Explociones De Guadalajara, Apariciones En Pena Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The apparitions. It was a girl. When one Wednesday morning, my dad got really scared into the house. He had gone to the bus station to process his car. As soon as my father arrived, he turned on the television to watch the news and what was happening around the station. In the house we only met my mother and I. He told us that he was trained when he heard a very loud noise that scared him right away, the sirens of ambulances and firemen began to be heard in the collector' s office. They only warned that they were going to close for a horrible moment that had happened very close. That' s where they all started running. My father also ran and came as soon as he could to the house and told us that they did not want to tell them what was happening, but that it was better that they get out of the perimeter of risk, that they all go home. When my dad got so scared, my mother and I had no idea what had happened through the special news. It was, as we learned, that explosions had occurred, mainly in the Analco neighborhood, but other colonies, such as San Carlos, Atlas and Las Conchas, had also been affected. The explosions occurred on April 22nd of a thousand nine hundred and ninety- two as a result of an explosion of hydrocarbons that opened the streets of these colonies. Many people died in those explosions and so many others were injured. The most affected street was Ghent. I think it was in it

1:38 that the highest number of deaths were recorded. Some bodies were found, but others were not. His relatives were trying to find his loved ones to bury him without succeeding. There were such sad images where moms were looking for their children in the rubble. At that time this tragedy occurred, I did not understand the effect of this fact. I was only twelve when I grew up I saw things from another perspective. At that time, my house was away from this area, so there was no danger of new explosions happening, because among the population a paranoia was created in which it was thought that at any moment the sewers could explode, so all the neighbors began to open them.

2:23 In this way avoid a possible explosion when I was older. After I finished my studies, I started working in a company that was in that area. As I walked through those streets, there were no traces of the damage that occurred years ago, but the people who still lived in that place kept that tragedy latent by that date. I had already been asked to rent the apartment next to my partner Patty. We had both joined the same company. We were disappointed because we lived very well in that place, but we had no choice. It was necessary to change residence while walking through the streets of Analco we used to look for an apartment or house for rent, because we did not have so much time to do so, since our working day absorbed us most of the time. Besides, we were too tired to keep looking for a house. On one occasion we were lucky enough to find a small rental home. It was on Ghent Street, very close to our workplace. We immediately contacted the owner. He gave us an appointment to see the house and, if we agreed to the requirements, we could sign the contract. The house wasn' t very big, but it had everything you needed. There were two rooms, one for Patti and one for me. The rent seemed accessible to us. Without hesitation. We said yes. We agreed, so

3:55 soon we went to live in a new colony, Analco. From the beginning, something in the environment made me feel uncomfortable, as if there was a strange energy floating in the air. But since we were two young girls and the rent from the apartment had a very good price, we decided to ignore that feeling and settle down. We did not forget that several years ago a series of explosions had occurred in the area, resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries. We both believed that, perhaps through time those emotions from when the accident occurred, had been left in the air. But it was very strange to us, because before we went through that street and we never noticed anything.

4:40 One night something terrifying happened while we were watching a movie in the living room. Suddenly, all the lights went out and we heard a deafening rumble. Patty and I looked at each other in fear without knowing what to do. That' s when we saw that the walls of the apartment began to tremble and the ground moved under our feet. At that time I remembered the explosions of the past and thought something similar was happening with the heart in hand. I grabbed Patti and we ran out of the apartment. Outside the street. He was in complete chaos. The neighbors shouted and ran in all directions, some crying and others trying to call their loved ones. Finally, everything went back to normal. We realized that it was a tremor, which lasted a few more seconds. After he stopped, we calmed down a bit, tried to get our nerves off and returned to our apartment, although that night it was hard for us to fall asleep. As the morning progressed, we began to hear a sound that filled us with terror. Rims and laments coming from the street. At first we thought they were neighbors frightened by the tremor.

5:56 As we looked out the window, we saw that there was no one outside. However, crying and lamenting became ever stronger and more desperate, as if someone were suffering immense pain. Padi and I looked at each other with concern. We realized something wasn' t right on that street, but we couldn' t understand what was going on. We decided to go out and investigate, but when we opened the apartment door we found a scene that left us paralyzed. The street was completely empty, but the light from the lamps flashed as if they were about to go out. The trees moved without wind. The scariest thing was that, suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the street, a woman dressed in white rocking from one side to the other crying dissolubly. We cling to each other without knowing what to do.

