El Niño Que Fue Regresado A La Vida Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 He wanted to get up. I didn' t have much of it that I had started working and once, while I was in the hospital, many ambulances arrived because of a huge accident caused by the wet pavement, because of the heavy rains that were in that area because of the bad weather. The accident had left several dead and a number of injured. The whole hospital by that time was going crazy and I, being the youngest doctor in this place, was running around trying to be as helpful as possible. I was asked to go for a couple of things, and the moment I walked into the morgue area, I jumped into the big surprise I had when I ran into a dead body. I' ve seen bodies before, but besides I wasn ' t expecting to see any bodies discovered in that place. That was one of the many who had been in the accident. His appearance wasn' t the best. I understand that I can' t be as graphic by this means, but I will say that, in addition to evident openings in part of his face and head, his eyes seemed very jumpy, almost as if it wasn' t long before they got out of his skull and also seemed to be directly oriented towards me, so the discomfort was even bigger. At the time. I just wanted to just pick up what I had been given and go back to the others who needed my help a lot. I continued

1:37 to help for a while, to the point that I had even forgotten the small incident with that body, at least until a doctor asked me to go down to one of the floors below the hospital, which we called basement, but it was not a basement. I had to pick up a couple of missing supplies. Without much thought, I got on the elevator and went down, but to my misfortune, the electrical storm that was still falling on the city cut the light out of nowhere, leaving me locked in that elevator. At first I tried to stay calm. After all, hospitals have emergency energy. What I didn' t count on at the time is that such emergency energy is only destined for important things, such as respirators and some machines.

2:25 It was about five minutes before I was in complete darkness. My mind was already starting to create scenarios in my head that I would stay there locked up for several hours. But all of a sudden, all these thoughts were interrupted because I began to feel that I was no longer alone in that elevator. First it was more like a feeling and I wanted to attribute it to the fact that it was just my nerves because of all the stress I had had that night, in particular, not to mention that I had not slept very well the previous days either. But very soon I realized that it could not be just my imagination, since I could feel very clearly how someone was breathing in a very heavy way, it was as if it was hard for him to breathe, make many sounds with his nose and try to pretend that it could be because it was my own breath. I felt clearly how every time I breathed out the icy air coming out of their nostrils I would hit my hand. I had no idea what I should do in those cases, as I knew that when I had gone up there there was no one and started screaming or panicking would only make the whole situation worse. I didn' t move even a millimeter. It was almost as if I had been paralyzed waiting for my destiny, whatever it was when, suddenly, the light returned.

3:54 But instead of realizing that I had always been alone and O O O O O O O O O or I had been the product of my imagination through the mirror that was still beside the elevator, I could clearly see how that cadaver with the jumping eyes that I had seen in the hospital morgue was standing right behind me. Looking at me, I screamed and he went into the mirror almost as if this was some kind of door. The elevator opened and I got out of that place as fast as possible. I did not try to tell anyone at the time, because it was heavy enough to be the new one, as well as to be catalogued as seeing visions. Besides, right then no one would have paid attention to my story and by the time all the commotion happened, I also felt that mine had not been so important anymore. It always stayed in my memory as the first paranormal event of my trade. The next one is a little longer, but I would also say that it is one of the most interesting. On another occasion, when I was working for a funeral home that was also Morgue, something happened to us that not only stayed in my mind, but in that of all of us who were present. I was the chief doctor of that morgue and on one occasion these people arrived who, in my view, were unpleasant, because they did not show the least empathy for the man who took us. Even though

5:28 they all looked like they had an excellent economic status, they chose whatever was cheaper. They were not interested in seeing the coffins either, and as soon as they learned that cremating it was much cheaper, they decided that that would be the fate of that man. I can understand that sometimes people do not have the financial solvency, but in them it was not only that decision, but how they handled all situations, as well as their attitude towards everything in general. What surprised me most was when I realized that they were nothing more or less than the children of that deceased. At first, I totally crossed them out as ungrateful, but shortly after, my assistant, who was significantly younger, let me know that we didn' t have the whole story and maybe he wasn' t at all a good father. They left there and because they didn' t want to delay, we had everything on the clock and because they said they wanted it to be as soon as possible. I hastened my assistant so that everything would be as fast as possible. I went into the autopsy area and started preparing all my instruments. While I was entertained in my work, I felt like someone else was with me in that place right away. I thought it was about my partner and I hadn' t heard his footsteps. On the way in. He was the only one who could be, as the receptionist wore high heels and listened to the road all

7:00 over the place. He was very talkative. He didn' t tell me anything, I didn' t give him any importance and I kept on doing my thing, but the silence for me became very heavy, something weird, since I usually appreciate it, but I just wanted to break it somehow. I said something like I was ready to start the autopsy, but he said no, he didn' t want it and we shouldn' t do it. This became so strange to me that I turned around to see it, but to my surprise, there was no one. There he gave me a chill all over my back and I even started looking for him anywhere he could be hiding, but there was nothing but the body and I, in that place, my disbelief was such that I was about to tell him to stop playing and get out of his hiding place when I suddenly heard footsteps. It was my assistant who was just arriving because I had to go to the bathroom before I started. He asked me what I had why. I looked very pale, but I didn' t want to scare him by then he was very new and I didn' t want to burden him. With all that, I just said nothing and that we should start with the work. Very soon we were both ready to start preparing the deceased for cremation. Both my assistant and I were about to make the first incision. When the fire alarm was heard, we both left what we were doing and went out quickly just

8:33 to realize that there was no fire or any other danger threatening us. The receptionist, who was only a few meters away from the button that lit the alarm, said that she had not been but that there was no one else there and that she could assure that she had lit herself. We even checked the cameras and actually, she was just sitting there and all of a sudden it just sounded like we figured it had broken down somehow and we decided it was time to get on with our work, once we made sure we were okay. But at the time when both my assistant and I were about to enter the door, it hit so hard that it almost grabbed my fingers.

