SOY SEPULTURERO Y POR LAS NOCHES LOS DIFUNTOS ME HABLAN / RELATOS DE CEMENTERIOS Y FUNERALES (NUEVOS Y RECOP) MARATON

0:00 This next story comes from an undertaker, who lived an experience, we might say, very interesting. In his work he had to act as a graveyard keeper as well and as on so many occasions he began to see certain things, strange, certain things that for him already exceeded what was usual. He tells us there were strange things in voice cemeteries. Some shadows are normal, but seeing them so often. That is when it becomes strange, because, far from being a place where we give peace to our faithful deceased, it is also a place where they give their last farewell, that is, they do not stay there, so this gravedigger became strange to see something that stayed, to see something that he kept his gaze fixed with him night after night.

1:07 He was not prepared to know the truth and to see that on that occasion, while there was something paranormal, there was also something criminal, which he found out when he was digging the earth. The story is the following hello Alex Greetings to the whole Community from Montevideo. The story I want to share with you comes from a friend who was told by an undertaker. This person is already a big person and his name is Javier. I' m just going to share his name, since this man is not aware that we ' re going to share his experience and the truth is that my friend has already lost contact with him. This man, as I said before, was already an older man and he was one of those people from before who spend decades in the same job in different cemeteries. Sure, but the story I ' m going to tell you happened in a big cemetery. Javier says it was the largest cemetery he had ever worked on here in Uruguay. This cemetery had a characteristic and it was that it had like lomas, like you climbed up. The terrain was not completely flat, so the crosses, the tombstones in the background looked taller than the ones in front. They also had trees, vegetation, flowers. And for Javier' s bad luck. At that

2:37 time, the Government was not very interested in the subject of the cemetery. This one was not yet full and was still, we could say under construction some certain details that this one had around him, so they only had it to him. As a caretaker at night and as an undertaker when they were held sepul during the day, He had to be there and he also had to take care of the cemetery all night, so it is to be expected that he at night was tired and unable to rest very well, he had to fall asleep for certain hours during the night, some hours in which everything was calm. He would get up about 4: 30 or 5 in the morning and start giving the rondin for the cemetery. He tells us that by working so many years in cemeteries, you get used to certain things, maybe to seeing shadows, to hearing voices, but in time you get used to it and also Javier takes away that myth, that idea that we have every night happens. According to Javier, this happens every time someone is buried or, perhaps, every time he notices it, because not every night he saw shadows or heard voices, so for him it was his common. Maybe see something from the corner of the eye, maybe hear his name. He did not pay attention to this and continued to do his work. This might be

4:11 considered surprising, but over time, one gets used to things that could even be terrifying for another. But Javier explains to us that one night he began to see a shadow that was seen there in the distance, in a hill of the cemetery, in the background, where the tombs looked higher under a tree. There was that shadow. It was a very easily perceptible shadow. He didn' t look very good who he was, but you could see he was a standing man watching him. Javier sees it maybe for a few moments, for a few seconds. It quickly changes the look. What Javier expects is that when he sees that entity again, that shadow, it seems, like most cases he had had. But he' s very surprised when he turns and sees her and she' s still there. This man is still standing there watching him. This was something that had never happened to him, so Javier starts walking towards that tree. Perhaps you will believe that great courage is needed for this to go, walking directly into a shadow you see far away. Well, Javier was one of his old men who preferred to confront him head- on rather than turn their backs on him. Besides, because he thought there was a possibility that he might be a man, maybe

5:42 someone who had gone into the cemetery and his superstitions wouldn' t make him play with his life. How about that man was waiting for him to go back to sleep to commit something, to steal something, or maybe to steal it from him. He kept walking, but as this cemetery I explained earlier, it was in the form of a hill. There were tombstones covering his path, that is, his sight, and between the road, this shadow disappeared. When Javier arrived there, no one was there anymore. He spent maybe an hour searching all over the place, but he didn' t find anyone. So he catalogued this as perhaps a soul that could not rest in peace, which was still wandering the paths of the cemetery. Javier thought of nothing other than going for holy water and throwing him to that place where he had seen him standing in that shadow. Maybe that way I' d get a break, but this didn' t happen. The next night, he again observed that strange shadow. This time he saw her through the window of his surveillance booth, he was watching him from a distance. Javier goes out with his lamp to light this time he was not going to allow that person, maybe he was playing a joke, or he wanted to bother him, to escape, since on the road he gave before he gave him perfectly the

7:13 distance and the minutes necessary to leave the cemetery. Sure, if this person. It was someone agile and could climb the fence, but when the lamp used it this shadow dematerialized as soon as the light passed over it there was nothing disappearing, so Javier caught at that moment that it was not about any person, at least one of flesh and bone, but of a soul that was standing there. Who knows why, but he was there and so continued that shadow standing there, the shadow of a man seeing him every night.

7:58 Javier tells us that this was the most terrifying expression in his whole life, because he felt that look like going on purpose, like he wanted to get Javier' s attention for something, but he didn' t know why until after a few months and so he dealt with this shadow and with that look every night for two full months, until one day he received a call. There was someone new to bury and the relatives went to see the ground and they chose a place just below that tree, the same place where this entity went and stood and watched Javier all night as he was a graver, had to be given the job of making the whole hole so that the next day the burial would take place. Javier, that' s why, out of the four tails in the afternoon, started with the shovel to pull the dirt out. First he takes you out, then the earth, then the wettest earth, the stones, and in that he finds that there is a foul smell, there is a very marked smell. In fact, he, when he begins to dig notes something strange and is that the earth is loose, it is not hard, as he had felt so many times, because to

9:28 dig a hole of those dimensions requires much effort, it requires even more helpers. The helpers still did not arrive and he almost completely, had already finished the hole, something that could not be explained. The earth seemed to have been moved, the pullout seemed to have been put on it only and its surprise staggered when it began to smell this smell, this foul smell that over time and from taking away the l realized what it was. There was a man buried in the same place, his body was already decaying. Obviously, this was not a man who had been buried by order of his family.

10:16 There was no tombstone, no cross. Moreover, this man was only buried with sand, had no taboo had nothing. He gave the report on this. The cops came and passed. Turns out that man had been reported missing months ago and had never been found, in case you' re wondering. Indeed, that shadow was of the same body, in the same way as the body of that man. Apparently, in one way or another, this man, from the hereafter told j or tried to get his attention to find his body, to be given Christian burial and now he did rest in peace.

