SUBI AL PASAJERO EQUIVOCADO Y CASI NO SALGO CON VIDA / RELATOS DE TAXISTAS / MARATON NUEVOS Y RECOP.

0:01 Manic crypt, let me ask you a question. You believe that when a person dies, either of the age of the different circumstances, there is some way that that person will say goodbye, perhaps to some friend, to some relative. There are several stories about people who say they have seen a person who had already died, but who had lost contact with him and out of nowhere comes home or see him near Plastican engages in a dialogue with him to find out simply after a short time that that person had already passed away.

0:51 Something like that happened to this cab driver. He went like every night for that old friend who had a good, friend who at that very moment was going through to stay in this world and without knowing it, this taxi driver transported him on his last path. The story is next hello Alex. My name is Julio David and the experience I want to share with you and your entire audience happened to my father about a decade ago. My father, his whole life was a taxi driver and in this job he had had many clients telling him stories. You know, a taxi driver realizes a lot of things and there are also many accidents, but in this case it was not an experience that came to his ears, but he lived it in his own flesh.

1:59 My father was one of those taxi drivers who left very early, but also to return very early. He started his day around 5: 30 a m or 5 p m and by 7 p m, he was already back home, liked to sleep early, and this did it more than anything to get rid of all the dangerous things that a taxi driver can do during the night. I think it is more than well known that during the night the assaults occur, also the most catastrophic accidents, most of these by people who sleep behind the wheel, by alcoholics and my father, of course, wanted to save all that. He had but one client, who went every day for him was an acquaintance, had many years to meet him and even though he was a client of years, a long time client, it was not as if they knew every moment of life, one of each other. I hope they understand me They greeted each other every time they saw each other, but they weren' t so close. My father always went for this man around nine o' clock at night was the only race he went out for at night. It only took 40 minutes. This man was an old man,

3:32 who was his friend since my father was a child. He was going for him in his miselanea, a little time. As he is known here in Mexico. This older man owned this miscellanea and about nine o' clock at night closed this one. He lived something retired, so my father was going through it. Both of them didn' t like being this late at work. This man had a particularity, which is that he always walked a cane and always limped from his left leg. My father sometimes arrived five minutes earlier, five minutes later, sometimes when the store was open and other times when it was already closed. This old man had security cameras outside, so if he closed and my father still didn' t arrive, he would sit and watch the cameras. You could see clearly when I parked the cab and it was about two or three minutes and he walked out a door with the curtain. My father says that when he arrived that night, the metal curtain was already down. The lights were out, something that is extremely strange to him, because while he lowered the metal curtain, the lights on the outside always left them on. This more than anything to help the cameras see better.

5:05 If some thugs wanted to get in, but at that time they weren ' t turned off. My father, this is strange, but he thinks maybe. He forgot to turn them on. It' s okay. They spend the minutes and he' s standing there. It' s three minutes, four minutes, five minutes, but nobody leaves. My father explains that at the time he couldn' t call him, because this old man didn ' t drive a cell phone because he didn' t even know the cell phones that used to use buttons. There are certain people who don' t like to use them. Just a landline, so I didn' t have a way to get in touch with him. My father' s starting to despair. It' s been 25 minutes, almost half an hour. This old man doesn' t take that long. He was a very untimely person and he almost always wants to go home immediately. And it was at that moment that my father turned and saw a tree and down this tree, crossing the two streets, the two roads, since this miscellanea was positioned on an avenue, he saw that from the other end is this old man standing under the tree. My father, in the beginning, fails to identify him, as he is covered by the entire shadow of the tree. But by his physique, by his physiognomy, that physique bent thin and above all, with

6:41 a cane between his two hands, he realizes that it is him. My father. He stares at him for a few minutes just thinking about why he ' s on the other side. I always pick him up in the miscellanea, because he went there this old man didn' t move very fast, so my father thought perfectly that he was waiting for the right moment to cross. But while that road was an avenue, at that very moment cars were not passing. Of course, maybe because of some traffic lights or maybe this old man was waiting for my father to go after him. My father got out of the cab, shuts the door, locks him up and crosses.

7:30 The streets. They' re three lanes, each one going and one coming, so it takes time. When he stops at the ward, he tries to yell at this old man to react. But immediately notice that this is not necessary. He can see better, as this old man is staring at him, very staring at him, as if he were waiting for him. My father manages to cross the lanes and once he arrives with him, he tells him what happened, why he' s here. He doesn' t see that I' m waiting for him or he' s getting confused in a joke tone he' s starting to get upset. Like every night, it was already some people who took a certain way. But the funny thing is, this old man doesn' t answer you. He keeps quiet watching him with that face of few friends that sometimes grandmas put on. He says we' re leaving He' s ready. At that very moment there were no cars passing, so the old man began to walk, but in a strange way. Or we could say the strange thing because, as I told you before, this one limped and needed his cane to hold on, and at that moment this was not seen. That old man simply held his cane in the middle of both hands and walked freely without his help is more,

9:01 not even limping. This surprised my father very much, as he had seen this old man limp for many years. It was an evil that he had to practically limp until he reached his grave, but at that time it seemed that nothing hurt him. They crossed the first three lanes, then crossed the other three lanes, and likewise, without uttering a single word, the old man got into the taxi, settled down and remained silent. My father begins to think clearly he already had certain experiences with seniors by that time and knew that sometimes there were days when they behaved a little strange. Maybe he had gone to sea in sales or maybe he had received several news or it had just been a bad day. That' s enough for these people, especially at that age, to get mean. My father didn' t want to go any further and he didn' t want to bother him, so he started the ride and started driving inside the taxi. He ruled a silence, sepulchral as never before. My father says that even I almost didn' t listen to the other cars and that they didn' t come with music.

