ALMAS EN PENA, El Llanto De Un Bebé En El Cementerio Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Note from Adriana Cuevas. There are many stories and testimonies about the existence of souls in distress. Beings who, for some personal cause, roam in a state of suffering, anger, discontent, or perhaps some unresolved matter. They are spirits who have not found peace after death. With the advancement of technology, it has been possible to capture these paranormal phenomena in different ways, whether with movement of objects, without anyone being close as ethereal figures that are seen as fogish appearances in mirrors or reflections in crystals. Perhaps you can say that nothing has ever happened to you, but those souls are closer than you imagine.

0:55 We just started soul in sorrow. Pantheons have always caught my attention. Since I was little, my mother took me to her parents' grave to fix it with a certain frequency, my mother was in charge of cleaning the tombstone sweep around the tomb, throwing the dried flowers and replacing them with new ones, as well as putting clean water on them, so I had a special affection for that somber place. While she was doing the cleaning work, I was working on plucking the herbs that were born around my grandparents' grave.

1:37 It was a custom my mother inherited from me. She said it was a way to honor the memory of our deceased beings. The affection was shown until after the death in the house that was my grandparents lived my mom and I. She was a single mother, so I never met my father. In the cemetery where my grandparents were buried was in the pantheon of Mezquitan, which was divided into two sections. The tomb was in the second section after Avenida Enrique Díaz de León. Currently there are no spaces available for sale, unless some owner decides to remove the remains of his deceased and put the tomb on sale by my mother. She had two brothers who had gone to work in the United States. We saw them infrequently they had already married in that country and had formed their families. My mother' s two brothers told her that she could keep the house, as they had no intention of returning to Mexico, so everything that belonged to my grandparents was left to my mother.

2:49 It was the way they found themselves to support her, because she only had her parents and me. I have a vague memory of when my grandparents died, first of all my father became ill. It was the way I had to tell Grandpa, since he was my father figure. He was the first to die. Two years later, my grandmother died of cardiac arrest. It was painful to stay alone in a large house, but over time we adapted. At first, my mom was the one who went out every day to work to get the two of my two uncles living on the other side, sent money for my grandparents' maintenance, but when they died, the support ended. After I studied a technical career, I went to work and asked my mom to stay home. She did, but she kept selling food in the garage. She was telling me she couldn' t just do anything, so with what she earned at home and what I got at work, we lived well. I worked as a secretary in a law firm. To get to the offices he took public transport. It lasted about 45 minutes to get to the workplace. I liked the route of the truck I was taking because every day I went through Mezquitan' s pantheon. In a way, I kept my grandparents' memory alive. Anyway, every weekend my mother and I

4:24 went to visit them. I remember starting to notice my mom getting better. In a month she lost weight very quickly and noticed her very tired. In a short time, his physique and mind began to wreak havoc. He noticed it because in such insignificant details he was wrong, as when he left the stove light on for longer. I started to notice a burning smell. When I got out of my room, the food was burned. Another time I got back from work. I saw the lights on all over the house, as well as the door open. I looked inside for her without being able to find her. I was already going to look for her when I saw her coming she greeted me with a smile without realizing that I had forgotten to close the door and turn off the lights. He only told me that he had gone for a while for a walk, but he got confused with the streets and took longer than he thought. Without waiting any longer, I scheduled an appointment with the doctor who attended my grandparents. Ever since the doctor saw her, he didn' t like my mom' s extreme thinness, as he knew her for many years immediately, sent her to do the relevant studies and the diagnosis was overwhelming. My mom had cancer because of that in such a short time she lost weight. Since we had the results and the doctor ' s opinion, she started walking through the hospital in and out sometimes for

5:57 a day or two, but there were times when she was put in for a week at work. I was very patient, I was given the required permissions as long as I fulfilled my responsibilities. It was a difficult time because I didn' t have a close family support network, although my uncles helped me pay for a nurse to take care of her the days I wasn' t able to take care of her. The disease process lasted more than a year, between high and low of my mother, until the last day of July, my mother died in the morning. It may be hard to say, but by that time I already preferred that she rest only from seeing her as she suffered from the pain. I didn' t want to see her suffer so much anymore. I can' t deny that his death hurt me very much, as he was my only close relative. On the day of his funeral, I felt like it wasn' t me. I had my conscience asleep and I didn' t realize what was really going on in the wake- up chapel. I was absent as if trying to think that wasn ' t happening to me. My uncles came from the United States, but they stayed a few days because their work commitments didn' t allow them to stay any longer. In the cemetery we were accompanied by the people who knew my mother, as well as some friends of my work. It was a

7:30 long and painful farewell. While I saw the way my mom' s coffin was being introduced, I couldn' t think of anything. I don' t know why I got distracted by another one of the graves that were nearby. I saw a woman doing the same ritual as my mother and I were doing when we were going to clean my grandparents' grave, I watched everything the unknown woman did. I think I wanted to relive those moments with my mom and stay on nothing at that time, although it was a matter of cleaning a tomb where my grandparents lay, which I so much wanted was a way to keep my mom together and that memory I wanted to preserve forever.