11:11 It can be seen that those who buried him there were very smart people, because they would never look for someone' s body in a cemetery. Holy fields like cemeteries are held as some places where you can see some energy. Not for nothing. We have seen many videos where urban explorers and even terror channels go and get into those kinds of places to record to see if they can catch anything. Most cases do not know anything beyond certain noises, certain shadows. It' s funny because when you look for something, you hardly find it the opposite of people who claim to have lived something paranormal in the cemetery. They say they weren' t looking for anything, that it just happened just like it happened to this girl. Her grandfather was an undertaker and she begged her to accompany her to her work. If she had known what was going to happen what that dense fog would cover all the graves completely, she would have said she would have preferred to stay at home. The

12:41 story is as follows. My name is Christian Zaragoza. My experience is as follows. It happened to me when I was a kid. I was a person who, while my grandfather was alive, was very attached to him. As a child, my parents worked, so my grandparents' house was my home all my childhood. My grandfather also worked, but he arrived earlier than my parents and spent a lot of time with him, some three hours a day. My grandmother, on the other hand, was the one who spent the most time with them and because I was with them almost all day since I came from school, I got so cold with them so much so I liked to accompany them wherever I wanted, that they were my grandmother, for example, to go to the market my grandfather, to accompany him to his work or some chambitas that he had. My grandfather was also an undertaker and sometimes took me with him to the cemetery on the weekend. Although many people are afraid of the cemetery, he, from a very young age, did not instill this fear in me. He told me that rather the cemetery was a place where we' re all going to rest forever. It' s

14:13 just a resting place. I accompanied him to do various gardening work. I loved helping him, spending time with him and for many years alex nothing bad. It happened to me, though there' s always a first time for everything. There was a Saturday day when my mother was going to arrive at about seven o' clock at night, and my father on that day said about eight and a half or nine, so Saturday, like so many other days, was at my grandparents' house. That' s where my grandfather comes out and wants to leave me with an aunt. At that time, for bad luck, Granny was ill- healthed and was hospitalized, so there was no one to leave me with. My grandfather wanted to leave me with an aunt for only a few hours. He had to go to the cemetery, because he had to make holes, because soon that afternoon a burial was to take place. But I loved my grandfather so much and wanted to spend so much time with him. That I begged him to please let me go with him, that I wanted to be with him one way or another.

15:31 I managed to convince him, but as soon as we got to the cemetery. He began to get very nervous, as this cemetery was in front of a lagoon. The lagoon behind its back was somewhat removed. But they will know that in those days of rain and cold, sometimes there is fog and the fog is much thicker. When water was found nearby, there was a very thick fog. You couldn' t see a few yards away. I start paying attention and he gets nervous, like something' s bothering him and he didn' t know what to do with me. He had a cabin, a small two- room cabin and a bathroom in which he watched and sometimes stayed there throughout the burial. My grandfather was going to leave me there almost most of the time when he was going to go into the cemetery a lot, he chose better to leave me in here and he would come and go. In a few minutes, the cemetery was closed. He had the keys and despite this, even though I thought it was a day like a current, like everyone else, my grandfather didn' t decide whether to leave me or take me with him. At the end of the day, or with him he gave me one of those games before they popularly call them tetris,

17:06 which have several games and you play with quadritos. He gave it to me and told me to entertain myself. With this I will dig the hole and for a good time, I found myself playing while all that fog surrounded us. But sooner or later, you end up looking up and I started seeing people. He could not see their faces, but he could see part of their garments, their shadows. More than anything, walking in the fog. First I saw one, then two, then three, then there were quite a few. They were among the tombs walking from one direction to the other. What I' m saying to my grandfather is that the people who came to the grave had already arrived. My grandfather doesn' t pay attention to me, he doesn' t even look around. He just tells me he keeps playing. Keep playing. Don' t look at something strange.

18:08 Even though he was small. There were certain things that didn' t fit. I listened very well to the steps that someone made in the cemetery, that is, there was earth stones, dry branches, so the sound of the steps had to be very perceptible. And despite this, I saw many people were morning and there was absolute silence. I couldn' t hear those people' s footsteps. Even some of them would pass within meters of me and they wouldn' t listen to the steps. I saw how they walked, but it was as if they were doing it in complete silence. Another very but very strange thing is that, even though there were enough people, not listening to their steps and above all, not even listening to a voice was too strange. They weren' t talking, they weren' t communicating.

19:11 It was like they ignored each other. By this time I approached my grandfather and was there very close to him. The capture immediately who was already afraid, rushed quickly to finish the two graves that was going to be took me in his arms and covered me with a breech. He asked me You ' re cold We' re leaving. I said yes. As soon as he held me in his arms, he covered me with the brim. With his hand he put my head on his shoulder and pulled me out of the cemetery. Years passed and I never forgot this experience. I didn' t ask him anything, but when I was a teenager and my grandfather didn' t work there anymore, I had a doubt. I asked Grandpa, why that day, when there was fog in the cemetery, you took me with you, why you didn' t leave me in the box. He answered me very slowly and calmly. I didn' t know how you' d react if you left yourself there alone. Maybe you were going to live on something I would have regretted. I know you were scared of what you saw, but it was much better to have you with me than to leave you alone. I don' t know what would have happened. If you'

20:41 d seen that and you' d find yourself alone in the box, I kind of got it. He says he didn' t know there was going to be fog. I believe that the fog in the cemeteries Alex serves to see things, things we don' t see in the naked eye and I think that far from obstructing our sight in one of these places, they let us see what really dwells in these holy fields, we don' t delve into the subject anymore. We both knew that what we had seen that time were not living people. Some people believe that those who do not rest are those in which they are not given a Christian burial or, at the very least, are given a type of ceremony. Different religions have their different kinds of ceremonies, and this we have had since the beginnings of humanity, with different societies, whether Vikings, Romans, Christians, Catholics. Some decide to cremate the body, others decide to bury it, others decide to throw it into the sea. But all of that always included in a farewell ceremony.

22:08 Different cultures say that in how the body ends, it does not affect how the soul goes. Some say they reincarnate, others who are in heaven, others who rest. But the important thing is the ceremony, because the ceremony puts an end to your life here on earth. That' s why they say that people who don' t have this ceremony, don' t get to rest still continue from one side to the other totally lost. Those who are still in pain are those whose body has not yet been laid off.

22:52 And this is precisely what this story is all about. A body that hadn ' t been fired. They were still tormenting these gravediggers. The story is next hello. I greet everyone. My name is David and I want to talk to you about an experience that happened to me a couple of years ago. At the time I was seventeen, so getting a job was difficult, at least a serious job, a job that gave you benefits and a well - paid pay, not an excellent pay, but at least a pay that would allow you to survive. Day after day, me and my friend were looking for a job and what we found were part- time jobs. We were so desperate we even went to a cemetery. The gravedigger there occupied staff, but only one one is the hours. We started to do calculations with a job that we already had part time and this one, because we got good money, so we got to work. We arrived on the first day.

24:15 We help him with a burial, even up to that, and we also have to help him keep an eye on the cemetery. In the last hours of closing there no one stayed. He closed the cemetery and no one stayed to take care of it. Only our job was to give about two rondines three when much to the whole cemetery before closing it and tell the people who were out there that they had to go out also to see that no one stayed or left certain things, certain artifacts that people do in cemeteries, such as witchcraft, dolls and strange things. This is the cemetery of a town, so you' ll imagine they use it a lot for that.

25:07 On a certain day what I want to tell you came a young man was about three years older than us, this guy who was walking around in his twenties bringing something. He explained to us that it was something I had to leave to a grave. Recently I remember burying that person with whom this boy was coming had built him a small chapel. Within this chapel had been left different things mostly, pink chains, some valuable things, but mostly floral arrangements.

25:48 This boy was carrying a bag and he was carrying a copy of the lock key in that chapel, so we didn' t think badly. We thought maybe he was a relative, maybe some nephew, some son or a close friend, so we let him go. This boy opened and left that bag inside this tomb, inside the chapel, closed it again, threw the padlock and left the cemetery. Of course, there was nothing strange about it, but when we started making the rondines at night, the nightmare began, as every time we passed through that tomb. We heard someone talking to us like he was babbling and also like he was laughing. We heard it clearly.

26:48 The first time I heard it, I was completely alone, so I panicked. I left immediately with my partner, with my friend, and I didn' t mention anything, because maybe my subconscious had played a terrible joke on me. But my friend, who also had to be Rondin, also heard this. He heard laughter coming from that tomb near that night no one mentioned anything. We thought this would only stay in it until next night we heard laughter coming back from that tomb and also as a person babbling. This was repeated every night every time we approached until we inevitably told each other and it turns out that we had both experienced the terror of hearing it so much.

27:52 So we told the gravedigger. We told him in which tomb and exactly at what height we heard. Those laughs accompanied us and even though we thought that perhaps at that time we would not listen to her. If we listened to it this time in a lower way, it was as if we were at a distance, we listened to it loudly, as if the laughter was laughing or speaking out loud. But as we approached this one was decreasing until we arrived in front of that tomb. The gravedigger said that this had never happened, he tried to check everywhere, but the laughter was now quiet.

28:45 We didn' t hear anything anymore. We went back to the square and there we were all three thinking what was going on. We all had something paranormal in our minds, until we remembered that boy who had arrived, that boy who had put the bag in that tomb all of a sudden, the three of us started to make a theory, a theory that was pretty consistent for sure. That boy was one of those heavy boys who liked to make jokes, he was one of those young people who had no respect for the deceased, not even his family or perhaps friends, who took the opportunity to come and leave us in that bag of insurance some horn, a little horn and gave us those laughs, those voices on purpose to scare us. There were many young people of that age and more boys who liked to do that kind of p- heavy pranks. So we came to that conclusion. The next day, in the afternoon, when the three of us were there, we took out all the people this time on an earlier schedule and went to

30:18 that tomb. Luckily, all the locks they had there. We had a copy of this in case there was a mishap and we had to act, because sometimes they leave candles lit inside the chapel and if they leave some blankets clothes or leaves with prayers or photographs, they can be burned. That' s why we got to the grave, opened it, took out that bag and surely started opening it. There were several calculated as about three, three plastic bags wrapped and the last one was like some kind of leather, a very tough bag that we had to untangle. We couldn' t break it when we opened it. A fetid smell, a very but very disgusting smell impressed us. We dropped the bag and no horn came out of it.

31:27 What came out were bones, human bones. It was not entirely a body, but if it was the parts of one, I remember very well that the skull came out of this rolling up to the sole of my shoe, bones like that of the leg, the ribs, the laughter came from there they were, but only that we very scared, the three of us gathered the bones and put them back into the bag. But this time the gravedigger didn' t put them inside the grave. He took them that same night, ordered the cemetery and went and threw them into a nearby river. The most surprising thing of all is that, after this, the laughter the voices stopped ringing. Those bones were the ones laughing at the next story. I found her on a web forum. Therefore, it is not an experience that I have been sent, but many in this forum claim that it is true.

32:50 They say it happened to an undertaker here in Latin America. Some other versions, instead of a marriage, say he was only a father. But what really matters to us here is the outcome. You believe that when you lose your life, especially in an unnatural way, you see it in an unnatural way, as illness, as old, in such a sudden way as a shot or an accident. Many theorize that for these last two reasons that I said people do not understand that they are no longer alive, because they did not live a duel, they did not feel leaving, they did not say goodbye. Therefore, those who lose their lives in these types of accidents, in these kinds of circumstances there is still some time, whether weeks or months. In this world, despite their funeral, they still behave as if they were alive. That gravedigger says that there was a couple who had a custom, a sad habit of going to the cemetery and it was this same pain of going to the cemetery. Which ended his life. The creepy thing is that they kept keeping their promise, even from the afterlife. The story

34:22 is the following, the following, cryptomaniacs, it is a story that comes from the web and, because it is a story that comes from the Internet. You can lend a lot to the imagination. This may not be real, but many people say it is completely true and that the gravedigger who happened to him was so surprised that it was one of the factors that made him quit that job. The story begins as follows. This gravedigger, apart from offering the service to bury the deceased, was also a keeper of the cemetery some days and one of those many evenings in which he was called to bury a deceased. He was surprised that he was not an elderly person, he was, in fact, a small person, he was a child. Sometimes cases occur and it is very sad to bury a child, although it is sad to bury a father, even when he is ninety years old and all his sons surround him. At least these kids are already big, they already have family. Many times grandchildren are the ones who are there crying the most, but at least for grandparents, for these people who died, either because

35:54 of an illness or because of the same old age, you have that comfort, who lived a long time that they enjoyed adolescence, adulthood, having children, having grandchildren, marrying compared to a child, a nine- year- old child what experiences he might have And I think that' s why the burials of children are more painful for many people, especially for parents, who often idealize their child when he' s already big, when he' s older. Sadly, it was the occasion. Those two parents were completely destroyed crying at the same time was their only child. The burial ended and the guests, as well as the parents, even though they stayed a long time, were the last to leave. But the next day, or rather the following night, that gravedigger was called the Night Guard, a guard that is very heavy, at least for the hours of the morning. It was late past midnight. He was even having dinner when suddenly they knock on the cemetery door and call her a man and a woman. The moment he comes out and sees them straight ahead and gets closer and closer, he begins to familiarise

37:30 their faces. They became known to him and quickly recognized them were the parents of that child who the day before had gone to bury him. It was evident that they were still having a hard time and these two parents, almost begging him, asked him to please open the door, as they wanted to go and leave some things to the grave of the child. They brought toys, some new ones, probably some toys that this child never met and never opened. The gravedigger waited for them at the exit. As they went and left all this they stayed longer. Obviously, one is empathetic in these kinds of situations. This gravedigger says he didn' t push them, he didn ' t even go for them. It was logical that, maybe they wanted to stay an hour or two next to their son' s grave, so he got into the booth and kept on having dinner. After about two and a half hours, these people came out. Finally, the gravedigger sent them away, and so it remained that night. The next night, this was repeated and also the next and the next. These parents had caught a routine of going to visit their son' s grave every night until one night they

39:07 did so extremely late. It was about two o' clock in the morning when they arrived the gravedigger. He opened the door and let them in, asking them, please, to leave as soon as possible, as it was too late for the marriage. They said yes, they just wanted to see him, say a few prayers and leave immediately. The minutes passed after an hour passed and in those hours of the morning, even for a person who is awake or who is forced to work at night, they are very heavy.

