RELATOS ATERRADORES DE CEMENTERIOS / HICIERON BRUJERIA EN EL PANTEON / L.C.E.

0:09 Hi Alex and the entire audience of the haunted crypt. This is my story I want to share with you. My name is Sergio Bustamante and this experience happened to me and my two friends, to those two childhood friends with whom I spent many adventures. I also lived certain emotions, certain experiences with them that I will briefly discuss with them. I had two friends, one of whom called Christian and the other Luis. Luis was one of those people who really liked terror. It was a person you could even say weird. He liked everything about terror witchcraft and also rituals, both to invoke and only to pass fear. And, if that were not enough, his aunt and mother were also engaged in reading the letters and doing certain witchcraft work, so Louis was very easy to achieve certain things that were related to it. His mother had in possession three tables daughters who, according to him, had been touched by great sorcerers of catemacus and also by other witches of aguacalientes, so we could say that those tables daughters were not normal. Those boards guaranteed you to

1:46 make contact with someone. I did it, Christian. We were followers of terror in fact to date, but Luis was the most hardcore of all. We perform different rituals. There, at home we even played the daughter, not once but several times, so we lost her fear. I have to make it clear that, although I never touched, the daughter was always present when the two of them were playing him. I liked to be a spectator, even in most games. But on a certain occasion, on a certain weekend, when both my mother and Cristia' s mother and Luis' mother were not going to be home, we made the decision to play the daughter in a cemetery. After all, I wasn' t going to see anyone rushing us. We had had this idea of playing the daughter in a cemetery for a long time, but on the day that was on the schedule we could, let' s say she wasn' t feeling as much excitement as at night, and in the night obviously our mothers were on the lookout, so we couldn' t do it. But it seemed that day was our lucky day. So we agreed Luis brought his huija board and we went into the cemetery. This cemetery wasn' t full yet. It was a graveyard

3:22 in fact, very empty. There were certain places that already owned it. It was a small and new cemetery, but it already had some tombstones. We at the time were fifteen years old, so we got beer and cigarettes as well. We couldn' t let anyone see us. Luckily, this cemetery still didn' t count on caretaker, so that was another extra point in our favor. We arrived and what Luis told us at least for safety, is that we played the board, but that the swear we were in the pasillos, between the tombs. We weren' t supposed to play on the pebble above them, that is, on the tombstones more than anything to not tempt much luck. That night we made two contacts, Christian and Luis only as always observing, but there was nothing special, nothing that we had not lived before, so after being there for a while, they closed the session and we started drinking beer and smoking, obviously well hidden there in a tree that people did not see us. The three of us were talking and in a certain time, Luis was quiet, he took the sharp board and in front of the tree on one side there was a tombstone. Luis put

4:55 the board there and he started playing alone and I immediately asked Luis not that we didn' t get to play on the tombstones and he without much caution. He told me ay, it' s okay. I think it doesn ' t matter. You saw that nothing happened. Right now, in a certain way I could hear the disappointment in his mouth in what Luis was playing. Me and Christian were talking when Luis tells us to listen, they' re pulling my oracle, but with a lot of force. I think I made contact with something and this is big. We quickly went and asked him what he was saying. Luis was the one who had the most experience in this and knew very well that he had to introduce himself first, but it seemed that this thing that was moving his oracle, he didn' t care about the formalities, he didn' t even care what Luis meant. He was just repeating one word. Every time Luis asked him something on the board.

6:05 The word was always drawn open to me and also bring me out. Those were the only answers he had. Luis asked him several times who you are, but this never answered until in that Christian is given to tell Luis he hears ask him if he is such a person. It' s the name of the person on the tombstone. I think you woke him up or something. Luis asked him about this name and that' s when the board said yes, but only that and he kept saying the same thing. Open me up. Me and Christian, to be honest, we thought that Luis was playing some kind of joke on us, since it was very characteristic of him, and this had never happened on a Christian daughter board, without paying much attention, he only warned us that he was going to smoke a little, but outside the cemetery. Similarly, the entrance is not that it was very withdrawn. It was about a few meters. Christian came out and in a corner lit the cigarette and lost sight of us. I went on with Luis. Luis, even though he was doing his best to get some different answer on the table, only responds to the same thing. Open me up

7:41 after certain minutes of being there and when Luis is already a little fed up and also a little scared, as he explains many times that what he was pulling, what he was directing the oracle was doing with a lot of force. This time it wasn' t his subconscious something genuinely was pulling that piece of wood. Luis tried to leave, but he couldn' t by now. I also thought it was a joke, because this had never happened. Luis always managed to close the session and on that occasion I couldn' t believe this was a joke. Or more than anything, I wanted to believe it was a joke. I got up and asked Luis I was playing and he said no, he wasn' t playing and he wanted to leave.

8:37 When in that we see Cristian approaching from between the tombs, but in a different direction, not the direction of the entrance of the cemetery, with his head down, walking directly towards us. He squats and puts his fingers directly into the oracle next to Luis. Luis immediately tells her what you' re doing. You know that can' t be done. You can' t put your fingers on once the session' s started, what are you doing, Christian? Christian just said I want to play too. Christian came something strange, alex His presence was not like that of other times. His smell was different, not unpleasant, but it was not Christian' s characteristic smell of his lotion or something like the smell that Christin had at the time.

9:46 I attribute it as very floral, as flowers, as herbs, a somewhat strange smell. Once Christian was back with him, I made the decision to leave because to make you, Cin Luis was very scared and this same fear had infected me in a certain way. I already wanted to get out of the cemetery, but I couldn' t leave him alone, at least now that I was there. Christian could go out and wait for them outside, so I told them I was going to wait outside for them to finish the session and get them out immediately. When on that, almost arriving at the entrance of the cemetery, I see that his Christian cigarette is almost finished.

10:37 Christian was barely getting in and he asked me what happened. They' re done as soon as I' m back. I turn to Alex and see Luis playing with someone else, someone else completely different, with his head down just like that, he couldn' t see his face. At that moment, I thought of all the muscles. My body barely answered, but the one there was my friend. I had to go for it as I could and in a time that became eternal, as I was walking almost trembling all over my body, I came to Luis I took him by the shoulders and pulled him slowly to let go of the board. He turned around and noticed in his gaze that he was already scared and asked me what you were doing.

11:41 I can' t close the session like this, what are you doing. I only said to her in the ear because she didn' t want me to hear that thing. That being who was in front of us, I murmured in the ear, Louis, that unwritten one. Without turning our eyes, we both got up that strange person didn' t say a word. He just kept playing with the huija. Me and Luis were turning around and almost like the two of us were in the same situation where our body couldn' t react to run, to scream. We walked slowly, but we didn' t even walk normally, like anyone else, we walked very slowly, but still. We reached the door of the Cemetery. We arrived with Christian and this one, seeing our appearance, asked us what happened, why they came like this, we couldn' t say a single word.

12:52 We went to my house. Luckily, it was my grandmother who was there. She quickly saw us and cured us with horror, gave us a tea, swept us away, gave us sugar more than anything and told her what had happened. Obviously, other than I got the scolding of my life. That' s enough for the three of us to flirt with the paranormal again. While all three of us, now grown- ups, still like terror. We don' t play any of those things anymore. The experience we had was enough to satisfy all our curiosity about the paranormal or the alex.

14:01 My name is Gibrán Montoya. This next story belongs to my grandfather. My grandfather earlier, many years ago, was already a gravedigger and was a keeper of the village cemetery. He took care of the tombstones for many years and, in his own words, he says that it was the witches that gave him the most trouble. But eye not those witches who become birds or animals. He says he never saw that. Him. Rather it speaks of the ladies who do witchcraft the pantheon. While it is a holy place, because the church goes and sanctifies all the ground, it is virtually impossible for them to use that place to do witchcraft. But, on the other hand, the land of pantal and the bodies were the ones that went the most.

15:05 Many times my grandfather told me that he had found ladies sneaking into the cemetery, ladies about forty- fifty years old, who were not even from that village or that ejido, who came from very remote ejidos to get pantheon land and why not. Also things from some body or bones of some body dug them up. My grandfather had a responsibility to take care of the cemetery during the night, although of course we could say that this was not a responsibility as such, since if something was lost or they did this kind of thing, because they did not draw his attention, because he knew that sometimes he could not defend himself. I had nothing to defend myself against thieves or even these ladies, but my grandfather, as long as I used to slap them, would obviously run them and take away everything they wore. He wouldn' t let her take anything. He was a very religious man and had a lot of respect for the pantheon. Also once already clarifying this, it happened that one afternoon a lady and her three children, who were very attached to the village, were very attached to the church, were triplets, were the same age sixteen. They were good to the whole town. In fact,

16:41 almost everyone liked them, very hard- working, very studious too. But sadly, fate had nothing to do with them. Well, they had gone. A quinceañera had been at the dance and between him had been so well two other 18- year- old boys who were children of a family that, say, was dedicated to organized crime. His father, his mother, they were all colluded with that, so these eighteen- year- olds were already bringing in guns and they were always bragging about it. They always walked from now on, doing what they wanted, especially in the village. These two boys began following and harassing a girl, a girl of about fifteen sixteen years of age. The three brothers saw this outside the quinceñera and obviously, they three wanted to act in defense of that little girl. But according to witnesses, they saw that these two brothers, those carrying guns without hesitation and the liquor they had taken and the arrogance they always took, took out the revolvers and shot those three brothers. The triplets died that night at only sixteen

18:22 years of age. The mother was not married, rather she was a widow. Her husband had just left five years ago and now her only three children had also left the village. The news spread and, obviously, if it is more to say that that people, those two arrogant boys now disliked it flatly, they couldn' t stand it, but they couldn' t say anything to alex because, although now Mexico is very bad in terms of security. Before it was worse, if you said something to them or dared to touch them, you could disappear, since the father was also high and very heavy. Despite the fact that the mother was the police, she had no evidence with which to proceed with those children. The people who had seen everything turned back, as they did not want to end up like those three boys to the family that were very afraid of it, so that woman simply had to settle for burying her three children in the company of almost all the people, knowing that they could do nothing, at least to avenge their deaths.

19:48 Time passed and my grandfather kept looking after that cemetery, when he suddenly noticed that there was a strange smell in the air. The identified one immediately goes into the night lighting up with his torch and sees that one of the tombs, which did not yet have tombstones, was kind of moved, like someone had digged into one of the tombs of the triplets who were buried consecutively next to each other. He starts digging and notes that the sand is loose, something he shouldn' t be there, because he' s been there for three days now, he should have stressed a little. Curiosity begins to drill his mind and begins to dig. Indeed, someone had digged and opened.

20:44 The coffin wasn' t that hard, it was a very simple wooden coffin. The mother didn' t have much money. My grandfather got angry as he had escaped. Whoever had been was no longer there buried again, gave some prayers, asked the body for forgiveness and asked God for forgiveness for leaving a person to desecrate the Holy Field. He went on his way and went on like every normal night, but the next night he found the same thing. This time they had desecrated the brother' s grave in the middle of the same thing, the loose sand and the open coffin had not closed it.

21:33 Well, my grandfather obviously got angry no longer there was a tomb of the three brothers that had not been desecrated, and he made the decision to stand near there, even if he was lying between the earth so that he would not see it. But he was going to keep an eye on that grave all night. I knew who was coming, as it was those tombs. Mostly because I had a friendship with those. Three boys had liked him very well and he could not tolerate the fact that they might be doing witchcraft at the expense of their bodies. What a surprise my grandfather took when he saw that the one who was desecrating the graves was his own mother. My grandfather went with her and asked her, obviously, what Alex is doing This mother was taking things from the children' s bodies, a finger, a hand. Obviously, the smell was unpleasant, but she didn' t seem to care. She with tears in her eyes told my grandfather that everyone had turned their backs on her, that no one was going to do anything that she had no more left. For living so that he had decided to take justice into his own hands, at least in what he knew, and he

23:07 asked my grandfather a favor, almost begging him with his hands held on his chest, to let her desecrate one more grave, not only that of his son, but also that of a relative, of that family, of those who were criminals who were also buried in that cemetery. I think it was grandpa or uncle. I' m not so sure.“ My grandfather initially refused,” he said,“ hey, I am not going to help you for this, but the mother, with tears in her eyes, asking her to put herself in her place, told him and repeated to him over and over again that she was only going to take a part of that corpse that no one was going to notice and that besides, soon all this would end up having nothing to live for and that her house was very lonely” He practically told her he didn' t have much time left to be on this earth. My grandfather said yes. With much shame he admits it.

24:15 He let that lady desecrate that tomb, it cost him work, since he had to do it from below the tomb, that is, a few meters behind it, because this has a large and concrete tombstone, they were people who dedicated themselves to an organized crime, so his tombstone was full of materials, of paintings of flowers. If you ask me, something very hypocritical because of all the evil that family had done and that all the members were only spreading fear. The lady did what she had to do and my grandfather left.

24:57 The next night. He hoped the lady wouldn' t show up. Similarly, she stood in those tombs waiting for her to face her, but this lady did not appear again. In fact, he disappeared for two weeks. It wasn' t seen in the village again until the news came. Turns out they found her. They had found her at home. She herself had taken her life and because of the smell of her nauseating body it was that the neighbors realized it in the same way. The wake was carried out and, as her last wish to write it on a sheet on the table, she was buried with her children. My grandfather was confused, although the pain might have been more than enough, for that poor mother to have taken her life, what she was doing with the bodies. Their answer would come just two days later, when one by one, those heartless eighteen- year - olds who had killed the triplets died one day after another in strange traffic accidents. Only they lost their lives in those accidents. Similarly, my grandfather

26:33 carried out the burial only to ask himself, and even today, that perhaps that death of that mother who herself took her own life, was not out of despair, not out of powerlessness or sadness. Maybe it was because of something dark, maybe a very powerful witchcraft that claimed the life of whoever was doing the job to take the two lives of those boys. The price paid by who knows, but my grandfather is sure of this. That woman made them so powerful a witchcraft that she herself took revenge for the passing away of her three children. Hey, maniac crypt. This next story wasn' t sent to me. This next story is more of a personal experience than,

28:03 although it didn' t happen to me, I know very closely the person it affected is a friend of mine and, in fact, I didn' t remember this story, but until I talked to this person And there, between conversation and talk, he came out again and obviously, knowing that I have this page on YouTube, he asked me to share it. It happens that a few years ago I had my group of friends and this group of friends had the idea of going to work in other states, obviously taken from other companies. These jobs are very well paid, but even more paid for the extra time you work. Obviously, as they say, they didn' t know anyone. It was a completely foreign city. They knew certain places like billiard bars that they were going to hang out with, but their main reason for being there was work, it was to make the most of it, so they stayed the overtime, they stayed as long as they could, even in schedules of more than twelve hours, obviously very well paid, but despite the long schedules, despite how demanding and heavy the work was. That

29:41 didn' t stop them for maybe a few three or four days in all the months they were there, going out for a walk in the city, going out for a few beers, going out to play pool. After all, they had to relax a bit and in one of these sa was that this experience occurred. They were leaving work. It was about 2: 00 in the morning at that time. Although there are taxis, they don' t really abound. There are cars too, but there are very few flatbuses. There' s nothing and I don' t agree. Even with this, one of my friends had the wonderful idea of going to a restaurant and having a few beers. The other two followed him, as they were also in the mood and after being there a few minutes went back to the hotel, but they had to wait for a taxi at that time. They don ' t have this explanation. As ubero didi, they were barely taking control of those applications and it was not available in all states, so they were a stop in front of a cemetery. They were at the stop, obviously behind their backs was the door of the cemetery, obviously closed to chain and lock, and once they were there chatting, playing jokes, they heard the

31:19 voice of a man calling from behind. My three friends turned around and saw that there was a man inside the cemetery, inside the gate, posing his two hands outside this recharged. They both looked at him to see if they were talking to them and the old man, very delicately and even with a face of good friends. As they say, he signaled them with his hand that my friends would come. Obviously, there had been some three beers, four and they were already a little not drunk, but although cheerful relieved, so they went with the old man. They arrived, presented themselves, greeted him, and the old man, of very but very good character, very friendly, asked them for a cigarette. They assumed it was the keeper of the cemetery, so, kindly, they gave him one among the talks.

32:29 One of my friends asks him what, what his name is and what he was doing in the cemetery. This friend remembers that he did not answer the second, but that the first I do tell him that his name was Joseph followed by all his name, which my friend asked me to keep anonymous. They went on with the talk. My friend who recounts this experience, the one who lived it more closely at the time brought a watch which had the bracelet, from which he grabs the broken wrist, so that the watch almost always dropped a breakdown due to the work had been hooked with a machine and because the clock had been detached, it had broken. I had some repair, of course, it was just the bra, but my friend hadn' t fixed it. The master told him what a beautiful watch you have and my friend, as I explained, was light, there was something going, yes, and Ebrio gave the watch to that man to see and he did not return it. To remove he forgot that he had it when the taxi arrived that one of them three stopped him quickly got in, as they had waited a long time and did not want to lose him, saying goodbye to that gentleman so quickly and getting the three of them in the car. My

34:00 friends say they didn' t notice the clock until the next morning, that one gets up. You already know dehydrated and hungry looking to see what time it is and at that moment remember that the clock had been kept by that old man who still assumed at that time that he was the keeper of the cemetery. They thought they looked at the Antions very good people. Surely, if we go and ask him, he' ll give it to us. This would have to wait until the other day, as they had to go to work and leave in the afternoon. So, at seven o' clock in the afternoon they went on with their work and when they left they turned away and went back to the cemetery. Earlier this time, the cemetery door was open and they met another completely different person. This time he was a gentleman of about forty years. My years friends asked him to hear me apologize.

35:02 We' re looking for Mr Joseph. You know him, he' s a keeper here from the cemetery, but that person who did identify himself as the keeper of the cemetery told them that he didn' t know him and that he was more ay no Joseph worked than the cemetery during the night, at least at that entrance, he didn' t stay with keeper he stayed in the other one there was a keeper. His name was not Joseph and he was someone who came from a private security and stood on the other side of the other entrance and was a young person, he was not an old man. My friends were a little surprised. They couldn' t process who that old man was. They were confused. So the next night they decided to go again. But this time, at the same time they had gone out, possibly that old man did work there, but they were covering it up Maybe he wanted to steal their watch, as it was an expensive watch. What' s more, that' s why my friend urged so much again to get it. It was an expensive watch. They came to the entrance and, as much as they screamed, they went up to the bar, even to look over them, but they saw no one and just as they were leaving the crypt maniacs and this they tell me was real.

36:37 In front of the camelón, the one who separates the roads, there was a cross on this cross. Something shone above this one, something that was glowing. The road was very well lit and it is for this very reason by the lights of the road that was illuminated more and more shining. The so- called clock was on top of the cross. My friends passed quickly, as it was two and a half in the morning, almost three and there weren' t so many cars. In fact, it was the same clock with the same malfunction as my friend' s. He doesn' t know if he just showed up. He doesn' t know if he was there all day. Something difficult, as many people travel there. It was as if someone was waiting precisely for the moment when the three of them were in front of the cemetery to put the clock on and see it. What gave my friends chills was that they read the name of the cross who had lost his life there. Obviously, these crosses are placed when a fatal accident occurs and the person loses his life on the road, these crosses are rushed.

38:05 The name of the cross was the same name as that old man. Apparently, after all, I wasn' t the keeper of the cemetery Hi, Alex. My name is Eduardo Gomez. I have time to listen to your stories and on this occasion I would like to share mine. It' s a little weird to say what my story is, because it didn' t really happen to me, but they told me. You see, I am a watchman and despite the fact that in this company that I am at that time I was in another one, but practically throughout my life I have dedicated myself to being a security guard during the night and, as I tell you, I have been placed in different places, in different places, some very far away, others very close. And maybe, for my good luck, nothing good has ever happened to me, nothing out of the ordinary during the night, at most I have seen some shadows to hear strange noises, but there was an occasion when I and four other comrades were put to care for a cellar. This warehouse had very precious items, so they occupied five guards. Pass it turns out that this winery was in a village, to

39:39 the case an hour away from where I lived. Because of the distance, the payment was very good and practically, to be honest, we did nothing during the night. But this winery, apart from staying in a village, the real macabre thing we could say, is that it was in front of a cemetery. This cemetery was small. It was planned to be larger, but due to government, municipality and other construction companies, construction was stopped and ended up being a small cemetery. A small cemetery that was very much fought over. The places there were very expensive and also very fought by people, because it gives the coincidence that this cemetery is exactly behind the back of a church which is very devout to a saint and it has been said that in this church several miracles happen so to speak, so this cemetery is very precious.

40:49 We could say for people who want to get to heaven, because they believe that when they are buried here, the road is going to be easier, not them, they are the beliefs they have. The important thing here and once already giving you context of everything, is that in this work, during the night I met the caretaker of that cemetery, it was called Angel and was a lord already of some eighty- seven years. Time seemed to have billed him, moved with a cane and, to be honest, had a face of few friends. I was working there before I talked to him, like a few three or four months? And during those three or four months, before starting any conversation with him, my colleagues and I saw at about three o' clock in the morning, he would always leave the cemetery and stay there. He often stood there while having a cup of coffee.

41:57 Other times you would walk one end and then walk back to the other end and so you would pass it, going from one side to the other. It caught our attention, as it seemed that he was not going to do anything, in particular, just pass the time. But the funny thing is this alex thing that always came out at 3: 00 in the morning. As time passed. We had a conversation with him, I told you he had a few friends, but once you met him. He' s a very tender, very cheerful person. In fact, he told us that he didn' t need to be working, only that he doesn' t like being in the house, likes to be working and that he knew very well that he didn' t have many years left. He already had his place there in the cemetery, had already paid for it and somehow very dark.

42:53 Perhaps for some he was acclimatizing, as he told us, by the time he would arrive at that place, that they would not take it by surprise. His children had a lot of money and even went after him and were going to leave him. But he' s one of those old fools. You can' t make him come to his senses. So to speak. He wanted to work and so it was done, after already having confidence with him. I asked him subtly for a year already working there and I told him, Don Angel. I noticed something about you and it is that always at three in the morning, when we are here smoking, you always leave the cemetery and even before we became friends, why Don Angel did it.

43:50 At the time, he got serious. He looked at the five of us that at the time the five of us were smoking in the street keeping him company, we were on a break, so to speak. I remember it was three forty at the time. He told us to look guys. It ' s possible that this thing I tell you is going to make it hard for you to believe it, but I' ve been working in this cemetery for about three years and since the night I came here my first night I was running I heard the screams of a woman. These screams are heard desperate, they sound like the poor woman is suffering, but you listen to them inside the cemetery many times and countless nights. At first, I was at least looking for where these screams came from. Eye, the screams are heard, but only if you are inside the cemetery, they are like choking screams only noticeable to the people who are inside it. One night I followed him and I could see where the screams came from. They came from a grave.

45:12 At the time, I was scared. I am not going to tell you lies, but the next day early I went to investigate that tomb belonged to a woman, a woman who had died at the young age of twenty - two doing the calculations on the dates. Obviously, this gave me a chill. After investigating a little with other people, with the police, I was told that this woman had been brought from another locality. She was not a woman of this town, not even of the contiguous city, but they said that that woman had been taken from her by drowning, she was well suffocated, she had probably been strangled by some criminal, some thief or, if not worse. But every night, about three o' clock in the morning, I hear that scream coming from that grave and that' s why I decide to go out and call me crazy, but I don' t like tormenting myself by staying inside the cemetery once I' ve finished telling us this. Perhaps some of you who are listening to the story will believe that this was a tale of terror or perhaps a story to scare us. But believe me the way that old man told us the story, the eyes he

46:46 gave us every expression he made. I had no doubt he wasn' t lying to us. Don Angel continued to work in that cemetery until after a couple of months he stopped talking to other people. We learned that Don Angel had become more delicate in health, so the doctor forbade him to be revealing and obviously forbade him from having long hours of work. So, he didn ' t do anything, so he started taking more care of his health and stayed home doing gardening at least. But this story doesn' t end here.

47:36 Don Angel' s post was now vacant. They needed a graveyard keeper. And I tell you that if in case ten fifteen were few who marched through that cemetery, every two or three days and even the night, the carers would leave the grave and not return. Only two or three days was the maximum they could stand. You didn' t know why. They all resigned only did not want to return until the cemetery itself hired a private security company and set up a booth, a mobile booth, which they then made permanent. But outside the cemetery, the guard in question had to surround the cemetery and take care of it, but only from the outside, not from the inside. All maintenance work was done during the day, none during the night. We, as watchmen at that time, knew in truth why those carers did not return and why the surveillance was done from outside. Surely those cries of that wandering soul are still heard or the community of the crypt.

49:17 I want to tell you my experience. You' ll see. I am already an older person and this experience happened to me when I was just educating my older son. Back in the 1980s, I had a lot of jobs. Apart from the livestock, the maquilas, I also had a job of keeping and keeping a cemetery. Weekends. As you know, at that time, one, as a father, cared why his son, at an early age, knew what work was. We taught them how to earn bread day by day. Obviously, nothing about exploiting it. We only take him to work and teach them to do certain trades. It was up to me to take care of the cemetery during the night, on Saturday and Sunday and during the day. If I had to do something, I would do it, either in the morning or on the afternoon of those same two days. It turns out that Saturday I had to do some things. Nothing in the other world was just general cleaning, so I decided to take my son. I remember at that time he was twelve years old. He knew how to blow.

50:37 He knew how to do general cleaning. I also knew about livestock, so I thought I' d take it too to give him his money. We started with work and everything was going very well. There was nothing out of the ordinary. We started by snooping around picking up the trash. In fact, the other boy, who also looked after the cemetery. During the day he was accompanying us to the cemetery until 1: 00 p m. On the weekend. It was kept closed to this to do the cleaning work, so at the time it was the three of us who were the only ones in that cemetery. There was no one else. The door was locked.

51:25 The fence was big, no one could jump it, so I had a lot of confidence. I would let my son go away, do what he had to do and come back, so when we finished I told him look. We' re done. If you want, I' ll get some rest. We were in full sun and in the cemetery there were only some trees on which one could take shade. My son was sweating, he was red in his face, so he said yes, he was going to get some rest. The minutes went by and I entertained myself by talking to the other guy. We were talking about the work, the unfinished business, and the notion of time went away. I think it would have been a few forty minutes, fifty minutes, and I realized that I didn' t see my son and didn' t listen to him anywhere. I started screaming, screaming by his name for my son to come all his childhood and adolescence.

52:30 He was a very obedient child. If I yelled at him to come, he would, but that day, even with the sunlight on my side, I couldn' t see him. I was looking at the pools, screaming for him, but he wouldn' t answer me. It doesn' t matter where I look. I didn' t see anyone' s trees, those big cement chapels they put up. There was no one there either. I asked the boy who was guarding the cemetery if, please, he would help me find my son, and he obviously told me yes, we started looking for him, but we didn' t find him. Ten minutes went by, fifteen minutes tops, and it was that both he and I started hearing something. They were screams, but screams of fun, they were voices of children. It wasn' t just one, it was about three out of four. They were listening to kids' dives laughing like they were playing. But the strange thing and what caused a lot of fear at the time was that it was heard between the graves. It' s hard to believe, but I want you to put yourself in my shoes. It was as if you heard the laugh of a child, but that you turned around and there was nothing and you would keep listening to it, but now on the other side and now in front and then in the back to see everywhere

54:01 and just see crosses, see tombstones, not see anyone. This obviously made me more desperate and both the boy and I were afraid, but also impatient stressed. We needed to find my son. We knew very well that no one had gotten involved and we knew better still that my son at that age could not climb the fence nor could he open the gate. It was still about twenty more minutes of searching like crazy until finally, just as he fleetingly disappeared he appeared among the graves. My son came running, but running happily.

54:44 He was happy, he had a face like he' d been playing for a long time. I went to him and the first thing I did was to hug him and then I scolded him I told him that where he had gone, that I was looking for him desperate, that why he hadn ' t answered me that where my son had gone, already with a calmer face told me sorry my dad didn' t listen to you. I was playing with some kids. They found me in the tree and we started playing they walk here in the cemetery too, but they tell me they live here. I was asking them about their parents, because they were alone, but they kept telling me that they lived here. I think you' ve got to figure out how I got on. After hearing this. Obviously, both the other guy and me started to scare us. And it is well said that children do not lie. Sometimes they are so innocent that they tell the truth without measuring. If this was hard to believe, I asked him where he had been taken and he told me that nowhere was he playing with them here in the cemetery, that they had not gone out to end that day I gathered my tools, I said goodbye to that companion, since in the night I had to introduce myself to look after the cemetery. The whole night shift. I took my son home and left him there not without asking him

56:14 right when we were leaving the cemetery. I asked him, hey, son, those kids who tell me where they were playing. We were playing all over the cemetery, but those two kids were sitting there and pointing out the specific place where those two kids were sitting. That same night I arrived at the cemetery and headed to that place. In the distance, I saw two statues that gradually, as I approached, took the form of angels, some cherubims in place where those two children sat were two tombs. The two tombs to read the names and to read the dates were two children, one eight years old and the other nine years old. And as if this were not enough, the two children, seeing the surnames, had been brothers, I withdrew from the place. After seeing this, and even though my son continued to take him to different jobs in which I worked, as I said earlier, maquila cattle, I did not take him back to the cemetery. I was afraid maybe he' d disappear again, maybe again these kids would take him back and this time he wouldn' t come back. Even though I

57:46 was a keeper of that cemetery for other good years, I never heard the laughter of any child among the tombstones again was only that time and it is that perhaps the children, those children who enter the cemetery like my son, perhaps draw the attention of spirits who still do not leave in that place. Perhaps there are spirits who stay in the cemetery for a while and are struck by the energy carried by the children. Because I' ll be able to tell you alex and crypt community that stories like my son' s are so many there are. By chance, children, when they enter the cemetery, can also see and interact with things that we, as adults, cannot see.