Brujas De Mextepec, 24 Leyendas Contadas Por Suscriptores Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Note by author Ramiro Contreras. On the 15th of September, the canal received the first compilation of Mexican legends. In that video are the five legends that, par excellence, are the most famous in Mexico. After that, more compilations of legends have been going up, including some of the ones requested in the comments counting the legends of the compilations totaling seventy- four legends, among which there is at least one legend from each federative entity of Mexico. With the intention of completing the hundred legends, we have prepared this mega compilation, which includes twenty- six legends all and each of them were left in the comments at some point. Between the fifteenth of September of the two thousand twenty - two and the twenty- sixth of January of the twenty- four thousand.

0:56 What they' re going to hear is not stories. What' s here are those that tell a legend. So we just started the Mextepec witches. My name is Marco and I' ve been living in Toluca since I was born. Today I' m going to tell you something not about Toluca, but about a nearby place called San Luis Mextepec. This place has been known for a long time because it is said that there are witches that people there call the Devil’ s brides. People believe that these witches can remove parts of their body to become animals, especially guajolotes. Blacks. They also think that witches love babies who are not baptized to stay young and strong because they believe that children give them power to protect themselves from witches. People have a number of tricks. One is to put open scissors under the baby' s crib or hang a mirror on the top, where they sleep they say that if a witch sees herself in the mirror she gets scared when she sees it ugly she is and goes away. Others wear garlic necklaces or pray to St Michael the Archangel to keep the witches away. The witches of San Luis Mextepec are known to appear as fireballs in the nearby hills in a place called the molcajete. Sometimes they are seen flying in a group around the hill.

2:24 And the craziest thing is that this place is very close to the city of Toluca. The people there call St Louis Mextepec. The witches' village for many stories, like that of the witch' s sucker. Years ago, some children nursed without life and everyone thought it was the work of witches entering houses transformed into animals like cats or pigs to hurt them. These witches have a special place where they prepare their spells, which they call the smoke kitchen there and light a large fire with very special woods. They say they cover themselves in the smoke of this fire so they can take off their arms or legs and become animals. Then they go out for a walk at night.

3:13 Some of these witches can also make a whole family sleep deep, using their power to stop them. While they' re looking for their victim. Babies less than a year old. They believe that children of this age give them more strength and youth. One night, a man went to visit his daughter and found something very strange. The door was closed and he did not answer, but he heard his grandson cry. Along with the neighbors, they broke the door and came in and saw a guajolote that was quickly lost in the night. The most alarming part of all this was when they realized that the child’ s parents had not heard anything strange that night. The next day they found the one or a dead child in the community. His body had no wounds, but it was covered with a sticky substance, especially in the nose and mouth. He was very pale, as if all his blood had been taken from him. The place where the child was found had puddles of blood everywhere, suggesting that the witch had vomited the blood she could not keep in her body. The sticky substance in the child was a mystery. No one knew what it was about. It is said that these witches lived in a place called Tekahik, which is near crosses in a park. One day, some men who were traveling with animals to carry things stayed to sleep in the house of these witches. At night they saw something very strange. The

4:46 women took off their arms, legs and eyes and put them in a bowl of water. Then they put on a cream and suddenly they could fly very quickly becoming guajolotes neg These men took the parts of the witches' body and burned them in Toluca trying to forget what they had seen. There' s another part of the story that says that the cream witches use to fly is made of child fat mixed with plants. This story is still being told. I know that people are afraid and curious about these things that can' t be explained. Now I' m going to tell you something that happened to me in that place. On Saturday afternoon, I decided to visit a friend in San Luis Mextepec, a place famous for his witch stories. I always thought those stories were mere fictions, but what I experienced there changed my perspective completely. That day, my friend had to go out for some business, leaving me alone at home to take advantage of the time, I chose to explore the town. As I walked I noticed the curious gazes of the inhabitants.

6:00 With the fall of the afternoon, a thick fog began to cover the place, something quite unusual for the hour. I tried to go back to my friend' s house, but I realized that I had missed out on my quest to find my way back. A soft music caught my attention and led me to a square. There, a group of women dressed in white performed a dance around a campfire. His movement was slow and seemed to have a specific purpose. Just when I was about to leave. One of them stared at me. His eyes were of a deep black and I felt as if an invisible force prevented me from moving I tried to scream, but it was useless, since no sound came out of my mouth. It was only when this woman came a little closer that I managed to regain control of my body and ran away. I don' t know how, but I managed to find my way back to my friend' s house. As I looked so pale and agitated, my friend worried and told him what had happened, hoping he would tell me that he had only been part of a joke.

7:08 However, his reaction was of complete seriousness. He explained that what he had seen was a very ancient ritual, known as the Devil’ s brides. After that night, my vision of San Luis Mextepec and his legends was transformed. Although part of me seeks logical explanations, I cannot deny that there may be phenomena beyond our understanding. This meeting left me thinking about the possibility of the supernatural being real, something I had never considered possible before. Although I prefer to stick to logic, I cannot ignore what I lived that afternoon in San Luis mextepec a reminder that the world is more complex than we can imagine.

7:59 The House of Fidel my name is Arturo and I grew up in a part of the city called Rome. When I was younger, in the late seventies and early eighties, Rome was very different from how I liked the way old buildings looked and the stone streets were like the ghost stories my grandmother told me. She said strange things happened in Rome all the time. Today I want to tell you one of those stories. It was a thousand nine hundred and seventy- eight and all the children were playing in the street until it was done at night. In our neighborhood there were many scary stories, but the best known was about a big old house, known as Fidel' s Casona. That house had been uninhabited for years, had a neglected garden and looked very old. It was the perfect place to imagine ghost stories. People said that a rich man named Fidel had lived there, but he disappeared mysteriously.

9:05 They say that Fidel and his friends did weird things in the house, how to play the roe and do strange rituals. The neighbors missed Fidel' s grandparents, who were always very kind and took great care of his house, but suddenly they stopped seeing them after a long time without knowing about them. The neighbors decided to enter the house and found something terrible. Everything was dark and smelled really bad, like something dead. Fidel' s grandparents were on his bed without clothes, with a wooden stake in their hearts and an expression of fear elsewhere in the house. They found Fidel hanging, also without clothes and with a message that God said forgive me. After that, the house was empty for many years, but in the eighties a couple got the house given to them. Despite the scary stories, they wanted to fix it to live there. When they tried to fix the house, a lot of weird things happened. The workers who started the repairs soon became frightened by things they couldn' t explain and stopped working there. Saying the house was cursed, the couple decided to spend a night in the house to see if the stories were true. What happened that night was so strange that it doesn' t have a logical explanation. When a drastic change in temperature came in, he was surprised, passing from the heat of the outside to an almost frozen

10:39 cold inside the house. This first sign did not stop them and they decided to prepare to sleep around two thirty in the morning. The silence of the night broke abruptly. A dark figure like a human shadow appeared out of nowhere in his room. This presence was not only visible, but could also be felt. It was as if the air became heavier and a sense of fear invaded the place. The shadow began to emit terrifying sounds like screams rumbling on the walls. The scariest thing happened when this shadow threw itself over the husband, leaving him paralyzed and unable to move. The wife, moved by panic and the urgency of the situation, managed to get out of bed. What he saw outside the blankets was even more frightening. The objects in the room seemed to have their own life, moving and colliding against the walls and floor without any explanation. Despite the terror he felt, he found the strength to run to the door, leave the house and seek help. Desperately, the husband, after fighting with all his might, managed to free himself from the invisible pressure that kept him. Tied up. He joined his wife on the outside to both confuns s ns and terrified, without understanding what they had lived.

12:03 The situation took an even more strange turn when a police patrol met the couple in the midst of their initially unbelieving despair. The officers soon realized that something abnormal was happening. The couple explained that not only had they been attacked by an evil presence, but they had also left all their belongings behind, including the keys to their car and their clothes. Determined to investigate, six officers entered the house. What they found inside was enough to make him run away pale and terrified. The police commander, bewildered by what his men had experienced, decided that it was best to offer the couple a safe place to spend the night. It became clear that the house kept dark and dangerous secrets, something no one wanted to face. Again, that night marked everyone involved deeply and permanently. The witch in the alley called me Saul and I live in Zacatecas, a city full of stories and legends that sometimes mix with everyday life. Today I want to tell you something that happened to me and that has to do with a very special place in Zacatecas, called Callejón del ape Prieto. Ever since I was a kid, I' ve always heard a

13:35 story about this alley. It is a narrow place between old houses that many people prefer to avoid. When it' s dark, in this story there ' s a lady named Doña Marciana Castillo, who people thought was a witch. Her house was set apart on an old street and was very rare. There were no windows upstairs and there was an ugly tower with small openings and railings with pieces of glass. The strangest thing was that in the middle of the night there were lights and a very ugly smoke that smelled bad and was very scary. Doña Marciana had a monkey and, for some reason, the local people thought it was bad, as if it had something to do with supernatural things. Besides, Mrs Marciana seemed to have a lot of money when she was going to buy something. He always paid with gold coins and wore very fine clothes, but although he had nice things, he was not friendly and never spoke to anyone. One day, a woman who had a lot of problems because her husband treated her badly and had thrown her out of her house, went to ask Doña Marciana for help, took her son with her and only wanted a place to stay at night. Although a lot of people thought Doña Marciana wouldn' t help. The truth is that this story shows us something else. They say something happened out there. We don' t know if the witch did something or if her partner, the monkey, played a bad game, but the truth is that they found the woman dead.

15:07 His face showed an expression of terror and he had scratches everywhere to top the kid he had with him had disappeared in the neighborhood. The situation was getting more and more complicated for Doña Marciana. The community without another person to blame pointed to this woman as responsible for several mysterious events, although there was no concrete evidence to prove her guilt, The inhabitants were convinced that she was the cause of the misfortune. This woman, whom many called Witch, faced serious charges, especially after the disappearance of a child. Although she refused to have any knowledge of the whereabouts of the minor, suspicions only grew. Doña Marciana ' s life became a nightmare. The local people prevented him from leaving his home by attacking him with stones and sticks. I was trying to. The entrance to her house was constantly blocked with garbage, leaving her practically isolated.

16:14 Despite their pleas for help, the authorities offered no answer or solution to their plight, but everything took an even darker turn. One night, a loud noise interrupted the usual silence of the neighborhood. The bewildered neighbors watched blue and red flames emerge from Doña Marciana' s house, specifically from a tower rising on the property. Fear took hold of everyone and no one was encouraged to intervene, believing supernatural forces were in action. The next day, with the tragedy already consumed, the authorities decided to investigate what happened, which they discovered inside the remains of the tower. The lifeless body of Doña Marciana lay in the rubble. His face was unrecognizable because of the explosion. Surprisingly, his monkey was close by emitting loud sounds and moving in an unsettling way. During the rescue attempt, the monkey was thrown out of the scene, triggering chaos that resulted in its tragic ending. The reason why Doña Marciana was in that tower was still a mystery to everyone. Some rumors suggested that this place served as his witchcraft laboratory. After the incident, Doña Marciana' s house was demolished in search of an alleged treasure. Legend had it that she always paid

17:48 with gold coins, so many believed that she had hidden her fortune somewhere on the property. However, after a thorough search, no trace of wealth was found. Since then, the street where the house was located was named after the alley of the Mono Prieto as a permanent reminder of the dark events that happened there and the tragic story of Doña Marciana, marked by the rejection and superstition of her own community, the ribs of the Devil. My name is Gabriel and I live in a place near Tepoztlán, a very beautiful village by its nature. I live in a house near a mountain called Teposteco, which is very famous in the area and has many ancient stories that people have always found interesting. Since childhood there was a story that always caught my attention was about the Teposteco. The story tells that at the top of this mountain, where there are old ruins and many plants, lives a creature from another world, something like a guardian who takes care of a secret place, although some think it is just a invented story. The mountain is named after an ancient warrior who fought a lot to protect a sacred place that was up there.

19:18 It seemed he was going to lose because there were many enemies, but the gods gave him special powers to win the battle and after winning it he died since he was very young. I felt like something pulled me into that mountain. My friends and I always talked about the stories of that special place. When I was sixteen, I decided to climb the mountain for the first time. It was a summer day. In the morning the weather was perfect for walking. I took some water and some food. Several times I stopped on the road, not only to rest, but to see well everything around me and feel the peace of the place. Going up to Teposteco is something that if you live in Tepoztlán you probably do at least once, although going up costs a lot of work. When you get up there, you see the whole town and you feel closer to the sky. Up there are ruins of an ancient temple dedicated to Tepostecatl, the God of fertility. I have been told that in the times when the Spaniards arrived in Mexico, Teposteco was a very important place for both the indigenous and the conquerors. Although the Spaniards tried to change many things, they could not ignore how impressive that mountain was.

20:37 It is known that the indigenous people performed ceremonies for their gods there and the Spaniards, although they disagreed, could not stop looking at those practices with curiosity and a little fear. Among these stories is one that stands out for its mystery and the curiosity that awakens those who listen to it. The legend of the Devil' s ribs has been a long time or years. It was said that a being with bad intentions wandered the world looking for ways to cause trouble and sow the channel among the inhabitants of the earth. On one of his walks, that being came to a place known as Tepotzotlán, where his attention was captured by an extraordinary stone. It was not a common stone, for it shone with its own light and had such a soft surface that it seemed impossible to be the work of nature. Fascinated by being malevolent, he thought this object would be a perfect addition to his collection in the Underground Kingdom to which he belonged. At that moment, however, there was an unexpected encounter. God himself appeared before the creature and warned him that the stone was meant for human beings as a gift from heaven and that he had no right to take it for himself. Despite the clear warning, the obstinate and defiant creature decided that it would try to seize the stone. In spite of all the evil being struggled to pluck the stone from the earth, but, as much as he tried, the stone did not move. It was as if

22:10 against more force he applied, more integrated and clinging to the ground. The struggle lasted, becoming a true duel of wills between the creature and the object of its desire. The night fell and with it the battle between the evil being and the stone continued. However, as the sun began to appear on the horizon, the dark being realized that his efforts had been in vain defeated. He had to leave leaving an indelible mark of his presence. It is said that in that place the marks of the devil’ s ribs were engraved on the rock as testimony to his futile struggle against the divine will. Since then, that site has become the scene of numerous accounts of strange events and phenomena that defy logical explanation. Those who visit the place report having experienced sensations and experiences out of the ordinary, feeding the legend and adding layers of mystery To the already intriguing story is rumored that demon still resented by its failure, round the area when the night falls seeking revenge against those who dare to invade its domain. The Devil' s General. I' m a history teacher in Victoria City, Tamaulipas. One of the most fascinating times I like to

23:42 explore with my students is that of the new Santander, which is the name of the one that, during the colonial period of New Spain, was in the territory that today is mostly Tamaulipas. The new Santander was founded in the middle of the 18th century, specifically in a thousand seven hundred and forty- nine by José Escandón, who was named as his first governor. This region rich in natural resources quickly became an area of economic importance, mainly for livestock and agriculture, but also for its strategic role as a border. Inevitably, in carrying the matter of history I have had to study the myths and legends that have survived in the passage of time, and it is one of those legends that I wanted to share today. The story did not place in a thousand seven hundred and fifty in San José de las Presas, a quiet place within the province There lived Captain Antonio de Medina with his wife Maria Asunción, daughter of an earl. This town, up to that point, had been a peaceful place, but the calm of the place was disturbed by the arrival of a man who knew dark secrets. Seeing Mary Assumption so beautiful, she issued a warning that restless everyone. The river would lead his life leaving pain in the village. María Asunción, with a mixture of curiosity and fear, approached the old seer of the village to ask him what fate had reserved for

25:15 him. The seer, with a deep and serene look, revealed to him a prediction that he would make the soul of anyone. Maria Asunción would fall madly in love with a foreign soldier, a love that would be so intense that she would come to despise her own husband. This forbidden and dangerous love warned him would end in tragedy. Captain Medina, upon learning of this prophecy, could not contain his anger and decided to expel the seer from the village. While he was doing so and despite the stones tossed at him, the man did not seem to be caught by any of them. With a chilling and defiant laugh, the seer cast a final curse on Captain Medina. He would never see the fruit of his love, for his offspring would be dragged down the lost river forever. The years passed and the curse became a forgotten legend, until one day a distinguished military man sent by the Government arrived in the village. This man Luciano de la Garza, had an air of mystery that darkened the sky in his path. As foreshadowing the events that were about to unfold, he decided to stay in Casa de los Medina, where his presence generated a mixture of courtesy and distrust, especially in Captain Medina, who could not ignore the fascination that his wife showed towards the visitor. As the

26:45 days passed, Luciano de la Garza seemed less intent on continuing his journey to Tampico. One afternoon, Maria Asunción met him near the river and, at a time that seemed out of time, he admired in a way that left her completely bewitched. He hugged her and as if carried by a mysterious force, they both disappeared among the trees of the forest. When night fell and Mary didn' t come home. The captain and his men began a frantic search that would not bear fruit. The darkness seemed to engulf every hope, setting the stage for the foretold tragedy. The captain, desperate and fearing the worst, recalled the prophecy of the seer. His search led him to a clearing in the woods, where he found his wife in the military' s arms. Blinded by anger and pain. He attacked the heron, but it only responded with laughter as if it were not human. In a confused and emotional moment, Maria assumed, perhaps trying to escape the chaos, ran to the river and threw herself into its waters. Disappear the girl in the current of the heron, revealing her true demon nature disappeared into the air, leaving Captain Medina alone with his pain. Despair and regret filled the air, closing a tragic chapter in the story of love and destiny that had been sealed by

28:18 an ancient prophecy, The Devil' s Bridge called me George and I live a long- time Zapotlanejos. Every Sunday I go to a church called Saint Peter the Apostle. That church is very important in the village, not only because it is a place where people are going to pray, but also because they have seen many stories of the people here. Zapotlanejo is a special place known for making a lot of different clothes. The place where I live is surrounded by beautiful nature, like fields where the claw is cultivated and has very beautiful views. Life here is quiet and different. In the streets of Zapotlanejo there are many shops and places where clothes are made. These clothes range from the most traditional to the newest and fashionable. Once a year there is a clothing fair that brings people from all sides who want to see the latest in fashion and buy clothes made here. It is a pride to see that the clothes made in my village are worn in many other places. Another good thing about living here is food. There are many typical dishes from the State of Jalisco that can be eaten in Zapotlanejo, such as drowned cakes and tejuino.

29:37 In addition, there are many stories and legends in Zapotlanejo. One of the best known is the Devil' s Bridge, but it' s actually called the Big Bridge. This bridge that crosses majestically the Santiago River is not only a structure that has facilitated the journey to Guadalajara and other destinations for more than three centuries. Built in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighteen, its creation faced colossal challenges. The construction of the bridge was a feat of engineering and human determination, carried out without tools and machinery that we take for granted today. The man in charge of this monumental task was determined to complete it, not only in record time, but also by ensuring that the final work was of unparalleled quality. However, not all shared their vision and enthusiasm.

30:33 Moved by envy and the desire to see it fail, some were determined to hinder their progress, guided by their jealousy, they resorted to unfair tactics to carry out the advance of construction, delays in the delivery of essential materials, provocation of accidents and persuasion to the workers so that they would not attend their work. As the deadline for the completion of the bridge approached and much remained to be done, the manager was caught in despair. At a time of extreme anguish, he exclaimed that he was willing to do anything, even if it meant surrendering his soul. In order to see the bridge finished in time.

31:17 It was then that the devil, taking advantage of man' s vulnerability, presented himself to him with a tempting offer, would help to finish the bridge miraculously In exchange for his soul, once the work was complete. Consumed by despair, the manager agreed to this dark covenant in an almost supernatural way. The bridge was built just before the closing night. The people of the village were amazed not only by the sudden completion of the work, but also by the impeccable quality of the bridge, which, against all odds, had been erected. When the time came to fulfill his part of the agreement, the manager faced the devil refusing to surrender his soul. He argued that the covenant had not been carried out in accordance with the exact terms that had been established. Infuriated, the devil tried to seize man' s soul by force, but was unable to do so. There is a mystery about the specific contract that both agreed, but it is believed that the engineer found a legal detail that allowed him to evade the complete fulfillment of the agreement by the defeated devil and deceived by his own trap. The devil was forced to withdraw without claiming the promised soul. Thus, the Great Bridge stands, not only as a path that unites destinies, but as the monument of a human cunning capable of mocking the very one. Lord of Darkness, the legend of this bridge

32:52 is still alive in the collective memory, celebrating the ingenuity of a man who, before the infernal abyss, knew how to play his ss cards with an unparalleled mastery of Aculco' s witch. My name is blind and I have always lived in Aculco, a very quiet village, with old houses and stone streets surrounded by huge fields. I grew up here listening to many stories and legends, but none impacted me as much as the witch of Aculco. Everyone has a different version of this story, but I' m going to tell them the one I know. In this story, the Witch was called Dolores many years ago. I don' t know exactly when Dolores lived here in Aculco. At first glance, she looked like a normal woman. She participated in the village parties and went to church every Sunday, but there was something that made her different. Despite being married for many years, Dolores could not have children in this was very important and people began to notice it. At first. The other women in town were making jokes about Dolores in a friendly way. But in time, these jokes became cruel. Some women who felt better just because they had children mocked pains without hiding. Dolores endured all this

34:22 quietly, but it was noticeable that something in her was changing. One day at the market, Dolores heard some women talking bad about her, making fun of her because she couldn' t have children. On that day, Dolores decided that she was enough and promised to show everyone the power she had in her guilt. A shadow of fear began to spread. The children, the most precious treasure in each family, began to disappear one after the other without leaving any trace. Interestingly, these terrible events mainly affected the fas of those women who at the time had made fun of pains. Fear was unleashed by aculculation. Desperate mothers mourned the absence of their children, while the entire people were plunged into a frantic quest. Mistrust and fear caused suspicions to fall into pain. Moved by panic and anger, the villagers organized one night to confront her, armed with torches and tools, and broke into her house, only to be greeted by a thick, cold fog that wrapped everything in that moment.

35:36 A chilling voice echoed not of pain, but of an old tree located near the entrance of the house. The angry voice seemed to emanate from the same tree. Fear became a collective hysteria. When someone accused pains of being the witch behind the children' s disappearance, he suggested that he had taken the little ones as a form of revenge against the people. In an act of panic, a man armed with an axe attacked the tree, causing cries of children who increased the horror of the crowd pains. He hid everyone' s eyes, mocked from the shadows proclaiming that he possessed the souls of the children. He said that any damage inflicted on the tree would have an impact on the suffering of children, whose pleading and terrified voices called their mothers.

36:29 Mothers fearful of the consequences implored men to stop their attack on the tree, begging for the safety of their children. Despite the pleas, the tree was wounded being marked by the axe. According to legend, nailing a sharp object into the tree causes a wise one to emerge that at first is white, but quickly turns red. This act triggers the crying of children and the sinister laughter of pains, a mixture of sounds that torments those who dare to approach the tree. To this day it is said that attempts to damage the tree are increasing the torment of the children' s spirits and the mockery of the witch, whose presence continues to feel in the place. The tree, deformed and mysterious, remains in punctuated as a constant reminder of the dark past of the people and souls who still seek to be liberated. Macario and the witches called me Osvaldo and I live in a place that not many know, between malvas and ranch, large near Irapuato. Today I want to tell you a story about Macario, a nineteen- year- old boy who worked in the country. His life changed unexpectedly. This story began at a party at the Ranch, a place where many people from different parts, including nearby farms,

38:00 were gathered. There was music, dancing and a lot of happiness in the air. At that great party, in the midst of the bustle, Macario was fortunate enough to meet Rosita, a young woman from Malvas, who stood out among the crowd, not only for her beauty, but also for her sweet voice, which for Macario turned out to be the most charming melody she had ever heard, driven by the enthusiasm and encouragement of her friends did not hesitate to approach her to engage in conversation between laughter, dances and looks. They soon felt a special connection, which started a cluster of encounters that would gradually forge into a deep relationship. However, the path to true love is not always easy and for Macario this was no exception. The distance between her home and Rosita' s was presented as a challenge, but the love because Macario felt for her was so great, so immense, that he was willing to overcome any obstacle. Thus, day after day, he used his father ’ s horse to visit her, making the promise to always return before ten o’ clock at night. But as it usually happens when the heart commands sometimes lost track of time. One night, love wrapped them in such a way that time seemed to stop. It was then that, upon returning home

39:30 after midnight and under pressure from Rosita' s father to hasten an unexpected event, it would alter her fate. It was then that, on returning home after midnight, a mysterious ball of fire crossed his path, scaring the horse and causing macario to fall to the ground in the midst of chaos a brilliant light and caught his attention, leading him to a voice that sang with a hypnotic sweetness. Moved by the curiosity and magic of the moment, he approached the figure he sang, but just as he tried to touch it it became a snake and disappeared before his eyes, leaving them a nest in a deep fear that led him to faint. As he woke up, Macario found himself alone and disoriented, far from any known path. His attempt to return home led him to lose himself even more until exhaustion overcame him by falling unconscious.

40:29 In the same place, it was nine long days of his absence, until his uncle found him in deplorable conditions, forever marking his life and that of those around him. Even the horse that had accompanied him on that journey. He was never himself after that night, refusing to eat or drink, until he finally died. Macario, for his part, was so affected by the experience that his love for Rosita, although deep, was relegated to a background dominated by the memories of that supernatural encounter. Macario' s story and his encounter with the fireball became a legend in Guanajuato, feeding beliefs and superstitions about witches wandering between the big ranch and mauves in search of unbaptized young people or children. It is said that on full moon nights, the fireballs can be seen sweeping across the sky, keeping the legend alive and serving as a reminder of the mysteries that the Devil' s cave still keeps overnight. My name is Paul and I live in a place called San Pablo Villa de Mitla.

41:45 This place is famous because it has a lot of history and remains of very old constructions. People from all over the world come to see stones that have special shapes and decorations in ancient buildings. Ever since I was little, I ' ve always liked these ruins. In this place there are many ancient stories and tales. One of the most famous is about the Lord of Ampollas, who is a very miraculous saint and has his own church. People come here to ask for special things and there are those who say it has really helped them. Now I want to tell you about the most mysterious legend here, the story of the Devil' s Cave. Since I remember, the stories about the Devil' s Cave have been a constant in the conversations of my people. It is said that this hidden place among the mountains is the scene of incomprehensible and terrifying phenomena. People in the village avoid approaching, especially when night falls, as it is claimed that disturbing sounds similar to laments or whispers emanate from the cave, which seem to arise from the depths of the earth itself. This cave, wrapped in mystery or not only arouses fear, but also a great curiosity. It keeps secrets from a remote past, stories of forgotten rituals and legends that have transcended generations. Among these mysteries stands out the legend of the sleeping woman, an impressive rock formation located south of the cave,

43:19 which has been the center of ancient rituals and unfulfilled desires. Explorer Elsay Claules Parson, in her expeditions, discovered small vessels scattered throughout the cave that appeared to have been used in secret ceremonies, perhaps dedicated to the devil. These findings would suggest the existence of a cult or group of people who practiced specific rituals. Later, in nineteen hundred and sixty- five, researcher Ken b Flaneery found evidence of offerings dedicated to deities associated with water. Despite their discoveries, popular belief continued to attribute acts to the devil these years. The sleeping woman occupies a central place in these narratives, telling the story of a woman who is unable to conceive, was transformed into stone. Her unfulfilled longing for motherhood made her a symbol of protection and desire. In addition to these mysteries, the cave remains a place where spiritual cleansing rituals are performed with incense and traditional drinks and where local healers practice their ceremonies in search of healing and protection. However, the most terrifying story is that of babies mysteriously disappearing.

44:38 One of the most chilling narrations is that of a mother who, in a desperate attempt to protect her son from the dark forces, was induced in a deep sleep by an invisible presence. When he woke up, he discovered that his baby had been moved to the entrance of the cave. This and other similar incidents have strengthened the belief that the Devil is involved in these disappearances. Although I personally dare not claim that the cave is a direct door to hell, if I am convinced that it is visited by the Devil more than once a year. This place, with its aura of mystery and danger, remains a reminder that there are aspects of our world that are beyond our comprehension and that sometimes it is better to leave certain secrets undiscovered the Raven man. I am Hector and I want to tell you about one of the most mysterious and chilling legends of my village Castaños, located in the heart of Coahuila, this place surrounded by nature and loaded with past stories, I keep among its stories the character who has captured my attention since childhood, the legend of the Raven man. The story begins with a woman named the Odia, a unique figure in our village. The Odia was a young woman who didn' t care

46:10 what they' d say. Their independence and free way of life generated murmurs among the inhabitants of the village. In addition to his free spirit, he possessed a deep knowledge of the healing properties of plants, which made him very sought after by those who needed relief from his evils. But what he really did was the object of fear and fascination, was his inseparable companion, a black crow with a penetrating gaze that was always at his side. The presence of this crow generated all kinds of superstitions among the inhabitants of chestnut trees. Many believed that the bird was a omen of bad news or even a masquerading evil being. However, the body had never shown signs of hostility toward anyone, always remaining faithful to the hater. One tragic day, the life of hate took a dark turn. A man from the village, Martin, who had drunk more than the bill, decided that he wanted the Odia company at any price. Upon his rejection, Martin angered and attacked the Odia in an attempt to force his will. In the midst of this violent altercation, the raven of the Odia intervened trying to protect its owner, throwing himself against Martin in a burst of anger, Martin took an axe and, while trying to get rid of the raven, hit the Odia, causing a fatal wound.

47:37 With his last strength, the Odia cursed Martin the body. Witnessing the agony of her owner, she flew over her body in a final farewell gesture. Before he disappeared, Martin fled from the place tormented by what he had done, consumed by the guilt and the curse of the Odia was confined on the outskirts of the village, where he began to surround himself with crows, becoming a sort of somber leader of these birds. The presence of so many crows, along with the figure of Martin, began to disturb the inhabitants of the town, who decided to take drastic measures. Armed with sticks and stones, the neighbors of chestnuts marched against Martin and his flock. In a violent confrontation.

48:22 It was discovered that every time Martin was hit, a crow fell dead, as if there was a mysterious link between him and the birds. The battle culminated in Martin' s death and the disappearance of the crows who had followed him. Since then, the legend of the crow man has become a warning about the consequences of violence and the importance of respecting the life and freedom of others. Although the figure of Elodya and her tragic fate have faded away in time, history remains alive in the collective memory of chestnut trees, reminding us that some wounds never heal completely. The devil' s house is called Walter and I live in a small place near the Jamapa River. This river is very important for people who live here, because it helps plants grow well and also to fish. From my childhood I was always attracted to the beauty and mystery that surrounds the Jamapa River, especially during the sunsets, when the sky dyes with vibrant colors and the water reflects an indescribable peace. This river, flowing from the heights of the imposing peak of Orizaba, is the soul of many local legends that have captivated my imagination over the years. Among the stories that have fascinated me most is that of an ancient and enigmatic house located

49:54 in Boca del Río, is known as the Casa del Diablo. It is the center of numerous stories that speak of paranormal events and ghostly apparitions that frighten the curious. This imposing construction in its size, houses countless rooms and a basement that, they say, hides more than one dark secret. Its privileged position, close to the river and overlooking the sea, made it the ideal place for a hotel. However, projects of such a nature were never supposedly materialized because of a curse that prevents any kind of construction or renovation. The house remains hidden from the sight of many surrounded by vegetation that has grown uncontrolled over the years. It is said that the original owner had great plans for her, but she was forced to abandon them when a series of misfortunes fell on the property. The legend is further obscured by the story of young people who, in search of paranormal adventures, decided to enter the house to invoke spirits. The evening ended in tragedy when one of the boys allegedly possessed by an evil force, required an exorcism to free himself from the dark influence that had caught him. Another gloomy chapter in the history of this mansion involves a caretaker who, consumed by the negative energy that permeated the place, committed an act of unimaginable violence against his own family. This event marked the Devil’

51:29 s House as a cursed place where evil seems to reside in every corner. Enthusiasts of the supernatural argue that a diabolical being makes the house his dwelling, exerting his evil influence upon those who dare to approach too much at night. The silence of the place breaks with whispers and noises that have no explanation, as if the spirits of the past still roam their abandoned halls. Despite the curiosity that these stories arouse, most people prefer to stay at a distance aware of the laura of danger surrounding the Devil’ s House. Although time has passed, the building is still standing. It is a monument to the unsolved mysteries and warnings that there are places in this world that it is better not to disturb the witch of the hill of the dead. My name is Luis and I live in Escuinapa, Sinaloa since I was born. There are many scary stories here, but there is one that everyone knows and that is scary every time someone tells it. It' s the story of the witch who lives on a hill called the dead man' s hill. Since Chico hears stories about this witch who lives in hidden caves on the hill. People say that those who have tried to get closer to where she lives almost never come

52:59 back and the few who return come back looking the other way, as if they had seen something very ugly. This story speaks of a very old witch, who was said to be to blame for some children and babies dying in the place, although it could never be verified if it was true. People said this witch took the children from one of the largest communities. The witch lived in a forest near the hill of the dead, in a cave where she liked to be close to the children, which made everyone in the village very scared. Every now and then children disappeared and no one knew why. One day, as he walked through a dense forest, a man stumbled upon a small abandoned child' s shoe between the litter. This finding aroused the curiosity and concern of the inhabitants of the nearby town, who organized themselves to look for more clues in the area. Everyone wanted to understand what had happened, fearing that it might be the beginning of a worrying story. Moved by concern, a group of young people decided to investigate further, heading towards a place that everyone had heard of, but little dared mention the old abode of the witch who, according to legends, had lived in the forest many years ago. Upon arrival, what they found was a devastating scene. The house, now in ruins, fired a penetrating smell of death and abandonment. What

54:30 affected them most, however, was not silence or desolation, but a barely perceptible whisper, which seemed to emanate from the ruins. That incomprehensible sound, but clearly human. He blinded their blood by convincing them that something or someone was there. No one wanted to stay and find out, and everyone decided to retire. My name is Eduardo and I have always lived in Miscoac, a place in Mexico City. When I was younger, Miscoac was different, There were fewer cars and more places to play or be quiet. Markets and squares were special. They had something unique that is now not found in new places. Here are many stories and scary tales that everyone knows. A well - known one is the one in the Devil' s alley. This alley is said to be the scene of supernatural encounters and dark covenants. The best known and most feared story is that of an ambitious young man of the people who, desiring wealth and power, ventured one night into the alley to offer his soul to the devil. The transaction was completed, but the price he paid was eternal. Being stuck in limbo one night or for reason are you still don' t fully understand. I felt irretrievably drawn to that place of

56:05 dark legends. As I walked into the alley, a chill swept through my spine and a supernatural silence filled the atmosphere The temperature dropped drastically, as if the same air warned me of the dangers hidden in the darkness. I continued my journey, driven by a mixture of curiosity and fear, until the atmosphere became almost unbearable. That' s when I heard a barely audible whisper, a voice that seemed to warn me. However, curiosity was stronger than fear and I decided to move on. Suddenly before me a shadow materialized. I didn' t have a definite shape, but it was undoubtedly a person' s silhouette was paralyzed, I couldn' t move or even breathe. The shadow moved slightly like staring at me, and then, in an instant, it faded into thin air as soon as I could run like I' d never done before without daring to look back for fear of what might find me.

57:10 From that experience I have learned that there are secrets and mysteries in this world that are beyond our understanding. The inn of the sun. My name is Valeria and I am sending this story from Mexico City, specifically from the Colony Doctors, near where I live, there is a famous hotel on the street in children Heroes a place that hides many secrets. According to the seniors in the area. This building was designed and built in nineteen hundred and forty by an architect named Fernando Saldaña Galván. The interesting thing about this place is not only its design, but also the mysterious stories that surround it, especially those that involve its owner. Imagine getting to an impressive hotel where when you enter you see a large bell near a statue of San Francisco of Assisi.

58:12 The story tells that the owner of the hotel was found lifeless hanging from that bell. This event is just a part of what makes this place so mysterious. If you decided to explore the hotel, you would find very narrow and lighted corridors, which take you underground about four meters deep. Through the building there are doors that are afraid to open, because behind them are rooms with stories of fear. There are rumors that under the hotel there are tunnels where in times past young students were harmed. In addition, there is a place called Altar de la Niña, which is very mysterious. Many people think this hotel is a wonderful place as cursed and it is said to be one of the most ghostly places in Mexico. They tell stories of sounds like screams that are heard at night, that make you think about the bad things that happened there. People also say that architect and owner Fernando Saldaña Galván had so many problems while building the hotel, that he decided to take his own life.

59:19 Stories of very bad rituals, sacrificed people and girls who disappeared make this hotel even more intriguing. The hotel' s architecture mixes styles from different cultures, with very beautiful details from various places in the world, such as columns that look Roman, but there are also drawings of plants typical of Mexico. Materials such as volcanic stone and marble were used, and each part of the building, from the windows to the stairs, has its own history. The rooms have windows made of a type of marble that lets light pass in a very special way. Outside the gardens there are statues of animals and mythical figures, each made of a stone called basalt and all tell a story. Visiting this hotel is like travelling through time and getting to know different cultures where history and creativity come together to create a unique place. In addition, the hotel has tributes to the Mexican Revolution, with works of art reminiscent of historical heroes of Mexico. One of the saddest stories is about a girl who disappeared in the 1970s, when the building was used by a government institution. They found her lifeless in a hidden place in the building and since then it is said that her spirit is in the hotel, which adds more mystery to the place and makes people remember her story. The story begins with Mr Saldaña, a man who faced great money problems to finish building an impressive building, He decided to

1:00:54 use money that was not his own, government money. He was also the r people of the city, which made it easy for him to do this without many noticing. In a special part of the building there is a place dedicated to a girl. There is a dress placed on a table surrounded by sweets, toys, photos, candles and flowers. This space is very emotional and it seems as if time stops. There the building has a very nice and large chapel with two floors. Its design is round and has a dome decorated with very detailed paintings. The marble windows let in a light that makes the place magical and a balcony made of fine wood surrounds it what adds mystery to this place is a symbol on the ground, a five- pointed star made of marble. The altar, made of the same material, makes you wonder more. About the place. Under this star and behind the altar are hidden tubes. These tubes are said to have been used in secret ceremonies where the fire came out of a cross and then the water cleaned everything. Some think these ceremonies were part of very ancient rituals. They say that the remains of at least forty people are hidden inside its walls, a discovery that has given rise to speculations about rituals and sacrifices practiced in times of great evil.

1:02:22 Over time, the building has shown signs of deterioration to the point of being on the verge of collapse. To prevent its fall, stands have been installed as if the weight of the secrets it hides were enough to crumble its structure. The entrance is guarded by two imposing stone statues, one from San Francisco of Assisi and the other from a wolf, silent witnesses of the gloomy events that have occurred around them. The most heartbreaking story is that of Mr Saldaña, who was consumed by remorse after committing unconfessable acts against his own family. The son ends his life in front of these figures. The local residents say that during the night, desperate screams emanating from the interior are heard, adding an even more frightening atmosphere to the already feared building. In addition, the belief circulates that the spirit of a girl wanders through the corridors, especially near a room where an altar has been erected in her honor, as if she tried to find peace or perhaps justice. Aware of all these stories, fed both by local accounts and by what I had read my curiosity, it reached a point where I could not resist the temptation to explore the building. On my own, one night armed with nothing but my flashlight and a considerable dose of value, I crossed the threshold of this forbidden place. In spite of its apparent external normality, the interior of the building revealed an atmosphere of desolation

1:03:57 and sadness, as if the walls of mine most mourned the tragedies that occurred between them. As a disturbing sense of being observed progressed, I was constantly accompanied as if invisible entities were sliding through the shadows, following each of my movements. This feeling, far from deterring me, only fueled my curiosity by pushing me further into the maze of corridors and forgotten rooms. It was on the third floor that I found the room that, according to rumors, was always closed, a place marked by events so strange that no one dared to mention them out loud. Just as I stood in front of her, the sound of blows coming from inside her cut off the silence like a knife, filling me with such intense terror that she left me no choice but to flee that night. As I escaped from the claws of the building, I promised never to step on that place again. Aware that some mysteries are better unsolved.

1:05:06 The Devil' s jump called me today and I want to tell you something that happens in the small places near a mountain in Guanajuato. I' m going to tell you about a known story in my area, which some people think is a non- important story, but for others it' s a sign that there are things we don' t understand in this world. This is the legend of the Devil' s jump, which comes from a place called Aba just north of a mountain range. Our saw is not the largest or the best known, but it is a special place for us, a place to breathe clean air, it is a home for many unique trees and animals. Walking around is like going into another world where you only listen to birds and wind. Many families, including mine, are sometimes going to enjoy the place and rest from the noise of the city. In this mountain range, with its forests and mountains, things have happened that cannot be easily explained. The first time I walked around, they told me the legend of the Devil' s jump. This story is born in Abasolo, near a very high hill with three peaks. This place is famous for how it looks and a very important party is held every 14th of September, with preparations starting from the previous day. Legend has it that many years ago, on those holidays something very strange and frightening happened when the sun was hiding and people decorated

1:06:40 the place for the party. Suddenly a strong wind with rain started the darkness lit only by lightnings that let everyone see to surprise and fear, something incredible on the hill above all there was someone maybe dressed in black, or maybe it was just because of the lack of light. The weirdest thing was what I was doing. He jumped from one peak to another from the hill without difficulty. Every jump seemed to make the storm stronger, scaring people even more. Everyone ran to the church to tell the priest. What the new priest saw on the spot. He heard what they were saying, but he thought maybe it was just his imagination for fear. Although he was unconvinced, he told them to go home and that if it kept happening, they would talk the next day to see what to do. Despite the words of the priest, the people of the village did not feel more calm, because the storm became stronger, the wind blew more strongly, the rain fell non- stop and on the top of the hill the mysterious figure kept jumping from one side to the other. The next day, the inhabitants returned to the church to tell the priest. What happened, the priest who had now also seen this strange event, did not know how to explain it or what to do.

1:07:59 The rest. Without knowing what to do, people started thinking about solutions. One suggested placing crosses on peaks where the mysterious man jumped thought the crosses could protect them from the unknown and this gave them hope to try to stop what was happening. With this idea in mind, people felt a little better, believing that what was happening was not normal. They thought crosses, which are symbols of something good, could help. Then they took wood from the church courtyard and went to work to make crosses the priest blessed each cross, giving hope that this could solve the problem. With the mysterious presence on the hill, with the crosses ready, everyone followed the priest towards the hill, although the storm got worse, the wind was stronger and it seemed that nature wanted to stop them. They still made it to the first peak. The priest blessed the place and people began to finish to put the first cross in spite of the weather. They worked together, although it seemed that every shovel of earth they moved was more enraged to nature, but they did not give up.

1:09:10 When the hole was ready the priest said prayers and blessed the place before placing the cross, seeking protection. Full of hope they went to the second peak to do the same. But just as they were going to place the second cross, something unexpected happened. A frightening cry was heard from the bottom of the hill, followed by a tremor that shook the place. Big stones fell into the village, causing a noise that frightened everyone. This happened just as they were putting the cross on the second beak and no one could explain why this was happening. But what happened next left everyone amazed. The mysterious being leaping between the beaks and the storm suddenly disappeared, revealing a clear sky and a bright sun. The priest surprised by what he had just witnessed, invited the villagers to accompany him to give thanks to God. Upon returning to the place where they nailed the first cross, a moving mass of thanksgiving was celebrated. People, still amazed, looked at the distance between the two peaks, remembering with amazement the presence of the dark being and the fury of the storm. People couldn' t believe it. The idea that an ordinary person could accomplish such a feat seemed outside this world. Soon speculations began to fly and one theory took on more force than the others. Only a supernatural entity like the Devil could have the ability to jump such a distance. Since then,

1:10:45 the site was named the Devil’ s Leap and became a place of mystery and reverence. Every year, on the fourteenth of September, the inhabitants of the village gather to celebrate a mass in honor of this usual event. What makes this legend even more special is that there is evidence that many consider to be evidence of its veracity. For example, at the top of the peaks near Barranco there are crosses that, according to the story, mark the exact point where the Devil landed after his impressive jump. In addition, the rocks that are scattered around the area. They are said to be remnants of the tremor that shook the place at the time the Cross was planted on earth, adding a touch of reality to the legend. The story of the Devil ' s Leap is not only a fascinating narrative, It is an event that unites the Community. The pilgrimage of September 14th is more than a simple tradition.

1:11:43 It is a time when the past and the present meet and the old stories feel as alive as ever. Year after year, people gather while keeping legend alive and celebrating the rich history and culture of their people. But the legend took a new turn when, in the year two thousand and thirteen, an unexpected event seemed to confirm the mystical connection of the people with the supernatural. A strong storm struck the region on July 28, wreaking havoc and taking the life of a young woman from the village. The tragedy hit hard, but what followed was even more surprising. Right after the incident, the storm calmed down abruptly, as if nature itself paid homage to the victim. This event reinforced the inhabitants' belief in power and the presence of greater forces, further linking the tragedy and the legend of the Devil' s leap, the ghost of the Garden of St Mark. My name is Beatriz and my job is at a bookstore in the city center. When it' s time to eat, I like to eat in small places that are close to a very beautiful park called San Marcos Garden. But what really makes my city special, Aguascalientes is not just the food or the pretty places, but the parties we do. The most important is the National Fair of San Marcos. During those

1:13:15 weeks everything changes in the city. There' s lots of light, dance music and we' re all very happy. It' s a time when we forget the bad things and enjoy the biggest party we' ve had since I was very little. I have always been interested in the mysterious stories of Aguascalientes, but there is one that I like more than any other, the legend of a ghost in the Garden of San Marcos. This story began in one thousand eight hundred and forty- seven, just as the garden had opened. It was a very nice place where families gathered to spend time. It had many plants, walking paths, a place to pray and a space with lights to see at night. The entrance was decorated very pretty with pink stones.

1:14:01 In one thousand eight hundred and fifty- one, during a very large feast they were doing in the garden, many people came from another city, Guadalajara. Among them was Don Felipe Rey González, a man who came from a very old family in this region. Don Felipe started with a small shop and during the fair went very well, so he decided to sell more things. Although at first it was difficult. He worked hard and managed to be very successful and earn a lot of money. After a while, Don Felipe had a lot of money and decided to live in aguacalientes near the Garden of San Marcos. His family continued to live there for a long time, but having a lot of money sometimes causes concerns. Don Felipe was afraid of being robbed, so he started buying gold jewelry because he thought they weren' t safe at home. He didn' t know where to keep his money, without anyone, not even his wife knowing. Then he came up with a very good idea to hide it in the Garden of St Mark. In the middle of the night, next to a ash tree in the forest of Rosales, located north and east of the garden, Don Felipe hid a metal box with gold and jewels under the ground. He used to pass near his hidden treasure as if it were something everyday and when he invited his friends to enjoy the fresh air of the garden, he chose to sit on the railing right in front of his treasure. It had become customary to meet with their acquaintances

1:15:33 to play and place bets. However, the situation took an unexpected course one day. At one of those meetings, things got out of hand. A misunderstanding led to insults and finally shooting. The violence took everyone by surprise. One person lost his life and two more were injured. Don Felipe, visibly concerned, was arrested to clarify what happened during his stay in prison. The concern for his fortune buried in the Garden of San Marcos consumed him. No one else knew about his hidden treasure, but the idea of losing him tormented him. In those moments of uncertainty, he sought comfort in the Virgin of the People. González, who once was locked behind bars, did not allow his spirit to be broken by adversity. In the midst of her despair, she made a promise to Our Lady, offering part of her wealth and celebrations in her honor, hoping to see again the light of day and embrace the life that was once hers. This hope was not in vain, for, against all odds, he was released. The lack of evidence against him gave him a second chance, one that he received with disbelief and joy, marked by the reunion with his family and friends, who eagerly awaited him outside the prison. However, once he was free, González faced the routine of everyday

1:17:03 life, which gradually pushed him away from the promise he had made. The happiness of being back in her home, the tranquility she found in the Garden of Saint Mark and the celebration with her loved ones made her forget her commitment to Our Lady. This garden, a place of peace and tranquility, also hid the treasure of González, a crucial detail that would later become important in his history. Over time, González' s health began to deteriorate severely, limiting his days to weakness and suffering. His only consolation was to visit the Garden of St Mark, insisting on being taken there every day, despite his growing inability to move or speak. In his last moments he tried to communicate something to his wife, but his message remained incomprehensible, only accompanied by gesture those pointing towards the garden, leaving a mystery unsolved. After his death, the legend of González took on his own life. It is said that his spirit still wanders through the Garden of Saint Mark, earning the title of the garden ghost. Rumors about the treasure box buried and if it still remains, hidden or discovered by another, remain a mystery. This story has transformed the garden into a place of fascination and fear, especially during the night. The

1:18:38 devil' s lover is Javier, and I live near very large mountains in Puebla, Mexico. This place is very nice, full of plants and animals, but there are also many stories of strange things that pass through the fog that sometimes covers everyone. From my house I can see mountains and valleys far away. Some days are sunny from morning to night, but there are other days when it rains a lot, so much so that the roads fill with water, but thanks to this climate where I live you can grow many things like coffee, corn and fruits. The mountains not only give us food, but are also an important part of what we believe and how we live.

1:19:26 The elders of the village They often tell stories about ghosts and other mysterious things. Among all the stories that are told is a well- known one about the Devil’ s lover. This story makes a lot of people get their skin scared. History says that a long time ago a young man from Puebla decided to sell mirrors in the villages of the Sierra. Mirrors liked it a lot because they were bright and beautiful. This young man went with his horse and two mules towards the saw and on the way he met an older gentleman who was going to r for the same place. They decided to go together and when it was dark, the elder lord told the young man to stay close to a fire to warm up. Despite having doubts, the young man accepted because it was very cold and dark. The elder lord, who knew how to survive in the field, made a bonfire and took out a bottle of spirit to share. While they were chatting that night around the fire.

1:20:26 The lord began to tell a very old story about how he once bought a mirror for his home. He said that at a fair in honor of Saint Michael, the Holy One of his people, the Devil, he was looking for ways to do evil. The man remembered how that mirror changed everything in his house, especially for Matilde, his partner. The mirror turned like a door to bad and secret things. The man told how his wife, Matilde spent a lot of time looking in a mirror for him it was as if she was trapped by her own repercussion smiling and making gestures, as if she was communicating with someone else, not just her image. This caused him much concern and jealousy because he felt Matilde was flirting with something dangerous and unknown, something he could not see or understand. As the story followed the bonfire around which they were sitting, it seemed to come alive with the flames, moving in a way that made the atmosphere even more mysterious. The drink they shared helped the words and memories flow more easily until it was over and with it the story came to a moment of silence in which everyone reflected on what they had heard. The man, appearing to know beyond what his years allowed him, shared advice on the dangers of being carried away by appearances and superstitions.

1:21:56 His story was not only a memory, but a lesson he had learned and remained very present in his mind. One day, the man returned home early, moved by an unexplained suspicion. What he discovered was Matilde standing in front of one of his oldest mirrors, in a pose that seemed to him to be of complete surrender to his eyes. Matilde was not alone, she was accompanied by a presence he could not see, but she felt deeply in her being. Consumed by a whirlwind of jealousy, fear and the influence of superstitions that had marked his life, the man fell into a state of blind anger.

1:22:39 The act that followed was one of impulsive violence, a moment of darkness that would forever change man' s life. The decision to bury Matilde and create a false story to cover his absence was the beginning of his own torment. Guilt and remorse became his constant fellow shadows that never left him. Only years later, as an old man, the man shared his story not as a confession, but as a warning. Through his story. He sought to teach others about the danger of being dominated by unsubstantiated anger, jealousy, and beliefs. On the night the man told his story, the sky was clear and the moon shone brightly, illuminating his tired face and surmounted by the wrinkles of time. As he walked away disappearing between fog and darkness. He left behind not only his story, but also a warning for those who could find it in the future. The young man who listened to the history of man, stared at the darkness, reflecting on the words of the old man at dawn, would leave for St Michael, carrying with him the mirrors that had been silent witnesses of the tragedy. The wedding' s macabre. My name is Kevin and I want to share something very important to me. I'

1:24:10 ve recently realized that my memory isn' t as good as it used to be. I forget things easily and that worries me a lot. There' s a special story my grandfather told me when I was younger. It' s very important to me and I don' t want to forget it, so I decided to write it down forever. A long time ago, around the nine hundred and thirty years, my grandfather was a child. He lived in a place where there was a very rich family that had a daughter, there was another family that, although not so rich, had three children. The eldest son of this family and the daughter of the rich family fell in love and decided to marry. Their families were happy with this decision and thought it would be good for everyone. The wedding day was all very nice and elegant. After the church ceremony they went to the house to keep celebrating.

1:25:04 But at one point the bride went up to her room to change her clothes and it took a long time to return. Her mom and boyfriend' s mom went up to get her and found something terrible in the hallway, a bloody person' s leg. They called the others and when they entered the bride' s room, they saw a horrifying scene, body parts everywhere and the bride' s head in bed. Suddenly they heard a scream from the garden. They all ran outside and saw the groom hanging from a tree with no hands. It was a very scary moment and everyone started running away from the house. The parents of the desolate boyfriends and without knowing what to do, came to the police for help, but, unfortunately, the responsible person was never found. No one had answers. The case was full of unknowns.

1:26:00 Eight days after this tragic loss, during a mass organized to remind the bride and groom of an unexpected event, he shook again all those present. A young man outside the family of the disappeared. It came with an antique - looking box. The contents of this box left everyone speechless inside lay the groom' s hands and a message declaring that his love was doomed, that what happened was inevitable. This young man explained that the box had appeared in his house sent by mail anonymously and felt it was his duty to deliver it during the ceremony. The appearance of the box and its macabre contents led the parents to a painful decision. Consumed by horror and wishing to put an end to the constant nightmares, they chose to close the case and stop looking for answers. As a result of these events, the story of the bride and groom became the center of many theories and speculations. Some people believed that the enemies of the youth were the culprits, arguing that old fights and enmity had culminated in this tragedy. Others thought that a young man secretly in love with the bride and rejected by her had carried out the act. Out of spite.

1:27:19 There were also rumors of a dark deal with supernatural forces involving parents in a diabolical pact in exchange for wealth, which pointed to evil entities as the perpetrators of the crime. Regardless of the various theories, the legend continues to feed on creepy tales surrounding the mysterious house. It is said that even today, the sounds of screams and strange noises resonate in the dark residence. The fearless visitors who venture to enter tell terrifying experiences describing the presence of a grim figure with an hour and a girlfriend, running and screaming desperately for his life.

1:28:03 The house, wrapped in an aura of mystery and tragedy, has become a place feared by the locals, who avoid approaching it during the night. The shadow of that fateful day seems to persist and the tales of the bride and the sinister figure continue to feed the dark legend of the wedding macabre the street of the three crosses. My name is Federico and I want to tell you something interesting that happened in Zacatecas, where I have lived since I was born. This story begins with an important man named Diego. He was not only the owner of a very large and beautiful house, but he was also like a father to his niece, Beatrice, who was a very pretty girl and had just finished her studies. Don Diego had a very specific plan for Beatriz. She wanted her to marry her son Antonio, but Antonio wasn' t the best match. While he was in the army fighting pirates, he became famous for spending a lot of money and for too much drinking. Don Diego' s plan was simple. If Beatriz married Antonio, he could use Beatriz' s money any way he wanted. Then, the big house where they lived became kind of a luxury prison for her, where she couldn' t make her own decisions. The story gets more interesting when at midnight violin

1:29:36 melodies played by a young man were heard. This young man, Gabriel Garcia, was a very skilled musician who had learned a lot thanks to the nuns of the convent. Despite coming from a humble family, Gabriel was well received at high society events for his talents. At one of those meetings, Beatriz heard Gabriel play the violin and fell in love with him. Gabriel, who was also in love with Beatriz, played his music in front of her house every night hoping to express his love to her. Beatriz, wanting to listen to Gabriel' s music, found ways to prevent Don Diego from realizing and peeking out to enjoy the serenades that his lover gave him. One day while Gabriel played his violin passionately, Don Diego passed by to see the young musician, anger took hold of him. He confronted Gabriel by ordering him to leave immediately and threatening him with the violence of his servants. If he refused to obey, Gabriel, however, did not let himself be intimidated with the dignity and courage that characterized him. He refused to leave out of fear. He assured Don Diego that, although he was willing to leave, it was not out of cowardice, but out of respect for himself and his principles worthy of a true knight. The situation quickly escalated when Don Diego, furious and challenged,

1:31:08 drew his sword as if from an ancient duel scene. Despite the tension, Gabriel, maintaining his composure and respect, refused to fight arguing his deep respect for Don Diego. Despite the circumstances. In response, Don Diego insulted him severely, unleashing his anger against Gabriel with words full of contempt. In the face of verbal violence, Gabriel drew his sword more than ready to defend himself, although without intent to attack, he merely blocked the blows of Don Diego, who, blinded by fury, sought to end the confrontation with a final blow. However, in an unexpected turn of events, Don Diego stumbled and fell on Gabriel' s sword, sealing his own destiny in the most tragic way. But the drama wouldn' t end there. A servant witness of the scene reacted violently, stabbing Gabriel in the back before fleeing to the security of the house. Meanwhile, Beatriz, who had been watching from a window, was overwhelmed by the horror of what happened. When he heard the screams and the roar of the battle, he lost his balance and fell from the vantage point, finding his end next to that of his beloved Gabriel.

1:32:25 The authorities' arrival at the site revealed a devastating scene. Three lives lost in an act of unexpected violence. A stranger moved by compassion and respect for the fallen, marked three crosses at the site of the tragedy, giving rise to the name by which that street would be known ever since. All three crosses. The hill of the Zoconstle called me nito colás and I live in ashnillo, a place not far from the hill of the Quesoconosle. This hill looks impressive from afar. During the day, it looks dry and with little vegetation, but still there are plants that manage to survive when there is a full moon. The hill looks completely different. Choconostle Hill is famous for an ancient history that began in the 17th century. At the time, Fresnillo was a very important place because there was a lot of mining. People were looking to get rich, working in the mines or trading. Fresnillo produced a lot of silver and it was transported to zacatecas to keep it safe. But carrying the money was dangerous because there were thieves waiting to steal it to protect themselves from theft. People started hiding the money on the hill. They say that hill hid the devil and that it was a very ugly and dangerous place,

1:33:58 with thorny plants and venous animals. The caves on the hill were so dangerous that no one dared to approach. People thought these caves were part of an ancient volcano. The miners used these fears to hide their money on the hill, thinking that no one would dare to look for it out of fear of the devil. In time, those who knew where the silver was hidden died and the treasure was forgotten. Centuries later, when they were building a road near the hill, the workers began to notice strange things. They heard strange noises and saw black smoke that frightened them and made some sick even stopped working for fear. Here lived a shepherd dedicated to the care of his goats, a simple man who had become accustomed to the tranquility and mysteries of the countryside.

1:34:49 This pastor, throughout his life, became the spokesman for a legend that, in time, would captivate everyone' s imagination in the village. According to this man, in the hill lived an extraordinary creature to which many referred as the devil. This being was the guardian of a huge treasure hidden by miners centuries ago. The peculiarity of this story lay in a unique treatment offered by the devil. The treasure could be taken by anyone who dared to look for it, as long as it was not captured in the act. The shepherd claimed to have met this creature unexpectedly. One day, one of her goats was lost and when looking for her, she fell into a cave hidden in the mountain. It was in this dark place that he ran into the being who guarded the treasure. The devil, whom the shepherd nicknamed. The work revealed to him the existence of gold and the peculiar agreement on its custody.

1:35:49 The most intriguing thing in this story was that the devil only abandoned his guard on Holy Friday, when the treasure became visible to those who used to look for him. The news of this wealth spread quickly, attracting many adventurers every year, who hoped to find the treasure and escape before three o' clock in the afternoon, when, according to popular belief, Christ died. However, despite numerous attempts, no one was able to find the treasure. It was said that he was hiding somewhere in a ravine where the people of the village threw their garbage, right in the place where today the municipal dump is located along the Pan- American highway. This peculiar location made the legend even more mysterious, as it suggested that the treasure was hidden in plain sight, but protected by a supernatural force that prevented its discovery. With the passage of time, the legend of the hill has remained alive in the conversations of the inhabitants of the village. Some consider it a simple fable, while others firmly believe in the existence of the treasure and the warnings surrounding its search.

1:37:04 The truth is that this story, with its elements of mystery, adventure and a supernatural covenant, continues to fascinate generations, becoming an indelible element of local culture. The petrified snake in Zacateca frenillo is a place with a lot of history and legends. There' s a very interesting story about a giant ashprick snake It wasn' t always as we know it today. Before, in the colonial times, it was a place with few houses and many mines.

1:37:45 The story I' m going to tell you happens at a time when the sky decided to open up with an unusual force, triggering a storm that spread for several days in August, a period known for its rains, but not for such extreme events. The intensity of the rain was such that the ancient practices of the people, like stabbing knives into the earth believing that they could cut the water and stop its fury, were useless. Concern grew as the inhabitants prayed for the end of the storm, fearing the consequences it could bring on their quiet people. Just as the storm calmed down, leaving a trail of uncertainty in its wake. A huge sea snake emerged from the depths, moving inexorably towards ash. The vision of this creature of mythical proportions and a palpable ferocity caused fear to spread like a flood of gunpowder. For the people of the village. The appearance of such a monster was not a mere whim of fate, but a clear message of punishment. The accumulated transgressions, from the lack of respect for the elderly to the disobedience of the younger ones and the unjust treatment of women and the elderly, seemed to have invoked this threat directly from the depths of the sea. The panic took hold of ash.

1:39:10 People, believing that the end was near, sought refuge in the churches waiting for faith to protect them from being devoured by the serpent. But in the midst of chaos a priest accompanied by a child, both armed, only with their courage and faith decided to confront the beast, in front of the serpent, began their prayers begging for the mercy and salvation of his people. Against all odds, the miracle materialized the serpent, touched by the unshakable faith of its opponents, transformed into stone, giving origin to what we know today as the Sierra de la Valdecañas. This heroic act marked a before and after in frenillo, the Community, reflecting on past mistakes, began to forge a new path based on respect and solidarity. The stone serpent now an imposing natural monument became a symbol of unity and change. Although rumors circulate that the snake tried to revive causing tremors that shook the earth, these are nothing more than legends on campfire nights. Today, the imposing figure of the petrified viper dominates the landscape. His head and body extend along the mountain range, visible from anywhere in the city as an eternal guardian. Legend has it that the fate of the serpent, if it will remain asleep or awaken, is intrinsically linked to

1:40:42 the behavior of the inhabitants of frenillo. This history, beyond its supernatural elements, teaches us about the importance of the Community, the respect and the capacity for change and redemption that resides in the hearts of peoples. The night of the devil is called Ulysses and I want to share an experience that always causes me to chill. As a child, my mother instilled a deep respect for the traditions and beliefs of our place, placing special emphasis on the 24th of August, day dedicated to Saint Bartholomew. He told us that on that day we should proceed with great caution and it was evident how his concern increased as he approached the date. He constantly reminded us that the 24th of August was not an ordinary day. It was a day full of risks that could manifest themselves in various ways, fire, water or even dangers As he climbed the trees, he narrated how the devil sought any opportunity to create chaos, taking advantage of any carelessness to unleash misfortunes and calamities. According to local beliefs, starting at eleven o’ clock on the night of August 23rd, a violent storm broke out, with intense rains, lightnings and winds so strong that nothing seemed to resist its passage. That day, venturing into the countryside or exploring

1:42:14 caves became an invitation to the unknown. For example, snakes showed strange behaviors and entering a cave could result in being lost. The most surprising thing was how nature itself seemed to be altered by the presence of the devil, with flies disappearing and certain plants drying up to contact. The legend of Saint Bartholomew facing the devil was central to these beliefs. The story tells how the Saint, when he was overcome in a race through the Shikama Valley, begged for divine help and managed to leap miraculously over the Shikama River, securing his victory.

1:42:55 The devil full of arrogance tried to imitate him, but failed to fall into the river and drown. Since then it is said that the devil' s tail can be seen in the river as it grows, serving as a reminder of its defeat. My mother used to tell these stories with a seriousness, so that she made us reflect on the importance of being vigilant and protected. In our house. On 24 August there was a mixture of respect and caution. We followed a series of rituals to protect ourselves. We did not go out after dark we marked our doors with blessed symbols to keep evil spirits away and lit candles in every corner of the house to illuminate our home with protection and warmth. In addition, my mother taught us to prepare a special dish on that day that, according to her, helped to strengthen the spirit and family union. It was a past recipe from generation to generation that mixed local herbs and spices with food that was believed to have protective property. Preparing and sharing this dish became an act of love and resistance against the dark forces that, according to the stories, were especially lurking on that date. Over the years, the sense of fear that I initially felt turned into a deep connection with my roots and an appreciation for ancestral wisdom. My mother' s teachings, rather than mere warnings, became a legacy of respect for the unknown

1:44:30 and a guide to how to live in harmony with the forces of nature and the cosmos. Every 24th of August, now, with my own children, we relive these traditions with the same respect and care that my mother taught us. I tell you the stories of Saint Bartholomew and the devil preparing, the special dish that I learned from my mother and together, as a family, we reaffirm our commitment to live conscious of our environment, respecting the beliefs that have been transmitted through generations. On this day we remember that, even if we do not see directly the forces around us, their influence is real and deserves our respect and attention. La Niña de cabora Carlos de Sinaloa shares with us the story of Teresa Urrea, also known as La Niña de cabora, a woman who mixed the mystical with the struggle for justice in Mexico. Teresa was born in one thousand eight hundred and seventy- three and from a young age showed special abilities to heal people, which many believed was because they had a special connection with the divine. Her fame grew so much that people from many places came to seek her help, hoping to be healed by her.

1:45:53 Theresa' s influence was not only spiritual, but also a symbol of resistance and hope for many people who wanted a change in the country. Despite the difficulties, Teresa always remained faithful to submission to help others. Created in an environment that merged two different cultures. Her father' s inheritance took her country man and her mother, Cayetana Chávez, of indigenous roots, shaped her vision of the world and her spirituality in a unique way. This cultural duality allowed Teresa to forge a complex and rich identity, embracing Catholicism, while questioning her practices and seeking an expression of faith more rooted in empathy and social justice.

1:46:40 Since her childhood, Teresa showed an exceptional ability to heal, an ability that intensified after a transformative experience at sixteen years of age that left her with the ability to heal and anticipate future events. These extraordinary gifts earned him recognition in his community in Cabora, where he became a figure of great importance, performing what many considered miracles. However, her relationship with the authorities, both ecclesiastical and governmental, was tense, marked by defiance and resistance, as Teresa promoted a faith directly communicated with God, away from established power structures. His challenge to ecclesiastical norms, such as his practice of personally baptizing children and his growing reputation as a spiritual and political leader alarmed the government of Porfirio Díaz, who saw in it a threat to his authority. This, coupled with the use of his name by a friend to incite the indigenous to rebellion, solidified his status as an opposition figure, culminating in his exile to the United States.

1:47:50 Far from her homeland, Teresa continued her struggle, responding to injustice with concrete actions, such as her response to the Massacremos, which prompted her to consider the armed struggle against days and to use other media, such as the press, to oppose her regime in the United States. Not only did he continue his healing work, but he also became a voice for the underprivileged, earning the respect of a wide range of individuals, from medical professionals to journalists. Teresa' s life, though short, was intensely significant. Dying at the age of thirty- three. He left a lasting legacy as a symbol of enduring unbreakable faith and dedication to the service of others, Father Garcia' s treasure. My name is quinten and I live in a place called Lampazos.

1:48:53 I want to tell you a famous story here that people have been telling since the year nineteen hundred s. S. N. Of s use. Then strange and mysterious things have happened. Some people say they see people- like figures chasing people back home too late, and it' s not just that. They also say they hear creepy laughs in the middle of the night. The oldest in the place know why these things happen and they always tell the same story. There was a house on the corner of two streets, Mina and Allende, which belonged to a man named Santiago González to Naya. This gentleman lent his house to a highly respected priest, Father Garcia. Father Garcia was very smart and received a lot of money and gifts from people. He received so much that he had more than he needed and so that no one suspected, he decided to bury a lot of gold and silver coins somewhere in his house. But things took a sad turn. The priest had to go somewhere else and died unexpectedly before he could tell someone where the buried treasure was, so no one knew exactly where it was and began the legend of which spirits kept the treasure waiting for someone to find it. Once, a woman named Maria de la Luz Ortiz told how her brother Rafael was frightened by something that was not from this world. A very deep voice. He called from a tree near a bridge and Rafael ran terrified to his sister' s house.

1:50:25 Even though Mary of the Light tried to calm him down, Raphael was very frightened. After a few days, Rafael decided that he would not let fear control him. He went out again at night and after being in a canteen, he passed the street of horror, where he faced the voice that had frightened him before. Hearing his name, he shot in the air and asked the voice to show himself. It turned out to be just a man with a white sheet who ran scared, leaving the sheet behind. The story is still interesting. A u n s s a n o s r orio de la casa fed legends. A mayor of the time tried to solve it by ordering a hole to be dug in front of the house, which made people talk even more. Despite searching for years, they never found anything.

1:51:15 Everything changed in nineteen hundred and seventy, when they were building a road. When they removed a large tree near the house, they found bright coins, stopped the machines and found a broken vase with more coins inside. After that, three workers disappeared from the village with the coins and no longer talked about ghosts. In that place. The house was ruined. But people still tell the story of Father Garcia' s treasure. Stories written and adapted by Ramiro contreras