8:15 One of my uncles moved me by telling me I could give my mother the last words. We still stayed a while longer in the cemetery, because one of my mom' s friends who went with her every day to Mass wanted to pray the rosary. I didn' t want to be there any longer, but I stayed out of respect for the lady For as long as we were there, I couldn' t stop seeing that woman in the grave. I never understood why, in those difficult times, I was distracted by something so simple. I was not even repeating each of the prayers in a moment when I was distracted by turning to that tomb, the woman was no longer there. It was hard to get to my house and find it empty.

9:00 I knew I had to get used to being without her, but I couldn ' t get over it soon. My uncles stayed with me for a few days to keep me company and support me in my mourning, but to me they meant little known people, as I saw them very little, although they behaved with great familiarity and attention. Those days when they were with me somehow. I was able to cope with my mom' s absence. When my uncles left, all the weight of loneliness fell on me During the nights I couldn' t sleep myself. I was asleep the first few hours of the night, but from two or three in the morning, the dream was leaving me to try to accept the loss of my mother. There were times when I left the house very early and arrived at the cemetery, but there were days when I didn' t open it in time and left without seeing it.

9:56 That' s why I preferred to stay in the cemetery after work, although sometimes it was complicated because I had to finish all my earrings and when I was passing by I was already closed the days that I didn' t have any problems were Saturdays and Sundays, so I spent some time of the day being there and it was not easy to accept their loss. In one of the times I went to my mother’ s grave, I did not see that woman who was often close with great curiosity I approached the tomb to see who it was. On the tombstone was inscribed the name of angel A Mendez. He had a legend that said we will always remember them with great affection they will be together until eternity. It was a very peculiar phrase, since it was not a single person to whom he died, but two.

10:48 It was marked as the date of birth and death one thousand nine hundred and twenty- one to one thousand nine hundred and forty- two, so the woman died very young twenty- one years old. I was looking at the tomb, which was also very clean and well- kept, despite the years that had already passed. Suddenly I heard the crying of a baby I heard it far away. I turned around hoping to find the mother with her son, but there was no one around and it was normal for the cemetery to be alone was Sunday morning. The night watchman had just opened it. When I got there, I walked away from the grave a little strange. I didn' t know where that crying came from, which in a few minutes stopped listening. I went back to my mother' s grave. I sat on the slab very close to his grave. There was a leafy tree that provided a great shade. It might seem a little strange, but I felt comfortable in that desolate and quiet place. Only in that place did she find some peace and quiet that she had lost since the day she died. In those thoughts, I didn' t realize. When the woman who visited the tomb that I had seen arrived almost every day, I sat at the discretion of observing what she was doing. He cleaned the place with meticulous care and then made a prayer. I assumed it because he was putting his hands together

12:18 to prepare himself to pray from the place where he was. He couldn' t hear what he was praying right away, deposited a toy, and left after he left I came to see what he left on the slab. It was a small red car that made it very strange for me to put on a toy, since the buried person was a woman, to prevent other people from taking the gift. I hid it behind the tombstone, as on other occasions I had noticed that there were people coming and picking something up, even though I hadn' t paid as much attention to it that day, and I assumed that some people would take the toy home, because when I was in that woman' s grave I didn' t see anything around. Again I began to hear the baby crying. It was funny that he heard it without seeing anyone around. I walked around to try and find out where a mother was with her son, but again I didn' t find them.

13:18 The crying was not annoying because it was heard far away. I even thought that maybe on the other side of the cemetery fence on the sidewalk, some woman was passing by with her son. It was the only logical explanation I found. When the sun changed position and the shade of the tree was no longer enough not to feel warm, I said goodbye to my mother and my grandparents with the promise that the next day I would be with them again. I went back through the stranger' s grave. I looked to see if the little red toy was still there, but there was nothing. I started looking for him, and I was sure I left him behind the tombstone.

14:03 I stayed for a few minutes trying to understand what happened, but I couldn ' t. I left the cemetery without knowing what was going on. At night it was the hardest thing of the day. Very often I woke up feeling a desolation that was hard to explain. Suddenly the baby' s crying was heard. I didn' t know what was going on or why I was listening. I was awake until dawn without knowing where the crying came from. Upon arriving at the office, one of my co- workers noticed me with shiners and tired. I told him what was going on in the cemetery and the tomb, where that woman also went with the same frequency as I did. I never thought my friend would take it in another way, because she thought it was all because I was affected by my mother' s death, it was true, but not the way she suspected, because she made an appointment with a tanatologist who is the grief specialist. If it was okay to go to therapy with her, even though I didn' t think I was going to remove the doubts I had about Angela' s grave. I went to the specialist when I told her all the details I' d seen.

15:22 She suggested that I go to the psychiatrist to prescribe medication for depression and schizophrenia, that is, she thought my problem was mental. I stopped going to the tanatologist without warning or informing my friend. Finally, neither of them understood what he was saying to them. Again I heard the baby crying at my house the next few days of the week. The same thing never happened to me again, nor could I go to the cemetery. The workload was very heavy and he left work very late every day. Next weekend I went to clean my mother' s grave. The woman I saw often had already arrived before me, again carrying a gift and leaving it on the slab.