10:28 It was as if the cabin had been isolated almost completely on a certain stretch of the way, which my father says, perhaps they would go halfway. They stopped at a stop and this old man told him here I' d get off, I have to go. My father at that moment mocks and tells him but as he thinks I' m going to leave him. Here we are on the high that won' t go home. It has a way out, on the other hand, but even though it asks you these questions with laughter so that the atmosphere relaxes a little bit. My father doesn ' t get an answer. At that time he received a call and it was from my mother, who told him that the grandchildren of this old man had called her, since they did not have his phone number, to inform him that today it was not for his grandfather, since he was not there.

11:24 He was in the hospital, he had had an attack and practically at that time they were struggling to keep him alive. At that moment my father turns around and the impression almost leaves the car in front of him, because he notices that he does not come with anyone behind him. In the back seats where this man was sitting, it' s empty, he flips and safe veils like the driver at his door. You have the access to remove and put in insurance. No one but him. He had not removed them and at no time was a single door heard to open. No one got out of the cab, or rather no one alive had come in. That night, my father returns extremely frightened and controls my mother only to find out minutes before falling asleep that this old man had passed away. A few hours ago. By doing calculations, my father says that he had died exactly when he, in theory, was brought in by his car, perhaps when he told him that he had to get off at that time and had to leave the last trip after so many years that they had the two nights of party

13:00 night in the den. Surely many if they are already more than twenty- one of the twenty- two years old have gone out, whether it be dances, billiards, bars, discos, just have a little fun. Many of these people who live this nightlife also claim to have lived strange things, perhaps interact with people who later disappear, as I have to tell in previous accounts or as in this account precisely in which two friends had to travel in a taxi in which they were not just going and the driver. Apparently, this taxi was carrying something else, maybe carrying a passenger coming from the afterlife.

13:52 After this, those two friends were very serious about taking a taxi at those hours in the morning. His story is as follows. My name is Eric Izaguirre. Some cousins of mine have already sent accounts. This thing that I want to tell you happened to me when I was in college and these same cousins have told me to share it, because, while it' s a short story, it meets all the specifications to make a horror story.

14:35 I have to confess that, after living this, I thought many times of all those night dive parties, of calling a family member to come after me on the way out and not getting in a cab again. It happens that on one of these occasions, when I went out to party with a friend of mine who also lived this, we found a curious texi. We could say we were out of the joint. We were, why not say it drunk, but not completely drunk. Yeah, we were wobbly, but we remembered all night. We made this stop at TEXI a few streets in front of that night center. As expected. The rate was high because it was early in the morning. We didn' t care about that, because we already wanted to get home. My friend went to the back door to get us both back in the seats, but right away. When he opens the door and gets on this one and I hope that he will travel for me too he noticed something strange and that is that he stops suddenly, that is, he does not travel. I kick him a little with my knee and

16:07 tell him, hey, what happened. Move. I want to get up and move. He stares at me and tells me I think he' s already busy and as he points his finger at me, I follow what he ' s pointing at me. I look down a bit and I see that at the other end, at the other door, there is a girl sitting crying very low. You could hear the sobs crying, how I was sighing. This is very strange to us and, in addition to this, he held a wrist between both hands. We' re getting really weird about this and we' re stopping a little bit. I think it was thanks to alcohol that we didn' t think very well at the time, because if we were sober right away, we' d ask the taxi to hear, sir that girl, why she comes there and why she cries. It is not normal for taxi drivers to raise children or bring them to them alone except for them. Of course it' s his son, his daughter, but in that case, if he' s a family member of the cab they go with them in front of the co- pilot' s seat. I go back and repeat and we go drunk, so our attitude and the way we acted at that time was not the most subtle. We just stared at

17:41 the faces and, at a certain point, I think we stressed out the cab driver, as he turned around and told us what' s going on, young people, who won' t get on. Come on, come on, get in, get in. We decided not to take the importance of that child. Maybe she was the cabbie' s daughter, maybe she had scolded her or what I know. I had a lot of explanations. My friend ran clear keeping distance between him and the girl and then I went up the journey. The taxi driver started, but in the short time we had, maybe about three minutes my friend didn' t stop wanting to ask him Hey, sir, the girl is yours is that the taxi driver comes crying at that moment he doesn' t answer you. He keeps driving, listening to music and I would dare tell you Alex that even the tax was drinking, since there was a certain smell of beer inside and it was weekend, so seeing that he doesn' t answer my friend, I ask you, sir the girl comes with you at that time. The Texist lowers the volume, what happened young people and we both repeat the question at the same time. The girl he' s bringing, the girl who' s got

19:15 why the taxi driver' s crying doesn' t answer, but what a girl. You come well past glasses that you' re even seeing things where there aren' t. I don' t bring any girl, only you, as we were going in the early morning and, as you know, the roads are illuminated by those big high lights that inside a car that goes completely dark, flashes through the windows, that light, that light that enters and illuminates the silhouettes and the people that we go inside. Well, in one of those so many times when the light passed and then s Scuns said just when the cab driver was telling us that he didn' t come with anyone. This girl disappeared when the darkness fell in the car. It was as if it had gone with the darkness with that flash, as if it had disappeared like smoke. Me and my friend clearly saw this, I at least by the corner of the eye, as my attention was with the taxi driver, but, on the other hand, my friend, who was coming next to her, saw him closer. He saw how this little girl in a flash was no longer there at the time. We totally dropped the drunk.

20:48 We were already in our five senses, but with our heart, almost leaving our chest, we endured the journey some thirty more minutes trembling from fear. We couldn' t get off Alex We didn' t have any money anymore and obviously the taxi driver wasn' t going to have any consideration with us. We were not going to return the money or give ourselves another option, so we endured and endured until we got to my friend' s house. Once there we could not sleep what we repeated days after we had lived, that is, the taxi driver was right. Perhaps in our drunkenness we imagined something or at least that' s what we wanted to believe for a good couple of years, but we both know today that we didn' t come so drunk as to imagine things that rather what we saw was something real, maybe some spirit that accompanied that taxig Thank you for telling my story.

22:02 Greetings to all of you. Since Quintana Robo there are haunted places, places with a heaviness, or places that are simply abandoned and even though there is no one there, many people do not even dare to enter why this happens. Many people say that maybe the energies, maybe something that happened in that place leaves it marked in such a way that just by entering or entering another person. They feel that heaviness, they feel that anxiety to get out of there as quickly as possible. It' s possible that if scary things happened, things that left a mark on a certain place. Perhaps those same souls, like the living, feel that heaviness, but far from leaving, they stay the next story that comes from a taxi driver. He tells us that that night something strange took him to that apartment, something strange that made him realize that, in fact, after life there is something, something that perhaps at that moment did not want to know. He carried a spirit or the

23:37 whole Community of the crypt. The experience I want to share with you is as follows. My family and I are from kingdoms and years ago. When I was in high school and my sister in high school, our father had to demand a little more from the account to pay for our tickets, our studies and different tasks that we were asked for. I think a lot of parents know how expensive that is. That aside pay the bills and keep food in the house, all that. As a taxi driver, my father saw himself in the need to work at night, on the weekends. Those who are taxi drivers know very well that these are the hours and days in which one can make a lot of money, but it is also the days and hours where there is more danger, where there are more assaults. Luckily, none of them happened to my father. He took into account certain attitudes, certain red flags that he had to detect before he went up to someone.

24:52 This became very complicated, as most of its customers were in that central area where there is going to where there are billiards. Despite this, most of my father' s clients were drunk, they were people who were leaving these places, but he always watched carefully. If there were more than three people, he wouldn' t stop, as he wasn' t willing to take one in the co- pilot' s seat. Rarely did women go up, mostly because the girls went through them or sent for a specially trusted taxi for them. They almost never stopped any taxi drivers driving around the streets, which became very strange when a young woman who came in a blonde red dress stopped at one of these corners and the bottom of the dress was surrounded by bright sequins that, just like the dress, were red. She was a pretty girl and she was doing very well, so it was strange that she would expose herself in that way to a perfect stranger. Luckily, as I tell you, my father wasn' t a dangerous person and he was wearing badges and everything in order stopped with the lady and he waited for her to approach. As always, they ask you, first the price and the journey

26:26 to which they will take you the destination. And the next thing you know, this girl doesn' t ask you. She just walks up to the cab, opens the door and gets in. To this one almost immediately after it goes up, it remains completely silent. My father was about to ask what fate he was going to and the girl answers him. Before he articulates a word, he tells her the address and passes it turns out that it is a building with several departments. My father doesn' t see anything strange about him, he starts his way and the same at all silence. My father, what goes on in the course, begins to analyze. This girl.

27:10 She' s a girl who comes to party, she can tell from her clothes, but strangely she doesn' t smell alcohol, tobacco or anything else, even when you don' t drink or smoke the smell when you go into bars, billiards and other night centers, because you get stuck, even if you don' t consume anything, you smell that kind of substance. But the girl doesn' t seem to be. What he thought was that maybe the girl came from working at night and that she had arranged maybe for a meeting. That' ll be the best. My father, perhaps to get a little more into confidence that the girl did not feel, so to speak, exposed only tells her the price what she is going to collect to take her there, since they had not touched it and because she did not want surprises. When he arrived at the apartment, my father, without turning around, told him it was going to be so much, but the girl didn' t answer him. My father looks through the rearview mirror and can only see one shoulder on the right side. At that moment, my father calms down, as it seems that the girl was asleep. Maybe I was tired. It' s not the first time this happened to him, already several people due to the time, fell asleep in the taxi and he, upon arriving at the destination, woke them up to the apartments. My father had barely stopped the car, he was just going to turn around with

28:41 the girl. When you notice that the door opens, you turn and the little girl is coming down. Close the taxi door and walk to the first apartment. On the first floor, my father goes down and asks you, Miss, my pay or or you don' t see him given money, but it seems that this young lady ignores it. My father starts walking towards her. Obviously, he thinks it takes a while to open, since it ' s a door, he has to lock in, but this girl just turns the knob and comes in like the door is open. He always follows her closely, and once she closes the door, he starts knocking on her to go out to her, or someone else. But as much as he plays over and over again. Again and again, no one comes out repels his ear to the door and hears nothing a single voice, not even a television on anything, not even a fan spinning absolute silence was what reigned within that apartment. The beatings and screaming that my father was making woke up the neighbor across the street, who came out almost in his pajamas and behind him.

30:00 His wife asked my father what he was doing. My father simply told him that he had brought a girl and that he had gotten in here, that he had not been paid, that he needed to be paid, because the course had been something long. Neighbor says he can' t do anything but call the building manager who manages the rooms. My father accepts as it is a solution. The girl didn' t want to open it and she had to get an answer from why. Obviously, since it' s early in the morning, he assumes the manager' s gonna be a little late, so he walks. The taxi recharged and it had been minutes, minutes, maybe three or four. When he sees the manager going down to the first floor as if they were already waiting for him, the manager asks him he brought a blonde girl in a true red dress. My father says yes, yes. I brought her to know her Lives here The manager is just drying the keys and with a certain face of bitterness and also of heaviness.

31:08 He says yes, I was already waiting for him. You' re not the first one to come. The manager opened the door, which gnashed as if in a long time it had not been put oil inside the apartment there was no light. He was the only one I didn' t have was a small apartment. The manager and my father came in with lamps briefly, just to make sure that there was no one. My father can' t explain how that apartment where the girl had come in, there was no furniture, there was no bed, there was no TV, there was nothing. It was an empty apartment. The windows had bars and the other doors facing the backyard were closed and even with cobwebs, as if in a long time they had not opened. The manager tells you. I' m sorry, sir, but no one lives here and, like I said, he' s not the first to come. Every month by these dates, I always prepare to receive a taxi driver, because, apparently, they always bring this girl to this same apartment. At the time, my father was terrified, a fear knowing what he was carrying just a few minutes ago when he was being fired, obviously with a coffee, because the manager saw my father shaking

32:44 his hands. He explained that this had been going on since he was hired to take care of the building and that it is a coincidence that the apartment where that Chinese woman entered earlier was the apartment used by the owner of the building. When they hired the manager, they told him to go to one of the upstairs floors, but that apartment could not be rented and could not be used under any circumstances. The taxi drivers continue to arrive month by month, as this man explains, to leave that girl in that place. But he doesn' t know the story. He does not know why that soul every month does that course and enters that department. My father since that night is more careful to bring up any girl in a red dress. This next maniac crypt story, it' s a news story brought from Russia. By chance, this story had already been told on this channel, but as much as I' ve been looking for you, you haven' t found it again. It' s a story that already has time, I think it ' s been for two years now, and it' s become very interesting

34:16 for me to say it in some way, because in truth the story is awful, horrifying everywhere. It is real news that, unfortunately, even though I have tried again to look for the news, I no longer find it. And that' s what I' ve been looking for with the help of some channel subscribers. As happened in Russia or regular these countries tend to give the news, but as quickly as possible, they tend to hide it. This next story is not catalogued as a horror story, but as a story of a crime, a crime that, for the victim' s bad luck, they never found the perpetrator. In the following story the name of the girl changed, as it doesn' t seem to me her real name, so I placed it colloquially veronic and the events made a mistake in translating it don' t happen in the two thousand twenty- three. If they didn' t happen in the two thousand and twenty. Once we' ve cleared that up, I think we can go on. I hope you enjoy this cryptomaniac story. This next manic crypt account is completely real. It happened in distant Russia to a taxi driver. We' re going to move away from big cities like Moscow and other different cities to the provinces in the middle of winter. You will know that in Russia winters are very strong, degrees

35:52 below zero snow frozen roads. Sometimes cars also freeze from engines, so this makes it even more difficult for taxi drivers and also for all the staff who need to leave their work to go home. It happens that in these winters, in past years, people chose to call home the taxis wait for them at the entrances of the jobs to the different addresses that these people requested. There was hardly any person at the stop, except for some who had to wait for some other transport. Once already telling you this we' re going to put ourselves in the situation of this taxi driver. It wasn' t easy to get customers, unless you already had some of those landlines calling you on the phone, so, having this problem, he asked some friends of his and also relatives for help. Relatives and friends began to recommend this taxi driver with some people who might have to see themselves in the need to call one and said and done, started to have several clients and among them there was a woman. This taxi driver says that this woman called her at night late at night and everything was dark and in those provinces of Russia the only thing that illuminates you are the spotlights on the roads. You can' t

37:30 see anything further. There is darkness alone and wind along with snow. This girl asked for a service and this cabbie obviously said yes, no problem at all. The young lady gave him the address and it looks like everything was going well. Where they had stayed to see was a bus stop. There was only one person sitting in the metal seats. The taxi driver stayed and stood, waiting and waiting without turning off the clear car so that it would not freeze. And it' s at that moment, looking all over, that you see that the person who stands up from the metal seats is a girl, a girl who goes from one side to the other walking left right, left to right, kind of anxious, like something was nervous about her cab driver. The first thing you notice is that this woman was dressed in women' s clothing, but she was somehow covering her face. There was nothing strange about this because of the strong winds and cold. Some people covered their faces, especially those with sensitive skin, but this was not the strange thing. The strange thing was this girl' s stature. This girl was

39:04 tall, very tall, about a meter 90 few women were hesitant and somewhat nervous. This woman got closer to the taxi and knocked on the window and the cab driver under the glass. Maybe the mistake the taxi driver made was asking this lady if she was Veronica, the girl who asked for the service. She immediately replied yes, but in that resounding and sewn along with other words, she said this lady as greeting him, showing him courtesy. He got in the cab, but his voice was a little scratchy. His voice was a little fake, it was like a man' s voice faking a woman' s voice. The cabbie didn' t pay attention to this and you' ll say why. Okay. We' re talking about the year two thousand twenty- three. It' s a very advanced year, so the taxi driver thought that, in effect, he was a man dressed as a woman and the taxi driver doesn' t have to judge anyone, so he just told him ok Get in, there' s no problem. The girl got up and even inside the taxi with the heating, she kept covering

40:35 part of her forehead and in that the taxi driver comes a strange smell along the way, a smell like iron, a smell like blood. The taxi driver knew it was smelly, Miss, but he hurried to take her to her destination. Maybe she was stained with something, maybe it had happened, something he didn' t want to know at all. He only wanted to do his job and halfway, just as they were going to enter a small town, a small village. This so- called Miss tells the taxi driver to take another route, take it to another destination, take the road and move on. The Texist got married, but he asks him to hear the cost of the trip is going up and tell me exactly where you' re going. The lady tells him that no matter what the money is, she ' s going to pay for it and that the distance wasn' t very sure that it would be given to him and she would tell him how high and which exit from the road he had to take. The taxi driver says that the road was a lonely road and that it took elsewhere, almost to another locality, by a very lonely road that united these two on the road had not seen any car. Only the two of them were going. This,

42:09 while the taxi driver began to worry, tried to stay calm, but this calmness faded when he saw that from the fingers of that woman who was covering her forehead a red fluid was draining, it was as if this woman was bleeding from her forehead, bleeding from her hair. He didn' t say anything. He just noticed this and kept all the tension on his client. I was driving, though. He was also very aware of what she was doing. And it was at that very moment, when they were going through that far road, when everything looked bad, that the taxi driver received a call. This time it was from a relative of that young lady, who asks her where the girl is, where Veronica is. The cabbie says I' m coming with her. Apparently there' s a change of plans, I' m taking her somewhere else. We come on such a road and it was at that very moment that he heard the news. Apparently, Veronica had lost her life. According to some neighbors, his body was lying a couple of blocks away from that stop. This family member sees him called

43:40 to the taxi driver, as those neighbors had been very alarmed and had already asked for an ambulance and he wanted to know if, perhaps they had been confused, that Veronica was well and came in the taxi. The mistake the taxi driver made was that he had this call loudly, so his passenger heard all this. Suddenly. The taxi driver heard as something quickly, moved behind him this floor brake and got off the road because of the snow. They did not hit 100% because of the snow the crash was amortized, but the blows had been very strong, especially for the back seat. The taxi driver came down, took the keys from the car and started running while listening behind him. Like the door would also open and run out something behind him.

44:46 I wasn' t bullendo, I was chasing him in the middle of nowhere. The cabbie doesn' t know how he did it to get back. It came back almost completely cold. The good news is, he was very warm. This one doesn' t know what point of the journey that strange man had stopped chasing him. Then the news came out. Veronica' s body had been found just as she had been told two blocks before that stop and if this in itself could be very horrifying and terrifying. It was the appearance of the body that drew the most attention. He was completely undressed and the scalp was no longer there. It had been removed, as had other parts of the body. Her assailant took Veronica' s clothes and her scalp to dress her or rather, dress up as a woman and spend no bera partido succeeding in sneaking out through those streets. What didn' t count is that there were certain cameras focusing on the event. It is said that the taxi driver who went up that night was nothing else, but the same

46:19 aggressor and the same executioner of that girl. The blood that spilled from his forehead and that you were covering was the veronic blood of his leather. Hairy story of a psycho you. I believe many of us would be more afraid to meet these kinds of people than, perhaps, a paranormal entity. This case was never solved, so the aggressor is still at large until today.

47:00 This first story that rips maniacs, teaches us that paranormal experiences can happen anywhere and at any time, just as it happened to this taxi driver, who is his only drawback and the culprit that he had to deal with a spectrum, which was malicious. We could say that was the decomposition of a passe car. And it turns out that this taxi driver, like many others, because his car, had to undergo those long hours of work, sometimes from when the sun rises until it gets dark, inevitably had to fail at some point. What this taxi driver didn' t know is that replacing this car, another taxi that' s going very well, in his own words, wasn' t going to be the replacement he wanted so much. This replacement, this car came as a passenger, a passenger who wasn' t alive, an entity who had appropriated this car Hi Alex. My name is Nicholas.

48:35 I am a taxi driver and I want to talk to you about an experience that happened to me relatively recently. I work for different lines. You could say these lines have different taxis you go. You ask for work here and you have to pay a daily rent from Monday to Friday to be able to work in these taxis, which are the latest cars that will rarely fail you pass. Turns out they have some backup cars. This so that when one of the main ones gets to have some inconvenience, maybe some shock maybe something that needs repair, some days, that has to be in the mechanic, some two or three days, we are given the option that, if we want to take advantage of those days, even if we want to keep working, they give us these cars. Many of these cars already have history.

49:44 They are cars that are already some years old and most of them have been cars that have crashed or had some inconvenience. They are cars that can perfectly be used, but they decided to keep them in reserve so as not to bring them much time. They' re cars that are practically old. After explaining this to you now, if my story is coming, I was bringing my car and because of the wear and tear, he had to go to the mechanic for about two days. During those two days, I was given two options. He wanted to work them out or have them free for my bad luck. Those two days were Saturday and Sunday. I paid rent from Monday to Friday, so my profit, the good profit, is on the weekend, as it did not pay rent and families tend to go to faraway places, so the passage is usually very convenient. I didn' t want to lose those days, so I asked for the line if they could give me a booking car, and so they gave it to me. Ever since I went for this cab just when I got into this one I felt a bit of a weird vibe Alex I don' t know how to explain

51:20 it, but it' s like a bad feeling had it. The moment I got into this car. I decided not to pay much attention and continued to work between the days, but I started to notice something and it was that I was fighting for people to get up. I mean, it' s not like there' s no people on the road. There were many, of course it was the weekend, but none of them made me stop and I find it strange. The cab behind me. Interestingly enough, it was always the one they stopped. It was like they didn' t want me, like they didn' t want to get in that cab. So much so that, after an hour and a half, I decided to stop at the stops, asking people if they wanted a taxi. And since they stared at me. On one occasion a gentleman already of the elderly dressed in gray suit, approached me slowly and then came to me out of the window.

52:23 I' m sorry young man, the cab' s empty. He ' s free. I told the gentleman, but of course get in. The man thanked me, opened the door and climbed as soon as he was climbing. He told me something, because people at that age usually don' t keep things. He told me to excuse me. I just thought he was busy, like I see the man he was carrying there. Back then I thought I was already wearing a ticket at the time. I stare at him and tell him but what man. He answered me the one who came back and the one who wears a hat. I' ll answer the old man, but listen, I don' t have a ticket. You' re the only one who' s gone up at the time and I think coordinating us both turned to the back seats, but we didn' t see anyone. The seats came alone completely. The old man stared at me and said excuse me. I just thought I saw someone. Perhaps it is already the sight, as you will know at this age, for almost everything fails us I only scratch me a little. I told him not to worry and we started the way, although yes, it caught my attention and the old man might have been right, he might have been confused. But the other people, the other people, why didn' t they go up. Maybe

53:58 those people saw the same thing. I was thinking about this, but I decided not to pay attention. But that' s true. All day long I had to get close to people, stop with them and ask them if they didn' t want a taxi. I noticed that the people who refused to leave with me were the young girls or women who would be between the ages of fifteen and twenty- five or twenty- six who went alone, as well as the families. And I think now that it all made sense, because obviously, if you see the taxi driver who goes in the company of another man, the young girls don' t take the taxi, since it has been known that several cases are coordinated, so, to take them, to give them an idea, that stranger with a hat. All people could see it, but I couldn' t. I was turning back to see several times through the rearview mirror and even myself, but I didn' t see anyone for that moment, maybe by 6 pm seven, I was already more than aware that I was carrying a spirit with me, that something was accompanying me. But I' ve also heard a tip before that was

55:32 that if you have a ghost, a soul, a spirit, either at home or in a car, or maybe somewhere that you' re holding on a lot, you have to act like that ghost isn' t there. You have to act like you don' t see it, because sooner or later they have to leave, but if you act like I' m there, if you pay attention to it, they grab more energy or more strength. That' s what they say, so I chose to ignore it. But everything got worse at 8: 30 p m. At that time I always spent with a man I called Don Jonah. I have a lot of time to meet him and he' s a very close person to my family.

56:22 I went with him to his misselanea. Usually, when I pass by and take passage, obviously I don' t stop, but when I don ' t bring anything, I stop with him and start talking a little bit, maybe a few twenty minutes, twenty minutes in what I take a soda and talk about different things. Interestingly, he greeted me in the distance and in that I stopped on the other side of the road. I opened the door and started walking straight towards him. I noticed something confused. As soon as I got to say hello. He told me but boy that perhaps in other passage. I answered him, but, Don Jonah, I don' t bring anyone. He looked up and told me and that person in a hat brings a man. There in the seats, bring a hat look at it I turned my eyes and looked at my taxi and there was indeed a person sitting back looking across the street. This person was all dark and it was night. Obviously, we could only see its silhouette by lighting the light of the poles that were on the road. The man was sitting inert and

57:55 it was at this moment that I was shocked or not to move. I didn' t know what to do and this was immediately detected by Don Jonah. He touched my shoulder and asked me truth that you don' t bring anyone. He told me. I answered him, Don Jonah, I don ' t bring anyone and that man I don' t know who he is. And as if that soul had listened to us, as if that spirit had known that the two of us had seen it. He already opened the door to the vehicle, stepped out of it and began to walk away and get lost. In those dark areas in which the light poles do not come to light. It was lost as if it were a shadow. Don Jonah and I only saw him in the distance and he told me you brought that thing with you. Since you got out of the cab, he' s been with you. That' s not your cab, where yours is.

59:10 I explained to him that my taxi had had a breakdown and that that car had been given to me, but only for as long as he told me ay boy for the luck that you have that taxi. He' s already bringing in a passenger, and apparently he doesn' t want to leave at the time. Don Jonah speaks to his wife and together they come to the conclusion that the car must be blessed so that that soul can leave now or minimally no longer be able to get into this one. But this was the worst decision we could have made. Everything got more violent once we sprinkled holy water on that cab. When I took the wheel again, I started moving forward. My arms trembled, but they trembled in a way that was not normal, the steering wheel moved from one side to the other with my hands on top of it, but I was not the one who moved it.

1:00:24 It was like a totally invisible hand. From time to time I pulled behind the wheel, I had to drive very hard trying to keep the steering wheel fixed, because no more suddenly I felt like they pulled it, either to the left or to the right. I was afraid, as I was about to crash several times. I had decided that it would be best to return to my home at that time, but when I was already back, a lady and her son stopped me. The boy climbed up in the back seats, as he was carrying like a mini toy track and wanted to go play with it. The lady sat on the co- pilot' s seat, as the track occupied most of the space and there was no room left for her. In a way they see them boarding. The taxi gave me some peace of mind, and if a mother and her son got in for obvious reasons, that silhouette couldn' t be seen anymore. A mother and her son don' t get in any cab unless this one comes all alone.

1:01:45 The lady gave me the address and I continued the journey. She came quietly, the boy was playing. I had played music more than anything to have something to distract myself with, since he flew himself. I kept moving. Suddenly. I notice that the child is talking to someone and that someone is kind of starting to say ugly things to the child, as he starts to cry and goes immediately with his mother, as any child would be an eight or nine- year- old. I calculate it approximately and what the child says to the mother leaves me even colder than I was already. And the kid tells Mom, please, we have to get off. Get me out of this cab. Get me out of this cab. I want to get off. I repeated it and repeated it with tears in my eyes. The mother asks him, but what do you have why you want to get off.

1:02:51 The boy tells him that the man who comes back is telling me some very ugly things. His face is very ugly and he' s telling me he' s gonna crash the cab, that if we don' t get off, he' s gonna take us to him. Please. Put me down, Mom, get me out of this cab. The lady didn' t know what to say. He just stared at me and looked at the seat. She couldn' t see anything. He kept repeating to his son that there was no one there. The kid' s totally upset. He passed the seat with his mother and luckily managed to more or less stabilize him until he got home. I left them there and only drove like a block and stopped. The cab turned it off and I got out of it.

1:03:47 I immediately spoke to the line. I told them I had a mishap, that the taxi didn' t want to turn on that if, please, they could send me a tow truck to take it, I opened the chest and disconnected the pile on purpose more than anything, so that they wouldn' t have an excuse not to take it away. Once they took him away, I walked back to my house and even though the next day, Sunday I was told that the taxi was ready. I flatly refused to use it again. I didn' t want to get in that car. I waited for mine to be returned until the next day. On Monday I never touched that taxi again, because this one looks like he already owns it and I hope that the taxi driver who manages to drive it again doesn' t make him angry like I did, because this spirit almost makes him have an accident.

1:04:53 Thank you for listening to my story for the following experience, or, rather, experiences come from a single person, but this person, like many other Mexicans or Latin Americans, follows the professions or trades that his parents have had. This person is a young man, a boy, and the experiences they want to tell us happened to him and his father. We could say what your father heard about that experience. The important thing here is to point out that, as well as truck drivers, watchers and police, taxi drivers also have rules. Or beyond rules, they are suggestions, suggestions that they themselves give themselves, as popularly known among taxi drivers and more recently ubers being straight commit hearing certain colonies, especially at night, because they may suffer from crime. But what about stops or certain places a taxi driver doesn' t have to stop. And this is not for crime, but because it is

1:06:24 said that the passenger you take from there can be a passenger who is not alive, It may be that you approach a wandering soul that is on the very interesting road to listen. Like their stories, one happens in a cemetery and the other on a highway. I hope you enjoy it. My name is MiguelÁngel Sanchez. These two stories, one coming from me and the other from my father. We' ve both been taxi drivers. It' s a job that' s coming or not. He' s been with us for a long time, and with this of course, paranormal stories are also coming. I will tell you that taxi drivers tell certain stories that have to be taken into account, especially for younger people, for those Texists who are just entering this world often make many mistakes, for example, going to colonies that are very dangerous going at dawn or at night. For obvious reasons.

1:07:50 This results in being mugged, taken away from their car, taken away from them. And this kind of thing is what you are learning the bad way after so many years driving a car or also from advice from seniors. Pass it turns out that they also have sayings. But a more paranormal dye. It is said that you do not have to lift people at the entrances of the pantheons, especially at night, since they may not be passengers of flesh and blood. For you to understand me better it may be that the passenger is not even alive. And this was something that happened to me twice.

1:08:45 I have to make it clear to you that I had gone up a lot of people at the entrances to the pantheons, especially on the summer days and in November. There are many people who go to pantheons, couples families, to visit Granny, Granny, or the mother or father who birthdays the deceased. Of course there' s nothing paranormal about this, but there was a time when I was going through this pantheon and I see a person.

1:09:27 She was a woman dressed completely in white. This woman stopped me. I stopped as usual and heard clearly how the door was opened and even how the car plunged, as when someone sat down the woman closed the door behind her and then remained absolutely silent. I was waiting for him to tell me, for two where he was taking her, what her fate was. But the lady didn' t answer me. Obviously, I asked you, Miss, where you want me to take you anyway you wouldn' t answer me.

1:10:16 It was up to this point that I turn around and ask you, Miss, where you want that. And I just stood there because there was no one in the back seats. I turned towards the sidewalk, towards the pantheon, towards the road. Everything was just completely uninhabited and I had only heard the door close. I hadn' t heard it open. If that woman had run away, I would have heard it. It was kind of weird. His white skin was abnormal and either he or he saw white people, Güerite people, but the skin tone of that woman was even paler. And I think this is what they have in common, because this not only happened to me once, but twice when I turned around and asked them to tell me what their fate was. That woman who was mostly dressed entirely in white or totally in black, disappeared. I have noticed that these apparitions, if you have the bad luck to find them, are always late at night and

1:11:48 are always when the entrance of the pantheon is alone. Only this woman is going to be waiting there is no other person. There is a belief that at night, when there is no one, the deceased leave their graves. Another story I want to tell you. It didn' t happen to me and, to be frank, it didn' t happen to my father either. But it' s a story my father told me. Whether you start with witches or when we were even counting among the family paranormal experiences. This is more of a legend, and even though I' ve been on your channel for a few months, I haven' t heard you relate it.

1:12:41 So here I give it to you. My father tells this story that is said to be told a lot among taxi drivers and that is like another warning. You do not have to lift more than anything for your safety to anyone who is on a highway, on a bridge or somewhere on the road, which is not a stop, a designated stop for public transport. It could be understood that this was said for security reasons. It' s dangerous to stop at a place that isn' t a stop more than anything because it could cause an accident. And there are people who know this, especially on the highways. But, however, there are taxi drivers who don' t know this. And back to the previous point. There are very young taxi drivers who are going into this world and obviously many of these things don' t know them, so maybe out of ignorance or maybe because if they knew, but they hadn' t caught a single passage. Throughout the afternoon they take risks and during the night, which is when this happens, they take

1:14:13 the passenger they see on the highway making them stop almost immediately. When the taxi stops, the passenger doesn' t even go up and tell him where he goes or how much he charges, two questions that are very everyday. When you stop a taxi, it is said that this taxi driver stopped and his taxi was arrived by an elderly man, not that old, but old. This man estimates that he would be a few seventy years old, little or little less, dressed in a suit a very well ironed suit, very well washed with a colony. You could tell he was a refined man, we could say, or maybe he was on his way to a party or dinner. This man got on, gave the young man good night and once they were on their way, they had already left the highway, he told him their destination was a house. Not too far or too close they still had some time to get there. The man, as if having a sympathy,

1:15:44 as if he were very nice, began to talk to that young man and, obviously, this taxi driver followed the game. They began to talk about their family, about the things in their daily lives, about different subjects. The lord told him that he had daughters and that these were called a marten another Diana and in history. In this legend the names vary, but they are always two names of daughters or sons. After so much, talking along the way and even being said that the young man was liking him.

1:16:30 I was seeing him more as a friend because of the various counsels that this lord had given him, as with age come experiences and also much wisdom. Just as he gets to the house, this man gets off and gives him an apology. The young man explains that he has no cash, but that he will enter the house and ask his daughter to wait there for about five minutes, about ten minutes maximum and he will go out to give him the money. The young man liked you so much. But also this gentleman who says yes go there is no problem. I' m waiting for you This gentleman thanks you and walks away. What this young man thought was that this man was going to a dinner or a party is corroborated, as he sees many people inside. He' ll be in the yard, lots of people standing, but the strange thing is that he doesn' t listen to music, he doesn' t listen to any fuss, he doesn' t listen to conversational laughter. He only sees people standing and others sitting from one side to the other, man enters among all these people and gets lost in the

1:18:04 crowd. The boy in the taxi waits two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen and even twenty, twenty- five minutes. Obviously, he ' s already desperate and wonders what happened to that gentleman. You could tell he was a man of his word. I can' t believe he left me hanging here, so neither short nor lazy gets out of his cab and gets into the party. He thought, maybe he forgot, maybe he had a mishap. I wanted to know what happened to him. Sir, when he enters the so- called party and goes into the so- called guests, he realizes that most of these are dressed in dark clothing as if it were a wake. I talk a lot to this man and he remembers the name of the daughters at least one, so once he' s in the crowd, he asks several people to hear me apologize. You know Mrs Marta is the daughter of Ochente. This older man had told him his name was Vincent, but they called him Chente. His quest quickly paid off. Several

1:19:39 people pointed to the alleged daughter of this man, from this chente. Approaching her and explaining her situation, the girl gets confused. She was about thirty - three years old, thirty- four years old. She' s confused and, above all, very hurt. His eyes were swollen. She had an emaciated appearance, as if this woman had been crying, but crying and crying for a long time. She replies, but, young man, my father, he can' t owe you any career because he' s not here. The young taxi driver, a little confused, asks him, but how come he' s not here? I brought it. He came through that door, I brought him here to this house. He told me he was going out for about ten minutes to pay me. Marta tells him again.

1:20:45 No, Young man, my father, he can' t see any career, because he' s already passed away. This is his funeral. We' re watching him. These words. The taxi driver falls like a bucket of cold water and doesn' t agree with the daughter' s words. He goes and makes sure that it is indeed the wake of that man. Perhaps this was something he might regret later, as he approached the coffin that open casket in which people passed one by one to say goodbye and saw an ochente. There was that man in the same clothes, that refined, lying, inert clothes. This was enough for the taxi driver to shoot out of there and go screaming wheel where he came from. It is said that you don' t have to lift people on highways or bridges, as it ' s not very safe places that people there mostly travel through these places, maybe because they don' t have any other choice or because it made them

1:22:19 easy. Mostly they lose their lives because there is no marking, because there is no stool. Most of the time they end up taking different cars and thus losing their lives. That man had lost his life on that highway and just from that place where he had suffered that accident, he took a taxi and took him home. People who lose their lives in this way, their souls are not easy on this world and this story is yet another proof of it.