9:22 That was not possible, as, while there was a window at that time, the weather was too warm for there to be a breeze strong enough to move a metal door. I started trying to open it, as it was not difficult to get it on the outside, but it seemed like it was stuck or at least that I believed in a beginning. The more I tried, the more I realized it would open a couple of inches. It seemed more like someone was trying to hold her from the other side, I even told my assistant that I thought someone had stepped into the morgue area, but as soon as he helped me to push it, we almost went face to face, because it was as if suddenly whatever was stopping her, just disappeared and the door opened with the same ease that she had always done. What we also noticed almost immediately when we stood up was that that body was covered by a blanket. This was weird, because we had already discovered it when we were about to start with the autopsy and the moment we left because the alarm had sounded, we didn' t give ourselves the task of covering it back, but apparently we didn' t remember it. I didn' t want to make any more comments about it. I wanted to convince myself that my assistant had been responsible for putting the blanket back on before I left and, as far as I knew later, my assistant assumed it was me.

10:56 We took the blanket off again and I noticed that her head is facing in another direction, specifically to the left, when I had left her facing the front. But I didn' t mean anything either, thinking maybe I was wrong to put his head in the right position, we started again to prepare everything for cremation. I took the scalpel and just when I made a slight cut on his chest, the body moved. Of course, as a medical examiner, he' s jumping out of the little spasms that come to have the bodies. It' s not uncommon for them to move an arm, leg, or even for their skin to seem to beat a little bit, almost as if they were alive. But this movement was totally different. It was more like he wanted to move away from the scalpel. I can' t even be sure because it' s been a long time since this experience and the memories may not be entirely clear. Every time I think about it, I remember he complained and this didn' t stay there, but that body got up it was all very fast, but what I' m sure about is that this uprising didn' t seem to be fully conscious. I ' ll try to explain it as well as possible, but it was more like something held him up and made him get up his movements were very clumsy

12:26 and his head wasn' t even upright. He was tilting to different sides, rising up with such sharpness that from one moment to the next he was already off the autopsy table and fell to the ground with great force. Both my partner and I were very scared and worried, not precisely because we thought this was paranormal, but because at that time we thought that man was really alive. And that' s a very bad thing in our area, because the hospital that gave him the death would take a lot of the blame for not doing it right. Without a doubt, the consequences would also fall on us immediately. And it is that, in such fresh bodies, we had an obligation to verify it of function and now that man with apparent life had a scalpel buried in his chest. There could be serious consequences like lawsuits without wasting time. My partner and I went to him to pick him up.

13:26 I will never forget that the moment we turned him in my direction, I saw that his eyes moved to connect with mine. This almost makes me let go. I was totally unbelieving. His skin felt like that of a dead man. There didn' t seem to be any kind of circulation or anything indicating that he was alive, but at the time we just put him back on the stretcher. I asked the gentleman some questions out loud, but he didn' t answer me. I started looking for the rial to be able to unlock that scalpel from his chest and the moment I did, the blood didn' t budge. When the blood is circulating in the body it is noticeable, when it sprouts directly and when one dies, it is different.

14:13 Of course it comes out, but it' s not the same pressure and much less the same color, since oxygen is no longer in our body. I told my assistant to make a call directly to the hospital to report all this, as well as to ask for an ambulance to move him as soon as possible. While I was trying to revive him, I didn' t understand exactly what could be going on. The fact that he got up already indicated that he was alive. My partner ran and I kept on doing my thing, but at no time during the healing I did I could not have enough medical reasons to tell me that that man was alive. It didn' t matter how much resuscitation I did. I still couldn' t find a pulse in it, besides it seemed like I' d already lost it.

15:07 Several hours ago. Suddenly I heard a big fuss. Outside the receptionist and my assistant explained to someone who couldn' t get through. But a third voice, which seemed to belong to a more or less older woman, shouted and said that we had to return her husband. I didn' t understand what was going on. Yeah, I knew I had to get out of that room and get away from that dead body if I didn' t want to go crazy. I went out to see what was going on and ran into a woman about the age of that man. Which as soon as I got out, it calmed down a little bit. The first thing she asked me when she was still upset was whether we had already cremated her husband.

15:54 I said no, and that seemed to reassure her almost immediately. I don ' t know that we had to stop the whole process, because your husband would have a grave, as God commanded, and he would not be cremated at all, as that had been his last wish before he died. We also explained to her that her children had signed all this so as not to get us into trouble, but she kept insisting that we should stop everything. She showed us proof that she was his wife. He also told us that his children were very ungrateful and that, even though he had tried to give them everything he could in life for them, it had never been enough, and now that he had died, they were so ambitious that they wanted the inheritance practically intact. Therefore, they had cut all the expenses regardless of the last wish their father had had. He also told us that she had been fixing a couple things for the funeral ceremony and that that' s why her children took him to the funeral home. Apparently, they didn' t plan to tell her what her decision had been, but she told us that while she was doing everything she needed, she began to have a very ugly feeling and that' s why she wanted to go check it out. At first, they didn' t want to tell her anything, but she managed to

17:25 check what they were going to do with her body, and there she found out she was going straight to cremation. He had gone to the funeral home as quickly as possible in the hope of stopping him and, for his fortune, he had succeeded. The truth is that we didn' t want to tell you anything about the strange events that had been happening to us at the time. I went back to the autopsy room and checked all his vital signs to confirm that he was not alive and, indeed, as dead as he had arrived. I got a little closer to him and told him not to worry anymore, that his wife was there and he wasn' t going to let them cremate him and call me crazy if they wanted to. But to this day I can assure you that, as soon as I told you that, the whole negative vibe seemed to disappear from the place. It was as if all the anxiety or anger or stress were just gone. After that, his wife bought a funerary service package and from us, who had to prepare it, nothing happened to that man again. Now we knew that he was already at peace, for his last wish had been fulfilled. I say when he' ll leave. This didn' t happen as such in a hospital, but I was a student to be a doctor. When I was studying