6:50 The woman slowly approached us with her hair- covered face, began to murmur, something we could not understand. His voice was so unscathing that we felt a chill running through our body at the time we realized that something supernatural was happening. We ran back to the apartment and locked the door, feeling terrified by what we had just witnessed. The night was long and difficult, with the cries and laments ringing endlessly in the street. From that night on, the presence of the woman dressed in white became more and more frequent on the street. We often saw her walk from one side to the other with her eyes lost and her arms stretched out. His crying was louder and more heartbreaking than ever before, and the neighbors began to comment on his presence in the area. At first, many refused to believe in the existence of ghosts, but over time, more people began to see the woman in white In the early morning there were even cases of people claiming to have seen her in their own vines crying in the dark. I couldn' t sleep at night.

8:03 I woke up startled by the laments and screams on the street and often looked out of the window to see if the woman in white was there. Although she feared to find her face, she could not help but feel a strange fascination for her. One day I decided that I had to know who that woman was and why I was tormenting the inhabitants of Ghent Street, so I started talking to the neighbors. I asked them when they saw that woman. I managed to discover something that I had already assumed because of the terrible tragedy of the explosions of ninety- two. According to the elderly, from that time on the woman began to appear on the street. At first not everyone could see it. Over time it was visible to all people. The woman dressed in white was said to be the ghost of one of the victims of the accident, who continued to wander the street seeking revenge for what had happened to her. Some neighbors said that women were capable of possessing people and committing terrible acts. I didn' t know if to believe those stories, but what was clear was that something strange was happening. I decided to investigate further, but what I discovered was even more frightening. There were several cases of persons mysteriously missing in the area and rumored that the white woman had something to do with those disappearances. The place became dangerous, and not only because of

9:37 the theft of auto parts, but because it became a space full of mysteries. I knew it wasn' t wise for us to stay there, but we had nowhere else to live. The woman in white kept showing up in the morning. At least I tried to stay away from her if I wanted nothing bad to happen to me. One summer night, the weather changed dramatically and it started to rain very hard. The rain hit the windows and walls so hard that it seemed like the building was shaking. As the storm escalated, the electricity started to fail and finally the light went out throughout the building.

10:18 The darkness took over everything and the sound of the rain seemed deafening. In the stillness of the night, in the darkness strange things began to be heard, unintelligible whispers, steps approaching and moving away and the sharp laughter of a woman. Soon everyone realized that the woman was on the street again, but this time her presence was even darker than ever before. In the dark, the white figure seemed almost unreal as if it were a specter that faded away and reappeared unceasingly. Some neighbors began to tremble with fear and others tried to ignore the woman' s presence, but it was impossible. The laughter and laments that came out of the ghost figure were getting louder and louder and the rain continued to fall. The night became long and endless. Besides, the electricity didn' t come back until morning. It was a night to forget, but the image of the woman was engraved in everyone' s mind.

11:18 No one could explain what had happened that night and some neighbors decided to move out of the area frightened by what they had experienced since that night. The presence of the woman became even more frequent and strange events multiplied. Many wondered whether the rain and darkness had triggered something more sinister that had remained hidden for years. That woman became an urban legend in the area. Some claimed to have seen and heard her on the darkest and most stormy nights. Despite the fear that continued to generate, people could not help but feel a morbid fascination for the ghost figure. Some decided to investigate more about events that had occurred on Ghent Street in the past. What they found was even more disturbing than they had imagined. They discovered that the woman' s story was more intertwined with past events than they had believed and that her presence could be an indication of something much darker and more dangerous. So I kept asking more, especially those older people who had lived in the area for decades. I discovered something I didn' t know whether to believe, maybe everything was a product of those people' s imagination. I was told that when that terrible event of the explosions occurred, many people died, including a young woman wearing a

12:50 white dress. At the time of the accident, the woman was named Cecilia, had been found dead in the rubble, with an expression of fear on her face. According to the accounts of the time, Cecilia had been a very popular woman in the area. Her death had been a tragedy for all who knew her. But what no one knew was that Cecilia had been involved in dark and dangerous activities and that she had died because she had discovered secrets she should never have known. It gave me the chill to know that truth, but I also doubted its veracity. She could not conceive of how Cecilia came from beyond to get revenge on those who had betrayed her, although when she heard the laments, the whispers and the laughter that came from the street began to make more sense. The more I investigated, the more I went into the dark secrets of that street. I realized that I had gotten into something dangerous because, as I got more information, mysterious and strange events began to happen in my apartment. I began to hear strange noises at night, to see shadows moving around the house and to feel the presence of something I could not explain. Cecilia' s presence had moved from the street to our home. At first, the feeling of his presence was barely perceptible as a shadow moving in the room, but with the passage of time, his figure

14:20 became stronger and oppressive. My partner and I began to notice that we felt extremely tired and exhausted all the time. Our mood became gloomy and heavy. Sometimes we felt like something was absorbing us. Every time we noticed that Cecilia ' s presence had become so intense that she seemed to want to absorb our energy. It was necessary to do something to free us from the influence of that woman, because I felt that every day I began to lose my capacity for consciousness and will. So I started searching the Internet for how to deal with supernatural spirits or presences. I found some remedies I put into practice, but they didn' t give me any results. They only made the spirit of cecilia more altered. When we talked to a neighbor who worked in a local market. She told us of a more powerful ritual that promised to expel any evil entity from our home. We gather all the necessary elements. On a full moon night. We began the ritual, which was long and exhausting.

15:31 We had to recite long prayers and make offerings. As the ritual progressed. We felt the even more intense presence of the white woman caused the room to be filled with a dense and cold haze. It seemed like someone was whispering something in our ears. After a while, everything was quiet. We stop perceiving the sounds and the sinister shadow. For a while we thought it was all over. We even had it left. We' re sitting on the couch like waiting for something sudden to come, but it didn' t happen like that. Both Pati and I thought it was all over. However, it was not that simple. In the night, when everything was silent, only the persistent sound of rain was heard as it fell on the floor and the thunder of the rays. Again I began to hear noises outside my room. I went out cautiously to tell Patty something strange was going on.

16:30 He didn' t have to. She had also listened and was outside her room. We both looked at each other in despair. Suddenly, everything turned into chaos. The frets began to fall. The few objects we had started to move. The curtains were moving as if there was a strong gust of wind. All I could think of was getting close to Patti. She grabbed me tightly by the hand. I told him it was necessary to get out of there. We were able to do it, but with great difficulty, because it seemed that some of the objects threw them directly at us. In fact, one of the paintings we had hit Patti. When we closed the door, we got to hear some of the objects that were turning hit her.

17:18 We both stayed for a few minutes without knowing what to do. It was too late to ask for help. It was raining really hard. Besides, no one would believe what was happening. Desperate and tired, we went to sit on the stairs of the building at least there we did not get wet and we stayed, safe from the aggressions that occurred inside the apartment. I don' t know if it was much of our luck, or there really are angels who help us and protect us because a neighbor upstairs who had never seen her came out and asked us if everything was okay. We told him almost crying that we weren' t too afraid about what was going on in our apartment. She sat with us. He asked us what we had done. We told him without details about the ritual. She explained to us that most likely we had not succeeded in fading the appearance of the woman dressed in white, but, on the contrary, we had opened more portals in which other souls who were trapped had managed to get out. He also told us that such rituals are not done without previous knowledge. That' s why we only opened the portals, but we didn' t know how to close them. She told us she' d try to help us, but she didn' t know if she' d make it. Thank you, we hug her. The woman was about forty years old on her face. There was a scar that crossed his right cheekbone. He went home for certain items that would help orient the spirits that were in our apartment Outside followed the very

18:52 heavy rain with the lightnings that suddenly lit up the darkness. The neighbor came down from her apartment and told us she' d come into our apartment We were going after her. He gave us a signal with his hand to stop us. She preferred to enter our apartment alone. They kept listening to how the objects moved. I can' t tell you how much time happened, but it did happen a long time. Suddenly we stopped listening to the noises. Then our neighbor came out. She felt very tired. He told us he made it. The spirits had left, It was the souls who had died on the day of the explosions, who had lived in that building and who failed to live. Without saying more, he climbed the ladder and left when I reacted. I went after her, but I didn' t see what department she was in. Pati talked to me to tell me we could get into our apartment. Everything was quiet. There was only one mess about the things that were lying down, but no more strange situation happened. We were so tired, we fell asleep. We were awakened by the sunlight that leaked through the window. We no longer saw the figure of the woman in white. At night we went up to the other floor to find the woman who had helped us. We saw a neighbor who left her apartment. We asked her how we didn' t know her name. We described it to her. She told us we were wrong on that floor. Only she lived

20:26 with her children in the other apartment. I was busy with a couple of old people. The neighbor, seeing our surprise face, asked us if she had a scar on her right cheek. We said yes. She told us she wasn' t alive anymore. He' s been taking his own life for a long time. She had lived in the same apartment that we were occupying. I didn' t understand what the neighbor told us or how we got that help. We thought as soon as we could, we' d leave that apartment. But the events had stopped at least in our house, because in the street at night voices and laments were still being heard from people who died many years ago. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas