I can' t talk. I' m telling you, I can' t talk. The fog gets thicker with every minute that passes and in front of us I see that man' s silhouette again. I reach her, but luckily, on this occasion I reach for a walk, I reach to dodge, but it was the same man. I recognized the silhouette, even recognized the way to walk, that form of a wounded man limping from one leg. My mother at that moment, when she sees that again the appearance of that man is repeated a few minutes after leaving it behind, knows that this is not good at all and I think she had the best idea she could have that night. She began to pray, to pray and to pray over and over again, over and over again, and I do not lie

26:18 to you we saw that man again and, fortunately, again I managed to dodge him. But my mother continued to pray, pray and pray, until little by little we left that fog. The fog had dissipated almost completely. After a few minutes we saw this man three times on that road, as if this were part of a limbo, as if this were a flaw. In reality, as many say, something that is constantly repeated. I thank my mother and I am sure of this that for that I pray we were able to make good on that occasion. I don' t know how.

27:07 Without knowing it, we went into a kind of area where that spirit locked us in for a long time and here goes the craziest data of all history. And it just seems like when we were there time stopped my cell phone, my mother' s watch and the radio clock started counting again the time at the time when we came out of the fog. As you will see, this is only a story that my mother and I can attest to what happened. That was my story. I hope that you have liked greetings to the whole Community and a huge arm to the haunted crypt some of us, both women and men, at some point in our lives, have broken a heart, perhaps a person who was not reciprocated, perhaps the same thing happened to us. Anyway, all we have left after a breakup, the healthiest thing is to get over it. But what about people who don' t get over it and what about people who like to go from heart to heart breaking it sooner or later. There will not come a day when he meets

28:44 a person who will take revenge, such as the following video about a truck driver who went from woman to wife of Bride, without worrying in the least until in his life he found one who took revenge, but a ruthless revenge. This woman, for her bad luck, had family acquaintances who were witches or the whole Community. My name is Jaime and the story I want to tell you happened to my uncle. I want you to know that this story has a few years since it happened. In fact, this story. The only one who knew about this was my grandmother and for many years I keep her with us today she is no longer with us, but she left this story that more than anything happened to be a legend among the family. It turns out that in previous years my uncle, when he was working as a truck driver. I was at a stage which, we might say, was very womanizing. He liked to have girlfriends anywhere he went with his truck,

30:15 whether it' s Puebla, Mexico City, Monterrey, etc. In fact, he always said it to every city that came in. There' s always a woman waiting for me or at least that' s what she used to say. He broke many hearts when he was twenty years old, twenty - five years old, and on many occasions, the women he harmed were always threatening to pay for it later. My uncle at the time had already gotten into women. We could say a little dangerous, women who did witchcraft.

30:57 But since he didn' t affect him in any way. He thought they were just bullshit, which they believed. Of course and this answers the doubt that when he broke a witch' s daughter' s heart, he didn' t think anything bad would happen to her. She remembers very well that the woman, with many wrinkles, with a face that expressed the deep hatred she felt, threatened him. He told him that the harm his daughter had done him, he would pay him that she would ask the devil a favor so that he would take it out on him because of my uncle' s handcuffing. Obviously, he didn' t pay attention to this. She just thought she was another witch who did her tricks, her jobs, but at the end of the day, it was no use. He was skeptical until one night it happened to him. This courtesy of that Witch. It happens that he was going through a truck location, where there is gas, parking lots and a place where truck drivers could stay to sleep. Keep in mind that this story is located in those seventies, if not that in the

32:28 sixties, I am not very sure, but in those years it happens that in these stands, in addition to having street vendors, there are also other women, women who are dedicated to providing services to truckers or road travelers. Obviously, I don' t think it' s necessary to explain what services these women provide. They were women of gallant life. At that moment he was passing by and to be honest, he says he was not looking to hire some of these girls' services, but it happens that when he was dating he was starting his road trip, something caught his attention and there was a very beautiful girl, but extremely beautiful. She was like her ideal wife, the one she had only seen in her dreams, that woman with long hair, hairy, pearly and in a red dress who was inviting any truck driver who passed by, obviously, for her clothes and how she was painted.

33:52 It was easy to assume that this woman was one of so many others who served my uncle. Seeing her, he says those low carnal instincts woke up in him, that is, he wasn' t looking for any of that. But just seeing her detonated something in him that she wanted to have. At that time he didn' t care how but he wanted to have that woman, that woman who was the woman of his dreams. He stopped the truck, got off this one and went to this woman directly. He began to talk to her and subtly asked her how much they were of her services. And, to my uncle' s surprise, he says he was overly cheap, so he didn' t hesitate a second to accept that girl ' s services. He quickly sealed the deal, but the woman told him she had condition. She was not going to get on the truck because of some bad experiences she had had in the past, that if she wanted the service, she had to accompany her to a barn nearby. In fact, the barn could be seen from a distance. It was a few meters in

35:23 the bush. Obviously, any reasonable person would think of this twice, since you' re in a remote place and get into a barn you don' t know. It' s very dangerous, but at that moment my uncle says he didn' t think well, he just wanted to have that woman as fast as possible, so, without thinking about it, this woman took him by the hand and guided him until the barn. Once the woman opened the barn door, the two entered and while there was light, this light was very scarce, as of those spotlights that barely have voltage between all the darkness and among all the Semi light that had lost sight of the girl.

36:16 My uncle says he turned around, but he couldn' t find her. Quickly. He started calling, but it was no use. The barn seemed to be empty when he suddenly heard a strange noise, a noise coming from a part of the barn. This noise is like the bufar of an animal, an animal that is angry, an animal that is furious, a heavy animal. At that moment he realizes that that animal makes the sound, that it would make a cow or worse the sound wanted a bull. The moment he discovers himself coming to light my uncle, what he sees is a huge bull, the biggest bull he' s ever seen, with huge horns that just from seeing them provokes in dread. And here comes a detail. My uncle, although he stayed a short time to observe that bull, as he ran out of the barn, could appreciate that on the neck of the bull, falling on it, resting almost on the floor, was the dress of that girl, that dazzling red dress that had caught his attention in the middle

37:52 of the road, as if this bull had it on. My uncle comes out of the barn and starts running. But a greater fear begins to be noticed, as behind him he feels the footsteps of the bull coming out distasteful towards him. But sadly, as expected, my uncle is not fast enough. The bull gets to it, puts it on the floor and starts to scour it or over and over and over again. But the funny thing is that this bull, while it' s hurting him, is not doing him a fatal damage. So to speak, this bull is only hurting him from the legs of his arms. He at that moment still being on the ground screams, with all his might asking for help. They were close to the location, so the lights on the trucks are starting to turn on. The truckers there start to make a fuss and once they get the sound from where it comes from from the mountain, they all go in search of the man who is screaming. The lights are starting to illuminate my uncle and the bull is still on top of him. He was waiting for them to scare him,

39:22 He was waiting for them to help him, but suddenly, the bull just leaves as if only the lights had driven him away. The other truckers, the other women went as far as he was, lifted him up, was extremely wounded and took him back to the location, to the store, at least to be treated with the first aid boat they have there. Once they asked him what had happened to him, my uncle tells them they didn ' t see the bull. The bull had me on the ground if it weren' t for you for sure, I would have lost my life there.

40:05 But truck drivers, as well as other girls, are confused. They say but which bull you' re talking about. When we used you there was no bull. My uncle, then, worried confused, tells them well, I was with a bull. What did you see? All the truckers replied that they had seen a woman laughing like scratching him standing on top of him. Obviously, that' s why they were thinking maybe they were mugging him or something worse. At the time of seeing these truckers approaching, that woman came out happening, but there was no bull. That woman was laughing and scratching him, wearing the same red dress he had seen before. He carried the same bull. After this, obviously, the girls were asked, since they worked there and they all knew each other, so to speak.

41:23 None of them could tell that attitude who that strange woman was. None of them could say that they knew her, the features and how she was dressed. None of them recognized her. After this, my uncle stopped being a womanizer. It was, so to speak, a remedy and also from that day until today. He is very afraid of those who do witchcraft, although he knows that some do nothing, they are afraid to make a mistake again, as he did when he was younger, to make a witch a woman.

42:15 Accidents happen day by day sadly around the world accidents occur daily, especially on roads, whether they are crowded or not. So much, many of us have heard different news and, of course, many of us may not even have been close, fortunately, to one of these accidents. A large number of people, especially those who carry a vehicle when they see that they are responsible for the lost or someone else, decide to escape, to escape.

43:05 How many cases do we not know of this happens that this next account is similar to these circumstances, a gunboat that either for bad luck or because fate already had it premeditated, was responsible for a sad accident and this same accident was chasing him all over the road, or at least it is what is said in this account, which comes from the words of two brothers. Hi, Alex I' m gonna send you my story, but I' d like it to be anonymous. You see, about a year and a half ago, me and my brother were going for a ride on the motorcycle.

43:55 Each of us had his motorcycle, but in his own way, my brother had hit her and, therefore, we had both gone out together in one. We had no apparent reason to leave. We simply liked to drive to give him the role as he says, and we always came to some houses that were close to the hill. I live in a village. Those houses were very humble, sheet roof, made of wood, some of cardboard. They were from people who were barely making their belongings. They had bought land, most of them very humble families, but also very kind and cared for each other. They were people who came from the same town I came from. We were on that road accelerating the motorcycle for a while. It was already night. For those who wonder why we were going out at night, it was just because during the day there was too much traffic, and not traffic like a city, but that there were wagons, horses even going down the road and obviously, we had to dodge them. During the night, the road was mostly completely clear and that' s what we liked.

45:25 It wasn' t too late either. It was about nine o' clock at night, when at that on our way, we saw a truck in the distance stopped with all the lights on. We thought that it was just another truck driver who had been stranded, but not this truck was in his lane, it had not been sidelined at all. I was with all the light on obstructing the passage. What struck us strongly is that by the lights of this still lit one could see the silhouette of someone standing in front of the truck. He was a little person, so to speak, and as we got closer, we began to see the real way of this person.

46:15 She was a girl in a blue dress and with a very long horse. He was turning his back on us, standing there watching the truck from the front. We passed and could only see on the back. This caught our attention a lot. What we thought first is that our survival was activated immediately. We thought it might be a procedure for assaulting people, but we quickly realized that this could not be possible. Although there was crime in the village, it was not that type of people who stormed the road. They didn ' t even have the resources to hire a truck and how they were going to put a girl in those conditions. After thinking about it a little bit and slowing down more than anything because there was a girl and stopped, we turned around and returned with that truck this seal stopped, but the girl was no longer in front of him. I stopped a few meters away with the motorcycle still on. My brother got off. He walked just about three steps screaming for the girl saying where you are, where you are. These wounds need help. When on that from inside the truck, the truck driver, a somewhat robust man, was sort of hiding, as he came out of

47:47 nowhere, he was crouching. Open the door immediately and ask us for help. It leaves the truck running, so we immediately adapt defensive position. But by running this man. We noticed he didn' t come with violence. I was totally freaked out. He asked us for help, told us something had been chasing him from miles back. We asked him what had happened and he, doubting himself, told us that he would tell us the truth, but that, please, we would believe him that he had not taken, had not smoked, had not consumed anything and to the tests he referred and that, of course, he was not at all crazy. He told us that a girl in a blue dress had been chasing him for miles and miles.

48:46 He explains that this girl ran out from the side of the road at a short distance and he couldn' t stop him. What he did was he dodged her into the other lane to avoid going over her. He thought he had made it, but his fear increased when this girl, again, minutes later on the road he was going through, came out again from the shore running in front of the truck' s new account. The trailer or tell us that again had to dodge the girl, but it was the same.

49:28 He could not explain how a child without further help could go ahead and go out in front of him. He was already thinking the worst thing was chasing him, but minutes later the same thing happened to him. And this is nothing else, but to rectify that, in fact, that girl appears to her and always gets in the middle of the way so that this truck driver passes over her. Obviously, the trucker, but again dodges it and he says that every time this girl showed up out of nowhere she managed to dodge it. But there was one occasion he stood in front of the road stopped looking at him as he approached and approached and was approaching, and just as he was near that girl, the truck stopped. He didn' t want to answer it, he didn' t want to start. They just turned on the lights. The truck driver could not do much more, but hide and ask God, ask luck from all the saints, someone to pass by, someone to help him to be frank. We immediately believed the story because we had seen that girl, that girl in a blue dress, and we had seen her in front of the truck watching him. We wanted to

51:00 help him. We told him that we could take him on the motorcycle, or better, since we were three people and we couldn' t be able to accompany him in the course of here to the village. He agreed to this and we went almost to the pair Surprisingly, the truck responded, this truck driver thanked us and even gave us some money. But this story doesn ' t end here. Although this happened and even because of the same fear of meeting this girl, we no longer went on the road, we no longer reached that village, even those humble little houses we always went to.

51:43 Inevitably we ended up one day remembering that exactly two months of the trucker' s event had passed. We went to these houses because my father needed horses and there was pot in that place they were selling. When we went to those houses talking a little bit, since they were people we knew, we found out something that left us with the icy skin. Most of the houses were in mourning. The kids didn' t go out to play like they always did. Now, the parents were holding them with one hand and always watching them after asking what had happened, especially because there were black bows in some houses. The people there told us that an accident had occurred a long time ago. A girl was playing and as she ran for the thrill of not looking, she had gone out on the road running and had not noticed that a truck was passing. At the same time, the truck made a maneuver. He tried to avoid the girl and there are many witnesses to this, but he didn' t make it. The distance was very short.

53:05 Despite this, the truck continued its course. It didn' t stop. It was just dark, so it was hard to chase him. Some people tried, but they' re people who only have horses. Obviously, a truck at full speed is hard to reach and it was because of this that the people of the village were very defensive. When they heard trucks passing the road, I and my brother asked them how long ago this had happened. They told us exactly two months ago. I don' t know if that truck driver was telling us the truth, or maybe he was contradicting maybe that girl kept showing up on the road for the remorse that there wasn' t any maniac crypt. You have heard different sayings that are said perhaps in your family, on your ranch, in the cities, perhaps legends that are told in your colony or popular sayings. I remember one that is that every time the dog howls you have to turn the flip flops, flip flops or shoes, what you are wearing so that somehow you scare away the bony, because it is said that when the dog oozes, death is near. They are

54:38 very interesting sayings, as they go from generation to generation. One of these is that when you see your door open the door of your house, the saws open immediately or leave it open. But what is never recommended is that you give her the good coming, even if it is sarcastic to whatever she comes in for her. Many times we think it' s the wind. Sure, we' re even playing, but what happens when this door opens and it' s not the wind. What happens when a presence is truly coming into your house and you welcome it. Some people say that by giving you this, this presence does not go away or it takes longer to leave.

55:35 Something similar happened to this driver, but in the middle of the road, when his door opened, he welcomed some beings who would martyr him all the way. My name is mora the experience I want to tell you. He lived it in his own flesh. A few years ago I had gone to travel to another city looking for a job, looking for opportunities Due to different situations, I decided to move to another central area, so I had some luggage with me. It wasn' t much, but all this fit very well in the trunk. The trip was long and had a lot of road to drive. I, on account, thought that I would arrive at my destination at about ten o' clock at night, when it was going to be seven, seven and a half, when the sun had already hidden, because in these parts of northern Mexico the sun is hiding at a very early hour I stopped by the side of the road. All this because I felt that the damper the tire was falsifying had gone through some bumps and because

57:08 it had suffered damage and in order not to take risks later, I decided to change the tire and I lowered the instruments I changed the tire and opened the door of the copilot more than anything, because there I had the keys, I had all the instruments and it was easy to keep it open to take from there everything that was occupying. But because of my thoughts to which I was somewhat distracted, I kept everything. I got on my car again and just as I was getting on and sat down I realized that the copilot ' s door had not closed it at that time, it gave me slackness, as I had to stretch, but somehow strangely the air that was blowing and made the door go opening more and more and more when at that suddenly it is whipped as if someone had gone up. Obviously, I think everyone will know that for that to happen, a car door is half hard.

58:17 The car doors are heavy, they have to move with someone' s strength and the wind can' t change their course. If at one point I was opening it, how is it possible that I closed it at that moment? I didn' t think of this. I took it as a joke, as a game, and I did. I think the worst I could have done. What I did was make fun of myself I just said on the air. Ah, you' ve gone ahead Sit down right now We ' re leaving. I think some people know full well that this should not be done. And for people who don' t know, if they' re ever in their car or their house, even worse they see that the door opens by itself and then closes or just opens. Maybe it' s the air. Don' t rule that out, but don' t say pass it. Never invite, even in a burlesque tone, as I did on that occasion, because you never know when it' s the air really or when it' s something else, you should never invite that into your house or into your car, because they may not want to leave. Later.

59:43 Turns out I didn' t want to pay attention to this and I continued my way. But when I was driving, I began to hear noises of voices like children who were murmuring, children who were playing to put them a little bit in the situation I was in. It was winter seasons. So, the windows in the car went all the way up. The air that passed was blowing heavily and even had a little rain. If the noise came from outside. I couldn' t have heard it. There was too much noise for me to hear the noises of some children playing around, especially the speed that went, if more, if I listened to them, they had to stop in a matter of seconds. But these noises didn' t stop. And worst of all, I heard them just inches from me as if these kids were coming in the car. Multiple times I turned towards the back seats, towards the co- pilot' s seats, but I couldn ' t see anything. There was no one there. Because of everything I was listening to, I couldn' t drive quietly. I ran through the car. I got out of it, I took care of it, and I didn' t know how to act. He was holding my head.

1:01:13 I was thinking what I was gonna do. I had a long way to go. When in that I turn towards one of the rearview mirrors, one of those rearview mirrors that has the car on its side. If you get at the exact angle, you can see inside the car. And that' s what I did. It was the smartest thing I could do at the time, because through the mirror, I could see that clearly it didn' t come only inside the car, playing from one side to the other, there were children, middle- aged children, small eye children, these children were not commonly seen. It was not as if he was like another normal person, but they were transparent. Through them, through their body, I could see parts of the seat, It was as if these became transparent for a few seconds. In short, they were not normal children. Obviously, this upset me even more how I could get them out of there and even stood up many times to leave the car and keep walking. Believe me, if I had been closer to that place just a few hours on foot, or had opted for that option. But the case was not this, so

1:02:43 I did the following, because of a advice that Grandma had given me a couple of years ago, I opened the trunk I took out all my luggage, sheets, suitcases, clothes utensils, things that I had bought clocks and without thinking much, taking enough courage as I had rarely taken in my life. I opened both doors and put my luggage and all my utensils, all my belongings, both in the back seats and in the co- pilot' s seat. I knew I didn' t have to leave those entities a place to sit. After this and before closing the doors, I threw them out of the car like a person was running. I' ve been throwing them out for about five minutes with the doors open. Surely the cars that were going on at the time thought he was crazy or something. After closing the doors, I re- entered my car and started again counting on my way. The laughter the whispers I heard of the children stopped completely, they listened to us from that experience I learned not to invite, even if it was involuntarily before which I do not understand. Thank you for hearing my story.

1:04:17 Greetings to the entire Community of the haunted cryptamaniacs. What follows is a strange account, as the person telling us that he is not sure what he was. He doesn' t know if he falls into the category of ghost, creature or alien. He just says it was something, something he was imitating the shape of a human and his behavior. He says it looked more like a machine making the illusion of a human trying to act like a human.

1:05:00 He catalogues it like that. His behavior was like that of a machine trying to act like a human, just as an artificial intelligence would do that I believe that if many have dealt with those artificial intelligences, they know that his dialect tries to look like the human, but it never becomes as precise as this one. We know how to detect when something wants to give an appearance, which it is not. Many of these accounts fall into the unsettling valley, as our friend mentions in the account. He did not take into account that that morning on the road he would encounter something that assimilated and wanted to deceive him and take the form of a human to let him into the truck or community. My name is Lisandro Zaragoza. The story I want to tell you next happened to me on one of my truck trips. I' m a trailer or a truck driver. Whatever you want to say. For a long time I was a foreign trucker, going from state to state.

1:06:27 I am currently local, since I have family and I find it much better to work only in my city to go out and be in State in State. So I spend more time with them, but before, when I was outside, I had some paranormal experiences that I wanted to tell them. One of them happened to me on a trip was in the morning. For them to take this into account, since for something scary to happen to you or something paranormal, or it is not necessary it is not even late night, Cents and spirits do not recognize schedule and do not care. I was driving when hail began to fall in, but hail of a large size. They were stones. When it starts to hail, I have the order that I have to stop the trailer, especially to avoid accidents and pass and it turns out that on that route the road was very narrow. It began to hail and apart the cloud lends itself to accidents. I called on the radio and they told me to stop. I stopped on the side of the road and as I saw the hail never stopped. I just settled in. I began to listen to music, I began to get distracted when in that, apart

1:07:58 from all the blows that were heard above the chao and at the doors, I began to realize that a strange sound sounded at the copilot' s door. It wasn' t a blow like the hail did. It was like a one- handed blow, like they were knocking on my door. I thought it was hail at the time, but after hearing it several times I began to notice that these blows were going with some sort of rhythm. They were knocking and knocking on the door so I could pay attention to this one. He toured me a little and looked up, but when I saw outwards, there was nothing, there was no one on the other side. Obviously, I retired again and what I thought was that I had simply confused the blows with falling from the hail. But again they started knocking on the door as if it were a hand, a blow from a new person I went and looked up and there was no one. After this I settled back into my seat and had already passed about ten minutes when suddenly again they started knocking on the door. I was planning on going through one of the curtains I had put in the truck by then. Sometimes I would stop on some floors

1:09:28 or sometimes also on the road, so I decided to rest a little there And sometimes the lights of the plants, the lights that are put on the road, the lights that are put on the posts do not let you sleep and I had placed those curtains so that when I was ready to sleep in my seat, I had no problem walking around the curtain when in that I realized that this time, if there is already someone, it was a woman who had no hair, she was dressed in white. I think maybe with a robe or a dress or a strange dress, his skin was totally white.

1:10:15 His features on the face were a human face, but it was a somewhat strange face. His eyes were very large, his mouth too and his nose very small. Her skin, like I said, was white. I think I might fall into the albino category. She was an albino woman. His body, while resembling what a human would be, was not entirely human. I had certain parts like bigger than others, and this could be seen at the naked eye, so only by seeing it I began to feel not a fear, but a feeling like being on alert. I think it could easily fall into what they call the unsettling valley. But what caught my attention the most was his eyes. His eyes were completely white and they only had a dark dot in the middle that he was seeing me with was a strange woman. She saw me, greeted me and then asked me if I could let her in the truck, as hail and rain were hitting her very hard.

1:11:32 Before I answered, I was staring at her, looking at her. I couldn' t explain how such a woman could exist and I say it without feeling guilty, because even in her movements, in her mouth, her movements were strange, like she wanted to force them. I told him he couldn' t take any passengers. It was forbidden by the company. Obviously, this was a lie. The woman insisted, insisted, and despite the fact that I told her that I could not, as I was with her talking through the glass of the door, I could notice something else, something else that left me trembling from fear, because this woman had nothing to do with hail, that is, I realized that hail balls, ice stones fell on her, but at the same time they fell, pierced her skin and came out of the other side. It was as if her skin as if she did not exist, fell or pierced or pierced. It was a very strange thing like this woman was made of smoke. When I realized this, I simply told him that I couldn' t take her right away. I went back to my seat, tore up the trailer and slow, but I

1:13:08 ' m sure I left that place. I didn' t want to stay there. I didn' t know if this woman was going to force the door in. He had every intention, since, even though one told him that he could not let her in, he had his hand on the door handle, he just had to open it. I went my way. He does not pay attention to what was left behind and after a few minutes, the hail stopped or rather I had come out of it. After this experience and for all the time I was left as a foreign trucker, I never stopped on the side of the road again. Don' t let this story repeat itself. To be honest with you and before I finish the story, I don' t know if this was a ghost or an entity, or a creature or an alien. I simply say that I saw it in a very normal way, as I see anyone, and the fact that the rocks of the ice pierced it left me extremely disturbed. That was my story.

1:14:23 I hope you have liked greetings from the whole Community of the haunted crypt. Not just going through desolate roads. It happens to tourists and it' s obviously understandable if you' re new in a country, in a state, you don' t know all the stories found in this one. Therefore, you don' t even know if there are already haunted roads, as it is popularly known, but it happens and it turns out that this also happens to people who have as their job to go through these roads without knowing even the stories that are woven in these, as happened to him by this policeman, who was doing his job as a federal highway police like any other normal night, when on one of these nights he found something strange on the way.

1:15:27 Apparently, a bus and children were, for no apparent reason, hours into the morning, on that far- off road, totally alone. The worst mistake this cop could have made was stopping. My name is Jesus Casares. The experience I want to share with you and the whole Community comes from my father. My father was a federal policeman a long time ago, when they were still in operation so, as expected, he was sent to different states, different roads. He' s known a lot of legends, a lot of stories I hope he might be able to tell you sometime. But what I want to tell you right now is not a legend, it' s not a horror story that he' s heard, but it' s an experience that he lived to the brim. This happened to him in Tijuana, on those very desolate roads, roads that lead to different villages some dirt roads until the police have to walk more than anything, divided to the different

1:16:58 criminal organizations that, in case they still don' t know, these criminal organizations pretended to be police or even military. And that' s why both police and military were displaced to this type of road, even between mountains. The case was that my father was displaced one of these roads. I just had to go through that route to get an idea. He was passing through that route during the day and during the night, but he never did during the morning. That morning that starts at about 1 a m until 5 a m is a very heavy hour, but one night he passed that road near 3 a m. As I told you before, my father had already gone that way during the day and during the night. It was the first time I had been in the morning. But, as many will think, it wasn' t something extraordinary to him, it wasn' t something he supposed to be afraid of. I had already gone that way, I already knew it was a somewhat deteriorated road, yes, but it could be handled more or less well. When suddenly, while driving there in the distance, in

1:18:31 the blackness of the night, there began to be a light, a light that shone. This became strange to him, as on other nights before he had never seen this was a road that remained mostly uninhabited, desolate, there were no advertisements, there was no house nearby, so it became strange to him. What would that light be, which would be that which shone. But it happens that he realizes that this light that shines that little dot shines only when the lights of the patrol allude to it. So, at that moment he realizes what it is. Alone. This is one of those ads that shine with the light of the cars. They' re to give specs to say if there' s going to be a spin, if there' s a stop, if there' s a stop. It' s for more than anything, for caution. But here, if it does anything weird, I' ve already been through that road by night. I' ve never seen an ad like this on that road on the night before. Perhaps they had recently put it, something that didn' t make sense either, since he had been passing by during the day, also clear only the hours he was resting. He did not pay any more attention to this and went on his way. But as he approached, he realized that this was not

1:20:03 a sign either, but rather were the signs of a bus. The lights that were reflected were also from this one. It was a bus standing on the side of the road. It was a school bus, as it had those stop- care ads and every time the patrol used it, obviously, it shone and brought up school bus. My father got weird. I' ve never seen anything like it before. He thought that maybe some unit had been damaged or damaged in the middle of the road, so he slowed down to see if there was anyone or if they were already solving the problem.

1:21:00 But what surprises you even more is that in front of this bus and also on one side of the road along with this one, they were very small silhouettes. And the moment my father slows down even further and pays attention to those silhouettes. She realizes they' re all children' s. There was a group perhaps between twenty and thirty children in their uniform standing on the side of the truck. No adult could be seen closely. There were only children.

1:21:44 Obviously, this draws my father' s attention. It stops meters ahead, reverses the patrol, picks up its radio and communicates what is going on. He informs the other patrols and also to communicate, perhaps with an ambulance, because it is not known if there are any injured or, perhaps, the same driver, since he is not in sight. Or once saying everything on the radio, about the bus, about the kids, he gives the change and sets out to get out of the patrol. He opens the door and he' s about to leave when his own radio starts ringing and it ' s the voice of a man from another cop and he says Ruben, Rubén, listen to me, don' t get out of the patrol.

1:22:36 Don' t leave the patrol, close the door, don' t leave. For all you want, don' t go out. My father hears this, obviously, it makes him weird. Close the door again and ask, but what are you telling me? Answer me that I' m doing wrong or that you suddenly hear someone else' s voice, another cop' s partner that says Ruben. Ignore all that and get out of there completely ignore them. At that time he was communicating with the headquarters, but all the conversations the police had with the Central could be heard in other patrols, so these policemen had heard him. The only thing they were telling him was that he would leave, that he wouldn' t get down, that he would ignore the whole picture. And here comes something very strange, and my father says that when he passed the children' s side, they didn' t move, they just turned their heads following the patrol. And even when he stopped in front and gave him a little back and looked through the rearview mirror, he saw that these children were still motionless, they were not moving at all. They were standing there. They just turned their heads and saw him, but nothing more. They didn' t talk, they didn' t move their arms, they didn' t do anything. They just look like inert statues. My father was very strange when he looked back at the

1:24:10 rear- view mirror and saw that these children had approached, not only had they moved, but they had approached. The patrol had approached, but very quickly. They, again, were inert, not moving even a standing muscle watching my father, but very close to the patrol. It seemed that they waited for the moment when my father neglected to move quickly and get closer to him. Every time he lost sight of them. These children approached or at least those who could, and every time my father watched them, they again held still. Because of the numerous alerts they gave him by radio to leave, not to get off, not to make the mistake of getting off.

1:25:06 My father just tore off the patrol and jumped out of there. I didn ' t know very well what had happened. I was only sure that I had left that bus and those children behind in a matter of seconds. All this seemed very strange to him and what his companions explained to him, those who alerted him not to get off, told him that they did not know very well what the story of that road was. They didn' t know very well what had happened. The only thing they had ever witnessed, since there are no reports of any missing bus, perhaps missing children. Nor is it known what happened there, but what they witnessed is that in that house it varied either in one kilometer or in another or in another this bus with children appeared and those who got off ended up very badly. They had seen the same policemen who had made this mistake and ended up in a grotesque way, with nightmares, with night terrors, extremely traumatized, with terror of returning to that road, even with the terror of getting on some patrol. That night they saved my father from making a mistake. Interestingly, this appearance only

1:26:40 happens at dawn. At present, that road is no longer in operation and I believe that one of the many reasons is the same. Before I finish the story, I have to share with you that my father didn' t keep this. He wanted to go get a proof, an evidence of what was seen in the early mornings on that road, so again he went and took several attempts, but finally he could find that bus again. Everything was the same, the same position, even of the children. But of course, on this occasion he did not stop and why he came back from you wondering. Well, at the time he had an Erickson sony was one of those cell phones that were popular over two thousand eight, two thousand seven, two thousand nine. His camera wasn' t very good, but for the year it was one of the best. My father decided to take a video, but this was of no use to him, since after having gone through that bus and the children, after he saw them with his own eyes, the cell phone camera had not caught anything. The recording was clean. You could only see the mountain and the road completely uninhabited. It seemed that that

1:28:14 was only perceptible by the eyes of people. This reason was enough for my father not to pass that road again even during the day. This second story comes from a motorist, rather a Haya motorist, like many people, had left something we could say Harta from the quarantine of the last contingency that has been experienced, so so many soon offer to go on a business trip.

1:29:02 She accepts, but she doesn' t want to go on a bus, she doesn' t want to go as formally told in a carrier company. No. She prefers, as she has been locked in four walls, to grab her car and go alone. See again the roads, see again different towns or localities in the course. After being trapped on four walls, he says that' s all he wants to do. I didn' t count on stopping, filling up the gasoline, something would come with it and that, thanks to making the right decisions, today you can be here and tell this experience. His story is as follows. My name is Laura and what I want to tell you happened to me in the last months of the year two thousand twenty- one. As you know, the pandemic had passed.

1:30:13 We all came from being locked practically in four walls and even I, who was working at home, as popularly said, had to make a trip. They had been lifting all restrictions and those who wanted to make this business trip, as the possibility was open. I accepted right away. I' m a person who doesn' t like being locked up and wanted to go somewhere as soon as possible. On these trips. The company always pays for transportation, obviously, but at that time I told them no. I didn' t want transport. I wanted to drive down the road and get to the destination at the time I lived in a city and almost couldn' t even get out by car, unless you had to go to a super to some urgency. He wanted to travel miles and miles, he wanted to de- stress me, he wanted to see other landscapes. I left at a certain point in the morning, but of course I didn' t have the many checkpoints I had on the roads, so I was arriving a little late at the destination. I remember it was about eleven o' clock at night when I looked at the gas tank and it was a little low. I was about to reach my destination, which was Chihuahua, but before I arrived I decided to stop at a gas station. This gas station was very lonely with

1:31:47 the restrictions they had. The guys at that gas station had to be just inside the store. Inside the store he went and paid for the gas and at the time of paying see acti bar to the insurance of the hose and with that yourself you had to come and put gasoline to your car. All this was automatic, so no one was outside. I stopped, got out of the car, headed to the store and out the window I bought something and paid for the gas. When I was going back my car I just put the hose on and waited. In that I realize that something is coming from the other end of the road between the mountain. Something was moving.

1:32:36 I thought it was an animal, but as it went out. I knew it was a person, a very tall person would reach up to two meters. This person was carrying with him a raincoat or a raincoat that reached almost to his ankles, and this would be completely normal for me, even if it were strange. But what made me fear him, which made me have a deep fear that that person would approach me. His arms were abnormally large, or rather long. The palms of his hands reached far below his knee, almost half of his calf. But, to my misfortune, the dispatcher still did not stop and this man was getting closer and closer and closer and more and by his trajectory he was seen to be coming straight to me.

1:33:35 I couldn' t do it anymore. I just walked in and left the dispatcher there and got in the car. I closed with insurance and this man came to the window of my car and gave him touches to my window to call me attention. I turned around and saw it This man just stared at what he then said to me very slowly, it was as if he spoke very slowly, as if he was tired. He told me to come by a motorcycle and that his bike had failed and that he was detained a few kilometers back, that if, please, he could also get out of the car, since he needed my help to bring gasoline. I told him that I couldn' t feel very sorry, but that I couldn' t go to a place and I was going to be late, but that there were the guys at the gas station and that they could help him. This man after this didn' t say a word to me. He just retired and stood behind my car. Not exactly standing back, but a few meters, but behind me. I was just standing there watching myself I was waiting for him to walk away, but I didn' t. And while I was a few meters away, I was doing calculations, but I didn' t mean what I was going out on. I' d take my sleeve off

1:35:05 the car and get back in my car. It was long enough for this man to reach me and feel deep inside me that that' s what he wanted. I wanted to get off. I kept looking at the bomb and saw that it was already full, that the dispatcher had already stopped in a cowardly way. You could say that, but I say it was the smartest thing to keep the lock on every door. I passed slowly and as I could towards the back, I lowered the glass, not without antis not taking the look off of that man who was still standing. I got it down.

1:35:50 I went down it and through it I took my hand and though it cost me work, I managed to remove the hose, but obviously I couldn ' t put it back in place, so I just left it lying down. I went up the glass again and went back to the front. I tried to start my car, but I couldn' t get the car. He didn' t react. The car, it didn' t react, it didn' t start. As much as I know I tried, I tried again and again and again and nothing, and, to my misfortune, again they touched my window. He was the same man who now told me that he did need help, that he could help me, but that he would get out of the car so he could help me, so he could start the car. I, again told him no, that I was going to fix it, but that, please stay away. This man outlined a smile for me and in this smile I could see that I had no teeth.

1:36:54 It was like the simple ones of something rotten. Its simples were completely dark and from these gums came what I interpret as pins. They weren' t fangs, they were smaller and much thinner. Despite having the glass up to the top, despite having so to speak, protection or a barrier that we were staying with, I came with a rotting smell, a smell of decomposition. Only when that man smiled again away from the window, but this time less now he was just about two meters away from me. I found no escape, so I started playing the claxson over and over again to play the horn, to make movement, to try to get attention and, fortunately, it worked so soon. I turned to the store to see if anyone was watching me, and yes, the two guys were in the window watching me At that time I signaled them with their hand that, please, they would come, although of course I made it out of one hand was very volatile, very desperate for them to come out as soon as possible The guys came out and asked me if I needed help. I told them yes and that a man was around stalking me. They simply turned to see each other and turned to see many places. I just as crazy, trying to find that man, that strange man, but there was nothing. He was gone.

1:38:28 The guys gave my car battery a power and that' s the only way it started again. The boys didn' t know who that man was, but she wasn' t the only one who saw him. They' d been working there for a while. They had seen several customers and above all, their colleagues employed at that same gas station. They said they saw a man with the same characteristics as me. I was hitting them that night. Come in. It turns out that, apparently, this strange subject only appears to women when they are alone, as had happened to their companions or when they are also traveling alone on the road. It' s very strange, but they told me yes, that there were several women who had seen it and in the same way. Luckily, by that time, he had not managed to get any of them out of the car or out of the store, as in the case of his companions. I think he may have, but obviously the ones who get off aren' t here to tell.

1:39:49 I think it' s a paranormal entity, since those characteristics, as I saw it, are more than clear to me that it' s not human. Thank you for listening to my experience. I hope everyone liked it and I send greetings to the entire crypt community from California.