18:56 to get a doctorate, I was really a very naive and idealistic person. I mean, I literally felt like I could make a difference and be able to influence people' s lives seriously. I thought I' d save millions of lives. This is one of the reasons why. As soon as I started looking for where I should do my practices, I asked to be sent to one of those distant villages, where health is very difficult to reach. Not to be a secret to anyone who practically no doctor wants to go and do his residency in a place like that, so it wasn' t hard for me to get it. My plan wasn' t to stay there all my life, but I thought I did want to start doing something big.

19:41 Then I had to start in a place like this, packed my things and left for that town for different reasons. I would prefer not to say the name of the people or of any of the inhabitants, since I honestly fear for my safety this story that I am going to narrate next, is something that not only made me rethink everything I believed in, but also made me leave the medical career very soon to finish. When I arrived in the village I quickly realized that it was a place with too many shortcomings. I mean that there was only light in public buildings and almost no house had an electricity system and, if that were not enough, it was also a bit difficult to get water and the largest and nearest hospital was a day away, so if someone got sick, they had to manage as they could to heal, since not everyone could afford to travel there. And not only that, but if it was a medical emergency that required an urgent doctor, they didn' t. For this there was someone in the village, who, although not a doctor, was called the healer. He wasn' t exactly a medical specialist, not even a nurse. All his remedies were herbal and he also said he could cure people by just touching them because he was a powerful sorcerer.

21:12 When I met him, it made me feel very bad because, after a long day helping people with their medical problems, this man arrived looked quite healthy. I was a little surprised that he had come to see me, but I still asked him if he had any pain, and he said no and that he would stop putting ideas into the people of the village about his health, giving them diagnoses with strange words and medicines that did not serve because only he was able to cure them. I replied that in order to cure many diseases of the inhabitants of the village, medicines and competent medical care were required, and he only told me not to mind his affairs and then.

22:00 He' s gone. I firmly believed that this man was no more or less than a simple liar, but I felt that he would be a problem. The truth was that after that day it didn' t bother me anymore. He looked at me ugly if I walked around the village, but it didn' t go from there. I decided to ignore it, too. After all, I couldn' t change the beliefs of people like him. I was in that town without a problem. About five months until on one occasion a woman came to my office and asked me if I could go see her son directly to her home. I replied that it would be most convenient if I brought him to the office, where he had everything so that he could check and attend to him. But he told me that the child could no longer get up because of the tiredness he felt all the time, since he was very sick. Her husband worked all day and she wasn' t able to carry him there. Feeling very emphatic about that woman, I agreed to go home. I picked up a couple of things that could serve me according to the symptoms I was describing, and I left believing that it could be Varisela or a poorly cared for cold. But when I arrived, I came across a terrible reality. That poor child' s illness was measles.

23:21 As a doctor I was obviously disappointed to know that a child was currently infected with measles, being one of the most important vaccines that have been given since the first year of life. I could not judge the mother how she would normally do it in the city, as she could understand that they had neither the information nor the resources to take the child to the nearest clinic to vaccinate him. I explained to him the illness his son had and tried to do everything possible to cure him, but I also told him that perhaps it would be best to take him to the nearest hospital, since measles was a deadly disease. If necessary care was not taken. I explained to him that technically there is no cure. It was only about fighting symptoms until the child' s body managed to heal itself. She told me that she would try to see if anyone could take it, but as the days passed I noticed that the little one was still in town and on one occasion, when I went to check it out, I realized that the healer was there. The house was completely filled with smoke, which did not allow me to breathe well.

24:37 I asked the mother what was going on and I told her that they couldn ' t do that by having a child with measles at home, as it would only worsen her illness. The mother tried to explain to me that the healer was trying to remove the measles, but I told her that wasn' t going to happen. Measles had no cure and I had already explained it to him. I told the healer to stop because he was just making things worse. The woman listened to me, went to him and asked him to stop, but he said he was about to do it. At that time I was angry because that man was only trying to con that woman telling her that he could cure his son, when clearly he could not. I went into the house and told him to stop. I opened the windows to vent the room. The little one was already sweating and seemed to have entered a very serious state of dehydration. As far as I' m concerned, he ' ll be in no shock. I personally ran that man and told him I was about to kill the child. I swore to him that if I killed him, I would do everything I could to make him spend the rest of his life in jail. I annoy that man. He left there, leaving us alone to his mother, the child and me. I' ve been trying to moisturize the child for many hours. We even put serum on

26:08 him, but he was too weak and about seven o' clock at night, the boy went into shock and convulsed. I tried to do everything to revive him. He passed away. I was too tired and screwed up, but this, too, was very bad for me. He really believed that little boy could have done it if that man hadn' t done his stupid things. He was very upset and trying not to blame the mother. I left there because I thought I could throw some outrageous comment towards the family had believed in the words of that person and had caused the death of that little one. I went back to the office. A couple of hours later, while I was already starting to calm down a note slipped under my door and I heard someone r ran away almost immediately. I picked her up and read her in it She said, please, go back to the house, as the child had woken up and probably needed a check. First I thought it might be some kind of twisted joke. I quickly thought it couldn' t be like that, as the only ones who knew it were the parents of that little boy and I and I refused to believe that they were making such a bad joke like that. I didn' t understand why they said that the child had woken up when I had confirmed that he had stopped breathing or

27:41 had any kind of vital sign a few hours ago. Still, I decided to go back to the house to see what the note was about, but the closer I got to the house, the more I could feel a vibrating too heavy. It made me very afraid, but still it did not stop me and when I arrived I listened to some murmurs, but no one answered me. When I knocked on the door this one opened with a slight push, since it was not completely closed, I called that little boy' s mother again, but she did not answer me. I just heard someone muttering something that sounded like prayers. I thought maybe the person who wrote that note hadn' t written it. Well, I began to walk to where these murmurs were heard and as I entered the room of the house, where the little one had spent his last days, I realized that his father and mother were there, but not only them, but also that shaman. This filled me with anger. I didn' t want to be a scene, but I did want to let him know that man who would keep my word to do everything in my power to get him to jail for what that little boy had done to him. But when I approached the bed, I realized that the child' s body had a lot of strange symbols drawn with ash in different parts of his body, which by that time was almost naked that man spoke nonstop in a dialect that I did not know. He didn' t

29:18 pay attention to me. It was as if he hadn' t noticed that I had come in against him. I asked the little boy' s mother what was going on. She looked at me with some guilt, as if she knew that I would not approve of what was happening with a certain anger and was about to tell that man that he had been responsible for the death of that child when suddenly something happened that to a storm my nightmares. To this day, that boy got up, sat on the bed and began to turn around to see each of us, but he was different. Their eyes were not expressive, they looked dead just like their skin. This was something that could be noticed, even though only the room was being lit with a simple candle. It was like a dead body was moving altered. I asked everyone what was going on. That sorcerer looked at me and told me that the child was not going to leave this world until he ordered it and that he was so powerful that he was able to bring the dead back to life.

30:27 And after that, he took something green that he had in a bowl of mud and anointed it on the forehead and then on the belly of that child, who was kind of lost for that moment just sitting on the bed. But a few seconds after putting this green thing in his belly and in front of this thing he absorbed himself too quickly, almost as if he were getting into the body, and at that moment the child seemed to have more consciousness. He was upset and very frightened, as if he knew he shouldn ' t be there. He looked at his hands for a moment after being alarmed, touched his face as if he could not believe what was happening to him and then began to scream. They were desperate screams, as if it hurt his whole body screamed a lot. We all took a step back from the impact this caused. The little one turned around, as if trying to get out of bed at the time his feet touched the floor. He collapsed as if his legs hadn' t answered him yet. He seemed to be trying to catch up with us. The sorcerer seemed quite satisfied with the work he had done and said that for the moment, perhaps not all parts of the body were still serving him, but that it would only be a matter of a couple of days for him to return to normal. After saying that, that man turned to see me and asked me if now that the boy had woken up again, I wanted to exhale him to check that he was

32:01 okay. But at the time I was in some kind of shock. My mind could not conceive of the idea that the child, who had struggled to the tiredness to heal and that I myself had been present at the time he gave his last breath, was now alive to wobble and scream for having returned to life with those dead eyes. My mind couldn' t stand it and I just ran away from there as I could get to the room where I stayed and kept only a couple of things. I ran away. I was so afraid of what could happen to me or what that man could do to me. I didn' t care about the kid or his family anymore.

32:44 I just wanted to get out of there and even though there was no transport I could use, I just started running towards the next town, no matter what time or my own safety at some point. The truth ignores the time that had passed. All I know is that I was walking in the middle of a sidewalk in total darkness, since I had not lit public for that moment either. My mind had come out of that trance state that made me run out of town just carrying the most basic. My mind was starting to calm down and I was even trying to think with a little more logic. I began to think that maybe I was wrong and the child had never died.

33:29 Actually, I probably only had what in medicine we know as catalepsy. For those who do not know, this is a state in which the person seems to have no vital signs and is often declared dead without being seriously dead. It had happened even to the best or more experienced doctors than me, and besides, I thought that at the time I had declared him dead, I didn' t exactly have all the resources to be able to determine that death was a fact and I was also very tired, not to mention how dark the room was. I was trying very hard to believe that to try to calm myself down when I suddenly started to hear something. First it was a slight whisper, which could have been confused with the branches moving with the wind, but the more the seconds passed, the more clearly it was heard.

34:30 I fell. I' ve always believed that I' m likely to have some kind of nervous breakdown, which caused me to faint I woke up. Until the next day. A person in the neighboring village had poured water on my face to make sure that I was still alive and as soon as I reacted, he asked me if I needed help. I told him I needed to get to the nearest town to talk to my family, and he offered to take me back for a few days, so my family could send me money so I could come back. This story does not end there, because, just after a month and a half, some letters began to reach me. In them they told me that if I kept trying to heal people, then it would end. Like that child, it didn' t matter where I hid, since he could always find me. Because of this I got scared to the point that I left my career. I no longer wish to practice today I have been working on other things throughout my life. I have never heard anything from that man or the people again, but very often I wonder what will have happened to that little one every time all the events I related come to mind. I can' t help but highlight the fact that it was clear that he was no longer alive. His legs, his eyes, his skin all indicated he was a living corpse. Whether his soul

36:00 really returned or his body is doomed to move like a puppet for all eternity. It' s a question that always torments me. Stealing a dead body. When I was 25, I had no idea what to do with my life. I was just playing video games or partying with my friends. I was often drunk and, since I didn' t last at any job, I stole from my grandfather and grandmother who had been like parents to me to solve my vice. I guess having grown up with my grandfather, this one didn' t want to believe that I was a lost case in an attempt to get me to fix my life. He got me a job in a morgue. At first I refused. I didn' t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I was sure I didn' t want to be a mortuary lockdown. The whole idea of being surrounded or having contact with corpses caused me to be repulsed. I tried to get rid of that job. My grandfather forced me to do it. I had no choice but to attend. At first, the tasks they put me on didn' t involve the corpses at all. Like I hadn' t studied anything. Looks basically like my only job there was cleaning up. I rarely ran into a table with a blanket, which indicated that there was someone under it and usually

37:32 ignored it. Never in my life had I seen a dead man and even though he was old enough, it was something that made me quite afraid. A couple of months after I was working there, another boy named Julian came in and pretty soon I realized that, like me, Julian was being forced to work in that place, too. He wasn' t quite sure what he wanted to do with his life. He had a little difference with me, and it' s that he not only played video games and went out to party, but he was also a little reckless and very familiar with the subject of stealing. I didn' t really see him as bad and I guess he somehow brainwashed me, as he used to say he was like Robin Hood, since he never stole from people who needed the money, nor would he ever steal from his job. Rather, he stole small things from big malls or big franchises. As I mentioned before, I wasn' t that defamiliar about stealing, either, as I was getting a little bit of money from my grandparents. It was never really so serious, at least from my point of view. What I' m going with all this is that at some point Julian told me something, and it' s that a couple of hours earlier some people had arrived who had crashed. Julian had been particularly interested

39:02 only to later show me a wallet and ring that looked like gold. He told me he had taken them from those people who had just arrived. Julian had stolen two corpses He didn' t even bring much money. In the wallet were about six hundred pesos and some photographs of his children and the ring. He claimed it was gold. The truth is that I had my doubts about it, being he my friend. The truth is, I couldn' t tell you what I thought about it. He seemed pretty confident. He told me it had been very easy and that we could do it whenever there was a chance. The truth is, I wasn' t so convinced, but I kept telling him that yes, I didn' t plan on doing it. A couple of weeks later. The truth is, he convinced me to do it. Honestly, I don' t want to blame him all, since I know I could have stopped him or set my limits and pretty soon. I lost my fear of all this, stealing watches or wallets, something that at first had given me quite fear or repulsion because of the simple fact of searching the pockets of corpses after a while. It was something that became a habit and one could say that he had lost all fear and even respect for the corpses that arrived at the morgue. I' m not sure if anyone at any point noticed, but I do know that they didn'

40:36 t tell us anything and for a moment we felt at the top of the world, believing that our actions would have no consequences whatsoever. But the same fate would take care of telling us how wrong we were to the place. Four bodies arrived and among them was a man of very advanced age, perhaps about sixty- five or seventy years. Apparently there had been a car accident and they had lost their lives instantly. This gentleman dressed extremely elegantly, he looked at the quality of his clothes. On top of that, he was wearing rings and a watch that seemed to be very expensive at first sight. Julian and I, in an act of greed, I began to quickly check each of his pockets until I put my hand into his left side pocket, where I clearly felt a large bundle of bills smile for myself. Once my hand was out with the money. I felt like a cold, bony hand held me fast. I turned and saw the lord holding my hand and looking at me he didn' t tell me anything, he just looked at me with a lot of hate, I screamed and shook. Julian saw it all, but the fear and also the impact of the fact that that corpse was doing that. He was petrified by fear, having no idea how to help me. In my desperation, I began to throw so but so hard that

42:07 the corpse finally fell to the ground, releasing me once and for all. The doctor came in and I put the money in my bag. When he asked us what had happened, all I could say was that he had moved. I don' t know why I told him the truth, but I did. The doctor looked at me and told me that it had probably been some kind of spasm, but that the man was dead and then. He put it back on the table and then told us to get out of the room. Once outside we were too disturbed to say anything. I think we stayed outside the morgue sitting a long time on the steps, not telling us a single word, until Julian finally looked at me and told me that maybe it had just been a spasm. After all, he was dead. There was a good chance it was some kind of muscle memory. I had read that that was possible and the truth is I guess at that time I just wanted to believe in anything. I laughed and told her it was probably that.

43:22 We both started throwing some jokes about it and saying that that man was too greedy to want to defend his money until he was already dead. After that we went to his car and split up all that money I had gotten. It was a lot too big. Almost all of them were 500- thousand bills. I don' t know what that man was working on or why he had so much cash with him, but at that moment we swore we had won the lottery. During the night. Something very strange happened to me when I finished bathing, the water was so hot that the bathroom was flooded with steam and the mirror was very tarnished. When I was done, I couldn' t see anything. When I walked into the mirror, I began to clean it a little with the towel so I could see my face, when suddenly I could swear that I saw that man standing right behind me, had that angry look that I had earlier that day, I screamed and even slipped. My grandmother asked me what was wrong with me, but I didn' t know what to say. For a moment I thought maybe it was her management of me and it had only been a vapor stain that I had seen a face. After that, I went up to my room and got ready to sleep. I think I was already grasping the dream, when suddenly I began to feel that my room began to get very cold. I

44:55 started looking for the blanket to cover for me. The only thing I felt was like a hand grabbed mine and began to squeeze me very hard, I opened my eyes and the only thing I could get to see was the face of that annoying man. Looking at me, I tried to free myself and cornered into one of the corners of my bed, telling him to forgive me and to give him back the money, but to leave me alone. And as soon as I opened my eyes again, I realized that he was no longer in the room all night. I never saw him again. The next morning I woke up with devastating news that Julian had died, but in a rather strange way, since he had died in his sleep. There was no indication that anyone had entered his house, but they said that he had been suffocated. Terrified. I went to the morgue to return what I had taken from the man, but to my terror, his body was no longer there.

45:57 My boss said his family had left him I couldn' t return the money. I remember the next day that man came back to me asking me for the money. I was trying to explain that I didn' t give it back because I didn' t know where it was. I had to ask at the reception where the family home was. I remember well that the next morning I was willing to go and return it, but I couldn' t because it was Julian' s funeral. I decided to go first, when I realized it was too late. I thought I' d go the next day. This would make him even more angry. That night I woke up with that man squeezing my neck, but I managed to let go just as I was beginning to lose consciousness. The next morning I went and handed him over to his family, who looked at me very strangely, but they accepted him without telling me much. I thought that would be the end of this horrible nightmare. It wasn' t like that. That man has not stopped harassing me. It causes me terrible nightmares. Sometimes it disappears, but it reappears when I' m calmer. It' s come to the point where he seems to be enjoying making my life miserable. I don' t know what to do. I' ve gone with different sorcerers, but none of them can feel anything. They tell me they don' t feel like anyone' s following me or having someone stalking me, and since they don

47:28 ' t feel it, they can' t banish him. I don' t know why the maquillist of the dead hasn' t forgiven me to date. I worked as a maquillist at a funeral home. Many will think that working with dead people is a scary thing, and the truth is, they ' re not wrong. At that time I was desperate for some money, as I wanted to move out of my parents' house as soon as possible. That job would not only allow me to have a fixed income, but also pay was not bad, precisely because it is a job that not many dare to do. At first it caused me some repulsion to have to make up the dead with the passing of the months. It became a routine like any other. But three things happened to me that I just couldn' t overlook. The first was shocking, even before something paranormal happened. He was a motorcyclist who had lost his life in a road accident so hard that his head had detached from the body by the time he arrived at the funeral home.

48:43 The truth is, he wasn' t decapitated. In the morgue they had taken care of sewing the head back to the body. Because their family was too believing, they refused to cremation and not only that, but they also wanted a mass of present body as it took place. I remember the moment I saw the seams they made him, it made me quite upset. It was like nausea. My boss told me that the family wanted me to hide those seams as much as possible with makeup and that if they didn' t see each other, it would be best. I didn' t think that was possible. I still set out to do my job. I started trying to hide as much as possible from those seams. When, suddenly, my phone rang was my mother, I decided to answer her at that moment, thinking it might be something serious. I walked out of the room for a few seconds and took the call. I don' t even remember exactly what we were talking about, but as soon as I hung up and turned around to go back into the room, I clearly heard a sound similar to steps, which was very strange, since, while I hadn' t stood exactly in the door frame, I had gone away at least a meter and a half. If someone had come in, I would have seen it, I started walking and, the more I approached the room. I realized that, besides steps. I was listening as if someone was crying a little more

50:16 alert. I asked aloud if it was my boss, but I didn' t get any answers. I asked again and on this occasion, while I did not get an answer as such, I heard a hurtful voice from a young man. I looked up and the room was empty I couldn' t take it anymore I ran to my boss. Once there I told him everything I had heard. He looked at me for a moment and finally mocked me by telling me that it was he who had put a radio in the makeup room and had played a joke on me for talking on the phone. I laughed nervously and told him he was very bad at making such jokes. No.

50:59 No, I didn' t say anything else and I left. The truth is, I didn' t believe him for several reasons. First of all, that voice was very youthful. I mean, my boss was an old man who could hardly make that kind of voice. And secondly, he was a very serious and respectful person to the dead. He didn' t like jokes and he always respected the mourning of families. I hardly saw him doing that kind of thing just to make a joke. Besides, the voice listened too vividly in no way. It sounded like it was some kind of radio, but I still couldn' t deny it, at least not at the time. I only accepted it when I finished the job. They took him and I never saw him again. The next story is about a poor little girl who wasn' t ready to go. He had drowned in a lake near his house. His skin was very blue and such also his lips were completely purple. The family was devastated and it was Grandma who did most of the paperwork. It was also she who gave us the corresponding indications.

52:13 He told us that if we could make the child look like she was just sleeping, he would appreciate it very much. I started doing my job with that little girl, at the same time that I felt pretty sorry for myself because I had a niece about that age and the simple fact of imagining losing her for something like that made me feel pretty bad. It was almost as if from one moment to the next I began to feel that someone was seeing me. I turned around thinking that one of my colleagues was nearby, but I was completely alone, until suddenly it wasn' t just that feeling that someone was seeing, but I also started to feel like someone was breathing near me. I turned around, but again there was no one and I started to be the fastest job. When suddenly I felt someone stung my ribs and ran out of the room. I turned quite upset, because I thought one of my colleagues was making a very heavy joke on me. What surprised me was that there was a trail of what seemed to be footprints made of water, but that was not the strangest thing, but that these were too small to belong to some adult and they were only in that room. They ran to the door, but there were no more footprints. Out of the room.

53:39 I called my boss and the partner who was there to tell them what had happened. When they went, there were indeed the footprints. My partner said that was pretty scary and he didn' t want to get close to that weird girl again. But my boss was not at all kind, but do do do the opposite. He got upset and told me to stop making things up and that I should respect the family. But I told him that wasn' t a joke, but he didn' t want to hear anything I had to tell him. And he finally got out of there upset. Forbidding me to speak of that subject again. But, to our luck, after they took that little girl, those footprints didn' t appear again.

54:28 The third occurred about a year after this incident. A rather strange woman arrived at the funeral home. He had a lot of tattoos all over his body and most of them didn' t seem to make any sense. They were several random symbols that I couldn' t even identify. The tattoos on her body weren' t even the scariest thing about her, but she had her eyes open and she looked like she was smiling. I didn' t see her until she was already in the makeup room. My boss was standing there looking at the fixation when I walked in and asked him if the family members had any specifications on how they wanted their deceased. He didn' t answer me, he just kept looking at her. I held my hand close to the body, but before I could even touch it with the tip of my finger, my boss took me abruptly by the arm telling me that under no circumstances would I touch it. I asked him what he meant and he told me not to touch her. I didn' t know what to say and I got out of the room a little upset, because he had never spoken to me that way. He was usually a man who, while serious about his work, was also quite polite to all his employees. Almost at the time I left the room, my co- worker who was here approached me and asked me what had happened I answered him what the boss had done to me and he was also surprised, as, as I mentioned earlier, it

55:58 was not his own attitude. But right away, our boss went out and apologized to me, telling me he didn' t want to be so rude, but he wasn' t willing to risk me that way. I asked him again what he was talking about and he told me that the truth is that he didn' t want to leave alone. I still didn' t understand what he wanted to say. He told me that that face only meant that a part of the soul was still inhabiting that body and that he was looking for any interaction with a person to take away. Then he turned to see our co- worker and told him not to touch her either. We heard my partner' s son scream. His screams came from the makeup room.

56:46 We all ran. The boy was in a corner and told his dad that that woman had turned him over to see when he touched his hand. We were all quiet, as for that point we were very suggestive of what our boss was telling us. My boss told him to take his son urgently to get a clean or something, because something very bad was going to happen to him. If he just stayed that way, they two left and a couple of hours later we got some terrible news. They had had a car accident where, while our partner had left alive, his son had died.

57:29 I was very upset and asked my boss how he knew those things. He told me that the little things that had been happening to me throughout my stay there were real, but he didn' t want to scare me, and that job was like that and very often we had to deal with paranormal situations. It wasn' t the first time he saw that kind of thing. I couldn' t stand it, thinking something like that could happen to me, I quit that very day. He understood it, but the truth is that to this day, every time I remember that makes me quite sad and I' m not willing to go back to work on something similar anymore nurse.

58:22 Whenever someone told me that I had seen or heard something strange, I always believed that they were people who were suggested or that they were simply playing jokes among themselves I work for a government institution. Sometimes they ask us to give support in some other hospitals and this is what they asked of me because they didn' t have a doctor for the night. I accepted and went all the way there. I was a little retired and I had never been in that area, but I did what I had to. The night was pretty quiet. I just had to check out some patients who were in and rarely came emergencies that really required a pretty specialized care. I remember sitting in the waiting room looking at my phone when the security guard sat next to me for a moment and asked me if I knew what was being told about that hospital. I said no, and he said they were very ugly in preference.

59:22 I didn' t walk just because a lot of things had happened there. I told him I didn' t believe any of that, but he told me that several doctors who, like me, didn' t believe in it, had come out of there believing it because it was real. I followed his lead and told him he was fine. And after an hour I went to check on a senior patient, who had been hospitalized. I was walking down the hall. It should be noted that through that same corridor is entrance and exit, so if someone had entered or left that area, I would have seen it. We wouldn' t have crossed, but I saw absolutely no one. When I suddenly heard the patient scream I rushed to see what was going on and what I found was the patient with the catet was ripped off. I was in very bad condition. It seemed that someone had not only ripped it off, but had done so trying to do as much damage as possible. His arm looked really bad. I asked her while I was helping her, what had happened to what she sobbing. She told me that one of the nurses had come in and told her that she would give her some medicine, but she knew that she still did not touch her medication and that, in addition, none of the bottles that the doctor brought was

1:00:52 from any medicine that she was taking. She told the doctor that she thought she had the wrong patient. But instead of the doctor checking, she ripped off his catheter like that and then left the room. I asked her what hours that had happened, to which she told me that a moment ago that if gradually I had not seen her, since I within a few seconds after she came out, to which I told her no, that the truth was that I had not seen her, but she replied that she had been a nurse and even described her to me. She told me that she was a woman with lactated hair, almost at her waist, wearing a red lipstick and wearing a white nurse' s uniform, with purple straps on her arm.

1:01:42 Left, of course I wasn' t thinking I was a ghost. I just thought that maybe the patient' s times were a little confused and that one of the nurses on duty had been responsible. As far as I remember, none of them had hair or length. One of them had very short hair, and the other, while long, looked like it was Chinese and had it picked up. But I didn' t think much about it and I got out of there quite upset with all the intention of scolding the nurse responsible and raising the corresponding report, as that was a clear violation of the patient' s rights. When I went down to the reception to ask if they had seen any of the nurses, they told me they had gone to eat about twenty minutes ago, but they were probably coming back. The guard asked me what was happening to me, as I looked very upset. I told her what had happened to the patient, to which he answered me almost laughing that he was quite sure it had not been any of them. I told him not to try to cover them up, but before he could say anything else, I saw how they were both coming in. They looked quite happy and without any trace of guilt, which made me even more angry right away. I looked at both of them trying to see who matched the patient

1:03:15 ' s descriptions, but both looked completely different from the descriptions. They didn ' t even bring makeup, already a little upset. I asked them who had caused these injuries to the patient. They were very confused and denied everything saying that they had not been, but I told them again that the patient was saying that she had been one of the nurses and the only ones present were the two of them. Evidently, someone was lying and by the patient ' s arm, I could know who he was. Without wasting time, I took them both in front of that woman to tell me which of them had been responsible. She looked at them and told me that it had not been either of them and described the person to me again. I replied that they were the only two nurses who were working there that night. The patient even bothered saying we were probably trying to cover up someone when all that was over and we went back down to the reception. I asked them if they ' d seen anyone suspicious get in or out of the hospital. Both nurses looked at each other and one of them told me that the truth was that there was no other suspicious person who had come in or out, who was simply Nurse Lourdes. I asked them who Nurse Lourdes was, to which I was told that she had been a nurse who had worked there for many years, but that one day she had stopped and died in one of the rooms

1:04:48 all over the chess that day. No one noticed it until a couple of hours later. According to what they said, she was very upset that she had given many years of her life to that institution and that no one was good at realizing that she was no longer there. The truth is, I didn' t believe them at all. Nor could I find an explanation for what had happened. A couple of days later something else happened to me that made me confirm that strange things were happening in that place. Seriously, because while I was making a little rondin, I saw that in one of the rooms was a woman sitting in bed. I asked her if she needed anything and she said that her arm hurt so much and asked me to help her.

1:05:36 When I was about to enter the room, one of the nurses asked me what I was doing. I went back to see her and told her the patient had a sore arm. That doctor looked strange to me and said yes, to which patient, to which I replied that the one in that room at the time we turned, but the way was completely empty. I stuttered and even got pale. I assured him there was someone there. She tried to reassure me and told me that of course she believed me because many claimed to have seen someone right in that room, but that the truth was that no one knew who I was. After that day I was transferred back to the hospital that was closer to me and I never agreed to go to that hospital again the lonely dead. I worked for a love that I public for a long time and is that the more you are in that area, the more you realize that very often there are people who are just forgotten.

1:06:49 Usually, I didn' t have that much empathy for the dead. I was uncomfortable thinking that they would cremate themselves and go to a mass grave, but I didn' t mind. Usually, they were elderly over the years, I basically lost all kinds of empathy until one day someone quite peculiar had found it in their apartment. Everything pointed to a cardiac arrest. I don ' t understand what happened to me, but the moment I saw him lying on the stretcher, something caused me. He didn' t look like anyone I knew and he looked maybe three years older than me. I hadn' t had a strong accident or anything that would get my attention, either, but I did. After evaluating and determining that he had indeed died of cardiac arrest. I asked if his family had already been located, something I had certainly never asked yet. No one got weird and they just told me that the truth is, there wasn' t a single phone number in the apartment where they found him just his ID. Out of respect, I don' t think I should say the name, but I' ll just say that as soon as I was told, I was pretty shocked. It was such a strange feeling as if I knew him, despite never having seen him in my life. At first I didn' t think he' d be one of those people that nobody was going to claim. All they had to do

1:08:23 was investigate what was right and eventually someone would come for the body. But in passing the days in which a body must be kept by obligation, no one arrived and for some reason, despite having no empathy with virtually any person. This guy in particular was very sympathetic to me. So much so almost every day I asked if anyone had already gone to claim it, but I didn' t even get to investigate it. She was quite obsessed with him being claimed by his family. I thought that at least I should have something that as soon as the days of overtime were spent so that a corpse would be kept in the morgue, we started preparing it to be cremated and put in a mass grave, I remember that I looked at it with a lot of sympathy and even did something that had never made her hair caress a little and I asked her for an apology for not being able to wait for her family any longer. This affected me to such an extent that as soon as they took him away and he was no longer in that area of the morgue yet I became so obsessed that with the name I had of him, I tried to look for him on any social network I could find. And the truth is, I was surprised that I basically had a profile created in every application I could think of. When I checked their lists of friends, even though I had enough, I realized they were pretty random people. I started

1:09:55 texting every person on every social network I found him on to tell them what had happened to his body, but I realized that none of those people knew him. Actually. Most of them told me he was just a guy they ' d talked to a couple of times online and they' d never met him in real life. Someone else told me that I had only accepted the application, but I really hadn' t even talked to him once. Others were online game players who had added each other, but they didn' t really know each other. After spending several days doing that, I gave up and convinced myself that that man had no one in the whole world. I felt a little bad. I didn' t understand what was wrong with that man. She had never been very religious, but having grown up in a Catholic family. I thought maybe he was praying for his soul in a church.

1:10:55 That could calm me down a little, at least morally. That' s what he did, but getting out of there, I really didn' t feel better. I just felt a little silly, not because I prayed, but because I was getting too involved with a person I hadn' t even met and I shouldn' t be obsessed with. Because I wasn' t healthy for work. I went to sleep still holding that man in my head, feeling sorry for what was only in this world. When I fell asleep, I woke up around 3 a m between dreams. I was listening to someone. I thought it was a dream. The more I regained consciousness the more I realized that it was not a dream and that voice was really being heard in my altered room. I turned on the lamp that was in my dresser, but there was no one there. I tried to calm down, thinking maybe I was just getting too involved and it was a horrible joke that my brain was messing with me. I even thought that first thing in the morning I' d make an appointment with my psychologist to stop having such strange thoughts and go back to sleep. But in the days that followed, all that happened was that I started dreaming about it. Normally he was only at the bottom of a tumult of people, but he could still hear his voice. I felt like I was completely freaking out. I didn' t

1:12:26 understand why I was dreaming that kind of thing. I went to the psychologist several times a week trying to get these strange dreams out of my head. But after a few weeks something happened that made me realize they were more than dreams. After a couple of days, the atmosphere in the morgue began to feel very strange, It was very heavy, almost as if the negativity was invading the place and also began to affect us. There were two other companions and we all started to feel irritable and annoying. We fought a lot that day, and the truth is, it was just little things that didn' t even deserve a fight. But we still got out of work that day, all of us having fought against everyone. When I went to sleep, the dream was not as peaceful as ever. It was the opposite. Now he was angry. That being woke up startled and I tried to forget that dream. He' s been bothering me all day to my surprise. When I got to work, my partner was there, too. He looked at me, he looked too obnoxious I asked him if he had had a bad night and he said that something very strange had happened to him, that he had dreamed of an intrigued man. I asked him to describe it to me and after he did, I told him what had happened and who he was.

1:13:51 This scared him a lot and the worst part was that we tried to ignore him. After that day he told me that something, strange things had been going on in his house. He said the plates were falling off the shelves and that the glasses were flying out until they broke up against the wall I decided to go clean up to get rid of any spirit and almost when I arrived the shaman told me that he did bring someone following me and made me a complete clean for my luck, he disappeared. After that I never saw him again. I guess it was somehow my fault for obsessing like that on that man' s body. Stories written and adapted by Lisa Hernández