39:52 At three and a half in the morning, Inevitably, that gravedigger fell asleep when he woke up was already at five and a half he got up and what he had never done was to the grave of the child. He started looking for people, but he didn' t find them anywhere. The marriage was gone. This doesn' t make him weird. The previous nights, he had opened the door for them and, as he knew they were going out, he only rolled up the chain. He didn' t put the lock on him, so he thinks that maybe these people didn' t want to bother him. They just unwrapped the chain, went out and rolled it up again. This could easily be explained, so it didn' t give much thought to the matter. But the strange thing happened that as the days passed, this went on repeating. Those people arrived later and the gravedigger fell into a dream that he could not control. When people woke up they were no longer there, he would no longer fire them. I only saw them come in anymore never come out. This was repeated about three days and the third the last time he saw them was that morning. In the morning

41:27 they' d go burying two bodies, two coffins. He didn' t know who it was. He just told him to make the holes and would like all the preparations to send for the necessary help. Like the other mornings, he got up five and a half went to look for this marriage and found them nowhere. That same night they had arrived at 2 a m to see the grave of their son and likewise, they did not say goodbye to him. They just disappeared. His surprise was great When people began to arrive at the funeral home the coffins and just as everyone was saying goodbye to those two bodies, he realized that one belonged to the husband and another to the wife. The same people I had let in that early morning were now dressed in the same clothes they were in. Something very exaggerated that he never paid attention to, and that these people were well dressed. When they went to the cemetery to see their son, he never thought that that dress was going to be the same one they were going to bury them with. Both people ' s faces were extremely made up, but still they could see some scars, some cracks and were seeing them through a glass. And it is not

43:02 for anything else, but that their bodies were already emanating some plague, some pestilence, which is uncontrollable, since the bodies had been dead for about three days, even a few hours after the fourth day, the bodies took time to find them, because it is said that these two people do not know if it was an accident or maybe it was of their own free will. They left in their car, got out of the way and fell down a long ravine, thus losing their lives. Three days after his burial, the gravedigger resigned within a few weeks of knowing that he had opened the door three days in a row to two wandering souls who, even after their death, continued to fulfill that habit of going to their son' s grave. The cemeteries. The place I think everyone watching this video has a destiny. Once we leave this land, most of us are going to finish meters and meters underground. The so- called holy fields, these lands of eternal rest for souls and wear and tear of bodies, also have their caregivers and these caregivers

44:40 have interesting things to tell about this land, as we will see in this video. But first I want to ask you a question and I think if you like the subject of the paranormal, you know this. It is said that when Jesus died on that mountain, many of the people who were devoted years and years after this asked as a last wish to be buried as close to the field to that mountain where Jesus had been crucified in some way. They believed that, being closer to this place, they were going to exceed the sky faster. It was a thought they had and this not only goes back to this field there in Jerusalem, but also goes back to certain chapels where it is said that a saint came down and built a specific chapel.

45:38 So much so that people search will be buried in these places. She will be buried in these holy places believing that in that way, as I said before, they have secured the entrance of heaven everyone believes what they want to believe. But this next story goes hand in hand with this and I think you' re going to rethink us if it' s really the place where we' re buried. It matters so much, since, apparently, according to this story, despite the fact that this cemetery was very much fought, it was called by many inhabitants as a holy field indicated to be buried there, in order to depart to heaven. This story corroborates to us that there are souls in sorrow, souls who are still buried in this kind of places, simply not in eternal rest. The story is next hello 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

47:12 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 one occasion when I and four other companions were put to care for a cellar. This winery had very precious items, so they occupied five guards passe It turns out that this winery was in a village, to the case an hour away 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 issues of the government, the municipality and other builders, it stopped the construction and ended up being

48:45 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 was the coincidence that this graveyard is exactly behind the back of a church, which is very devoted to a saint and it has been said that in this church several miracles happen so to speak, so this cemetery is very precious. We could say for the people who want, then, to get to heaven, because they believe that, by being buried here, the road is going to be easier. I don' t know. They' re beliefs that they have what' s important 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 he 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 it as about three o' clock in the morning. He always left the cemetery and stayed there. He often stood there

50:21 while having a cup of coffee. Other times I would walk to one end and then I would walk to the other end, and so I 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 to pass the time. But the funny thing is this alex thing that always came out at about three o' clock in the morning, as time passed. We had a conversation with him. I told you I had a face of few friends, but once you know him, he' s a very tender, very cheerful person. In fact, one said 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. 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.

51:31 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 get him to reason, so to speak. He wanted to work and that' s how it was done. After I' ve already had 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 ' s always at 3: 00 in the morning, when we' re here smoking, you always leave the cemetery and even before we became friends.

52:14 Why he was doing it, Don Angel at the time got serious. He looked at the five of us who at the time the five of us were smoking there on 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 this thing I tell you is going to be done to you. Hard to believe, 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 sound desperate, they sound as if the poor woman is suffering.

53:02 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' re inside the cemetery, they' re like choking screams only perceptible to the people inside it. One night I followed him and I could see where the screams came from. They came from a grave. At the time, I was scared. I am not going to tell them lies, but the next day early I went to investigate that tomb I belonged to a woman, a woman who, doing the calculations on the dates, had died at the young age of twenty - two. 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 wasn' t a woman in this town, not even from the adjoining city, but they said that that woman had been taken from her by drowning, suffocated, probably strangled by some criminal, some thief or otherwise, it' s worse. But every night, about

54:37 three o' clock in the morning, I hear that scream coming from that grave and that' s why I decide to go out 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 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.

55:32 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. Don Angel' s post was now vacant. They needed a graveyard keeper and I tell them that if in case ten fifteen there were few who marched through that cemetery every two or three days and even the night the carers left the cemetery they would not return. Only two or three days was the maximum they could stand. It was not known why everyone was resigning only did not want to return until the cemetery itself hired a private security company and set up a booth, a mobile booth, which later made it permanent. But outside the cemetery. The guard in question had to surround the cemetery and take care of it, but only from the outside,

57:05 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 his cries from that wandering soul. They' re still heard. Many of those who see me are parents. Surely and as parents, who has not heard that when you have a male child or even a woman, you have to teach her where the money comes from. I think there are not a few parents who have ever led their child to work, maybe his others down, maybe to another job, maybe simply to a small job, to teach him more than anything like work, to learn how to value him or simply to get the boy to go around. This was done a long time ago. I think the people who grew up in the' 80s in the ' 90s all had this experience. His parents took them to the country to work from a very young age, from the age of nine to ten, and it is precisely in those years that this story happens. This man,

58:38 now a grandfather, remember this story he lived with his son, the day when, like many other parents, he took his son to learn the gardening work, the maintenance work, but a cemetery. The father worked on the weekend only in this cemetery. This father little knew what was going to happen to him in broad daylight in this cemetery, so it seemed that his son found some inhabitants of this same cemetery, who were not supposed to be there or the crypt community. 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 there. By the 1980s, I had a lot of jobs. In addition to the livestock, the maquilas, I also had a job of keeping and caring for the cemetery on weekends.

59:54 As you know, at that time, one as a father cared that his son, at an early age, knew what work was. We taught them how to earn bread day by day. Obviously, no overexploitation. We only take him to work and teach them to do certain trades. I had to take care of the cemetery during the night, on Saturday and Sunday and during the day if I had to do anything, either in the morning or in the afternoon of those same two days pass. 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, 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 guy who also looked after the cemetery. During the day he was accompanying us to the cemetery until 1: 00 p m. On the weekend, he kept closed to this to do the cleaning work, so at the time it was the

1:01:27 three of us who were the only ones who were stuck in that cemetery there was no one else. The door was locked. The fence was big, no one could jump it, so I had a lot of confidence. I ' d let my son go away to what he had to do and come back, so when we' re done I told him look, we' re done if you want and 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 rest. A little. 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. 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. No one saw

1:03:01 the 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 said yes. We started looking for him, but we couldn' 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 children' s voices, it wasn' t just one, they were 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.

