NUNCA ENTRES A LOS TERRENOS DEL ABUELO / TERRORES VIVIDOS EN PROVINCIAS RANCHOS ETC.

0:10 How many of us haven' t heard or at least talked to one of our grandparents about paranormal stories. Many of these grandparents used to live on ranches or in towns, and we know that the most gloomy stories, usually, what happens in those places, those remote places and in years spent almost totally incommunicado, life in the countryside was another very different, even now. That is why in this video we will play these stories of grandparents that, curiously, did not happen to them when they were already adults. These stories happen all when grandparents were children or teenagers, just like this first story, that the grandfather telling it says he was going after his girlfriend. Like any boy of that age, he had to pretend to be a good boy, but what he didn' t count on is that on that road he would deviate and the result of that deviation made him end up in a completely different place or in place that is already inhabited, but not by people, but by something else, something else that held him from his legs and that if he hadn' t been fast enough or strong enough, maybe they would have pulled

1:42 him out. Maybe this grandfather couldn' t have told this story hello to everyone. My name is Maria Salamanca. The experience I want to tell you is a story my grandfather told me. This happened many years ago, and my grandfather was 14 years old when this happened to him and, like every 14- year- old, he was already looking for a girlfriend and that girlfriend was my grandmother. Both were the same age at that time. My grandfather tried to score points to earn my grandmother' s family, so he helped his father, helped his mother. Every time I could make myself clear, I was very manly and very gentlemanly in front of them so much so that I had caught the routine of going for my grandmother and her mother, that is, my great- grandmother, to find them on the way when they came from church. This happened in a small town. There were no roads, no cars, no electricity. Only in a few cius how many parts were counted, what moved a lot were the candlelights in all houses and also in certain roads, which were lit by these lanterns that inside them was

3:15 a large candlelight. My grandfather always went for them. That' s why eight o' clock at night was already dark. I borrowed a horse from my father and went out to Galope to find them as quickly as I could and bring them back to the village. He used to get off the horse and how not to give it to the ladies so they wouldn' t walk. He was going down and they were going up as they were talking all the way through. It turns out that that day, the night before, had rained in pitchers and throughout the day, although it had not rained like the night, it had been snorting or prying, as is said in some States. It was a dim rain, but it didn' t stop all day, so when I saw that I was prying, my grandfather got on the horse again at eight o' clock and said goodbye to his parents and started galloping quickly to that road. With what he did not tell is that the river that was on the side of the road had overflowed before reaching that point. A large part of the road was submerged in the water and had also been washed away. Certain hills, stone and sand had completely covered the

4:45 road. My grandfather had no choice but to surround all that. He knew the field very well, so he started doing calculations. Well, if I travel this distance, I may have surrounded all this landslide, all this flooding, and I can get there with them later. About fifteen minutes, my grandfather met at his destination and continued galloping with his horse. When he thinks he' s surrounded enough. When he believes that he was already near or at least at the point, he begins to turn around, he says that that night was very dark yes for himself, at that time he had not lit up where he was on that road that he was only having the moonlight.

5:39 That precise night didn' t even have the moonlight. It was all cloudy. As the drops fell, the clouds completely opaeded the whole panorama and, although it brought a lantern to it, it lit around, but it did not light beyond a few four feet the five meters was in the total darkness. He says he set out and stopped, because he seemed to see that tree he always saw when he was on his way with my grandmother and his mother. There was a very characteristic tree, or a large, leafy tree on the side of the road. He seemed to see him, so he thought at that time it was good to stay in that place. It was still flooded, but maybe they' d come around, though it wasn ' t as flooded as elsewhere. If he went down, the water would get under his knee, so if it was a bit flooded, but it was still passable. Suddenly you notice that your horse is acting strangely. He starts moving his head, giving heads, whining, getting nervous. My grandfather, as he can control it and among everything is a fuss he had with the horse. The impatient horse wanted to move from that place begins to see

7:12 two figures below the tree, swinging from one side to the other. He initially thought it was my grandmother and great- grandmother, but as he paid more attention, he saw that they were not adults, but that they were two children, two children who were swinging with two swings on that branch of the tree. And as if these children had realized that they were watching them, they asked Ignacio, who you are looking for. My grandfather was scared, but soon he calms down because she was called Ignacio. Possibly those kids were from the village, and like there, almost everyone knew each other.

8:03 Surely he for carrying the bluff could see him without any trouble, but they, being in the dark my grandfather could not see them. They only saw the shadows. He asked them chamacos they haven' t seen Doña fatima and I' m looking for their daughter. The children didn' t answer. They kept rocking like they just didn' t care about the question. My grandfather keeps yelling at them, but this time asking them who they' re coming with. They were some eight- year- olds, seven years- olds, getting on the swing, and even their legs didn' t get to the ground. It was obvious that their children could not walk alone, but these children, likewise, did not answer, they remained silent. They continued to swing. At that moment, my grandfather begins to notice that a certain part of the horse feels strange and as he looks down, he notes that the back legs of the horse are more submerged in the water than they should be. The horse. Little by little it was submerging more and more, so my grandfather thought at that time that perhaps the flood was loosening the

9:35 earth a lot and the horse was getting stuck by this very thing. Maybe he was desperate. My grandfather begins to look around and sees that just one side of him is like a mountain between rock debris and earth. You see it' s solid, so, without thinking about it, it jumps into it to take some weight off the horse and it doesn' t sink any more. Jump immediately and fall right on it. Suddenly he starts improvising what I can do. I want to get the horse out. I can' t leave him. That' s where he starts to put his hand in the water and, curiously, something that doesn' t make sense at the time, but he was very grateful to have found him a board. You could tell she was already rotten, but she was tough enough to get him out of that trouble. Luckily, my grandfather ended up taking the horse out and once he did, he made the decision to walk as slow as possible, testing the floor to lead the horse on the right path. After all.

10:52 If he felt it' s a day he can quickly remove his leg. The horse could not, but only he, by putting one of his boots in the water and reaching under his knee, felt immediately how something took him and kept him in that place, something was holding him, something held him by the foot, something kept him from moving. He started believing that maybe she was a snake, but she couldn' t do this. Maybe some mecca that had brought the water. The point is, I was warped about something, and then I felt like this was being taken by the other leg. Underwater, I couldn' t see what it was. And it was at that moment that he decided to simply put the bluff and hook him to the horse and he, with his hands, began to touch the thing that held him. My grandfather panicked at all when he realized they were hands.

12:01 One hand was holding him for each foot and he was holding him tight. It was a hard hand, it' s just that I took him and wouldn' t let him go. My grandfather doesn' t know what he did. Obviously, he panicked, as I said, he started moving very quickly, he started screaming, he started jumping with all the strength he could. He hooked the horse and, as he could, climbed onto it. He gave the horse the order to come back and run as fast as possible. The horse had a hard time, but they finally got out. From there. My grandfather came home pale, totally scared and wet. My great- grandmother was he saw him, treated him and asked him what had happened to him, but he couldn' t talk. He only stuttered and made him see his legs with his finger, because all the way he was burned and hurt by both his father and his mother. They lifted his pants, took off his boot and saw his legs on his calves, the marks as scratches and also the mark of one hand on each of his legs was a red mark. All these marks, as the days passed, became bruises.

13:26 And over the days, my grandfather also realized where he had really gotten into. To begin with, my grandmother and great- grandmother had chosen to stay in church and they expected my grandfather to reach the Church. And then they were going to entertain him, because about ten o' clock he was going to pass a cart that was going to take them to the village. My grandfather tells me he was going to get to the church. If I didn' t see them around, he' d choose to follow them to the Church. But it turns out my grandfather had strayed a lot from that tree he used as a reference was the wrong tree. It was not in the same place, it had disoriented and had ended up right in the center of a cemetery. This cemetery wasn' t official. This cemetery had been used by previous generations, but without papers, without any arrangements and even tombstones or tombs were not as such those of a cemetery. It was only some wooden crosses, already rotten wood, and what they did to differentiate the tombs were these small mountains of earth along with scraping and engraving stones to differentiate one

15:03 from another small lumps with crosses. At that time there was already another cemetery, which was already in the village, but those tombs. Those bodies had not been moved, as I explained earlier, were used long ago by previous generations, so those generations of their children were no longer in the village and precisely in that tree which he had confused resembled the other, but ultimately it was not the same. At his feet he was in the tombs of two young children who had lost their lives many years ago. When there was a storm. My grandfather never left town again. I was afraid to disoriented again and end up in a place I would be like that cemetery where the hands of those deceased came out of the graves. This story is told as a

16:41 legend from where my grandparents come from. This story begins with a rancher heading to where his crops were found very early in the morning. When you get to this one you find something not very pleasant, but you already expected. It' s been the same thing for three days. Part of his crops were gone. They' d stolen them again. He even saw how these had been torn from their roots and some plants had taken them out of their place. Whoever it was noticed that he had not even been careful did so brazenly, not caring that the next day the rancher realized that they were stealing his crops. One of these many mornings was in the company of his compadre and although he knew that he was going to find missing crops. He never thought it would come this far. This time they had stolen too much from him and obviously, the rancher was extremely upset, shouted in the sky and cursed over and over again that thief who had stolen from him. Both men came to agree that this was already too much and they came up with something to catch that supposed thief. That same night they made the preparations and chose

18:17 the stables as the place where they would stand waiting for the offender. They agreed to arrive at ten o' clock in the evening in case the thief arrived earlier, although they were more than clear that it was likely that it would be at dawn, as the rancher would leave the place at eight o ' clock every day and if this thief had watched him, they would catch him unsuspecting. One of them agreed to bring a bow to tie it up and take it to the village police. And that' s how it was at ten o' clock at night. Both men were already waiting to surprise that thief. They had their eyes fixed on the crops. Those who saw themselves in the distance the hours passed and saw no one approaching. The dirt road was uninhabited. They tried to get rid of the dream by talking to each other a little bit, but at two o' clock in the morning, the dream was beating them. At a certain point they began to realize that, perhaps, this thief came at dawn and so that the two were not struggling with the dream, since we also have to remember that they are fieldmen, they are more than used to falling asleep early and this was affecting them quite a bit. They came to the conclusion of taking turns so as

19:52 to bear more amen at night. The first to take his turn was the compadre, while the rancher continued to observe his crops. It was hard for him to fight the dream in the silence of the night and he almost beat it, after having spent about five minutes of his compadre having fallen asleep, he could see something in the sky that was approaching to reach where his crops were. By paying more attention, the rancher realized that this thing was a fireball. It was above the floating crops. When he could suddenly see this fireball coming down and up, it didn' t look like it was bouncing.

20:45 More like he was taking something without thinking about it. Twice the rancher woke up his compadre. I didn' t believe what I was seeing. Upon waking him up and pointing out what was above his crops, the other man, totally shocked, assured him that what he was stealing from him was a witch. The two men stayed for a moment watching that being They were inert without knowing very well what to do, doubting whether or not they went out. Until one of them took courage and with all the security he could take, he told her to grab it. The other rancher questioned him about how that was going to be. Honestly, the man had no idea, but at least they had to try to knock her down and give her a good beating or a scare to make them do less. This one won' t steal the crops again. The two men left the hiding place and ran towards the witch. When he saw them, he rose up and set out for the village. One of the men tried to hit him with the mecca or the tsarla, but nothing worked yet. The two men chased her.

22:14 And that' s when one of them remembered an old way to knock down the witches. This way of knocking them down in flight was something that was said in the village. It wasn' t a certainty, but I had to try. This method consisted of putting a knot or a tie to a thread, a bow or a mecate for the fate of them had one at hand. They had to do this after every father of ours who prayed, and this would weaken the witch more and more until she was knocked off her flight. They were coming to the streets of the town and through prayers and knots they managed to see that more and more that ball of fire descended until it reached a point that could no longer be. The witch fell on the top of a tree in an alley in the village and the two men watched the tree move from one side to the other, until finally something fell to the ground. It was a bird or an animal very similar to this one.

23:29 It is said that this birdlike animal was completely black and quite large. The face was horrible, as it had facial features of a person, as well as features of a bird. It looked like the face of a human with bird parts, but the most outstanding thing was the beak. It was very strange and it caused chills. Under his wings. You could see how the crops he had stolen were falling on him. Once the men made sure that witch had been the one she had stolen. All this time they began with the punishment, with the snare they began to punish her until suddenly from the snout of that animal began to come out the screams of a woman.

24:22 The two men were afraid, but they did not want to appear until the same bird begged both of them to stop and told them their names they were both shocked at the time. Both ranchers were terrified now knowing that that thing could speak, and it took the time to fly again. However, they were not concerned about this. They knew that the witch would not steal their crops again, but as for discovering who the witch of the village was, they made an intelligent and simple plan. At the same time the next day they would go from door to door to visit each neighbor. They knew very well that those bruises that had left her were to be seen the next day and even in a few weeks. They both began their search in the morning, visited every trade and neighbor of the village until, as they intuited, they found the witch. The neighbor was called Bernestina and told them from the window that she could not leave because she said that a horse had knocked him down and this one was badly injured. The witch wasn' t stupid.

25:48 She knew the ranchers knew their secret. The ranch spread the word about everything that happened in this story. Ernestina didn' t last long in town. She moved in after a few months, as everyone already distrusted her. But still it is said that if at dawn you lack crops. It is the Ernestine witch who is said to now live among the mountains, but who occasionally comes back to rob the triptamaniac people. I want you to tell me some of you or some close family. She' s been through night terrors or she' s been through insomnia or like what' s been told in this story. Being sleepwalking these sleep disorders. People who suffer from them say that they are not at all pleasant going the insomnia part. Many of these people, while most do not remember dreams, some who do remember it when they are at this stage, say they have strangers. Dreams, dreams that don ' t have much explanation, dreams that see people there that they don' t know, are strangers. This grandfather talks about his brother going through one of these disorders. He was sleepwalking, this strange stage of his brother walking

27:23 asleep, changed abruptly. Although it wasn' t a thing of the other world, there was something strange. You know his brother was chased in the dream and so was this reflected in real life. Something materialized, something was guiding him out of his house in the dream. Luckily, his parents were always on the lookout, but this evil being did not stay alone in dreams. According to this grandfather he was also able to see it materialized face to face. His story is next hello to the whole Community. My name is Carlos Osmara. I want to share with you a story my grandfather told me.

28:18 This story happened to him when he was a child, he was ten years old and even though it was a long time ago, he remembers it perfectly, as it was a time in his life and in general, in his whole family, that very strange things happened, just overnight. My grandfather says that his brother suffered from what we could say insomnia, sometimes not every night he would get up, walk around the house and then go back to sleep. While this was not something that happened with so much everyday life, it was something that attracted much attention to parents. He took his precautions, locked the doors, all the windows of the houses had bars and, if that were not enough, his father, my great- grandfather, stayed awake until one in the morning to see his son walking from one side to the other and once he lay down he would be perfectly calm that nothing would happen to him. Lying down one in the morning, as you know, for ranchers is practically a wake- up call, but he suddenly did one night those sleepwalking situations escalated a lot from one to ten. He tells his mother

29:48 that in the night he got up to go for water and, as usual, he ran over the curtain and looked at his two children, my grandfather and his brother. She observed at that time that only my grandfather was there, the other, the older brother, had disappeared his mother immediately from the alert. Dad gets up, my grandfather gets up and they start looking all over the house, but they couldn' t find him. All the doors of the house without exception had a key. The windows bars were still in place. There was no way his brother would have run away from the house, but this had happened. His father, perhaps because of despair, opened the door and ran out into the street and saw him. I was walking in the street with an arm outstretched, as if carrying him by the hand walking to a place. Who knows ur where my great- grandfather ran and took him by the hand and very slightly led him back to the house.

31:07 You know that sleepwalkers should not wake you up and did your best that night to keep you inside the house. My grandfather says that he, his father, his mother identified that something strange happened that night, since all over the house there was a smell like smoke, like when they burn garbage, like when there is a fire, that suffocating black smoke that even makes you cough sometimes. That smell felt all over the house. But of course, without seeing the smoke so much so that he and his mother began coughing and when his brother and father arrived, they also began coughing. It was a very penetrating smell that even had to open doors, they had to open windows to get it out. My great- grandfather, taking precautions, started checking every place in the house for where that smell came from, but he found nothing.

32:15 The next night this happened again. My grandfather' s brother again disappeared from bed and found him again on the street. My grandfather explains that he was not woken up that time, perhaps not to scare him, but he realized very well the ear, so he heard easily when the door was taken off the locks and walked out. He looked out the window, saw his father come in the company of his brother until he put him back in the house. It was a very hard time. He remembers that his father went from staying awake until the morning to staying until three in the morning. And not only he, but his mother had also discovered that if his brother did not wake up after three in the morning, that day he would sleep peacefully, but he would wake up, he would walk from one place to another.

33:22 That day I was going out on the street. What he never explained is how it was possible for him to sleepwalk out into the street when all the doors were secure. He could never explain how he accomplished this feat. While all this was weird. The explanation they gave my grandfather of his brother ' s very words was the most terrifying thing for the whole family, for his brother explained to them that he was led in his dreams by a man, a man of appearance, somewhat gloomy, with long arms reaching to the ground that even dragged them. This man has a hat that extended that long hand took his brother' s palm and led him all over the house to get him out of this That' s what he dreamed. My grandfather’ s parents began to talk to doctors, as well as priests, and began to medicate his brother, as well as to pray to him. And other than this calming him down, he says it made him worse as the day came when his brother just disappeared. My great- grandparents explain that night that

34:53 they had stayed awake in the room until about three twenty- nine in the morning, until without more sleep they could more with them the next morning, when they woke up, not even the morning. Just a few hours later they came across the surprise that their son was not in town. The whole call was made and the closest people, friends and family, got going, started looking for their brother. The hours passed and my grandfather was more and more concerned until that, because of despair, was a church. He got into it and started to act, started praying. He has no idea how long he prayed, but creeds were broken, parents ventured, our god saved you, asking for his brother to appear again. But it was at that time that a very peculiar smell, a familiar smell, which he had heard every night without exception, every time his brother rose up as a sleepwalker.

36:08 That smell of smoke has burned. It began to impregnate the whole church. My grandfather kept praying until he inevitably started coughing again. He explains the following and affirms it. I can tell Alex that trembling I remember the first time this story told me. He was like queido, as if every word he said carried him immediately to that moment. He remembers that he turned around and saw that man, who told his brother that a man in dark clothing, with a hat and long limbs appeared in his dreams. His hands reached to the floor, His palms were being dragged with every step he took. Because, yes, he got very slowly, but he got closer down that hallway.

37:15 My grandfather turned immediately, closed his eyes, pressed his hands and kept praying, even now almost screaming. He was standing out loud. Maybe in some way, those prayers would make that thing go away, but this didn ' t happen. My grandfather says he felt as clearly as he had been dragging his arms through those steps he was taking. This strange man passed by him. My grandfather looked up and saw how he was going through a wall at the end of the church behind where the father was giving the Mass.

38:02 On that wall were placed altar boys who were with those who went out with everything prepared on certain occasions to the church. He immediately got up and ran out and met the priest and a neighbor. The priest had good news and they were even looking for him. His brother had appeared and his parents had him. My grandfather is immediately happy, but that is not without mentioning to the priest that a strange man of terrifying appearance was behind the wall. This priest and neighbor were immediately observed, but they met no one. My grandfather can' t explain what had happened, but the priest told him calmly, son, you go with your family. Don' t worry. He left his scent in a certain way. My grandfather was very relieved, as the priest had believed him in a certain way. I told you. Upon arriving and listening to his brother, he told them that he did not know where he had been, that he only remembers walking in a bus stop that was very close to the village and that he, upon regaining consciousness, immediately returned.

39:31 But he remembers walking in the morning. It' s his last memory. Something strange happened. My grandfather says that after this, his brother' s sleepwalking nights almost completely ended with the exception of a few times, but nothing unusual would get up and go back to bed. This time I didn ' t leave the house anymore. He was back to normal. That strange man and that smell of smoke stopped appearing in the house during the night. They do not know who or what caused this strange man to appear, nor do they know what was done to make him go away. Thank you for hearing my grandfather' s story. Greetings to the entire crypt community. The next story happened to my grandfather told it to me precisely at Christmas times.

40:51 Previously, when I was about four or five years old, we used to go to my grandparents' ranch. My parents got tired of meeting there. So in the village many of their friendships were still there when they would come to greet them. Usually, I stayed at my grandparents' house. I really liked spending time with them, playing in part of their yard and also being with animals. All this started when I was seven. I was climbing up one of the trees that my grandfather had at the limits of his lands, as he had hectares of crops. I remember hearing a child' s voice underneath me. This kid asked me if I could come up with me to make him honest. I was very focused on wanting to climb the tree, so I didn' t pay attention to it and told him if it got weird. When I no longer heard this child, I climbed up and started to go down guavas from this tree and then eat them, but I never heard this child again and as much as I saw it sideways, I couldn' t see where it was either. The area was quite large and was surrounded by a fence that divided my grandfather' s land. I thought maybe my grandfather knew the boy maybe he worked for him, as he sometimes offered jobs to the small children of the neighbors. Anyway, time went by

42:23 and I came down from the tree. I went to my grandfather immediately who was in the courtyard. She was getting the doggies from one of her bitches who found herself pregnant. Because of the excitement, I did not mention anything that had happened to my grandfather until the next day, and that was precisely when he saw me going towards this tree. He yelled at me and told me to come back immediately. He took me by the shoulders and told me I was strictly forbidden to approach that tree. I was small at the time, so he replied that it was that snakes lived in this one. Right away. Despite my age, I understood that it was a simple pretext, since my grandfather knew that he was afraid of snakes, in addition to that the other day he had gone up. Needless to say, I didn' t see any. I can say that I spent looking at that tree for a while and noticed that it was the one that had the most fruits compared to the others, and even had many on the ground that had fallen from its branches. It was more than obvious that my grandfather wouldn' t let anyone near this one it was as if that tree was forbidden. Time passed and that tree, as usual, every year I went to, was strictly

43:57 forbidden to approach. As the years passed, I could not contain the curiosity I felt of knowing that I was not allowed to approach this one even when I was sixteen years old. When I asked my grandfather, I told him to tell me the reason and told him that when I was seven years old I had gone up and nothing bad had happened, that even a boy had approached me when I was upstairs. When I told him this, he saw me again and asked me to see the boy in the tree. He asked me very seriously, so I thought maybe I knew him. I told him to see it or not, that I had heard it when I was climbing up the tree, but when I looked for it, I was no longer there. My grandfather got up from his rocking chair and told me the reason for this. He was not prepared to know of his great fear of this tree. But it happens that when he was very young, about my age, at that time a teenager met a child of some twelve years old, who suffered a great loss, since his two parents had died. Thus, the child soon plunged into depression and, although he was with more family, with his aunt and cousins, he could not overcome the departure of his parents.

45:36 My grandfather started dealing with this child, as everyone in the village was trying to help him over time, more or less. My grandfather and he developed some kind of friendship, as sometimes on weekends they played along with more children within the crop hectares. My grandfather was trying to talk to her, but she was almost impono. The child was increasingly turned off, not wanting to do anything they were trying to avoid. Sadly it happened. The boy took his own life, but I didn' t do it anywhere. During the morning my grandfather' s house entered. He knew how to get in without making noise, because from so many times he had gone, the dogs and animals already knew him, so they didn' t make any noise either.

46:29 When they saw him come in, they received him as if he were in the family, walking wide across the land in the darkness of the night, until he reached that tree, that tree that had been an ordinary tree for my grandfather until that time. This child used it to pass a rope through his branches and end up hanging from him at dawn, My great- grandmother stuck the guerri in the sky as she saw the little body hanging the child was barely fourteen years old by that time the news spread all over the town. At the funeral of this child almost all attended That same evening, my grandfather, being fourteen years old, lived an experience that would leave him traumatized for life and with a deep fear for this tree. That afternoon, he was alone, as his parents were at the funeral he decided to return, as he was only a couple of blocks away from home. Upon arrival, he safely closed the door and before entering the bathroom outside his house.

47:47 It was a wooden bath of those before saw towards the courtyard in the villages the light of the moon enough to illuminate the harvests. My grandfather made the mistake of looking straight at the tree where this young man had hung himself. What he saw left him totally petrified. It was the boy. The same child was now standing in front of him staring at him from the tree. My grandfather ran to his parents' room and says he stayed there until they arrived, says that it was a time that passed him very slowly. The only thing I could do was to look from time to time through the window, but in doing so I always saw the child in the same position, watching him in the distance, as if I knew that my grandfather was hiding, keeping his gaze fixed in that window. The nightmare for his luck ended when his parents arrived, but the apparitions did not end. My grandfather had the habit of going to the bathroom once at night, about one or two in the morning, and for him this was normal. But this began to

49:21 turn into martyrdom when he began to realize that every time that child came out he continued to prevail in front of that tree, watching it from the time he went out and went into the bathroom until he returned. He couldn' t take this long, so he figured it out so he wouldn' t go to the bathroom anymore. Besides trying to knock him down. He didn ' t care that his mother was angry at any punishment they put on him. It was better than continuing to bear that spirit that would runr used night after night, but his fear grew when he realized that he could not lay down the tree. It was with an ax in hand and, as much as he tried, he couldn' t even crack it, let alone make it loose. His last choice was to go with his mother and beg him for something. They did it according to what he asked for. His mother spoke to a church father to sprinkle holy water around that tree. Although as a precaution, my grandfather never went out to the bathroom again at night because he didn' t want to meet him. Again he made the decision to get away from that tree. Even when he married and continued in that house

50:52 because of his parents' inheritance, he gave him to knock down that tree, but thought that maybe if he knocked him down, he would make something bad wake up. Maybe the tree contained that spirit. Or at least it ' s what he believes, because while he' s there, that child doesn' t move. Just observe it has come to see it other times, though not daily, and these apparitions intensify in rainy times. The reason frankly doesn' t know it, but he' s learned to live with it. And even when my grandfather saw him, he told me he wasn ' t afraid or immuted. But that' s true. It' s strictly forbidden to approach this one after he' s just told me the story.

51:52 I remembered what I had experienced that day when I was a child. The boy who had spoken to me was the same one my grandfather saw I believed in his story. And now that ten years have passed of this, my grandfather is no longer with us. The tree is still there, but by chance it' s intact. It' s as if in this one time doesn' t pass, as if somehow something preserves it. I don ' t know how long that tree lasts or who' s gonna knock it down. All I know is that I' ll take my grandfather' s advice and stay away from this one. I hope you liked my story.

52:45 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 like this, but the vast majority from 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 that, if he hadn' t realized time, might have ended up in a tragedy. Your story is next hello good night. My name is Milan Hernández. Then I' ll tell you about my grandfather' s experience. This happened to him at his ranch when he, like every weekend afternoon, will usually go out to play with his friends, a very normal activity if you take into account that these are children that

54:16 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 youngest boy who was joining them, they called the sheep to the other one who followed the pylon and to another claudius ironically Claudius was not his name, if they didn' t call him that for the cartoons and then, my grandfather, as I said the sheep, was the smallest of all. He was nine years old.

55:13 Sometimes more children got together, 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 in which they came up with the wonderful idea of playing a well- known game. The hiding places. One was going to count while others were going to hide?

56:02 A game that I think we all know, 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. He says there was a bed, a very worn mattress and the base of a also rotten wooden bed.

56:57 He researched below this window furniture still but very finished, as well as chairs and tables. He was already 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 to the one called the hairy sheep, very thin and short. It was the lowest of all, being the least note like this one runs away, escapes from his sight and immediately so in a wooden door, closing. My grandfather ran right away and it didn' t take long. He hit a closet, an old wooden closet.

58:13 So completely finished the termites the water had made this wardrobe 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 out of there and don' t get too strong in there,' cause the closet looks like it' s rotting. Maybe the base rots and you fall out of there don' t get too confident. But no one comes out. My grandfather waits for a few briefs, seconds, some, ten or fifteen and repeats it in this time, erases salt from there already I found that you do not hear but what he hears from the inside is the sound of a crying, a very faint cry, coming, sure from a small child. My grandfather' s worried right now he knocks 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. Maybe he' d been bitten by an animal.

59:31 Maybe he was sad or maybe he didn' t want to tell. He was a little crazy. To tell you the truth, as he explains, even my grandfather tells 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, Although it seems rotten, despite being even rusty, the handle and the pirilla does not manage to 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 that their parents would not like them to get wet at all. The parents of the past were very strict in this area. When my grandfather went and looked up, there were his three friends, the sheep, Claudio and the pylon. The three had hidden in the same place, but on an antenna that was only a few meters ahead,

1:01:02 no one had hidden in that house because, in his own words, it looked like you were going up to 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. The floor, along with the Mario gun, fell to the first floor and that closet, that little closet, was completely shredded. The doors flew out. The wood fell all over the floor.

1:02:14 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.

1:02:58 He says this one fell apart just a couple of months later. A lot happens by coincidence. By coincidence we have saved ourselves or seen things that even for other eyes or for most people could be extraordinary sometimes unexplained facts, as amazing happen in front of one and one. He did not even realize that, just as this grandfather happened to him, that, because of the hours, because of the day, he had to be delayed and with his horse, who was riding on that distant road of the village, he found that a burial was taking place in the cemetery. Little did he know that what he was seeing would really be paranormal, that souls can still interact with us and that he lived it that night. But he just didn' t notice this. Your story is next hello. My name is Anabel Martinez.

1:04:10 I greet the entire audience of the crypt and also the narrator. On this occasion I want to share with you my paranormal experience, which most of all is my grandfather' s experience rest in peace. He told us this story one weekend when we went to his house. My grandfather is one of those ranch people, he' s very stubborn and he' s always liked his life so lonely. You will see at that time when this happened to him, he lived absolutely only my grandmother. By this time all his children, including my father, who was also his son, had passed away. They were already married and everyone had taken their course. Of course they were watching him, but they had lives in other cities families jobs, so they could come see him from time to time and from time to time. I am talking about months and also calling him every three days, every two days, and that old man was alone in his house and even though my father told him to come and live with us, since we were his closest relatives.

1:05:25 He never wanted to have animals, to work, thousand pas to work, he had a huge house with different rooms for his children who were now empty, but he liked to live like this. Every weekend we went with him so he wouldn' t feel alone. And it was on these weekends that one afternoon at night, on Saturday we were outside his house roasting the OTEs, when he suddenly got serious and told me, my sister, my father and my mother that he had a story to tell us that had just happened to him days ago. Passe Turns out he' s not sure, but it was maybe a Sunday or a Monday day, he was already about to return when on that note he' s missing cattle. To be more specific, a pig and a eraser. He gets on his horse. I was on my way looking for them, as the corral where I had them had fallen some woods and probably these animals had gone out there. He' s got them retired with some boys who help him keep an eye on them, but they haven' t come yet. My grandfather spent hours searching for them until the boys arrived and helped him too. This delayed him so much that he was returning home later, but at night on his way to the house,

1:06:55 he has to pass through the municipal cemetery, a cemetery that is far from the village and other localities or houses. He too, when he was passing by, notes that there are many people inside the cemetery. The cemetery is like downhill, the road is on high ground, so at a certain distance, maybe a few ten meters between the cemetery fence and the road, you can perfectly see the whole cemetery from above or almost everything, and you see that there are many people surrounded in the same place and what he thinks good, because they are surely burying someone My grandfather knows very well. It ' s a lot, but a lot of respect for what you keep quiet about. He keeps walking with his horse until he realizes something else, and there are two silhouettes between the tombs. Playing games draws his attention. This turns and sees and realizes that they are children and these children he recognizes immediately.

1:08:14 These are two twin brothers belonging to a lady named Florence. The children, when they see him, call him a don hiera, a donjera and start waving at him with their hands. As I say. My grandfather knows that burials, funerals are times when one has to keep quiet out of respect for the person who just died and the relatives, so in a very low tone, he says goodbye boys he knew them. It was strange to him that Florence had taken them to a funeral, considering that these children were only seven years old. My grandfather is still on his way, but he can ' t live to think who had died. In the nearby town, everyone knew each other equally. It is not strange to him that they have not told him, for he is very secretive. My grandfather' s house, which gives a few miles away from the village, so Neighbors has not even relatively close. He lives alone, absolutely alone in a radius of land.

1:09:27 In front of his house. There is only the road, so the days pass and on one occasion, when he came back this time in time, still with the sun on his side, he decides to stop with the graveyard keeper, to whom he was the son of a friend of his greets him and greets them. They start talking and my grandfather, in all the talk, asks him listen and you don' t know who died. I think she' s related to Florence, since the kids who were out there wouldn ' t have been her husband. And my grandfather deduces this clearly, because the children were there and he must have been a close relative so that Doña Florence would have decided to take them to the cemetery. This boy guarding the cemetery tells him how he said he saw the children of Doña Florence. My grandfather says yes, I saw them playing between the graves. This boy looks at him in amazement and tells him to see a doughnut that can' t be because the burial of those two children was on that very day. Doña Florencia was here, but burying her two children, there was an accident in the village and those two children lost their lives. Doña Florencia was inconsolable as

1:10:58 she entered the cemetery. You could hear her screams They were her only two children and her husband too were completely destroyed. My grandfather at the time tells you how not to. I saw the twins there and the non- donor boy repeats. Those kids were the same ones we buried. My grandfather at the moment doesn' t believe the words the boy is saying to him, so my grandfather tells him to give me a chance to enter the cemetery. I want to see it with my own eyes. The boy says yes and they both come in. The two walk through these tombstones and meet those two tombs that, in effect, had the same names as those children, the years of life and the photographs on both tombstones. My grandfather, without realizing it, greeted him innocently that night on horseback, completely ignoring that those two children were saying the last goodbye to him as good friends they were, since my grandfather, although he did not go much to the village, every time he went and saw them playing with them. They were two children who were very loving and without knowing it, my grandfather said goodbye to them at their

1:12:30 funeral. The following video is a story written by me based on a legend that is told in the north of the country. In the state of a new lion about the devil at nights near Holy Week, that is, at the death of Christ, holding parties in certain places and that, if you have very bad luck, you can meet him. This story was one of the first to go up to the Canal, but he doubted that any of you would know it because of its limited reach. I decided to bring it back because, as one of my first videos, the audio, along with my voice, does not turn out to be quite as pleasant, especially if right now some of you would like to hear it, you would notice a huge difference. So this story has been being like an improved version of the previous one. I hope you enjoy it in cryptomaniacs, as it is one of the stories that I liked writing the most, so let' s just start with the story. I was riding on a dirt road outside the ranch.

1:14:00 I had gone to visit a relative who lived in a nearby ejido, but the talk got out of hand and I ended up leaving later than I had thought. It was almost evening when I could see a storm approaching. It was just a matter of seeing the sky and feeling the strong, cold wind blowing. It was at that moment that I rushed my horse to be faster, because I didn' t know how strong that storm could come, and I still needed to cross a saw that had been scattered several times with the rains and strong winds of October. It was all speeding as far as half the way. I was stopped by cattle made up of cows and bulls.

1:14:42 These animals completely obstructed the passage. I tried to cross several times, but with every attempt I made, these animals were more aggressive, I was thrown over and they wanted to corn the horse all. At the same time. My horse was old and I didn' t want to expose him to a wound like that. I would have used my gun to scare them away, but I forgot. In my house I turned back a bit to think about what I could do, as the situation was not at all favorable, but suddenly a woman' s voice made me turn around. It was a young and very beautiful girl who was calling me this told me that the cattle belonged to her father and that those cows were very wild that it was better not to get near me something in a hurry. I asked her if it would take her father a long time to come and move them out of the way so I could cross her. He replied that that day his father was in the capital and that the cattle had escaped in the morning and that, to my misfortune, the only one he listened to was his father. The storm was approaching. I could already feel the slight draughts of rain falling for this time. I' m done, I was willing to try it one more time, but the girl stopped me. He told me that it would be of no use if I didn' t try, as I would surely end up with a serious wound and much worse than at the beginning, that

1:16:15 what would be better would be for us to cover ourselves with the approaching storm, for and yet I managed to cross. The cattle had delayed me so much that it was almost a fact that the storm would catch up with me. And we should also add the fact that practically the night was going to fall in a few minutes. She told me that her family had a house near the place and that she could offer me an inn that night. All this by way of compensation because your cattle didn' t allow me to get to my ranch. I accepted, for it looked like a girl, very decent, well- dressed and educated. I assumed her family was just like her, a family with good manners. She got on her horse and I followed her and I no longer knew when the rain used when in the distance I could see the huge house. No doubt that family was of high status.

1:17:10 We placed the horses in the stables and entered the house that, to my surprise, inside this was a party, a lot of people in suit and damas, in dress, accompanied by music. One thing that I was curious about was that, outside of this one, there was no parked car or cart. I took one of the wines they offered me and sat on an armchair. This chair was very comfortable, it should be noted on the edge that I was even getting sleepy sitting there when in the distance I could see a man coming closer. He was tall with white complexion and something good - looking. He sat next to me on the couch and asked me if I was enjoying the party, to which I replied. But of course, yes, it' s very nice. The atmosphere and the people are very friendly. Of course, without saying the house is beautiful. The stranger began to look at the whole house with his eyes as he told me the following.

1:18:15 Yeah, I really like this house. That' s why I decided to party here. Then you own this house. I asked her for tonight if she' s mine and everything inside this one too I didn' t know very well what she meant by one night, so I only answered her with a smile and then we continued the conversation. Excuse me, Mr Guillermo. Your name is William. It' s not like that. I nodded somewhat bewilderedly, for in remembering even the girl I had brought in I had told her my name. You' re a man of faith. Of course I do go to Mass as often as I can, but I don' t carry any cross or image with me. Right. The truth is, I' m not religious, but I' ve never been attached to that kind of thing. I can tell that then it is, Don Guillermo, you believe that evil is a matter of fiction, not just as I believe witchcraft and other things are more for people susceptible of mind. In part you are right, but I also want you to pay attention to your day- to- day life, you will see that, even though everything points to

1:19:45 a bad decision, you are so foolish that you don' t even see it coming with that calculating and methodical brain you claim to have. But what do you mean? Sir, all I' m saying is that cattle from cows in the middle of a dirt road at the foot of the mountain range is very convenient for stopping a cowboy. If you start thinking around here, there' s no location. Also, a beautiful girl who goes alone and invites him to a house where he will be welcomed all night. That sounds kind of weird or really good. To be true, you don' t believe it. And just as so abruptly came the guy also left, he got up and walked away without saying anything. A chill ran all over my body. I started to feel bad, like everything was going around in this time. I started listening to cow wets also sounds like hoofs in the crowd.

1:20:45 People' s laughter was pretty weird. It was like he was with animals. It was at this point that I turned to see my glass of wine. What I was drinking wasn' t wine. This thing was red, but with lumps as if it were spoiled milk. I could no longer endure the disgust and vomited on the floor, something I regret having done, for having my head down I could see the feet of the guests, which were not the feet of a human, but were hooves like cows. I got up from the furniture and ran to the nearest door I found. For my bad luck, it was a closet in which I found the skins of the cows and the bulls that had blocked my way. They were hanging on the hooks as if these things were clothes, although they looked rather like costumes, bizarre costumes from which blood was shed. Without a doubt, it was more than clear to me that they were real piles, some of them were hanging, while others were stacked on the floor. She panicked, came out of the closet and ran full speed to the exit. All this while listening to tassels and cow sounds. When I looked up, I could see that all the guests had been horned out and when they laughed, a long tongue

1:22:21 came out of their mouths. This tongue was so long that it even fell to his throat. I went out of bed and ran in the middle of the storm until I could get my horse. I rode in a hurry until I got to the ranch. When I arrived my family told me that I was pale and that I didn' t look good at all, so they started giving me several remedies for this they swept me and other things by the time I got back to my speech, I told my brother- in- law everything about what had happened to me that night. He told me that on that road there was no inn or house with the characteristics that I indicated to him, but rather there was an ancient church in ruins where previously black masses and sacrifices were practiced. For that of the eighties I have sworn, so that remains of my life not to go through that road again now, every time I have to leave the ranch, I prefer to do it along the road, although this afternoon I do not want to meet that inn much less in storm. I' m not going to be having a party again.

1:23:51 This time I have another experience to tell. I' m pretty sure you' ll remember the stories of my grandfather, who I shared a lot on this channel with Mounted Police. Recently, one of my aunts shared with me an experience that happened to her by my grandfather during those years, of which I had not heard. I found it extremely interesting, so I decided to share them with you on this occasion. It is said that my grandfather for those years had a friend whose name was Julio Olivares. He was a well- known man in the village, though rather called the hunter of Fortuna. The reason was easy to explain. Julio was a man who told you the story at that time, at just thirty years old and at that age he had already had two different wives with a lot of wealth, that is, they were older ladies at his age and with many lands and businesses in their names to no one. It was a surprise that Julio sought them for his fortune, for it is said that he was a good- looking man and with the gift of the word, so he easily made them fall at his feet And, above all, these two women with whom he was with were widows, which made it even easier. What was strange was that, when she married the first, only two years later, the woman died due to a heart attack. That woman was about fifty- sixty years old.

1:25:17 He says they issued, but luckily or very conveniently, all his inheritance had been left to Julio. Because of this he began to joke about how he had taken care of the lady to leave all the money and that sort of thing. Deep down, everyone thought it was a simple coincidence, but only this man spent a single year until he was seen in the company of another widow in the village, in the same way, with many lands and much power. It quickly became known that the two had an affair, but on this occasion it resulted in a scandal greater than the past affair, for life was between seventy and five to eighty years of age. They married very quickly after a year and the following year the woman died and likewise, surprising the whole town and part of the woman' s family. In the will he had left him almost all his possessions and lands, thus increasing Julio' s wealth. However, in the village several stories and gossips began to spread around the man, some ridiculous and others not so much, but the one that was most said in the village was that he had been responsible for the deaths of his wives so as to keep the fortune of both. Obviously, after keeping both fortunes, Julio was the most wealthy man in the village and probably also in the region. He went on with his affairs, with other girls,

1:26:54 but none of them came seriously with him, because it was said that marrying Julio was how to sign your death sentence. All this came to the ears of Julio himself, who, perhaps for being depressed in that, began to dig deeper and deeper into his home. To the degree that he only went out for the groceries and checked one after another business, and so he held on. He and my grandfather during adolescence were very good friends, so as time passed, my grandfather decided to visit him. And this is where your story begins. It turns out that my grandfather, the day after his work, made the decision to go visit Julio at his house, which was outside the village, since he owned his own estate and this was huge.

1:27:40 It took my grandfather a few minutes for him to get out and he even thought he had moved, as no one would answer him back until Julio finally left. He says he was in a very bad state. It was evident that he did not maintain his personal hygiene or anything at first behaved something reserved, but as the conversation progressed, Julio revealed something to my grandfather, and it is that Julio said to see his wives outside the farm, whenever he tried to get out he saw them. They followed him wherever he went in the village, making it consistent that leaving the estate became basically psychological torture.

1:28:21 No one could see them alone. This had become quite clear to him when he had a panic attack in the middle of the market. My grandfather at that time was young, he was in his twenties and he was not superstitious at all so he initially thought that his friend was losing his sanity. But I still didn' t want to leave him alone so he tried to visit him at least twice a week. It should be noted that every time my grandfather went to Julio' s house he never entered. All his conversations took place outside in the courtyard. With every passing day, Julio was increasingly emaciated.

1:29:04 My grandfather tried to talk to him many times to get help, but he never got it. And among all those times he visited him, he once asked him what exactly had happened to his widows and also what he thought of the rumors that were said in his village. Even though my grandfather thought that this would result in a moment to mock the nonsense that was said in the village, this did not turn out as he thought, as Julio remained silent and began to tremble. He told her he had enough punishment with his wives to talk about what was said in the village. Every time my grandfather touched on that subject, Julio tried to evade it somehow and when he insisted on it he got upset. That' s when, little by little, my grandfather stopped mentioning it. But this didn' t last long, as one afternoon my grandfather was arriving at Julio' s house and he realized that there were many people and even colleagues from the police department. As he approached and asked what had happened, he was told that Julio had died. My grandfather at first could not believe it, for only two days before he had visited him, although his appearance, as I said earlier, was very alarming.

1:30:24 My grandfather never thought I was going to die. But this was not the worst of what my grandfather found out, but the worst came after learning the facts about how the July corpse had been discovered. It turns out that in the morning his caretaker, the head of the employees who managed his lands and businesses in which he traded, went to visit him, because he had about a month of not showing up with his workers, so the payment dates were close and he had gone for the money. When he arrived and called, no one answered him, so he looked out of one of the windows and decided to open it. In doing so, the smell of the plague was introduced through his nose that even made him vomit. The smell was the product of Julio' s body, which rested inertly on the floor of his room. When he was taken out, the diagnosis was given. The body was inadvanced state of decomposition, as it was with three and a half weeks in that state within the house. Julio had died almost a month at home and no one had noticed. My grandfather. Knowing this, for obvious reasons, he began to be frightened and upset, remembering very well that he had spoken to him just two days ago. During that day he couldn' t think of anything other than his friend. But unfortunately, it had to do with the obligation to go back to that house. And it is that the

1:31:57 property had not been left with a owner, since there was no will this time, so the mounted police had to take care of the July properties until they knew what was going to be done. Unfortunately, for my father, he had to go and watch the estate, where he tried to visit his friend in the same place where he had died. It wasn' t an easy task, but he decided to give priority to his work than to anything else, so he went to watch the estate in the company of another policeman during the night. At the beginning of the night he spent it in the company of his companion, but for obvious reasons he had to be watched taking a tour of the different ends of the estate and for that they had to be separated. My grandfather did the same in his designated place, but, however, he could not help but look at that house, perhaps out of fear or melancholy, but he could not stop doing so. In one of those many times that he looked towards that house, he saw that from inside it was someone watching him and once his eyes got used to the light and the blackness of the night, he could see it was Julio. From one of his windows on his face, sadness prevailed as if he were inside his own house without the right to eternal rest. This is explained by my grandfather.

1:33:21 The next day. My grandfather decided that, for his own good, it would be best to change places, so it was no longer that farm that left him with his life. However, he never stopped thinking about what had happened to him by his friend and why he was still inside the house, why he did not rest. My grandfather believed and to this day he still believes that what was said in the village, perhaps in a mocking or exaggerated way, perhaps it was true, Perhaps his friend' s ambition was much that he did not mind staining his hands with trying to get what he wanted. Or my aunt tells me that one night my grandfather told her that maybe God would punish the greedy by locking them in their luxurious homes surrounded by all their things. For who knows how long I hope this story has been of sogradation and it is always a pleasure to share it in our experiences.

1:34:32 The next experience I want to tell you anyway comes from my grandfather in his riding cop days. This happens a few years before you retire. At that time, he was one of the oldest and most experienced of the station, so they almost always came to him when something was out of control, because he had been in so many situations that he knew how to react to almost all that afternoon. It was this very reason that made him live this experience. He was even on his day off, when a policeman did not fight came home. He was a boy of barely twenty, with whom my grandfather had developed a very good friendship, his name was Victor and he was very attached to my grandfather. When he arrived, he was very alarmed. He took my grandfather out of his house to tell him, since he didn' t want anyone to know. In doing so, he tried to calm down and told him in a very low tone that in self- defense he had detonated the weapon against someone. My grandfather says he believed him right away, as he was practically shaking. He was missing three bullets when he checked his revolver. My grandfather took his horse and accompanied Victor as far as he was supposed to have left that person along the way. Victor told him that this person was a woman who was taking the horseback riding near the stream that surrounds a huge well in which several families were going to draw water. He says

1:36:04 the woman was turning her back towards the well, so he thought he was pulling water out of it, so he continued his way. Because of the darkness of the night. Not all after a time when the woman was not alone, but she had a child by her side, which she held from one of her shoulders and put into the well abruptly as she wept, Victor drew the gun and told her to leave it. The woman turned and looked at him. He says that his eyes were white and only a few seconds passed before the woman let go of the child and that he fell to the victor' s bottom by not knowing how to react to what was happening, closed his eyes and detonated the weapon. Three times later he opened them and at that moment he took a surprise, because I didn' t see the body. Terror seized him and ran out to tell my grandfather when they reached the pit. Similarly, as much as they searched for the body, they didn' t find it until my grandfather decided to use his lamp and peek into the moat. When he did, he discovered that the woman' s body was inside it. Floating couldn' t leave her in that place.

1:37:23 They had to take it out and see what could be done. My grandfather relates that they went for a rioata, which is the rope with which they hold the horses and cows. When they returned to remove the body, they realized that it was no longer found. The well was empty desperate, believing that someone had taken it out. They began to search the surroundings and nearby roads, but when they returned to the well they took another surprise, as the woman was now standing on one side of the well watching them once they appeared as if she were waiting for them. My grandfather stopped right away and Victor followed him. They both looked at the woman and my grandfather relates that right away. He knew it was the crybaby. It wasn' t the first time I saw these people, so he told Victor to leave that thing wasn' t a woman, but a spectre. But at that moment the woman began to cry, to cry in a heartbreaking way. Another reason to leave that place immediately, as the crybaby is said to drag people to drown them, either in a river or, as in this case, in a well. The two of them turned around with their horses and left the place all galloping as they kept listening to the cry of what my grandfather says was

1:38:54 the cry.