16:11 I approached him to suggest that he put it somewhere else, because after she left someone took it away. It wasn' t fair that they did. I was doing a very low act where people stole a gift from a deceased. She smiled at my comment telling me that no one could take her son ' s gift because he was the one who picked him up and took him away to play. It was rather strange to hear her with a trembling voice. He told me he started taking a car to his son and he realized he liked it. That' s why I brought him a diary and did it so he wouldn' t cry so much, because when he got bored of being inside it was when he cried. His words left me bewildered.

16:57 It was true that a baby cried, but I didn' t understand why he said he was angry in that place. I wanted to keep talking to her, but she left, though quickly. I looked all over for her without finding her I saw how far the watchman walked to the entrance. I approached him to ask him about the woman in the tomb, whose tombstone had the name Angela. The watchman asked me if I had noticed what the tombstone said. I said it was the first thing I saw. In fact, I wanted to ask the woman why there was a woman’ s man and not that of a child, since, as she told me inside, the body of her son was buried. No, things aren' t the way you think they are. He told me the wakeman. The woman you saw was Angela, the same one inside the tomb. The words of the watchman seemed a lie to me. It wasn' t possible she could have seen a dead woman and talked to her. The man kept telling me that she had died when she was pregnant. As she was told, she was already about to give birth when the pregnancy was complicated by a blow that her husband gave her in the womb, when she reproached her for the money spent on alcohol, because there was not enough for food and the necessary things inside the home They said Angela' s husband was so upset that he continued to beat her. When the neighbors heard their screams, they came to their aid.

18:33 But it was too late because on the way from the ambulance to the hospital, she died, as did the man' s son. Nothing else was known. He disappeared so he wouldn' t lose all the weight of justice. What the watchman told me seemed hard to believe, but the proof was evident. I had only one question about why she took a toy to her son and said that he played with the gifts his mother brought him. The man. He said he didn' t know that. I didn' t understand why she was doing that, let alone that her soul and that of the Baby were hurting long ago. Some women brought a priest to pray for the eternal rest of those two souls in sorrow and others also made a chain of prayers for Angela to stop appearing. At first, he thought that everything he did had worked, because he stopped seeing himself for several years, like three years or so. But she took a surprise when I told her that I saw her It was sad to think that their souls were restless, even though she didn' t know how to help them either. Finally, I asked him if at night they would also walk out of the tomb. The watchman replied that he did before. You could see in the distance a silhouette of a woman carrying something. He believed that it was the baby and that

20:07 more than once he heard the baby crying as if he was in a lot of pain because he was crying without ceasing. But, as you told me earlier, I already had some time when that didn' t happen. Besides, he' s never been talking to anyone before. She was the first person to tell him that. The man no longer wanted to talk to me. He told me that he had a lot to do on the other side of the pantheon, because they were in the process of exhuming bodies from the graves of those people who no longer paid the expenses of owning a property. I was left with more doubts than answers. I sat down for a moment in the grave. I couldn' t give credit to everything the man told me. I was about to leave. When I heard the crying again I looked around again, without snr entering anyone, although now I already knew where it came from. By placing my hand on the slab of the grave, I could feel the vibration of the sound of baby crying was true. The sound came from inside the tomb. Immediately I got scared, I went to my mother' s grave and stood for an instant without knowing what to do or what to think. But the crying was still present. I took my stuff and left the place. Not only was I distressed by the idea of seeing a dead woman, but there was something worse that worried me a lot.

21:37 If that poor soul wandered in this world, like his son, what would become of my mother' s soul, perhaps she also had the possibility to see me, as well as to realize everything she did the following days. She was attentive to that tomb where Angela saw, without her suddenly appearing. I felt the presence of him someone behind my back. At the same time I heard the baby crying. I was almost sure it was about her and that' s why I didn' t want to turn around, but that feeling wasn' t taken away from me with much fear. I turned around to see who it was, it was Angela. She was carrying her baby in her arms. The little one cried in a pitiful way. While she was looking at me desperate, she wanted to tell me something. She looked across the cemetery. I looked where she was looking, too. The candlelight was accompanied by two men with a digging tool. When I turned to look for her, she was already gone. My first attempt was to run for it and I did it between the tombs, the mausoleums and the leafy trees. But I heard the scream of the watchman who asked me what I was doing. Without thinking, I could only say that I had seen her and where she had gone. The gravediggers only laughed at me. The watchman told me I couldn' t keep watching Angela anymore. She had to pray

23:11 to the Virgin to help her find her way to the light, because not only she wandered in a world that did not belong to her, but also brought her baby with her. And that wasn' t fair to either of us. The words of the watchman surprised me. I' m sure it was because he was more than used to dealing with these kinds of circumstances, I didn' t answer the watchman. It only occurred to me to ask why those men came with the tool. The caretaker replied that Angela' s remains were to be exhumed because more than five years had passed and no one had paid the taxes, nor did any family members visit her. Because of the impression I had, as well as nervousness, I did not think to ask how much the tax debt went up to pay and to find a way to help that poor woman achieve peace, as she suffered in life and died of the irresponsibility of a man who was perhaps alive. The watchman, in the face of my silence, gave the order to the gravemen to begin removing the slabs and exhuming the body. I didn' t know it took me to stay there. Perhaps it was the curiosity to know if Angela' s body and her Baby were inside, because a few moments earlier she had seen them with the experience men had. In a few minutes the coffin began to rise. The watchman asked me to retire a little and cover my nose and