1:03:55 It was like you heard a kid laugh but you turned around and there was nothing and you' d keep listening to it. But now on the other side and now across the street and then back to see everywhere 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 open the gate. It was still about twenty more minutes of searching like crazy, until finally, just as fleetingly, it fleetingly disappeared between the graves. My son came running, but running happily. 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 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 already gone with a calmer face, he said sorry. My dad didn' t hear you. I was playing with some kids. They found me in the tree and we started playing they walk here

1:05:28 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 have to guess how I got 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 ' re so innocent they tell the truth without measuring if it' s hard to believe. I asked him where they had taken him, and he told me that nowhere he was playing with them here in the cemetery, that they had not gone out. To put an end to that day, I gathered my tools, said goodbye to that companion, because at night I had to show up to look after the cemetery. The whole night shift. I took my son home and left him there not without asking him 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 he pointed 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 conformed I was approaching, They took the futa of some angels, some cherubs. The

1:07:02 place where those two children sat were two graves. The two tombs, reading the names and reading 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 retired from the place. After seeing this, and even though my son was still taking 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 that scared, maybe he' d disappear again. Maybe again, these kids will take him back and this time he won' t come back. Even though he was a keeper of that cemetery for other good years, I never heard the laughter of any child again. Between the tombstones. It was just that one time. And it is that perhaps the children, those children who enter the cemetery like my son, may draw the attention of spirits who still do not abandon 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

1:08:35 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. We' ve all had a bad job experience, but of course, if this adds up to you, you' ll be the keeper of a cemetery and especially at night. I think having a bad night in that kind of place is a lot to think about, since what could make you have a bad time or a bad night in a cemetery. No cameras to watch, no inventory to do. Just watch the graves at night, of course watch that no one gets in. But what if the intruder is already inside. The intruder you think, who' s hanging around, doesn' t come from outside, but comes from one of the graves. This story has as its protagonist two caregivers, who were totally confused by believing that the one and the other did their jobs normally, like any other night, they looked away, few knew that what they actually saw

1:10:06 was neither one nor the other. It was someone else, someone who was with them in that cemetery, someone who could never and could never see their face but who did harass them during the night. His story is the following hello alex My name is Emilio Durango and I want to tell you an experience about cemeteries. I' ve been following your channel for a while and I ' ve seen that you have a section on cemeteries stories and I think that this experience of mine falls like a ring. I' m going to comment that I was a graveyard keeper. Only once was I and believe me that I don' t stay make me want to repeat it. I happen to be one of those so many people who lost their jobs in the year two thousand and twenty because of this whole health crisis. At the time of the pandemic. I had a small business that kept me afloat, but I needed more money. So in the job search, I found this job at the cemetery. It was October and November, as you know the Day of the Dead. The first day, many people go to the cemetery. They were occupying a night watchman or a night watchman to keep company with the graveyard keeper

1:11:40 they had there for years. He was an old man, but he knew the whole cemetery and knew everything that had to be done in order. This man, being an older man, obviously, doesn' t have much patience with the technology now as simple as it may seem to you. My job is and during the night, at seven o' clock in the afternoon, which was when I arrived, was to check that the people who entered had the coppermouths carrying glasses and taking the temperature, things that were done in that year in absolutely all the establishments. I think it was the only thing I did during the night that I had to stay with him. I stayed in a wooden shed, it was new. They put it right at the entrance to the cemetery. The booth that he had been using for a long time was in the middle of the cemetery, at a fair distance that went to the main entrance and to the back entrance. When I came and worked with this man, we talked about different things and he told me what to do.

1:12:49 He also mentioned to me that if I got to sleep during the night, there was a time when we could blink without having a problem, and this was from 3: 30 a m to 5: 00 a m, it' s a time when there' s practically no noise and it' s all calm. I thanked you for this. He was practically telling me that if I fell asleep on that schedule there was no problem. He went to his booth and I went to mine. Among the talk we had, He told me that one of the things that made him as a rule, was to keep an eye on the whole cemetery during the night, but to walk between the graves, to give rondines every certain time and far from that it was practically his job. He said that sometimes he did it because the cemetery, that silence, that breeze, gave him a lot of peace, made him feel at peace. Like who says, it' s a strange thing. Yes, but of that kind of people I was also entrusted to be guarding the harem in front of and also gives rondine for all the tombs that were in front. When he retired to his booth and I to mine, we saw each other from afar carrying a lamp and when thirteen and a half a m arrived, each one was already inside his booth. I got ready, leaned on the couch and tried to sleep. But for my bad

1:14:24 luck, I found out that I' m one of those people that no matter what tires of this no matter if there' s no noise, if I' m not in a comfortable place like my bed or if I feel safe, it' s impossible for me to fall asleep. I was just slumbering for more than trying to fall asleep. I couldn' t do it when suddenly in front of me in the window, a shadow was drawn. I could see it very well, as the shadow went through the window. All this due to the light reflecting the lighthouses of the road, which allowed some of the lighting to enter. I was immediately struck by this, but it was the shadow of a man. This man was standing in front of the booth. It seemed strange to me, but at that moment I couldn ' t get up. As I tell you, I couldn' t sleep, but that doesn' t necessarily mean it brought energy. I was tired and even though this became weird to me, the first thing I thought was that I was Don Oscar, the keeper of the cemetery. I thought maybe he came to talk to me about something. When he suddenly saw that this shadow is approaching and puts his hand on the glass of the window and with his palm he touches it twice tenuously he does a slight blow enough to call

1:15:54 my attention, but surely, if he had been deep asleep, he wouldn ' t have noticed it at that moment I asked Don Oscar, what happened. I was falling asleep. Then, the shadow withdraws and goes there goes deep into the cemetery. I was very tired. The truth. I didn ' t even bother to go out, I didn' t even bother to open the door. I just went back to sleep, and even though I tried, I couldn' t sleep. I was just lying down. It happened that night, the next day, and then another night I did everything and everything. Last night I talked a little bit to Don Oscar I gave my rondines and when I gave three and a half in the morning I went and leaned back to my booth. Just like this time more than the other night, I was winning the dream. I thought maybe I could finally sleep, but again that shadow was reflected in the window. Again he' s standing in front of me bringing more sleep than the night before. This time I didn' t answer anything. I thought Don Oscar was doing his rondines or his night walks. At that moment. I remember he had told me that walking through the tombs relaxed him and again, this man palms in front of the glass and touches the window twice. After this, he retires like

1:17:29 the night before, without uttering a single word. I try to fall asleep and get to sleep maybe for about 30 minutes. The next night, everything is done again like last night and the forefather and at 3: 30, again that shadow towards appearance I found myself lying again this time with more sleep still and I see how this shadow approaches again or the palm in front of the glass and touches the window twice with his palm again. I have to tell you, by this time, this has already become strange to me.

1:18:11 Don oscar although he was an already large person, he was a very chatty person. It wasn' t right for me to come home just to touch my window. It was this very thing that made him lose his sleep. I got up. I tried to wake up a little when in that you see a light that is reflected by the slit of the door. It was the light of a lamp I opened the door immediately and it was don oscar who was approaching. He brought me coffee. The next day was the first of November, so I came to talk to me that we had to be more on the slope than anything and that the cemetery was going to have doors open until practically two in the morning or otherwise, it is that until three or maybe, all morning. We were talking about this about how we were going to do it when I asked you to hear an oscar and you have no difficulty sleeping. I see you' re walking all over the cemetery.

1:19:18 Don oscar. He answers me no boy who goes if with the leg that I charge right now. I only walk two or three times in the cemetery, but believe me I' d like to be sitting in the shed. Rather, you' re the one who keeps walking. I told you three and a half, if you want you can come to sleep. You don ' t have to be walking all over the cemetery. They won' t scare you. I was very confused at the time and I say don oscar, but I don' t get out of the booth. I only take the two or three laps before going in at 3: 30 and I don ' t go out again until practically 5: 30 or until 6: 00.

1:19:59 The man, this old man, creases his frown and stares at me with strange eyes and tells me but, Emilio, you go to my booth and knock on my door. I' ve seen you through my window, which I don' t give oscar to. You come that time you palm my window and touch my window twice. He' s done it all along these three days. Don oscar. Confused, he says no and I' m even more confused. I' m telling you, I' m not the one who goes to your booth to knock on your door. We left the booth and the two of us together because, to be honest and without lying, we were very afraid, afraid of two things. Maybe a soul, yes, we thought maybe it was a ghost or maybe a person who went into the cemetery and it might not have good intentions, but we checked everything. There was no way anyone would get in. There was no trace even of anyone getting involved. When we got to the booth, we ran a test. Don Oscar put himself in the same place where I saw the shadow, behind the window. I could see it and it was there.

1:21:18 It was at that very moment that I felt more afraid than ever, because the shadow, the shadow I had seen those three days, did not resemble gift oscar. In fact, thanks to the light that penetrated, I could see certain shades of color in her clothes, certain characteristics of her face. His silhouette was not the same, and when I put on the other side, he came to the same conclusion. The shadow that went between the night to knock on the door was not mine was a completely different silhouette. From that day and until I finished working there, we both agreed that we would be together in a single booth. I don' t know what would have happened that night. I don' t know what we did or what we unleashed. Maybe we did something that shouldn' t be done, but we don' t know what, because since we were both together in a booth, while one slept the other watched, they never touched the window again.

1:22:29 I hope you liked the story. Greetings to Alex and the entire community of maniac crypt funerals. It is that moment in which surely none of us wants to be, but, nevertheless, we have to be in those worst moments, At that moment in which we give that last farewell to our relative, to our friend or simply to that person we respect and also want. Many people believe that in the funerals still in the soul of this person there are different beliefs, different religions, different cultures, that it is said that, after having passed away, the person can stay days or weeks on earth, visiting their relatives or simply doing things that were lacking in life. Whatever belief you have. We cannot deny that funerals and funerals have a certain aura apart from sadness, also mysticism, for there are few accounts of people close to the deceased in whom they live at that very moment, which cannot be explained

1:24:00 just as happened to this brother who, for his sadness, was giving his last farewell to his little brother. And this little brother asked him, begged him from his coffin and it seemed that only he could hear him, repeated him over and over again to help him, to help him before burying him. Your story is next hello. Greetings Alex to You and your entire audience. I' m going to share my experience with you. This happened when I was twelve, but I want everything to remain anonymous, please, as this experience is very personal to me and I would not want the real names to come out. Asse Turns out that I had a younger brother who, by the cost of fate, passed away almost fifteen years ago, when he was eight. I at that time twelve, as you know, I was too young to assimilate my brother' s departure. Obviously it hurt and I had to go even with psychologists, since we were so attached so much so we shared the same room. You will understand that, after being next to one person and day to day, not having her in your life is very

1:25:32 heartbreaking, but I don' t want to talk to you about that, but more specifically, about what happened when we were watching him at his funeral. Pazze. It turns out that, like all family members, I was shattered, I was crying moments and for other moments I was controlled, but I passed. It turns out that among all the murmurs, among all the people who were there family, they cousins friends, I began to hear a voice coming from my brother' s coffin. That voice I knew was my brother' s voice. I remember that very well. He called me by my name. He kept repeating my name and telling me to take it out.

1:26:18 He repeated me many times. Please take me out. It' s very dark here. I was twelve years old and I assure you that none of that was making up my head. I approached the coffin several times to corroborate what I was hearing, but I only saw my brother lying down without making a single noise. As soon as I was leaving, I heard his voice calling me to see him again. I always repeated the same thing. It' s very dark here. Bring me my lamp Bring me my lamp I couldn' t assimilate that. I even told my mother and she told me and she told me or it was best if I went out, breath fresh air and if this was very painful, that I could go back to the house. I didn' t know what to do back then. This was not the work of my mind, as I outside did not listen to my brother' s laments or that he was calling me. It was only a matter of opening that door, of being in the same place with the coffin in front when he began to hear his voice calling me over and over again. That was the last time I went into that room that called me and this time he said something different to me. Brother, bring me my lamp is under my bed in the treasure chest. At that time I remember that my brother had a treasure chest, a plastic trunk, of course,

1:27:51 but I hadn' t seen it recently to make you honest. His stuff was his stuff. I wasn' t messing with them, since he was playing for the regulars just because I had other things to do. When my mother took me home, since I didn' t want him to be in the cemetery, I took advantage of it and went up to my brother' s room, which was also mine. Unfortunately, my mother had already started taking everything out, she already had it in another room. I asked Mom, you saw a trunk, my brother' s trunk. She said no, but all her toys were in that room, which she was storing.

1:28:34 I went to his bed and checked under this alex The trunk was there. There I took it, opened it and a glove- shaped lamp. He was in there. My brother has always been a big fan of SpongeBob, so much so that most of his toys are from this children' s show. SpongeBob, Patricia Arenita and all the different articles in the series were my brother. There was a chapter where a glove- shaped flashlight comes out. My father had bought it from him and this one turned on and off.

1:29:15 I took it and went immediately with my mother to beg her, to beg her, please, to take me to the cemetery that wanted to take this to my brother. I don' t know how things were, but in the end, if it took me, I remember very well that entering the cemetery when they were already about to descend it among the whole crowd. As I approached, I kept listening to his voice. I kept repeating my name again and again that please bring the flashlight. I went and begged my father to please open the glass that I had to give him something. I don ' t know if it was because I felt sorry or maybe because I made a lot of trouble. At the end of the day, they let me.

1:30:01 They opened the glass quickly, I left the flashlight beside him and finally descended the coffin covered it with dirt. But my brother' s voice no longer resonated, he no longer listened to him. Finally, my brother had kept silent as he grew up. Many people, hearing my story, say that I probably had some crisis. I imagined listening to my brother' s voice, but what many cannot explain is like this voice that I supposedly imagined. I can give myself detail very specifically where that flashlight was in his room.

1:30:48 Like I said before, his stuff was his stuff. No one had that information, neither me nor my parents. And it is precisely because of the latter that I am quite certain that what I heard was not something invented by my mind. I believe fervently that my brother was telling me this from the coffin. 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 things happen in front of one and one.

1:31:36 He did not even realize this, as happened to him by this grandfather who, because of time, because of the day, had to be delayed and with his horse riding on that far way from the village. He found that a burial was taking place in the cemetery. Little did he know that what he heard was actually going to be paranormal, that souls can still interact with us and that he lived it that night, but he just didn' t realize this. Your story is next hello. My name is Anabel Martinez.

1:32:21 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 he can be lonely. You see at that time, when this happened to him, he lived absolutely alone 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 on the lookout for him, but they had lives in other cities, families worked so they could come see him from time to time and from time to time. I' m talking about months and also calling him every three days, every two days. The old man was already alone in his house and even though my father told him to come and live with us, we were his closest relatives. He never wanted animals to work a thousand pas to work. He had a huge house with different rooms for his children who were now empty, but he liked to live that way. Every weekend we

1:33:53 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 suddenly he gets serious and told me, my sister, my father and my mother that he had a story to tell us, that he had just spent days ago passy 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 needs to earn. To be more specific, a pig and a eraser get on their 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 I n n n n n r. A uÓR.

1:35:00 This delayed him so much that he was returning home later. But now at night, on the way to the house, 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, perhaps 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, as they are surely burying someone. My grandfather tastes great. 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 it catches his attention, this turns and sees and realizes that they are children and these children he recognizes immediately. These are two twin brothers belonging to a lady named Florence. The children, when they see him,

1:36:35 they call him don hiera, don hiera and begin to greet him with their hand. As I say. My grandfather knows that burials, funerals are times when one has to keep quiet out of respect for the person who has 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' s on his way, but he can' t help but think about who died. In the nearby town, everyone knew each other equally.

1:37:19 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 have not even relatively close. He lives alone, absolutely alone in a radius of land 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. He starts talking and my grandfather, among all the talk, asks him listen and you don' t know who died. I think she' s related to Florence, since she saw the children who were out there, she wouldn' t have been her husband, and my grandfather deduces this clearly, because the children were there and she 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

1:38:49 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 she entered the cemetery. You could hear her screams being her only ones, two children and her husband too were completely destroyed. My grandfather at the time tells you how not to. I saw the twins there were and the boy, not don hierar, repeats. Those kids were the same ones we buried. My grandfather at the time doesn' t believe the words the boy is saying to him. From what my grandfather tells you, give me a chance to enter the cemetery. I want to see it with my own eyes.

1:39:49 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.

1:40:34 They were two children who were very loving and without knowing it, my grandfather said goodbye to them at their funeral. Security guards, as we have said before, have many interesting things to tell, especially those who are guards of a house, of a family, as custodian cleaners. Many of these workers and it is not new, tend to form a bond with the people who live There, the venadiaries interact with Plastican. Obviously, you can say that they even become very close friends between the owner of the house and the employee.

1:41:19 This can be seen reflected in several accounts, as in this one, where Grandpa was being given farewell and he, like every night, continued to do the same. This guard says that that grandfather was not at his funeral, that the grandfather, instead, was in a place that he liked very much in life and that from that place he kept calling him. He kept calling him as that friend he had always been, even after his death. His story is next hula. Good night. My name is Gustavo Linares.

1:42:02 The experience I want to tell you happened to me when I was working as a security guard at a company because quite quoted here on the corporals the family that had hired this company wanted very reliable security guards and that, above all, they almost never made it. I asked that the guards sent here be trusted and always be the same. This family was a wealthy family. Your house was too big to say. It was the main house and two others, we could say, small houses they had in their yard. One of these houses was reserved for both games, meetings and other rooms that were personalists of family members. The other house was like a simple house. I had san the kitchen dining room, but it was a little more rustic, it was like a cabin. The house where they lived was much larger and what was in the center was a swimming pool. Upon arriving there we were given the order to monitor very well those two houses that were in this same land.

1:43:29 Most of all, because years ago they had gone in and stolen those two houses. The main house where the whole family slept, no, since it is always had security and cameras also, but those two who only had it for leisure and meetings from time to time, for the truth did not have them so securely. But since we were hired, we obviously had to make rondines. We had to check room by room, as the family had given us some very strict instructions. But on their part, we had to abide by them equally with family members. This was that if one of the rooms after 11: 30 at night was with light on, we had to go knock on the door and check who was inside the room. It didn ' t matter if they were family members. This is because, on a regular basis, grandparents, parents, and family children, except on weekends, all lay down early, so they had to be sure that everyone would be in the main house. If anyone was at the billiards, the bar,

1:45:03 some kind of cinema they had there, they would leave the room. They told us they were going to be there for a while longer and just so far you were going to tell them to have a good night and you were just recording that. They didn' t get mad. In fact, they didn' t have to. They were the same rules that they had put in this to ensure that there were no other people who would have gotten involved and were stealing that by the time I came in, I understand that it had already happened about five times, but that already months ago. But as you wish, we had to be on the lookout before telling them about my experience and I have to tell them that the grandfather of the family had a custom that always on Thursdays usually stayed late inside his bar. This was Grandpa ' s leisure. He loved liquor, wine, tequila, cigars, cigarettes, and on Thursday he stayed late listening to music and enjoying different wines.

1:46:23 He only in that room usually, at 12: 30, he went out and went to the house. They greeted us and even though we knew this, we would always go and knock on the door, he would open us kindly and tend to Platicía even for a while and we would leave later. It also has to be said that sometimes he called us on the phone. We had a phone, a phone, a phone, and in this bar in the house there was also a landline and that' s where Grandpa was talking to us. Usually, what he was doing was he was warning us in time that he was going to leave because of about 12: 30 or one in the morning. Once we got this call, we weren' t going to bother him anymore, we made the rondines, but we didn' t pass. That was like his way of saying not to bother him.

1:47:29 And this was always so clear until a fateful day when this grandfather finally passed away. And this experience occurs in his wake. Everything I told you before will make sense in a few minutes. It turns out that we were out there, obviously aware of the people who were coming in, as they were watching him in the living room of the house, in the main house, and even though there was a lot of movement in the front, we had to keep meeting the rondines to the other two small houses that were in the back. And that' s where I realized that the light in the room out the window was on. It was Grandpa' s bar room. What I thought at one point was that perhaps as it was his death, surely either the daughter, husband or grandchildren or perhaps one of his other children who was coming to the funeral was surely there remembering, treasured everything that his father, grandfather, liked in life. I left it that way, but that did keep my eyes fixed at the entrance of the street, watching who was

1:49:02 coming out. From there. Minutes passed, more minutes passed and even an hour passed, and I saw that no one was leaving. What I could see was a shadow going from one side to the other, from one side to the other. Suddenly on the radio I got a call from my partner. He tells me he likes you think he can go to Grandpa' s bar room. I got a call, but no one' s answering me.

1:49:43 I answer my partner, but what do you mean no one answers you? Oh, there' s a person I can see out the window. I see a shadow walking. My partner replies that yes, he can hear the steps through the horn of someone who is walking down the carpet and the wooden floor, but who nobody answers him. This is very strange. It had never happened, so I immediately knock on the door first, as even under the door light leaks and I could see a shadow of feet moving away.

1:50:27 I knocked on the door a couple of times, but I didn' t get an answer. I opened the door slowly and politely. I also said good night, good night, excuse me, but no one would answer me until I finally finished opening it. And the bar room was completely empty, there was no way. It was a room only and the window had bars. The person I had seen until just a few seconds ago had disappeared. I contact again on the radio and tell my partner there' s no one. Honestly, I was surprised, too, like him, but it only took about three minutes that I had left that house. When the light turns on again and my partner calls me back that at that very moment, even I also listen on the radio, they are calling him and telling me the number I see on the screen of the phone is the same as the phone of the house. It' s the same one from the bar.

1:51:43 There' s a person there and he' s marking me. He' s off the hook, the phone can hear the footprints again. I run at that moment I open the door, the light is on, even though I had paid for it. The phone is not off the hook. In fact, it is as always, where no one had marked it. But despite that, I was still in communication with my partner and on the radio you could hear the bell very clearly. On this second occasion, when I opened the door, a smell of liquor and tobacco impressed me, and this combination pains only used when grandfather was inside, as it was he who prepared everything. It was the typical smell of grandfather and, if this were not enough, he could also smell his colony, that colony that had a strong, but elegant, smell, very appropriate as his age. I repeat to my partner again. There' s no one here. I' m watching.

1:53:04 The phone' s hanging up, nobody' s dialing you. The only thing he asks me back I' m looking at the house is I ' m in it right. I' ll say yes. He asks me you turned on the bar light and I say no. I told him that I was going back to the booth and that we would only watch the house in the distance, at least during that night, since the funeral was taking place Alex The phone kept ringing and even though when I returned to the booth I turned off the focus again, it turned back on in the minutes and even walked through the pool when I turned around and again the light was on.

1:54:00 The phone kept calling and every time we answered, no one would answer us. Only a few footsteps were heard walking down that carpet. Interestingly, the calls stopped when they gave the one- and- a- half, the same time Grandfather left the house. And that' s when we realized that the funeral was taking place on a Thursday day, the same day Grandpa stayed late in his canteen. Only that time, at his funeral we lived this. Once he passed the funeral the funeral. The next night was lived with total normality. We didn' t get any calls and the lights turned on even the next Thursday. Such seemed to be and as we said, at least among ourselves as companions, that grandfather at his funeral, spent it in the place where he had a better time. He spent it tasting his different pure wines, cigars, his different liquors that night they were watching him.

1:55:35 Introverted people, or we might say shy ones, in some cases are people who prefer to live apart from society. See not entirely being a hermit in a forest, but maintaining a certain barrier in what has become her home. Many people live in utter solitude, and it is not because they are imposed on them, but because many times these people want it. This is the case of the aunt that this person relates. She was an aunt of those very lonely, who was never very close to the family, but who curiously had friends, friends who were not of this world. You could say that in his solitude he attracted something, something that gave him the last goodbye at his funeral. The story is as follows. My name is Uriel Lopez.

1:56:38 The next experience happened when we buried an aunt of mine. This aunt was a very distant person from the family, because she herself loved him all her life. What I remember is that I was a very private person and the few times I went to family parties or to visit our own house, I always saw her with a face of few friends. I plattered with her, I related to her clearly, but we were never very close and she usually acted this way. He had no friends and didn' t frequent family. My father, being the one who lived closest to her, sought her out, since the aunt at that time was already very old. I had, if not bad, I remember some sixty- eight years practically and I was a senior and I lived alone in her apartment the times my father and my mother went to visit her, because most of the time they didn' t take us, since we were children at the time or teenagers, what we' re going to do in that department bore us. My father says that he saw everything in the same place as always, as the polls passed, the months, the years, you could even see that things were getting dust, you moved a lamp and you saw the shadow of the dust resting

1:58:14 in that place. My parents thought I had a sad life, but because despite that, she herself wanted it that way, a life without friends, no family, only her, so it is not surprising that at her funeral and burial there were only twelve people and these same twelve people were the family. Needless to say, he didn' t even attend the middle of the family, but the closest my parents and two other uncles were there. It seems then that I was eighteen, so I also went to the cemetery. What surprised me is that when we were going in with the coffin in that hole, in that space that she had my aunt, four women were waiting for us. These four women weren' t dressed. We could say it according to a funeral. His dress was a black pants with a white shirt.

1:59:15 The hair of these four women was lazio. They brought him loose and wet completely wet, wet and fell to his back and also by his shoulders. These four women saw us in the distance and once they arrived in the taúd, so far they fixed their gaze only on the coffin. It became strange to me, but I didn' t want to bother my parents because of what I told my sister that she is older than I hear and those people who are obviously not family, so I ask her are her friends.

1:59:58 It seemed strange to me. My sister doesn' t know what to answer. So he goes to my dad and asks him, hey, Dad, who are those people? My father turns us around and tells us which people are just us. I' ll tell you right over there. He turns around for a few seconds, comes back and tells us which people. I only see the gravediggers and the priest. After he told us this, we said no more, because we also turned around and at that very moment, those four women already found us had disappeared from one second to another. We were confused and also scared, so we left this up there just to realize it. When we got in the car that our sister, another sister who also had older than me, asked us the same thing. All three of us had seen those four women, but they had disappeared out of nowhere.

2:01:09 This doesn' t end here, as Auntie' s apartment was rented and obviously, all the belongings that had to be removed and that' s what my father was for. I went too, as I needed to go to the furniture, the bed, the armchairs had to be moved and I, as a man, had to help my father down all that. My sisters went too, but they mostly saw what they found in the apartment. They were very curious about how my aunt lived and why not say it. I went in too and the stories our parents told us were true. You could see dust, you could see it in some corners of the web, and you could see that in the frets that weren' t used only one was the one that used every day. The glasses had dust. The dishes also only a glass, a plate, a covered and a frying pan were the only ones that did not have. Obviously, as a sign that they were the ones who used their armchair where they sat. He was the only one who had no dust in the whole room. He did keep dust even on the couches. If you moved a pillow, you could see the time that had passed without that lunch moving. As I said earlier, this was not

2:02:44 surprising, as she never married, never had children, and no friends met him. Right up to that point, the neighbors in the apartment across the street and neighbors came immediately to see that furniture was being removed. This more than anything to know what had happened. My father tells them that the person who lived there was his aunt and that some neighbors had passed away already knew my father, as he was the only person who came during the day. Strangely, these neighbors did not share the same idea as my father that my aunt had no family or minimally friends. They greeted her clearly when they went in the hallway, but they always, when they passed in front of the department, heard voices not only from her, but from more women. They believed that if she did not have friends, she might live with some daughters, but that the daughters, surely like her, were very reserved, since as they passed through the front they always listened to talk murmurs. I was never in silence and once a neighbor from a nighttime setting saw my aunt enter the apartment in the company of four other women with wet hair and a dress

2:04:15 that was in black pants and white shirt. Strangely, that person says it was the only time he saw those women come in. None of the neighbors saw another person go in there or at least one woman besides my aunt, never met who she was talking to every day. It was a mystery to them. What I want to believe Alex is that maybe my aunt, in her loneliness, didn' t find any friends, so to speak, flesh and blood. Maybe what he found was another kind of friend who wasn' t entirely human. That was my story. Thank you for listening to her.