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0:05 The photograph. My name is Eva. I' m the third of four brothers. This leaves me in the middle son' s position. My family is native to northern Italy. My parents and grandparents were born in Modena, a city of great beauty that I sadly know only by images and videos. My parents emigrated to northern Mexico because of an economic crisis. Eventually, my father managed to restore his economy by setting up one of the first companies dedicated to riding racing bikes in Mexico. I would not want to judge my father, for each of us is the product of decisions and consequences. But my father just got this economic skill again. He returned to Modena with a woman twenty years younger than him, almost completely disobedient to us. I don' t know if my father really neglected us, or it would be that my mother, because of the courage for the bad play, would have forbidden him to see us or communicate with us. The fact is that they were at least two rather difficult years in which my mother had to keep us alone and that at that time none of us still had the age to work. I know there are a lot of minors working in Mexico, but my mother didn ' t want us to be employed until the past. The fifteen years were difficult times when we were rolling from house to house, looking for cheap rents and my mother jumping from job to job. We still had a lot of

1:38 shortcomings. My mother was always looking for the way our birthday wouldn' t go unnoticed. And it' s just that my mother was an excellent pastry maker and so our birthday will be limited simply to a simple cake with a candle. It was a wonderful thing for us. As I said earlier, we had to move constantly and we weren' t stable until my mother got a good job at a bakery that doesn' t exist today. But thanks to her it was that my mother managed to give us some of this skill for a while in the house that my mother got. We could finally have some separate rooms, and it' s just that before we all slept in the same room. I think it was my older brother, Fabricio, who mentioned something about the house. It was a silly comment where he thought the kitchen lights went out alone because the house was haunted. But this was solved after the electrician visited us. Turns out the house we lived in was pretty old and was already beginning to show faults in the electrical wiring. However, it happened that everything mentioned by Fabrizio was not the fruit of the superstition of a frightened child. It happened that we started finding strange things in the kitchen.

2:53 At first, they were small things that almost went unnoticed. And because the kitchen was quite large, with drawers and cupboards connecting to each other, we practically took it as our amusement park. As long as my mother wasn ' t home, we found dried flower petals also thorns. One day, when we got back from school, my sister Rosenda, who hadn' t been to school, told us she found something interesting behind a drawer in the cupboard. It was a wooden box that was already so rotten that it was practically broken in our hands. Inside we found some species of cast steel vents that, when opened, had organs almost mummified. One had the shape of a heart and two more would not know what form they would have. But inside they also contained something that in the past formed the organ of some animal.

3:51 We left the alleys on the table, as we thought to show them to our mother, as they became too strange to us. When my mother arrived and saw our find, she became pale, threw everything into a black bag and threw it into a vacant lot two blocks from our house. When he came back from throwing the bag, he scolded us, not without first explaining that those objects were part of some curse of a witch who came to live in the house earlier. Don' t let us ever think of snooping around where we weren' t called. As the days passed, we never snooped back in the drawers, but we began to notice even more strange and macabre things. For example, it once happened that in the middle of the night I got a hunger attack, so I decided to give a quick visit to the kitchen. After drinking some milk straight from the bottle and eating an apple, I started to notice a sound, as if someone was choking.

4:50 Then I turned on the kitchen light. Right next to the sink was a huge metal drum where my mother stored water. The sound of someone suffocating stopped, but right away. I started listening like a little dripping suddenly I saw a head sticking out of the boat. At first I thought it was just a white plastic bag, but after a few seconds I saw his eyes, two green eyes painted with blood around. Her skin seemed to be made of that white bag. Then he completely pulled out his head and saw a completely rotten denture. He smiled and immediately. He started making that sound I heard seconds earlier. Because of the scare, I spilled the bottle of milk on the floor and ran to my mother' s room. I told her what I had just seen and although she allowed me to spend the rest of the night with her, she didn' t believe me. He told me it was all the work of my imagination, and he didn' t pray with the passing of days. My mother insisted that what she had seen was totally real. But even my brothers didn' t believe me mostly all manufacturing, although from him I think I said rather not to believe myself as revenge for not believing him at first, when I mentioned to notice strange events in the kitchen, at least I decided to stay away from the kitchen and every time my mother ordered something from me I always refused, even though I ended up being forced into girdles. Soon Fabrizio was old enough to work. My other

6:25 brothers stayed in school and I, shamefully failed for a year and my mother, who was always of a proud character, did not want me to repeat it at the same school, but because I was looking for another option, I was unable to enter the school. For a year, my mother was upset with me, so she entrusted me with the household chores, and that ' s because she took double employment because she was paying a lawyer to finally demand that my father take care of our expense. I practically became the housewife I was practically in charge of all the cleaning. Only my mother left us the meals made, which seemed perfect to me, because although I was beginning to lose the fear of the kitchen, I did not forget completely my encounter with that entity. Even when I didn' t have to eat, I didn' t save myself from approaching the kitchen, because in more than a day a week I had to wash a mountain behind dirty ones. So I tried to carry out this activity until my school brothers had arrived and always asked them to accompany me while I was washing them. It once occurred to me that around 12: 30 in the morning I began to hear as if there was someone in the kitchen. As on several occasions, my brothers entered the house over there and the kitchen had a door facing a garden that in turn led to the street. I thought some of the boys had arrived, so I told them out loud to wait for me there, because I had dishes

7:56 to wash I approached the kitchen and when I found no one, I tried to back down, but before my eyes, the drawers of the cupboards opened themselves. Then I heard a voice saying my name. It was heard far away and on the wall as if there was someone inside the drain pipes. At that moment I decided to leave the house and wait for my brothers in the garden of the entrance. I tried not to look towards the house, because in my mind I imagined meeting that white- skinned entity again. My brothers came and when they saw my face pale and frightened, they asked me what was going on. I told them what I had just lived in the kitchen, but as expected, they didn' t believe me. Fabricio joked that he had surely seen the witch who lived there before and Rosenda laughed saying it was just my imagination. Despite their jokes, they decided to accompany me back to the kitchen to show me that there was nothing strange about going in.

9:00 Everything seemed normal. The drawers were closed and no voice was heard. My brothers started making fun of me, claiming that my fear was the product of invented stories. But at that moment the door of the cupboard opened with force and we were all dazzled by it. A cold wind came out and we heard the same voice as before. He said my name and uttered incomprehensible words. My brothers, now scared, grabbed my arm. I took them to the living room, where my mother had a huge crucifix that was brought from Italy. At that time, Rosenda became honest and told us that she had seen the entity, but not in the kitchen, but in the bathroom.

9:43 My mother had a plastic tub for us and even though she forbade us from using it because she spent a lot of water, sometimes she was a little flexible with her orders. So one day Rosenda was sick, my mother gave her permission to get into Latin for a while, so she would get down to the fever. I remember that day I was busy laying wet clothes in the yard, so I didn' t realize what happened. But Rosenda told us that she heated some water in a pot to mix it with water at room temperature of the key. But when he went to the kitchen through the pot back to the bathroom, he saw someone tucked into the latina. She thought it was one of us, so she toured the curtain at that time said she saw this white- skinned witch with rotten teeth. It was such a shock that Rosenda dropped the pot with hot water burning her feet.

10:39 Once he finished his account, I complained to him for not believing me, being that I had seen something similar to what I saw Then, my younger brother and yancarlo went on to tell another similar encounter. He saw her near his room. My mother divided us between men and women, so he didn ' t sleep in the same room as I did It happened as he folded his clothes when he pulled the basket back into the hallway, something took him by the arm. According to him, his hand looked very bony and almost transparent in skin. My brother said he couldn' t scream, but he saw her as if she were an old lady and even talked to him. He told her if she went with her, I' d give her cookies and a ball. He struggled and ran out of the house to meet Mom.

11:28 I felt a lot of courage that when I talked to them about these kinds of situations, everyone refused to believe me, since similar situations also occurred to them. So, once they were quiet about why they decided to lie, but they told me they didn' t really know. Even Rosenda said she did not remember it, for from that day on she felt that she could not keep the focus and much less remember some facts from day to day. I was really confused. I even came to think that nothing that they had just told happened to them, and they only invented it to maintain empathy with me and the events that we have just witnessed. The point is, we decided to talk to my mother, who, although she said she didn ' t believe us, started looking for another house to go to live in.

12:15 And that' s why the lawsuit against my father had already proceeded. Then my father came to visit us, stayed for about a month bought a house and registered it in our name. All this time nothing strange happened and my father wanted to make up for all the time he walked away from us. It was the same thing in the end. My father left Mexico again, but this time leaving an account in our name, where he deposited money with us month after month. This brought us good stability and allowed me to attend a private school. Time passed and we forgot about it. My younger brother' s birthday party is here. On this occasion, my mother wanted to celebrate how big she hired a clown show, a magician and a person who prepared snags for the children. All my brothers were very happy, as I hadn' t seen them in my mother' s years or talked.

13:13 He was dissipating from caring for relatives and friends, although relatives did not have much, really only a couple of days and cousins from my father, who did have enough children. I, for my part, although happy, felt stressed because I had a lot of work to do in caring for people. The party lasted too long and many people left without breaking the cake. And it' s just that my mother thought of holding the party on Tuesday in the middle of the month by the time the cake broke, we practically just left my brothers and some cousins. As it began to cloud and threatened to rain, we decided to pick up everything for this point. The gentlemen who hired for the snacks had already gone the same, the clown and the magician.

14:01 My mother put in the coffee machine and ordered me to pour a glass of milk to the children. Then there were all the children at the table. At the front was the cake with ten candles and behind it was a window facing the garden. Before lighting the candles, my mother asked us to wait a few minutes, went into her room and came back with a box. He opened the box and removed a camera. He told us he bought it that morning. Now yes, we lit my brother' s candles and turned off the lights. My mother took a picture before the candles went out and right after the candles went out and the lights went off, the camera dropped out of her hands, her face was pale and she began to tremble.

14:46 My brothers and other children did not understand what was going on, and it is that my mother had us all come to the room at that time. My mother lay on a couch. He gave us some air. It looked like she was going to faint. My mother gave up the party and sent us to bed without first accompanying her to pray a rosary. I remember that night, while trying to sleep, I heard my mother throwing holy water all over the house and I also heard her cry, which broke my soul at about 3 a m. I went to see her in her room and found her with all her crooked face. It looked pretty bad. At the time I called one of my aunts who took care of sending an ambulance to the county where we lived. My mother had a stroke. That night.

15:33 My aunt took care of us, but at least I didn' t take off from my mother. Almost usually, every afternoon I was with her in the hospital. We went to my aunt' s house, because as she told us, it was my mother' s will that we should not stay in that house anymore. Every night, before I slept, I wondered what my mother would have seen during the birthday party. I wasn' t sure, but I could almost swear it was the Witch, although it didn' t make sense, because it wasn' t the same house where my brothers and I witnessed it. Then I thought that if I had the camera roll revealed, I' d know what caused the embolism to my mother. So I did under the pretext of cleaning the house. I told my aunt I would come to the house and actually did the toilet, but I also took the camera which, though broken, had the photographic scroll intact, so I took it out and kept it in my purse. That day, as I washed the mountain of frets that were since the day of the feast, I began to feel very cold and felt this state in which the senses become more acute as when you sense that something bad is going to happen. I turned on the radio to give me courage, because I still didn' t have half of the dishes washed. It was a mistake to turn the radio on, as it began to change its tuning on its own. The sound was not like when the signal was lost, but it changed between stations, which was difficult. Back then, when the devices were all analog and not digital.

17:08 To change the frequency of the radio, you had to manually move the knob. I was going to try to disconnect the device, but at that moment it became pure static, I disconnected the radio and everything was left in deep silence. I tried to make myself understand that what I had seen in our old house could not chase us here much less, because the house my father bought for us was completely new. I gathered enough courage to stop to keep washing the frets. When I was about to finish, I began to hear the same sound I noticed that night in the other house. When I went down to the fridge, it looked like someone suffocating. I pulled back trying not to look in the direction of the small window in front of the kitchen. I heard it clearly like a voice. He told me that if I' d forgotten about her already, I couldn' t stand being in the house for a second and ran away without throwing a key at the door.

18:08 Luckily, I didn' t forget the photographic scroll and took it to pharmacies that had a developer lab. My mother left the hospital early, but her recovery would take much longer than we thought. Then he needed us even more. I was so entertained carrying the chores of the home that I completely forgot about the unfolding of the photographic scroll. I went to pick up the roll. I would have preferred it to be damaged, for what I saw I taught everyone is so terrible that even today, after almost forty years I could not get it out of my mind, I decided to open the envelope during a dinner at which I was with all my brothers. The last photo to be revealed showed the following. My brothers were sitting at the table in front of the cake and behind him they the window and in the window stood the albina woman with her bloody eyes and her smile showing her rotten teeth.

19:08 Everyone saw the photo, including my aunt, who couldn' t stand to see it and decided to burn it immediately. Then she blessed the house and went to wash the house from top to bottom with ammonia, saying it was the only way to turn away the bad energies. I told my aunt everything that happened to us since we lived in the previous house, how we opened these alleys that kept pieces of meat inside and how my mother wouldn' t believe anyone about what was going on. Then my aunt told us that the problem would not be the house in question, but that this energy contained in the aldermen she believed would be part of a witch who lived many years ago.

19:51 He was trying to take over one of us' s bodies to keep living. My aunt performed a series of rituals, healings that at least to me if they worked, although throughout the process I suffered terrible nightmares in which that witch kept me locked in a basement from which I could not escape. In the end, the nightmares stopped and although my mother recovered never again, we mentioned the subject again, because every time we touched her, she began to tremble, just as if she had Parkinson' s. Sometimes I think my mother saw something even more terrible than that same photograph, something she never dared to talk to any of us about and that it was a secret that the last apartment was taken to the grave. I met Amanda by pure chance, maybe by fate. The point is, I saw an ad on one of those sales pages of used stuff. I' ve always been a fan of wearing old clothes, Amanda, blesses, sacks and suits worn for gentlemen on the Internet like she didn' t have a physical store. We met to meet in a busy square in Bogotá. She was a girl a little taller than me Brunette and athletic- looking I' m rather fat, very wide in shoulders and back. The sack I asked you for. He didn ' t stay, so he asked me to accompany him to his apartment,

21:25 because he kept other models of several larger sizes. I then came to one of the oldest areas in Bogotá, a place to which, before I met Amanda, I would not dare to visit at night. During the transfer we were talking about everything and it came out that I needed that sack for a conference that I would give next month, because I was releasing a new book. My name is reserved for me, but I work as a writer for a local newspaper. In addition, in my spare time I write novels and at that time I premiered my second publication. Amanda found my profession quite interesting, so we started talking about urban legends and paranormal themes. He lived in the heart of that old neighborhood. A steel fence prevented access to stairs that took you to the apartments where she lived. That first day he asked me to wait on the street. I then stared at the alley, where there were several bars with quite striking concepts. I also saw a lot of people walking in the stairs. I figured the housing complex should be pretty big.

22:36 One of the people who entered the stairs caught my attention a lot, as his skin looked quite wrinkled, so wrinkled that it seemed to bleed between the folds that formed those wrinkles. She was also wearing makeup on her face. Apparently, the gentleman was engaged in clowning when Amanda got off He brought several bags in different suits. They were all my size, but I bought him a dark grey square. After paying him just for sheer inertia, I asked him if he didn' t want to go have a beer with me. I thought you' d say no,' cause it' s weird for a stranger to buy you something the first time he sees you. However, to my surprise, she said yes. So we' re done. Going to a bar very close to his house. She told me she had just set up her tattoo studio apartment. He showed me his work, which, by the way, was pretty good. Although I' m not a fan of tattooing my skin, I asked her if she didn' t feel it was overwhelming to live in the middle of the noise and the uproar of a neighborhood like that. She replied that it was a bit overwhelming, but that she would not live anywhere else, because she loved to be in the city.

23:45 We stopped talking for about fifteen days and, like me, I was very pleased to ask her out again. After that exit we felt a lot of chemistry between the two of us and ended up in a courtship. It took a month for her to invite me to her apartment and when she did, it became clear that she was a little embarrassed about the place she lived in, because according to her it was a fairly old and careless building and it was actually a neighborhood. I told him that the site seemed fantastic to me, because despite being careless, it showed a colonial style architecture. In addition, he had decorated his apartment fantastically. It looked pretty gothic. I spent a lot of weekends with her. One thing we had in common was that we didn' t have many relatives. She and I only had one sister aunt of my mother, who took care of me since childhood and she was an orphan, so if we didn' t go to my studio on weekends, we would spend her in her apartment. One day in the afternoon I went looking for her, I met the man in front of me with clown makeup, I tried to greet him, but the man ignored me and passed by. He walked down the hall into the apartment. By simple inertia, I went to the door, where that strange subject entered. The apartment he entered looked pretty deteriorated. A layer of dust covered each part of the door and the window in it, as well as having a couple of broken

25:18 glass. Since it was Sunday and everything was quiet, I tried to listen inside. Then I heard a laugh like macabre, so I preferred to get away from there, because I didn' t know if the tenant would be some kind of schizophrenic or have any disorders. When I arrived with Amanda, I found her busy doing a tattoo on a girl' s back. I didn' t mean to interrupt her, so I sat on a couch once I was done, we popped a couple of beers. Then I asked her about her neighbor with clown makeup Amanda opened her eyes a lot and surprised me she told me that she had no neighbor like that who, in fact, the bottom department the last one had already been unemployed for at least eight years.

26:07 I swore to him that I had seen this man, but she held on to the fact that there was no one in the building that looked like a clown, in addition to the fact that most tenants were young people. That afternoon we took care of watching a movie, but I couldn' t get the image of that clown out of my head. I was sure I ' d seen him, and I didn' t think he was a ghost. I' ve seen spectra in the past, but that man looked too real. Then I insisted on talking about that clown. Angry Amanda asked me to accompany her to the apartment and see if, after corroborating that inside it was totally empty. I was convinced that it wasn' t possible for anyone to live there. We went back to that apartment then. Amanda, taking advantage of the lack of a glass at the door, opened the lock.

26:59 By or inside we entered and, as she said, the apartment was almost empty. Except for one piece of furniture in Ruinas, the place was too small and did not have its own bathroom. According to Amandas and they were before all the departments, but at present each of these had its own bathroom. The apartment itself was two small rooms, one with a curtain and behind it, as frozen in time, a beautiful dresser filled with make- up covered in cobwebs and dust a broken mirror and in front of it reflected a small seat and on it a small ventriloquist doll. He wore a Renaissance- style suit and his face painted like an arlequin. The doll was somewhat frightening, especially the expression of his face, as it gave the impression of maintaining a perpetual smile. His teeth and hair were too realistic. He had no eyes. I found a lot of resemblance in the sea make- up of that puppet with the man I swore to have seen go in there. I told Amanda that the makeup on that doll was identical to the man I saw going in there, but she didn' t answer me. He just turned his eyes. We left that place leaving everything intact and never mentioned the subject again. We spent a month together and the relationship went even further. I practically moved in with her, because there were weeks when she asked me not to leave her because I was afraid at night, although she never mentioned that

28:33 I was afraid of her. Followed in the evenings, she heard her complaining in her sleep It seemed as if some trauma had gotten into the depths of her being. When this happened, I used to hug her on a rainy night. We fell asleep. About three o' clock in the morning. I started listening to a leak fall in the room, but I didn' t want to pay attention to it. Then I began to dream in my dream. I heard someone knocking on the door and as Amanda was busy, I attended and when I opened I couldn' t find anyone, but I heard a mixture of laughter and crying, I wouldn' t know how to explain it, but the sound was really sinister. After hearing that sound, I walked into the house and locked the door again. Seconds later they played with more insistence. This time. Amanda walked me to the door. Then we found the ventriloquist doll with half a broken head. In that the doll stood up and began to cry by grasping the part of his head that he needed. That' s when I woke up. It was day and, to my surprise, they knocked on the door with a lot of force.

29:45 Amanda stood up and answered the door. They were neighbors who came to invite him to the birthday party of two girls who were twins. The party would be held outside in the yard and hallway of the apartments. Amanda told me that they used to throw good parties there, that she had already been in a couple of them and practically all the neighbors cooperated to pay for these celebrations. We decided to attend, although we didn' t really know what we were doing at a children' s party. Being a couple without children. Two days before the party, Amanda introduced me to a forty- five- year- old man who had spent practically his entire life living in the neighborhood, as did his family three generations ago. Amanda wanted me to meet this man, whose name was Julio, as she told him about my meeting with the Clown in the last department. It turned out that Julio, as a child, found out about a story his grandfather told him. The story was about a man who was prey to all vices, who in his youth was heir to a great fortune, who squandered, lost property, lost his way to business cars and, as is to be expected when you have friends, for convenience, no one was with him when he stayed on the street.

31:07 So that man fell into the neighborhood, where all he could devote himself to was clowning, although it wasn' t his only activity, because people murmured that he used to meet some witches at night, this to be able to recover his fortune magically, which obviously didn' t happen and all he managed to do was degrade himself every time as a human being, they always saw him drunk drinking on the streets little by little there were also rumors that that that man made improper touching on women. Julio was not sure if this was just a rumor or had been true, but what did happen was that he earned the contempt of all the people who came to know him. Julio interrupted to ask if he knew whether the man in question also possessed a ventriloquist doll.

32:00 Julio kept quiet for a couple of seconds. He went on to say that the last years of his life he traveled with a ventriloquist doll to the nearest cities and to the center during the holidays. According to Julio, no one ever knew how that man died. There were only rumors. Some claimed to have seen him throw himself into a river, others said he locked himself in an electricity station, and others swore to have seen a demon come out of the mirror in his dressing room to bring him alive to hell to pay for his sins. Julio' s story seemed quite interesting to me. Unfortunately, he couldn' t give me any more details about it. He found it interesting that that doll was still in his apartment. The same makeup immediately asked us to show him what we found in the apartment. We went back to that place, but the ventriloquist doll was no longer just the makeup and something else, something I didn' t notice in my first intrusion into this department. It was a little picture of a clown who didn' t look like I' d seen. He was young, wearing a cone- shaped hat and his expression was sad. He was carrying a stick on his shoulder with a bag- like blanket, tied to the tip, just like a bum would. Julio looked around and then told us something like that every urban legend contained its degree of truth and whatever the truth of that sad clown must

33:32 have been one of the scariest to keep people away for decades. That day, Amanda began to believe that she had actually seen that clown- painted man. From the moment he agreed to believe me, his nightmares got worse at such a point that he asked me not to leave him alone any night. Another thing that happened to him was that he developed an uncontrolled phobia, the bera to clowns. If we found one of them in a square, he would always ask me to stay away or if one was on television, he would close his eyes and tell me to change the channel. The date of the children' s party was immediately reached. Fortunately, they did not hire any clowns, just a magician and some girls who painted the faces of several children who were invited. There was all kinds of food and candy. Amanda and I had several beers. Although neither she nor I wanted to have children.

34:31 The children used to follow us a lot, so at that party we made friends with the children of several neighbors during the party. I heard a couple of kids say they saw a clown in the back yard of the building. According to them, he was wearing a doll that spoke only Amanda. She was completely pale. But far from losing his mind, he went to look for the parents of those children to ask if they had hired any surprise shows. The children' s unemployed were quite frightened, so they went to the place where they claimed to have seen the clown and as expected, they found no one. But if they heard a squeaky, mocking voice, just as a clown would pretend, this event didn' t stop the party.

35:17 Only children were prevented from moving away from the main courtyard. And it' s just that there really wasn' t any proof that some maniac was hanging around the party, Amanda and I decided not to spend the night in her apartment, not so much because of what had happened with the kids, but because neither she nor I liked to reveal ourselves. And, as Amanda told me, the parties were going on long enough there. That night, Amanda, she finally dared to tell me about the reason for her night terrors. It turned out that when I was a child and I lived in an orphanage during a holiday that I didn' t remember well whether it was Child' s Day or whether it was just one of those occasions when companies were carrying donations. But the case was that, while everyone was having fun with a boar show, she snuck out to one of the girls' rooms and being there saw a man dressed as a clown performing an improper act with one of the orphanage' s roommates. While he was telling me this, his voice was shaking. You could see he was having a hard time talking, so I told him he was fine. If she did not continue to count that traumatic event, she shook her head and continued to tell me that what remained most engraved on her head was the hair of the man she swore to me.

36:36 He did not simply wear a wig, but had let grow three strands of hair that were so dirty that they were raised, in addition to being painted red, and the rest of his head was bald and covered with grains. I imagined that man as being more repulsive on earth, and I embraced him and she set me aside. He told me that was the reason why he had night terrors and why he was afraid of clowns. I didn' t want to hug her again. I just stood there listening. After he told me that terrible story. He fell into deep sleep. Like never before. I saw her for me it was as if she had freed herself from a terrible burden. Instead, that night I had another nightmare again in this dream. After following the man dressed as a clown, he came back to that apartment and immediately began to hear the cry of several young children. Following this sound, I reached the part where we found the dresser. In that I realized that behind the curtains in the background there was some kind of little pig opened it and found many pictures with curses written from behind. At the time I was trying to get out of the apartment, but the door was disappearing from my sight and even though I was screaming for help. No one responded to my call and, on the contrary, listened to that squeaky laugh.

38:07 On that I woke up almost screaming. Luckily, Amanda was so deep asleep that she didn' t even complain about my screams. The days went by and Amanda started avoiding me the truth. I never liked to go after anyone, so I ran into her directly asking if anything was wrong, but she told me she was just feeling indisposed. I didn' t want to look for her again, and I preferred to spend more time on my work. And with the short time I had left, I was going to wander through the square, because at least in Bogotá every day extraordinary things happen. Unfortunately, in the busy days I began to notice a certain character among the crowd. It was that old man dressed as a clown. I didn' t even notice it at first. I thought it was one of so many homeless people who took advantage of whatever option they had left to earn some coins.

39:00 However, after seeing him, I noticed those wrinkles on his bleeding skin and that look was unmistakable. It was the man I saw in the neighborhood where Amanda lived. The man gave me a look of contempt. The first times I saw him I tried to talk to him, but the clown got lost in the crowd. Another day I found him sitting on a bench next to a fountain. I brought that ventriloquist doll and saw perfectly how I entertained all the people in the audience making a mockery of my name and my story with Amanda. In her act she declared that I had been deceived, that I had been used only as a means for her to get some missing appliances and that now she slept with Julio, her neighbor and that together they had haunted me. I must confess that for this I was already emotionally ill I used to drink at least one bottle of red wine a day, but I swear to God that what I witnessed was not the work of alcohol or delirium.

40:01 Then, shamefully, I have to accept that the first time I met that clown making fun of me, I had drunk too much and with warm blood for alcohol. I threw myself at him trying to shut him up. But that clown, despite his age, was pretty fast and always ran away. When I asked the people where the clown had gone, they answered me that there was no clown there. One day in the morning, Amanda texted me. She was urgently asking me to visit her. My pride could have been more, so I didn' t come to the first call. However, as several days passed, his messages were increasingly insistent and then, one last week his last message, I came to see her. I found her totally pale, as if she' d seen a dead man. Without words, he pointed to a package that was on his table. I went right away to see what it was about. It was the ventriloquist echo. The package had no sender or any other indication of where it had been sent from.

41:07 When I finally got to talk to her, she confessed everything to me just like that clown said. She had several encounters with that Julio guy. Obviously, I didn' t agree to go back to her, but I offered to try and solve the mystery about that package. She agreed and asked me to stay in my apartment, a request to which I refused, but I offered to take the doll and get rid of it. I got rid of the doll by throwing it in a garbage can by the train. That night I fell asleep early, but about five o' clock in the morning I got a call from Amanda. He told me that he had seen the same clown as me and that at that very moment he was laughing at her at the entrance of his apartment. I made fun of the situation, told him to call Julio. She almost cried, apologized again and asked me to come to her house. That night I refused and before hanging him I promised to go see her in the morning. When I arrived at his house, I trembled from the front door, as the gate was closed. No one answered my call, but I took advantage of the fact that a boy was going on a bicycle to get in. He had a key to his apartment, but not to the entrance. I walked to his door and knocked immediately, my door call was not answered, so I knocked. Twice more, a neighbor opened his door and, as I knew him, asked him if he did not know if Amanda was at home, to which the neighbor replied that he had not seen her leave all day. The neighbor approached me and

42:40 told me in the ear that in the night he had heard a lot of scandal, that Amanda was screaming in terror and the neighbor was about to call the police if not because his wife went to see what was going on. Amanda opened the door and told her everything was fine, that she was just going through a crisis and even invited her into her apartment. The woman said she saw that she was alone except for a horrid ventriloquist doll. At that moment I understood the urgency of my presence from Amanda, but I didn' t want to interrupt the neighbor, so I let him continue. At that we began to hear laughter. Coming from the bottom of the hall. The neighbor and I were amazed, but we went to see what was going on there. Inside was Amanda sitting in front of the dresser. He seemed to have gone mad taking her by the shoulders. We drove her to her apartment.

43:37 There we were able to make her react. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me. Then she asked the neighbor out and left her alone with me. Then he explained to me that such a man Julio really knew more about the clown, for he himself was a descendant of him and that he was not really a mere human being. Then she didn' t want to tell me anymore, and I didn' t want to hear her, because even though the whole thing had been too weird, she felt a lot of mixed feelings and no longer wanted to be with her, so I told God. Eventually I learned that there were a couple of disappearances that even led the police to investigate the case, in addition to Amanda' s being known to be an active witchcraft practitioner. For my part, and luckily, I never met that clown or Amanda again. Fun park, I' m an engineer in electromechanics. In my career I have had to carry out several constructions and remodelings of amusement parks, in which on more than one occasion I have witnessed strange and paranormal events, including objects and evidence that the practice of satanism and witchcraft is more common than one believed, especially in homes of wealthy people, who strive for the devil to improve their future. Rather than respecting

45:08 God' s plans. On one occasion, at the beginning of my career, I was assigned the remodeling of an amusement park abandoned by privacy issues. I prefer to reserve the exact location of this site, but this was in a province state in Mexico. The place had initially been the main attraction of a shopping mall, as it handled a fantastic concept aimed especially at children. I remember watching commercials on local television when I was a kid, but since I came from a very poor family, my parents never took me since the first day I went to get the budget, I couldn' t understand how a place like that could end up in abandonment. If you had everything you could wish for, as a child. There was a train that made a tour around the square and passed through specific places in the park. There were all kinds of games, carousels, arcades and even had its own auditorium and children' s party area. He could not understand how such a place went into decline, for apart from so many attractions, he was also passing through a fairly central place in the city. The rest of the square continued to function normally. However, it was perceived as the abandonment and decline of the amusement park. It filtered to each of the outside businesses and that is what the place looked like, since the amusement park was closed with steel mesh and covered the view with black plastic. I entered an area where the crossing of

46:44 the train was appreciated, now covered entirely with dust, but in very good condition. Two in charge of the square showed me how all the games continued to work except for some areas that were completely closed, as I was informed that there were problems with the pipe that caused several short circuits in the electrical wiring and it was necessary to keep those areas without energy. We went through several games until we reached the auditorium where the children' s parties were held. A feeling of melancholy took hold of me when I saw how several serpentine hats were still preserved on the tables and on the main table the heads of a few plastic clowns. In that we arrived at a huge tower, where it was explained to me that the power plant was located, as well as a circuit of cameras that for a long time had not functioned and although they had hired several technicians, they never managed to make them work. 100%.

47:44 I had my contacts back then, so I thought I' d call one of my best friends to take care of this job at the time. After assessing the situation, I signed the contract and started working immediately. I decided to form a team of work as best I could and a week after doing all the work of calculations and getting all the diagrams on which we were going to work, so as not to disturb the few remaining locators in the square we were asked to work at night. This did not cause any problems, for being a man over forty years old, being single, I tend to have noctambulal habits. We quickly set up a task force that advanced by leaps and bounds and soon had at least seventy- five percent of the overall advance. Unfortunately, whenever you start a job or a job you usually underestimate the total of work and time, so we get to a point where the advance stopped. And with this jam, strange things also started to happen.

48:51 The first thing that happened was that several workers resigned overnight and were people who had already been working with me on more than one play. They were responsible men who would not vote for the job. Just like that, I don ' t usually talk to the workers who do this, but on that occasion I did find it strange that even a man I trusted most would have voted for the job. His name was Ramiro. When I spoke to Ramiro, after apologizing, he told me a story of the most incredible that at the time I considered ridiculous. It was something like that. We found ourselves repairing the wiring where the auditorium is located and apparently everything was going well until we found a kind of fungus. This fungus stinked and dissolved anything that touched his path. We tried to remove it with several chemicals, but nothing worked, which is why we decided to completely remove the building material on which that fungus was located. We put aside the work in that area and when we get back, we find an old woman with a blue tissue sweater. He didn ' t wear shoes and his feet were black and torn. I offered him help, but when he approached me, I saw that the woman had eyes like cat' s and as I got closer I noticed a certain sound similar to that of these cats as a kind of purr. I walked away from her and that strange woman slowly walked back. Then he went through one of

50:25 the vents. When we tried to remove the concrete where the fungus was, we noticed that it leaked even to the vents where the strange old woman had fled. Then we decided to go into one of the ducts and there lighting with lamps we discovered that the fungus was an even greater plague than we thought, as the ducts were filled with it. And that was not the worst, but we discovered the body of a person involved in that mass of rot and pestilence. According to Ramiro and two other workers, that abandoned park was the nest of a witch. I didn' t believe him at the time and decided to start investigating on my own. Usually, I haven' t done a lot of wiring or manual work, only when Czech that something isn ' t right. But having run out of workers, I hired a couple of kids and I led the crew myself. First we start the old electric train. Then we checked all the arcade video game machines. These had already been put out and were still in good condition. Then we headed for a beautiful carousel that, as I was told, had been imported from Florence Italy.

51:39 Everything worked well with the carousel. You just had to change a couple of spotlights, plus you needed a horse. The next day I asked the owner about this missing piece, but he told me that I didn' t know that most likely several parts would be missing due to vandalism and although they had hired private security in the room, they never lasted. They always had to be rotating the guards. Retaking the investigation, it happened that we were pressured to finish the repairs. Then I offered to stay all night working Obviously, the pay was pretty good. It was then that I myself began to notice certain strange things for this I had not approached the auditorium and vents, for if there was something really scary in there, I would rather leave it to the latter and move forward with the rest of the work. We were working in a fuse box very close to the carousel When out of nowhere this had no explanation, because the carousel was without electric power. Even if there was a false contact, I' d have to connect the wires and turn the switch up. I didn' t want to show the fear I felt, because I didn' t want to scare the men who were still with me, so I just ordered them to shut it down and explained to them what. Perhaps there was another power supply that we would then investigate. One of the boys told me to see an old woman in the shadows, but at the time I didn' t believe her and I told her to get

53:14 on with the job. When we looked directly at what had happened in the carousel we noticed that someone had connected and lifted the switch as I had thought. Far from thinking that it was a ghost or witch, I thought that maybe some person, some partner or former worker, did not want that little amusement park to be re- opened. Then I ordered the workers to watch out if they would ever see anyone round again or around the mall. No more incidents occurred that night. It was time to move on to the area where the auditorium was located. I found that the site was even more disgusting than the last time I saw it to say that the plague had spread to the table area and to the main stage. For this I had obtained a compound recommended to me by a friend who is a chemical pharmacobiologist, I put the workers to spray it while I was looking for the source of that rot.

54:15 Then I got to the vents. I went back to the cellar, where we kept the tool. I took a flashlight and a knife. When I returned I found the workers very frightened, for they said they had heard rather strange sounds inside the vents. According to them, it was something like the sound of cats. When they want to mate, I told the boys that it was very likely that there was a cat in there and that was no reason to be afraid. That' s why I asked them to come with me. The main duct was exactly on the stage of the auditorium. I went up there and found everything covered by that fungus l l or.

55:00 I found then that which frightened men before, but it was not a human being that was attached to the walls, but the remains of the missing piece of the carousel, only that by the position in which it was found it was easy to confuse it with a person. What I did notice was the sound the workers were talking about and I knew why they were scared. It sounded not like a cat, but something else, something I had never heard and no matter how much I wished, I could not describe. I did not let myself be overwhelmed and, on the contrary, I myself began to wash that area by asking the other men to bring me all the cleaning products, and they, when I was calm, also began to clean the ducts.

55:45 We pulled the horse out of the duct and discovered how his face had been scratched and several strange symbols, such as stars and meaningless numbers, were drawn. I gave the piece to the owner who sent us to paint it, but earlier when he saw it or put a look that showed a deep fear. We cleaned the ducts and managed to get rid of rot. We moved forward quickly, but from time to time we saw this fungus appear again. There were a couple of accidents before the restorations ended. For example, one of the workers fell off a ladder as he was setting up some cables. Others were severely electrocuted. With everything and incidents we managed to complete the work. It would only be aesthetic questions for it to be inaugurated. Everything went wrong. In the first tests machines that had already been tested again failed the wiring that had been replaced by a completely new one. It was all filled with that fungus. Even the person who hired me, whom we showed the advance, was surprised how everything was ruined by magic. I felt like in the middle of a curse, but far from losing my mind I preferred to make sure everything was okay, because my first hypothesis was that some owner ' s partner didn' t want the park to open up again, so I decided to take matters up. For this I faced a sort of sense of paranoia. I had problems with a couple of partners and family members,

57:19 even discovered an infidelity on the part of my then partner, I took a cot and some blankets to a tower of the amusement park. Then I installed a closed- circuit camera. I did this without telling anyone, because there was someone who wanted to sabotage my work. I' d have to find him. I slept a while before the square was empty I woke up around 11: 00. Then I started checking the laptop cameras at first everything was normal. I only saw a guard from the square approaching the amusement park to light a cigarette that was most likely not tobacco, but cannabis. The man gave several draughts. Then he looked in the direction of one of the park games and ran. Scared. So I ran another camera that I kept near that area. I didn' t see anything, just like some kind of fog leaks. This scared me a little, because I thought it would be smoke. My mind usually looks for the worst panorama ever for anything, and at that moment I imagined something had made a short circuit causing a fire.

58:28 This being what scared the guard, then I got out of the tower bringing with me a lamp a hand extinguisher and an electro- shock device, as a defense weapon, I reached the point where the guard was moments before and I actually found his cigarette thrown on the floor and something else, a sign and a birthday candle. In that one someone threw a small ball of those with which the swimming pools are filled to play the children I reached to light up in the direction of ns where the ball had come. Then I saw what I thought was a child. As soon as he saw me, he ran. For this I noticed that his steps were not those of a child, because he moved much faster than anyone else, besides that his legs were short as those of a person of low stature. I went along with it thinking maybe he was the one who was sabotaging me. I followed him to a maze made of slides that gave up several ball pools. I got inside, but no joke could get into the slides. Instead I closed down very well the entrance to that game with a chain and a lock that were lying there. If the guy was in there, he wouldn' t be out all night. At that I felt a blow to the face again. I was hit again by a plastic ball. That' s where I lit up and saw that midget on his back for a second. He turned, but

59:58 I could not see his face well, for after laughing at me he ran again. This time with direction to the auditorium, I chased him and almost caught him. Then he grabbed onto the vent, knocked down the gate and went inside. Even though the unnatural movements of that dwarf left me shocked, my anger was greater, so I lit up inside the duct inside I didn ' t see this guy. Only that fungus, which, no matter how hard it was, could not completely be eliminated. That' s where I tantrumed and heard that laugh again. Illuminating the duct again, he pulled out his head and I could see it. He had a pointed nose. The same thing, his ears were completely bald and he smiled with pointed teeth.

1:00:45 In that the dwarf told me to stay away from there if I wanted to stay alive, because the witch was already sick of me and I would soon present myself as I was on a small ladder suddenly I felt how this movement was swinging or more, the impact of having seen that creature. They made me lose my balance and I fell to the ground. I lost consciousness for a few minutes. When I woke up, I found a brochure showing the face of that dwarf. The letters of the announcement were no longer legible, but I deduced that it had been a show that took place there. At that time I made the mistake of not associating everything with a supernatural event and it is that both the dwarf and what was happening felt it and looked as real as if I saw anyone. What I did was try to talk to the security guards in the square. I knew three guards, one of them was a woman. None of the men wanted to tell me anything about the amusement park, not even the one I recorded that night. The security guard who agreed to talk to me did so only on the condition that I invite him to dinner. We bought Chinese food and ate on benches that were enough in front of the train station. After having dinner and having a two- litre thermos of coffee, she began to tell me that everything happened when she was younger and worked at the pizza shop next to the auditorium. Many people used to hire clowns and various shows. The same company had direct contact with

1:02:17 some professionals in this field. One day a woman appeared offering her magic show. He was accompanied by a strange man of low stature. The woman came asking for a job. She wasn' t hired by anyone, but she said she was working just for a tip. The then owner of the amusement park used to be quite charitable, so he gave him the chance on a Sunday afternoon. That day he was going to burst because it was customary that, even if he didn' t have a private party, an hour and a half show was offered. When the woman got on stage, everything went wrong and this caused people not to like her show. The security guard felt sorry for her, but instead, the children didn' t boo her and started throwing things at her. The woman got angry, turned red, then began to behave aggressively, attacking how many people approached her. Then the commission in turn sent two boys who worked as operators in the games to get her out of there. But when the boys grabbed her, the woman began to suffer a cardiac arrest and the dwarf accompanying her threw a bite into the thigh of the boys tearing out a piece of meat. Then, taking advantage of the distraction, he ran out and there was no one to stop him, because the people, when they saw his face stained with blood, turned him around. The woman was taken by the ambulance, but she never knew who

1:03:49 she was or where she had come from, as did her companion. From that fateful day on, a curse fell on the amusement park. First, the park was the focus of attention of corrupt public officials who took advantage of the accident to begin extorting the owner. This resulted in more than one occasion being closed down. Then accidents began to occur and in the end, the owner had to pay so much money that he decided to abandon everything. Then, the place changed owners a couple of times, but none had tried to open it. Only the last one who bought it who turned out to be the nephew of the original owner. Who was the person who hired me.

1:04:33 Now everything made sense to me. At that time I decided to show him the poster and the birthday candle. She watched the sign and told me that advertising was exactly the one carried by that strange woman. That time. Instead, the birthday candle did not find anything strange, it might well have been there for years. Then I told the woman about my incident. As a monkey, I had seen a dwarf throwing balls at me his mocking face and as he told me the witch would come after me. The woman seemed quite frightened, so much so that immediately she stood up, she set out to leave, not before suggesting that I leave there, that I was not the first person to say I saw this being she was sure of. He was not a mere human being and about the witch, only a security guard had seen her and now he no longer worked there, but ended up in a psychiatric hospital. I saw the security guard walk away. I understood why the guards did not approach that area they were afraid. I, on the other hand, continued to the end the last night I was in that place.

1:05:46 I had the brilliant idea of illuminating the tower with the birthday candle itself that I placed in front of a small shell- shaped mirror. For this he had spent a couple of nights in which nothing had failed. I even showed all the work to the owner, who with a smile on his face, congratulated me. Then he handed me the head of the horse that was needed in the carousel and entrusted me to throw it as far as possible. I didn' t throw the horse' s head and carry it with me. I still put three of the guys who were still working with me to run the last tests, while I supervised everything from the closed circuit, watching the videos from my laptop. In that I noticed something in the reflection of the candle. It was as if from the smoke of the candle formed human faces too sharp behind the mirror, as if to think that everything was the work of the mind that always seeks to find faces where they are not frightened.

1:06:47 I turned off the candle. While this was happening, I heard a scream, looked at the cameras and found that there, next to the carousel was the witch I came down quickly, but everything was quiet. Even the boys were like nothing. When I told them I had heard a scream, they told me it was my imagination, that I was still resentful of my last incident. Seeing that nothing had failed, I took my stuff back out of the tower, but someone else was already waiting for me. The last thing I remember was seeing her next to that dwarf. She carried the horse' s head and the dwarf the cake candle. I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital for a long time I kept quiet about this story, because I thought no one would believe it. They opened the park a couple of times only for private parties, but in the end they ended up selling everything in parts and building more premises in the area where it stood. I, for one, have never run into that witch again. For my good fortune, for both her and that dwarf' s faces are images that I still can' t get out of my head today, the witch of the people. Having reached the age of majority, I decided to make a trip to a remote village in the middle of the Sierra Madre Occidental, an activity

1:08:21 I always wanted to carry out, but unfortunately I could not afford it, since my parents were too strict and never allowed me to do activities beyond going to school and then working at my father' s bakery. I always felt suffocated from living in a city like Mexico. I learned thanks to a friend of this town near the coast of Jalisco, that it looked like a time capsule and looked just like it if it still belonged to the viceroyalty of New Spain. The name is reserved for me, because the least I would like to do would be to make bad publicity to the people who reside there. The place called something inside me. Every person who saw pictures felt a huge desire to visit the place. In the past, the village was built by Spanish miners. This had achieved a certain level of wealth and splendor. That was why most of the buildings were huge houses of great beauty and elegance.

1:09:20 I tried to contact an agency that would take walks to that place, but apparently the village was so deep into the mountains that access was only possible in private vehicles and not in buses. This is more than anything, because access to the village was only one and to get there it was necessary to cross a bridge where there was no big cars or buses. I was disappointed. I thought I wasn' t gonna get to know that beautiful place through an acquaintance. I learned that a lady who was taking walks would arrive in the village in passing and three other people were planning to stay for camping already after three days would take a truck on the road that would go to columa.

1:10:05 From there we could take a bus to Mexico City. Then I made the decision to contact the lady and join the group of these boys, of whom I only knew one. The road was quite long and in certain parts it seemed endless, especially the pronounced curves that are on the road inside the Sierra. I think on more than one occasion I was about to throw up. Even though I took a pill for dizziness just as I was about to surrender to the need to vomit, the bus turned on a straight road that led us to the entrance arch of the village. As soon as I entered, I felt a huge change in the atmosphere. The bridge that crossed to the main square was still made of stone and wood. I found some abandoned homes, mostly cabins, to which nature had already begun to claim. Then they were all full of weeds and in some they even grew trees on the roofs.

1:11:05 We continued our walk, which lasted for several kilometers, as it was not simply to cross the bridge, but to follow a long stretch along a beautiful stone road. Arriving at the main square. We didn' t find many people. A few, two restaurants served by families, we had breakfast in one and there we contacted the owner of a house that would rent us a space in an old stable. The square was empty with the exception of a couple of elderly people sitting on some of the benches. The first thing we did was to head to the house where we would build the tents.

1:11:45 The place was on the side of the municipal presidency. It was a one - story construction, but it covered large land. The person who rented us the place was a young person. I wouldn' t even be forty years old. I asked him if it was true that the people were empty, to which he replied that most people living there were very reserved. Most of them were foreigners who kept their country houses on the site, but some people were from there landowners who, in their youth, worked in one of the mines of the people who refused to leave their lands. What was scarce in the village were young people. Most of the people in the village were aged between forty and sixty years. The man advised me not to go exploring at night, because things used to get a little weird there. Above all, he suggested that I not go to the area where the old pantheon was.

1:12:44 I have always felt great attraction for the old places, more towards those where you can read inscriptions of the past, and having heard that the people possessed an ancient pantheon, aroused great curiosity in me, so I pointed it out in one of so many places that I would visit in my stay in the village. I didn' t visit him at night. Like the man warned me. That afternoon we climbed a hill where we were promised to see this activity took us almost half the day. We return tired and hungry. We arrived at the same restaurant where we had breakfast. We were treated by a young woman who seemed to be my own age. He had deep black eyes, long eyelashes, and very long, beautiful hair. I tried to get her to talk, but she was pretty private with me, so the second attempt to set up a conversation, I gave up. When my food came to me, I saw a luxurious vehicle stand up. Right in front of the restaurant came two guys from the front doors and between the two opened a side door that opened in two parts. Then they both went down to a man of rather peculiar appearance. He didn' t see himself looking old, but on the other hand, he did look rather fragile. He was too thin and his face was missing an eye and a piece of lip. I didn' t mean to be reckless, so I didn' t hold my eyes to that man much. Then I saw that they took him to the

1:14:16 back of a small chapel right next to the municipal palace. After paying my bill, the beautiful black- eyed girl approached me and told me she did want to meet her. I could only do it the next day. After Mass. I assumed her parents were too conservative. On the other hand, I was surprised that religious service was carried out in such an uninhabited place. That day, the rest of the group wanted to go to bed early. I, after bathing, did not immediately fall asleep, but sat on a bench in front of a football field. The luminaires lit up and I saw the only police patrol pass. Heading for the saw. I was reading a book I had brought with me, but forcing my eyes with reading caused me a lot of sleep, so I left the book and lay on the bench.

1:15:13 I covered myself with a gabán that carried my eyes and without feeling it I fell asleep. I don' t know how long I' ve lost consciousness, because I wasn' t carrying a pulse clock with me. I rose up startled and with numb limbs I stood up and walked towards the Presidency. Then I walked through one side of the chapel and heard a little noise inside and came up to a little pig. I saw inside someone perform some kind of rite out loud. Then I looked out of a window and came to see that man who was in a car and in front of him, a man with a strange cassock. In front of him he performed this kind of rite. I never looked up again and walked sneaking through the chapel.

1:16:00 At that moment I wanted to run towards the gate of the house where we were staying, but something to the distance caught my attention. One of the houses was open and inside you could see a thousand flames of candles, each on a small candlestick and there, in the middle of everything, a woman was standing. At that moment I felt a chill that ran all over my body and after a couple of seconds, that woman approached the entrance of the house and held her gaze and, although she said nothing, a deep terror seized me and I ran. Then I came to the house and found the rest of the group, snoring at full lung. At that moment I locked myself in my shop and a deep sense of loneliness invaded me almost felt like leaving there. But after calming down I remembered that beautiful girl' s eyes and thought of everything she saw that night and it didn' t make sense to scare me. Possibly, everything was normal among people from places as far away as those. The next morning. After Mass, I met a beautiful girl who told me her name was Nancy. She was very happy to meet me, for she said that there were not many children of her age in the whole town, and the few who lived were often too rare, just like almost all the people in the village. It was strange to me that she, being native to it, regarded the other inhabitants as rare. Then

1:17:35 I asked her if she was not originally from the village, to which she told me not really, that her father had brought her whole family from Ixtlan of the Nayarit River when she was barely ten years old. At that time he asked me directly to take her with me when the group left that I was already twenty- one years old and that for a long time I had made the decision to leave there, but that I did not trust anyone. I kept a moment of silence. Then I made him realize that he didn ' t even know me enough to want to run away with me or anyone else, that it would be best if he saved some money and if he wanted to, he could go anywhere on his own. She didn' t answer me and just feel with her head. Then some tears fell down her cheeks. At that moment. She asked me for an apology, and before she left, she asked me to at least allow her to accompany me the next day to the old pantheon. I told her she was fine as long as this didn' t bother her parents. She told me there wouldn' t be a problem. Besides, that was his day off and the old pantheon was his favorite place in the whole town. We' d meet at ten in the morning at a crossroads leading up to the road. That afternoon we went into an abandoned mine. All day I thought of Nancy. Her tears told me more than her words. I formed all kinds of stories about

1:19:06 her in my head, because I didn' t think I wanted to run away from the village simply because I was bored, let alone leave in such a abrupt way with a complete stranger back. I tried to get to the restaurant to see if I could see Nancy, even if she was angry, but I couldn' t find her. I got a feeling of emptiness and had a few drinks of a local alcoholic drink called raicilla, as I was only used to drinking a couple of drinks at parties, now drink straight whole glasses. I got drunk quickly and ended up falling asleep outside my campaign house. That night between dreams, I remember hearing a kind of song similar to the prayers that take place at the March of Silence during Holy Week. A.

1:19:54 The next morning I woke up with a terrible headache, so I immediately went to bathe in ice water. I didn' t want to invite any of the guys in the group, but I did let them know where I was going and with whom. Everyone mocked me, but not in a bad way. That afternoon, the sun shone brightly and Nancy shone on the hill on the road that would lead us to the pantheon. She wore a beautiful white dress and her hair picked up. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I' d ever seen. We walked about twenty minutes through several cobbled hills and I noticed several picturesque little houses on the very sides that seemed to be inhabited. I even got to hear the barking of several dogs. Nancy told me that people who lived in that area rarely went down to the central square mostly were foreigners with very hermitish behaviors and when they saw people passing through the streets outside their homes, they seemed to hide completely. She had only seen a couple of people on one occasion and swore to me that both their faces and the shape of their bodies were a rare thing. I told him about the man I saw getting out of a vehicle. Nancy told me that the man in question was one of the people who still kept the main mine of the village active, which was of Bulgarian origin, but that it was not allowed to be seen either because of a malformation that had caused him a

1:21:27 degenerative disease. He suggested I stay away from them, but he didn' t tell me why. A few meters before arriving at the cemetery, I could see a beautiful arch formed with wild flowers and, in the distance, the beautiful tombstones of the few tombs that still stood. The place was really beautiful. The few tombs were very ornamented and although most of them had already been completely erased from the inscription. Some of them had dates dating back to one thousand eight hundred and seventy- six. I was surprised the faith will sound strange, but there in the pantheon we had a breakfast that Nancy prepared. She looked calmer than the first time I spoke to her, but I didn' t want to push to know why she wanted to leave there in such a abrupt way. After kissing us and throwing us on the grass, looking at the sky, I heard a few steps I got up quickly as Nancy held my hand. That' s where I see a pretty tall man.

1:22:28 He wore a circular hat and a suit similar to a father' s. Seeing him more closely, I noticed he didn' t have pupils. Despite pretending to be a blind man, I was walking safely at the time, Nancy told me it would be better if we went somewhere else. I asked him about why Nancy told me that, the less I knew better, he pulled me by the hand and I turned my head to see that man more closely. At that moment I understood why he hastened me to leave. That man looked at us, as he was supposed to see a living person. I wouldn' t know how to explain it It was like her skin was kind of sticky and rotting. We reached a hill far from the village.

1:23:12 Then she became honest with me. He told me that in the village there was an evil that had already taken some time on some of the people there that now, being older, he found out about him. Why her parents wanted to move in. It turned out that his father heard through a traveler that the miners in the village were enriching overnight. This was because a woman had been discovered in the village on the top of a mountain, and they found her praying at the feet of a sculpture of a virgin. No one in the village recognized this woman, who did not appear to be more than forty years old. They were all surprised that a lonely woman could live there, in the middle of nowhere, where temperatures fall to extreme levels and that it was not possible for the woman to live in some other village or ranch, as there was none of that in many kilometers. The locals thought that this woman was miraculous, especially for having found her next to the sculpture of the Virgin, so they took her with them to see if she would intercede for them in the mines. And it is that years ago the mines had been abandoned and it was not until a foreigner appeared that invested to open new sections in the caves, but the excavations had been stalled for a long time. What happened next was that things improved, but that woman, far from pretending to be a sacred woman, turned out to be an ally of

1:24:42 evil and the price they paid was quite expensive. The woman began to teach rituals to people who wanted to help and soon the priest of the village ran out of the parish itself, which was occupied by the woman who soon made many inhabitants not follow her profane rites. Nancy continued to say that, obviously, not everyone followed the Witch. The majority left the village, leaving only the most ambitious among them their father, who was not even originally from the village, but, as he mentioned at the beginning of his story, arrived there with Avaricia and had lived there for a few years. What happened was that in some of the people who were with the witch they began to suffer from a series of degenerative diseases that, even when they came to the doctor, did not find a diagnosis that would explain to them what was happening.

1:25:36 Apart from the fact that many of them became too quiet, some people no longer even left their homes and hired people to take care of them. Finally, Nancy told me that, as she learned, the witch was confronted by a group of young people who were still living in the village, but who never agreed with everything that was practiced ba in it. Among them was the municipal police commander, who, by the way, was never seen again. The group faced the witch near the place where they first found her, as every night on April 30th she performed a rite in front of the sculpture.

1:26:17 There they confronted her by throwing her down a ravine, although they did not see the body. The group wore with it, his dress and a hat that the woman always wore. With the passing of the days, each of the people who came to face the Witch, were disappearing, being the last to disappear the police commander. It was because of this situation that Nancy wanted to flee, because she felt that it was not so much the earth, but something beyond our understanding, which kept a curse on people and had already begun to reach it. To her I, looking into her eyes, told her that she was very well, that she had made the decision to leave, but that she should plan for the best, since she did not know the world beyond the limits of the people. Instead of trying to convince me with words, she pulled me by the arm and asked me to accompany her to see something. We walked to the area with more houses that curiously was located just one side of the mines. We went through walkers and alleys so narrow that only one person could pass. At the same time we arrived at a huge estate to which, at first sight, I saw neither doors nor windows. Nancy asked me to step aside. Then, looking at me, I noticed a little door on the bottom of the building. She opened the door easily. While we were going in. He explained to me that this was a community house, that the owner of the mine kept standing for its

1:27:48 workers and for people who were in a street situation inside it really sucked was a smell of death that seemed unbearable to me. I was asking for nothing, so we' d better not come back and ask for something to drink while we were watching the sunset. But she told me that we would leave as soon as she showed me something, I saw many simple people, rocking others in Hammocks. They all looked quite advanced in age and their skin was quite similar to that of the blind man I saw in the cemetery. I started feeling nervous, so I was insisting on Nancy leaving, but she pulled me out harder. Then we got to a room where it sucked even louder.

1:28:33 There was a petate and over him a man all covered with bloody cloth bandages. I thought it was a mortaja, but after I noticed a deep breath of that mass of blood, whose only human form was maintained thanks to the bandages, I was petrified by fear. Nancy told me that the man shouldn' t be alive, but he was, and all because of the witch, I ran out leaving her inside. I felt upset, though I understood why he showed me that hell came almost behind me and I got carried away by courage, so I told him I would go to camp once before we split up. She asked me again to take her with me. When I left to get her home. I arrived at the camp and found that we would leave the next day, right after breakfast, because one of the boys found out that a relative of his would pass by the road and would turn away to pass by us that night and I was already fed up and wanted to leave already, because that beautiful landscape had ruined me with the visit of that community house. Still, in the early morning I felt a huge burden of consciousness. Then I got up and went to the street. My initial wish was not to meet Nancy. However, after seeing her standing in a corner under a lamp I felt too sorry for her, so I approached

1:30:04 her. I know many will think I was reckless and probably most would have chosen not to leave the camp overnight, but I, apart from being naive, felt as if a haunt caught me, so without will I headed as far as she was. He kept his head down. He didn' t look straight at me, but he listened to his voice. He asked me once again to take her with me, who even brought some money that I had saved during the year. I told him I was fine, but he wouldn' t hold me responsible for the reaction his parents had. He drove me to his house, which was just above his parents' restaurant. She passed me a suitcase. I, after taking it, noticed the snoring and the presence of another body on the bed that was supposed to be Nancy' s. Confused. I turned to Nancy to claim it with a sign, but at that moment the lights went on and Nancy' s father, next to another man, grabbed me by the arms. Then someone hit me very hard on the head. I lost consciousness for a few seconds. Then I woke up in the municipal presidency. He was handcuffed. The guard explained to me that for breaking and entering I was locked up for 24 hours. I asked them to warn the rest of the group to wait for me. The Guard didn' t assure me that I could warn them, but I would do my best. They led me to a dungeon, which made me ridiculous,

1:31:36 but they explained to me that, being such a small town and not having so many criminals, they still used that dungeon that was there since the arrival of the Spaniards. The dungeon was simply a huge concrete vault without any comfort. Inside a metal bed, with a pair of blankets and a bucket to make the needs. It was the only thing that adorned him. I was also given a jug of water and a plastic glass. Then, without further explanation, they left me alone the cold and the fear did not allow me to sleep. Also, during the night I could see the ghosts that still live there. I sat on the bed with my palms in my eyes when I heard Nancy talking to me. When I looked at the gate I saw no one and at that moment I began to think that all this had been intended by that damn witch Nancy told me about. Seconds later I saw her standing at the gate with her low head smelling like her, but something in her didn' t fit, I didn' t raise my head to look at me and something in her caused chills. I asked him to get me out, but instead of answering me he started throwing a macabre laugh.

1:32:50 He raised his face and thanks to a luminaire that was in the corridor of entry to the dungeon, I saw that his face was not that of Nancy. I knew everything. I was the witch at the time. She had set me up and so her insistence that I take her with me. The face of that witch is too difficult to explain, for I can swear to God that her features changed and could not maintain consistency. I wouldn' t know how to explain it all of a sudden I saw that witch run two snakes through her body and try to get close to me. I couldn' t help but scream in despair, but at the time the guard was with a couple of kids from the camp. In that the witch ran to a corner from where several rats came out who, passing through the feet of those present, leaped with disgust and fear. They let me out of the dungeon and when morning came I left that place forever. I didn' t want to tell the story immediately to anyone, and that' s what I heard in the transport of a few strange things about the people, stories written and adapted by Mauricio Farfán