24:45 mouth with a handkerchief. Since I had nothing within my reach, he lent me an extra paliacate that he had in his pants bag. I never knew if it was right to see the moment when they were doing the excu of a body, but I kept seeing myself without anyone telling me anything. The instant they opened the box, I expected a horrible smell, but we all got a surprise when we saw the body in a state of decomposition less than it should have had by now. She grabbed her belly and inside the drawer were all the toys Angela brought to her little one. We are speechless before such a fact. I told the watchman not to exhume the body, so it was with his spirit. The man also agreed. He would have to comment on the matter before the respective authorities in order for them to take action on the matter. I couldn' t get out of my impact. I could know Angela how she really was in life and believe me she was exactly the same as the one I had seen. I was around Angela' s grave for a while. The las, las, las? Las? The competent frightful decided to leave his body inside the coffin and that he would not be exhumed again. It was the right action, but I still had a doubt. What he saw in the drawer corroded by time and the humidity of the earth was his body, but what he had seen was his spirit.

26:19 What happened to your baby' s soul that couldn' t rest. The answer was soon to arrive. On the first night of that day they tried to remove Angela' s body. The crying of a baby woke me up. I kept an eye on myself without getting out of bed. I knew it was about her, but I didn' t understand what she wanted from me or why she was looking for me. If I had only been an inadvertent witness to the facts, I had nothing to do about it. I got out of my confusion. When I heard the closest cry as if covering myself with the blanket, I could solve all the problems, I completely covered my whole body. I felt cornered. When the disturbing crying was inside my room with caution, I went uncovering myself trying to keep that being from realizing that I had already awakened. There she was standing with her baby in her arms. As she stared at me her pale face and her slender body held up that little little body that wept all of a sudden, not knowing what she wanted, she laid the baby crying on the bed with the fear in my skin, and I stood up behind the bed in carelessness. I was no longer gone, but the baby, or the baby' s spirit, was still crying, I didn' t have the courage to approach the little

27:49 one. I stayed in bed not knowing what to do. With great care I got up and went to the living room. I was walking from one side to the other, until I no longer listened to the cry carefully. I looked in my room. There was nothing there. The baby was gone. That puzzled me more that night I was no longer able to sleep in the face of any external noise I heard. I was startling. Angela never showed up again that night. In the morning I managed to go back to my job. As I passed through the cemetery, I felt a strange feeling with what I saw the other day. I no longer felt that place as my mother' s home. I stopped going for several days, as I was afraid to meet Angela again because she was a pitiful soul who could not have rest in the office. I didn' t dare say anything to my partner. She noticed my tiredness and distraction. I preferred to remain silent because now I was sure it wasn' t about going to unfriendly therapies, although I couldn' t live with Angela and the Baby either. Back from the office, I got off the truck downtown. I intended to help that mother ’ s spirit, but as I had no idea how to do so, I arrived at an esoteric shop with difficulty. I told what was happening to

29:22 me. The person who attended me was a young woman. I thought by her youth she could be inexperienced, but on the contrary she was very kind to tell me that what happened to her mother and her son was that her spirits could not rest because of the way they died. Apparently, she felt guilty because her son was not born and her body was incorrupt for many reasons, although it had nothing to do with sanctification. As many people believed, the phenomenon was strange. The young lady sold me some incense candlelights with a special smell. He told me how to do the rituals before I went to sleep and mainly to pray for her at night so that her soul could find the peace I needed. The first night I did everything the girl told me to do. As I prayed, I sensed a soft aroma of flowers.

30:22 It was as if a gentle breeze came into the house. I got up to close the window of the room, but that smell persisted for a while. Before I went to sleep, I also prayed for the eternal rest of my mother' s soul. At that point, I no longer knew if his spirit was resting. That night there was neither any crying nor any appearance. It was hard for me to sleep well, but when I did everything, I was calm. The following nights the same thing happened. I began to trust that the ritual had taken effect and that Angela' s soul had crossed the threshold between life and death. The next weekend I dared to go clean my mother' s grave. I stayed with him for a while.

31:15 Before I left, I went to Angela' s grave. It was a weird feeling. What she felt was a stranger who lived in another time, but somehow I could know her and know about her tragedy. I made a simple prayer to say goodbye definitely to her. But before I left I heard again that crying that paralyzed me. It wasn' t possible for him to pursue me again. He had already done what was within my reach and his soul could not yet rest. I rushed away from the grave and headed towards the exit. It was by chance that I met the night watchman again.

31:59 He recognized me, which was why I was in such a hurry. He told me that those souls who have wandered through time were difficult to break with the cycle. The best thing was not to move other spirits, because they could be evil and then I would face some being who wanted to harm me. The words of the watchman instead of comforting me, gave me more fear. I went back to the same young woman at the esoteric shop. I told her that the ritual served for several days, but that once again she had manifested herself I wanted her to help me bring that spirit into sorrow toward eternal rest. The girl surprised me again with what she told me, as the souls in sorrow reflected deep aspects of the human condition, such as repentance, guilt, pain, the need for forgiveness. And if that spirit had not hurt me, surely it was because there was some aspect of his unsolved life. It was what kept her stuck in this world. He indicated a different ritual for me to perform. I bought him everything he needed to do.

33:13 At night I did the ritual, but this time it didn' t work. From the beginning. While I was asleep, I was awakened by a cold air entering my room. She was the one standing on the side of the bed. I got so scared again, I almost fell out of bed. That deep and sad look on the pale face, bearing also the spirit of a baby, was not pleasant at all. She stared at me. He tried to put the baby in my bed, but I yelled at him not to, to leave my house and leave me alone. I wasn ' t the right person to help her get out of my life forever.

33:55 What I did was an act generated by fear. I was thinking I couldn ' t live like this anymore and I could only hear it as an object. I would fall to the side of my bed and turn to the sound, but upon returning my gaze to that apparition, she disappeared. The next day I warned at work that I felt indisposed. As soon as I heard the church bells, I went straight to talk to the priest. The temple was just opening it. I sat on a bench waiting for the father. I haven' t been to church in a long time, except when it was my mother' s present body mass. As soon as I saw the father, I approached him desperately. I told him everything that happened to me.

34:43 The man touched my shoulder asking me to calm down. At that time he was going to officiate the Mass, told me to stay and pray for the mother and her son. In the end he' d come with me to my house. I didn' t know if it was very much my need to be heard and to be understood without passing judgment, but the priest ' s voice and his words calmed me down. I was at Mass asking for the rest of Angela' s soul and her son. As for the Mass she finished, the father approached me, told me that he was going to go to my house to bless her. We walked away as the priest told me about his childhood and his people and strange things happened there too.

35:27 The souls in sorrow told me, those who for some human reason were left unable to leave and were detained in the space of the living. All they asked for was help. So we had to find the motive that had it here, although we also had to take into account that the dark evil beings were present and that sometimes they did not allow them to leave for the Kingdom of Light. I was surprised that the priest had no prejudice about what he saw. On the contrary. On the way to my house he told me of some strange situations he witnessed when he lived in his village. We followed the talk until we entered the house. As soon as we arrived, the priest told me that there was something inside without any preamble. He began to pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe, the Holy Spirit and Jesus. At the same time, he watered holy water everywhere. When the father went through the whole house with his prayer and blessings. He left me in a small jar a little holy water. Before leaving he told me that the little one Angela carried was probably a born or unborn baby, so he didn' t have the sacrament of baptism. It might be possible that she was being held for her son. If she ever appeared to me again, I had to baptize the little one in God’ s name. I wasn' t able to

36:57 do it, I wasn' t even going to mass and or or or or or was the person to give baptism to the little one. He had to. I stopped all upset, as I remembered that if Angela showed up again she would do it in the morning, so I couldn' t go for the father. A little resigned, I told her she was fine. Just to explain to me how to do it the father had no problem telling me and right away. He left because he had to go to visit the sick, to be with the priest and to tell me that the apparitions of souls occurred everywhere and in all times. It gave me peace of mind.

37:37 In addition, she had already given me another possible solution in case Angela appeared again with her son. Either way in the house. I felt that I could breathe better and that the bad energies were gone. I felt so good that I prepared to cook something good to eat. I had a long time that I didn' t. Yeah, well, I went to get some rest to watch a movie. The tiredness of so many sleepless days made yours. I fell deeply asleep on the sofa in the living room with the TV on, I didn' t know what time it was when the baby cry woke me up in. The first thing I thought was that it didn' t serve the ritual that the father had done either, and that, like the woman in the store is soterical, they had only given me hope that everything was going to end. At that moment I remembered the holy water left to me by the priest. I went after her and looked where Angela was.

38:37 To say it sounds like it was very easy to face her, although, as the father told me, it was not a dark being who wanted to hurt me because I had already done it. On the contrary, I was looking for something special, but I was still afraid. That night was hard. I was very afraid, as not only did Angela show up with her baby and I was afraid that it was already a lot to meet in the dark and alone completely in the house. It gave me a horrible dread. I remembered the priest' s words as a last resort. I went to get the bottle of holy water and went to get Angela' s soul. The crying came from my room. So, convinced I decided to do it with great fear and trembling. I got close to the door of my room. Suddenly the baby' s crying stopped everything was completely silent. With great caution, I went into the room. There she was hugging her son, but her face was disfigured. He turned his head to the other side of the room. A black entity was there with all its power, because as soon as it saw me, it made a horrible sound that raised my skin. I almost ran out of the place, but there was something that made me stop shaking. I began to say the words the father taught me, but I had not finished doing so when that lens fell upon me in

40:07 all I thought was to make the sign of the cross with the holy water, but that being passed over me. Just the moment he did. I felt for an instant a series of negative feelings. When I looked at Angela, I immediately went with her from a distance, gave the blessing to her son and baptized him. In an instant. Everything disappeared Angela, her son and that dark entity I was sitting on the floor. I don' t know how long I ran out of thoughts and energy when I started getting out of the state I was in. I saw in the rest of the house that that evil being left shattered in his path. I wanted to think it was all over, but at that point I wasn' t sure about anything anymore, so I sat on the couch waiting for everything to happen, but nothing happened. The rest of the night was calm as soon as dawn, I set out to get ready to go to work. I didn' t feel like doing it, but I couldn' t miss another day. I went along the known route and saw the cemetery. In my turn, I was no longer the same as when I was going with my mother, but I was sure of something. It was the resting place of the dead, but not of all. Upon my return from work, I went to the parish to talk to the priest and told him everything that happened. He listened to me thoughtfully nodding I asked him what had happened. The father’ s

41:44 theory was that the baby lacked baptism to enter heaven and that perhaps an evil being tried to take it away because he was not baptized and his mother cared for him all the time. It was very likely that these two souls were now resting in peace closing soul. I used public transport from my city to move to my place of work. At that time he worked in a company that was engaged in the production of biscuits and biscuits. He was a maintenance worker, so he did all kinds of activities within the organization. There were times when I had to stay longer because I had to do some electrical repairs or some other complications that could not be postponed those days when I left later from work the company paid me the service of a taxi or an uber only on occasions when the light train extended its schedule for holidays in the city was when I used it at eleven o' clock or until twelve o' clock at night. It was on one of those occasions that the bathroom water supply pipe broke because the facilities were already old. A little before my shift ended, the manager sent for me to call the women' s bathroom was completely

43:15 flooded, so I had to stay to work overtime. My house was on the other side of the city, but the light train left me very close. I was just walking a few blocks and I was already in my house. Previously I had a girlfriend, but we didn' t understand each other and everyone took their way so I lived with my dog Tobby fixing the pipe was a little more complicated than I thought. It took me longer than my estimate, so I left the company too late. It was almost midnight. My supervisor left me the money to take a cab, but I preferred to keep that money and walk to the light train station. On the way I noticed the streets were empty. So far they heard the screams of the people who were at the auditorium event. A famous artist had appeared, so when I entered the station she was completely desolate, contrary to what I expected.

44:16 There was no one inside. There was only one woman with thin complexion and long hair up to the VI waist. When she looked at me, I tried to smile and be friendly, but she immediately evaded me within a few minutes. He left the other side of the platform. It was empty because it was the last station there, so it barely started its journey as soon as the car opened its doors. VI When the woman got into another one of the wagons, I had the urge to go to the wagon she got into, but I didn' t do it to not scare her. Then I' d think I was stalking her and it wasn' t like that.

44:57 I just wanted to start a conversation with her from where I sat I could see her. She had sat in the middle of the car, so we were both in sight. Suddenly she looked up shy, while I kept looking at her at every station. The train stopped, but a strange case was there was no one else on the platforms, so the train continued its journey with only two passengers. After passing the Mezquitan station, the train was still on the underground side of the street, while it was still in motion. There were a few seconds when the light went out immediately. I turned around to see how she was, but, to my surprise, I wasn ' t in the car. I got up and went to the window to see if she had changed her seat, but that woman was gone. The wagon. It was completely empty. I didn' t know what explanation to give to what happened. Jack that the moment she vanished the train didn' t have any stops. It was as he followed his journey through the rails, that he could not understand what was going on, where that woman had gone, how it was possible that she had disappeared. The strangest thing was that, when we arrived at the next station, that of Juarez, there were several people waiting for the service distributed in the three wagons. The train

46:28 was once again the same as always, with hustle and bustle and people all around me. I stood looking through the window at the other car with the intention of seeing that young woman again, but it didn' t happen. When the voice of the train announced that we arrived at the last station I got off, as did the rest of the people. I was on the platform hoping to see her, but I wasn' t wrong. She had mysteriously disappeared. The Anden was completely Void bewildered by that event, I went home, even though the streets were alone and dark. I wasn' t afraid because I was more than used to being late to my house. The next day I told one of my coworkers what had happened to me on the train, but my partner didn' t pay attention to me. He told me by the way of a joke that it was so much my desire to meet a woman that I already imagined her. That' s why I had mysteriously disappeared, because it was only in my mind. I didn' t tell him anything anymore, because it bothered me not to believe me. I continued to work on installing some electrical switches. When another of my colleagues approached me, he told me to apologize, but I had listened to my talk and it was not true that I had imagined. That woman. She did exist, because she had also seen it, just as it happened to me, she saw it alone and then, while the train was running, she

48:01 disappeared. I was calmed down a bit because I realized that I had not been the only one, because since the train was alone, there were no people who could testify to what I had seen. It also gave me a little fear. I can' t deny that all day I spent thinking about her, trying to give a logical explanation to what happened, because in all the time I had used the train service, nothing like that had ever happened to me. That day and the next week I was leaving later than usual from work, not as late as the night I saw the young woman, but enough to make it dark and wait for the service at the last station.

48:47 Every day I looked for her without finding her, although there were also many people on the platforms, as the parties in the auditorium were all over October. As the days passed, I stopped looking for her. I didn ' t have words to explain the event, so I didn' t spin it anymore. I left the business behind. I had very few out- of- work activities, as I was absorbed most of the time being in the company. Always for some reason there were malfunctions that didn' t allow me to return home early. It was true that he had no family, that he was waiting for me, but he wanted to do other kinds of activities, such as going to the walker to run with my dog, which he also had very forgotten. Poor Toby spent only most of his time.

49:38 I would take him for a walk before I went to work and at night also when I didn' t get so tired, but it was the only thing I did for him. I was angry every day being inside the company. It was true that on Saturdays I worked until noon and rested on Sundays and received a good salary for the overtime I had left, but I wanted something different. One of the few days I left work early, I realized that the train was filling more than usual on a skillful schedule. My body was glued to that of so many others. I didn' t like going out early at all. Not everything was so bad because I met a friend who had a long time without seeing we had studied together at SECAT. After we finished the technical career, we continued to see each other, but our own work did not allow us to continue doing so. In addition, he had married and formed a family. When I saw him, I was very happy to find him as I could. I gave him a hug. I told him I was inviting him to my house for a drink and catching up on our lives. He saw his watch. He told me he didn' t have much time, but he had something to talk to me, so we got off to the last train station on the south side of the city.

51:04 In a short time I was at my house talking with my friend Luis. He didn' t have much time, so he told me where he worked they were applying for a maintenance assistant. He had thought of me, but he hadn' t told me, so we didn' t talk much anymore. I was interested in your proposal and asked for the details. Luis told me the job was on the light train. The faults of the train wagons, the rails, the electricity of the entire electric train system, the possible leaks of water in the different pipes of all the stations, as well as the revision of the train' s auditory programs had to be carried out.

51:45 The only thing that work was at night, because most repairs and maintenance were done at night, although there were times when work was done during the day, but that happened sporadically within the advantages it had was that the salary was very good, better than the one it had in the company. Good performance and mainly I think it was what pleased me most about the possibility of doing other activities during the day. It was true that I didn' t have all day for myself because I had to sleep to rest at night, but Luis told me the work wasn' t heavy. There was a large staff of men who dedicated themselves to the same thing, so it was only up to two seasons for every four men. Without much thought, I told him that I already wanted to change my work and schedule. So I started my business paperwork. I asked for permission one day at work, arguing that I would go to the doctor to take all my documents to the new company.

52:52 Because of the recommendation he made. I got the job in less than a month. Luis asked me to be left in his crew to monitor my activities and also teach me what to do. The first night, Luis dedicated himself to showing me the place where the tools were located, as well as the electrical and centrifugal control devices of the electricity and water systems. As soon as we had a break to rest, I asked Luis if he had seen strange things inside the seasons. He asked me why I asked him that question with a little fear that he would judge me crazy or laugh at me. I told him what happened to me that night in October, contrary to my friend’ s expectations. He gave me a lot of attention as soon as I finished telling him what happened to me. He stayed serious. She told me to be very careful because that woman I saw was an apparition a soul in sorrow, perhaps because she had some unfinished business, but it was to some extent normal for strange things to happen, not just him to her.

54:00 There were also times when voices were heard as if a number of people were in some station, they were murmurs that were suspended in this reality, but then they stopped listening, they also said that a man appeared in a car. We had time to talk, because that night there wasn' t much work, so Luis continued to explain to me events that he didn' t know as the time that a person at the North Division station ventured onto the tracks and lost his life. It was a fact that tried to keep it secret and was achieved because on that occasion the electric train users were told that the service was suspended due to a system failure, as it was true that a setback had occurred. Trains were being checked, so they were transiting the tracks without people on board, only maintenance and operators, so there were no witnesses but the workers themselves, but they were asked not to say anything.

55:08 That time there were no trains for two hours until the man' s lifeless body was removed, without any evidence. He also told me about the car accidents that the train had because of the recklessness of the drivers themselves. Sometimes they were private cars, sometimes they were cargo trucks or buses. My friend, by the way of a joke, told me that if I wanted to continue with the dark accounts of the train, or would prefer to continue the work evening. I was right, so I didn' t care what I saw with that woman anymore. Days later, I was called during the day to report to one of the stations on the new line three. I had little time that had opened and a failure occurred. I didn' t know what it was about, but Luis asked me for my support at that station because the train had stopped. He offered me an apology for speaking to me at the time of my break, but it was an unusual situation, no problem at all. I went to work, so I immediately put on my uniform and went to the station. The problem to be solved took us longer than expected. There was more staff trying to settle the conflict. It was made at night and we were still working very late. That' s when it could all be finished. The chief approached the workers' staff and told us that we could go to rest. The problem had already been solved and

56:40 we had worked hard for several hours in a row and all went home. I kept talking to Luis for a few more minutes. I suddenly remembered that I had left my backpack in the car. I went for her and started to hear a lot of kid laughs. At that moment I remember my friend ' s words. Without listening, I picked up my belongings to get out of the car, but before I did, I heard a few steps running like someone was inside, but there was no one. Then I saw the hands of some children drawn on the glass windows. I had no idea what it was about what I ran out of the car. My friend noticed fear.

57:24 He asked me not to be scared of that freak. It started to happen while they were building line three of the train. I knew it was not pleasant to hear them and see the evidence that something happened when their hands were reflected in the glass, but there was nothing to do. The best thing was to leave. Every time I was surprised by what was happening on the train and its stations. It was as if there was another life apart from that used by the common user. Although Luis told me I had nothing to worry about. That' s what happened every night. With the passage of time I was going to get used to it, although I thought that such events one never gets used to, especially because he lived alone. I had the feeling that at any moment, one of those spirits could stick to me and go home with me. After that chaotic night. The other days were quiet. The job was permanent, but without any setbacks. The worst night I had was one that Luis didn' t go to work because he was sick. He reported fever and stayed home to rest for the last time.

58:37 Another of my colleagues had an accident while checking the rails. He fell and hurt his knee. He had to go to the E R because his knee swelled a lot, so we only had another partner and I. The job wasn' t going to be a problem because it wasn' t much. We did it constantly. In four hours, I' d be done. That' s what I was suggesting to my partner. Then we could go to sleep for a while, so we got to work. While checking the cables on the wagons, he was at the top of one of the wagons because there was a problem with the wiring. When I suddenly heard someone sneezing, I thought it was my partner, I told him the usual health and continued my work. I heard the same noise again. I got off the roof of the car to tell him jokingly that what I needed was a beer, but I was dumb. When I saw a woman sitting in the car seat, it was impossible for her to be a normal passenger, because it was after 2: 00 in the morning. I walked very cautiously trying to keep the woman from seeing me, but when I took one step further, a plastic bottle that some passenger on the floor kicked without realizing the woman or whatever it was. He turned his head immediately to where I was by

1:00:08 then and was sweating cold. When I saw her pale white face and her eyes completely dark, I knew she wasn' t a real woman. He was one of those beings who went out at night. I was paralyzed by fear. I wanted to run, but my legs didn' t answer. As she began to approach. That' s when I realized he had his feet naked and bleeding. In my attempt to get out of the place quickly, I stumbled and fell down, but fear caused me to get up soon I got out of the car running across the platform, but that woman was faster than I was. He got on all fours and started running like an animal. It hit me faster than I thought. I felt his icy hand on my neck. Then he started licking him sitting on me. He showed me big teeth like he was trying to nail them somewhere in my body.

1:01:07 I remember that I only felt a very strong pain in my neck and lost consciousness, a movement made me aware. It was my partner who was trying to get me back. The images of that woman immediately came to my mind. I pulled back looking all over for her. She was there babbling at my partner towards the wagon, but he didn' t even want to look out, and not because he didn' t believe me, but he knew what I meant. My companion pulled out under his uniform a rosary hanging on his neck told me that he was blessed and that every day he brought it, since he had also seen the woman who attacked me. I didn' t know if it was a witch, a demon, but it was real.

1:02:00 As soon as I got up, we left the platform and went to a small room where all the tools and materials were kept. We didn' t even finish the job anymore. It wasn' t much that was missing, but we preferred to stay inside the room. We felt safer, although I think it was useless to be there, because if that woman wanted to hurt us the door with a key and the walls wouldn' t stop her. My co- worker confirmed what I thought, as she told me that if she wanted to hurt me, she would have done it without any problem. When the shift was over, the workers began to arrive. I took a deep breath, felt calmer and relieved. I went to rest at my place. Although it was in vain, he could not get the dream as soon as he closed his eyes. The image of the woman scared me just to think that I would have to work at the same station again. It gave me chills that made me shudder. I don' t know how long I' ve been up and around the same thought until I made the decision.

1:03:12 I phoned Luis to tell him I wasn' t going to show up for work anymore. I told him what happened to me. At no time did he deny everything I told him. On the contrary, he told me that not only in the train stations did such apparitions occur. Anywhere. The souls of the dead wandered, could appear on a dark street, in a church or even in their own house. I shouldn' t let myself be intimidated by a spirit that couldn' t hurt me anymore because I had no body. Luis' words seemed true to me, but I didn' t agree with him telling me that they couldn' t hurt me, because it wasn' t what I felt. I had the impression that I wanted to take my life even though I thought when well I was still alive. If he wanted to hurt me, he wouldn' t be talking to my friend anymore. The reflection he told me made me continue at work, but asking him to change other stations if possible from another line. The change was not made overnight. It came a little over two weeks before I was allowed to go to another workplace, so I was still working at the same stations this week. The next night, after the incident I had with that wandering spirit, she did not approach me. I could only see her sitting inside the car, with her long black hair. From time to time he turned his

1:04:44 face to look at me without leaving the car, he would lie if I told them that one gets used to living with beings from another plane and that he could be on the platform where she was. As soon as I saw her, I was going to a place where I wasn' t present. She was always the same, with her head bent down with her hair covering most of her face could only reach to see the look lost in nothingness. Next week, they switched me to line three on the train. It was the same station where the incident occurred when the train stopped for an entire afternoon. Also in that place, after midnight, laughter was heard from children as if they were playing even once again crying. I cannot deny that the first times I heard the children I was afraid, a fear of the unknown that invaded my entire body. So I' m still working on the citeur with the setbacks that this implies. Although one day I found out that a man got very bad he screamed like crazy that there was a strange woman there.

1:05:54 He was aiming at a corner of the platform, but as it was too late there were very few people like him, he continued to make a lot of scandal. They talked to the police. I think the spirit of that woman wanders for some reason, which did her much harm to such an extent that even her soul has not been able to rest. Stories written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas