La Monja Que Atravesaba Paredes En El Turno Nocturno Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 First testimony. I decided to move to the country' s capital, Lima, hoping to find better opportunities. Arriving in Lima, a much larger and noisy city, I experienced a drastic change in my surroundings. Finding a job was easier than I expected. Thanks to the recommendation of a friend of my uncle' s, I got a job in private security. My new job was to watch an office building overnight. Since I already had experience working at night, I accepted the position without hesitation. The first few days on the new job went smoothly. I must admit, I was feeling kind of bored.

0:49 The building he cared for was very quiet during the night. The silence in the empty offices was almost deafening and the loneliness felt more intense compared to the one I had experienced in the countryside. After several nights, I decided to explore a bit to break the routine. One night driven by curiosity, I climbed to the top floor of the building. There I found out I wasn' t completely alone. Three dogs lived on that plant. These animals, apparently, were also part of the building' s security system. I was comforted by the presence of the dogs and decided to spend some time with them, watching the street from the top of the building. The view from there offered a different perspective of the city, a mixture of shadows and lights.

1:40 I did not stay more than half an hour, but that brief time was a pleasant respite from the loneliness I had felt. When I finally decided to continue my night round and set out to leave the top floor, something weird happened. The dogs, who had been friendly and quiet until then, changed their behavior, stood in front of me blocking the door as if they didn' t want me to leave or as if they were trying to warn me of something. Despite his resistance, I knew I had to go on with my work, so I carefully moved the dogs aside so I could pass right at that moment, as I went down the stairs to resume my round, I heard how the dogs began to bark desperately behind me. His urgent barking filled the building with noise filling me with restlessness. I didn' t immediately know the reason for his agitation. I understood that something weird was going on, something that might require my full attention. I checked the area where the noise came from and then inspected other floors of the building. I found no sign of anyone coming in, but I couldn' t feel at ease.

2:53 The construction was in such deep silence that my steps resounded in the empty corridors. That concern, however, did not give me peace. On the contrary, it intensified my feeling that something was wrong, as if every shadow were hiding a danger. I repeated to myself that my discomfort was due to the responsibility of watching such a large and new place. For me it was my first job taking care of such a large place. During the night, I decided not to let myself be nervous and continued with my usual round, checking every floor from the basement to the roof. As nights passed, that sense of being observed became stronger on the high floors. The repetition of this feeling made me reconsider my patrol route. I decided to avoid going up to those levels and concentrating on the lower ones, where I didn' t feel that pressure. It seemed to work and for several days I could make my rounds smoothly. But one night that calm broke abruptly. I was on the first floor when, suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a noise coming from the top floor. It was a metallic sound, like someone was manipulating a lock with some tool. The noise was clear, indicating something was happening.

4:21 Without wasting time. I rushed up the stairs and ran up to the floor where the noise came from. Upon arrival, I called aloud waiting for some response or some movement to indicate someone' s presence, but there was no response, no steps, no signs of movement. With the flashlight in hand, I began to inspect every office, opening doors and looking behind every piece of furniture. Despite my efforts, I didn' t find anything strange. The floor was in perfect order and there were no signs of forced entry. Continuing the search and thinking that the intruder might have escaped to the upper floors, I decided to climb to the top floor, a place I had avoided in my last rounds. When I got there the stage I found was unexpected.

5:12 The three dogs, which were usually alert and energetic, were curled up in a corner of the floor shaking. It was the first time I saw them in that state of vulnerability. Dogs, especially those trained for safety, usually do not show easy fear. His behavior was strange and alarming. Something or someone had managed to scare them to the point of making them tremble, which raised my alert level. After coming down from the top floor, I felt a strong change in my mood. The fear I felt was not just concern, it was terror something within me. Maybe an instinct urged me to move fast and not look back. This feeling was so strong that I obeyed without thinking with quick steps and heart. Beating hard, I went down the stairs to the first floor looking for safety and calm until my turn was over.

6:12 The fear persisted in the following days and I remained alert at all times, especially during the nights on call. At the end of the month, a quiet night, was interrupted by unexpected noise. While I was on the lower floors, the echo of steps began to be heard, going up the stairs quickly I knew immediately, that it was not my imagination. Someone was there I climbed the stairs as fast as I could, hoping to face whoever was there. I screamed that they would come out of hiding or release the dogs hoping to intimidate the intruder into rebelling. But only the echo of my words bounced on the walls. There was no answer. R I started searching every floor and again the sound came from above. Someone was running down the hall. The steps sounded urgently as if he was trying to escape. I was sure there was someone else in the building who wanted to run away.

7:15 Aware that the dogs were on the upper floor, he knew that the intruder would not have many options to escape without meeting them. I went up to the penultimate floor something in the atmosphere. It made the air feel tense and I felt like I was about to face something important. I went through every office on the penultimate floor, opening doors, checking every corner, hoping to find someone, but I didn' t find anyone. The confusion invaded me as I wondered what those steps were I had heard. As I walked down the hall thinking about what happened, a chill ran through my back and I felt a deep cold. My body turned pale. Fear paralyzed me for a few seconds. In those moments of paralysis, I felt someone approaching, a loud cry was heard. Without thinking about it, I ran to the top floor, seeking refuge and company in the presence of dogs, who seemed to share the fear I felt. On reaching the top floor, the dogs were in the same position, cornered and trembling. At that moment I realized that it wasn' t just my imagination or a mere nervousness. There was something on the top floors of that building that instilled fear in both humans and animals.

8:43 I decided that night would not bring down again the fear of the unknown and what I might find on the stairs or when I open a door. It was too big. I decided to stay on the top floor until dawn, accompanied only by dogs. The idea of facing only what I wanted to inhabit those floors seemed too frightening to me. I settled down as best I could, and I waited alertly for the first lights of the day to arrive. The morning shift guard found me asleep next to the dogs. Instead of reprimanding me for not following security protocol, he woke me up and asked me if I had noticed anything strange during the night. Telling him yes, he had been afraid. He nodded with understanding. He explained to me that that was the reason why he had asked not to work at night. He confessed that he had also seen strange things that led him to change his schedule.

9:41 He admitted that he had not told me about these events before because he thought that, being new, it was better for me to assume my role without previous ideas that could influence my conduct. He suggested that maybe it was better not to know much about the stories or rumors of that place, as they could affect my mind and hinder my performance at work. This omission, according to him, sought to protect me and allow me to adapt to the environment without being burdened with fear or anxiety. This revelation explained many of my experiences and made me reconsider how much longer I wanted to stay in such a place. It wasn' t a month before I asked the company to assign me somewhere else. Second testimony. After many years working as a guard, I was sent to look after a school. My boss, seeing my good performance, thought I was fit for this job. He told me that for my good work, I' d be in a quieter place now. In addition, I would share the work with the vigilante who was already in school.

10:52 Upon arrival, the chief vigilante, a man with a lot of experience, kindly received me from the first day assured me that the school was very safe according to him. All the time I' d been there, I' d never had serious problems or intruders. The days passed without incident. Everything was so quiet, I got a little bored. With so much free time, I decided to explore the school. So I found a room on the top floor with several beds, probably for emergencies or for when teachers or students had to stay. Thinking about improving our work and ensuring that we could rest well, I proposed to the main watchman to take turns sleeping. My idea was for one to rest while the other was watching and then we' d change. That way we' d be more awake and efficient during our working hours. The chief vigilante gladly accepted the idea and everything seemed to be fine.

11:56 We agreed to use the beds on the top floor to rest. The chief vigilante never went up to sleep there, instead preferring to wear mats from some warehouse and sleep elsewhere in the school. This seemed strange to me, especially because the beds were more comfortable. One day I asked him why he didn' t want to sleep on the top floor. His reaction was unexpected. He was uncomfortable with the question. Seeing that the chief vigilante didn' t want to talk about sleeping on the top floor, I decided not to insist anymore. I didn' t want to cause any trouble between us, as we were going to work together for many hours at night. I put aside my curiosity and continued to focus on my work. The next day it was my turn to wake up the main watchman to change shifts. To my surprise I was already awake. He told me that he had only slept for a few hours and that he was used to spending most of the morning awake.

12:56 I reminded the chief watchman that it was my turn to sleep with a serious face. She went to the physics room, pulled a mat out of a closet and prepared her to sleep. I asked him again why he wore the mat instead of the beds on the top floor. This time he told me that I should sleep on the mat too. I told him I' d rather sleep on the top floor bed because it would be more comfortable. The most serious chief vigilante insisted that he not go up there to sleep. He said that, according to his experience and what he had heard from others, terrors appeared in that place in the early morning. When I heard it, talked about horrors, I laughed and told him that I didn' t believe in those stories and that they were just stories to scare the fearful and that I wasn' t easily scared. Despite my skepticism and my desire to sleep in one of the beds on the top floor, the chief vigilante stood firm to avoid further conflict. I ended up reluctantly accepting. That night I slept on the mat in the physics room. I wasn' t happy with the decision. I felt quite uncomfortable on the mat while thinking it was better to be lying in one of the beds on the top floor, but I was very curious about the vigilante' s attitude. After several uncomfortable nights sleeping on the mat, I decided it was time to prove that the fears on

14:31 the top floor were false. With determination I told the other watchman that night I was going to sleep on the top floor. I wanted to show him that ghost stories were just stories and that there was nothing to be afraid of. The chief watchman accepted my decision as if he expected something bad to happen. That night. Armed with a flashlight in case I needed light, I climbed to the top floor and settled in one of the beds. Contrary to the warnings of the chief vigilante. The night passed without incident, I slept deeply and without interruption. The next day I saw the other watchman and I couldn' t help but joke. I told him that the ghosts had not only not bothered me, but had let me sleep very well, insinuating in joke that maybe they liked my company. I was pleased to have shown that there was nothing to fear. One night, while sleeping quietly, on the top floor, a noise woke me up or someone was knocking on the window facing the street. I got up confused and alarmed, wondering who might be touching the window from the outside, especially being on the top floor of a school where external access was almost impossible. I took my flashlight and pointed towards the window looking for some figure or movement. For a moment I thought I saw something move fast along the edge of the window like a shadow that passed.

16:06 I thought maybe it was my imagination clouded by sleep. I decided not to give it any importance. I went back to bed trying to regain my calm while trying to sleep. Again, the noises continued This time they seemed to come out of the hallway outside the room. I got up more alert and walked out of the room to investigate the hallway. It was dark and quiet. I walked down the hall pointing the flashlight in every corner, but I saw nothing strange. I went back to the room a little restless, but determined not to let myself be carried away by fear. I lay down trying to ignore the noises and sleep. However, I barely closed my eyes.

16:48 The noise came back this time it was louder and clearer. Someone was hitting the window bars with something. The sound sounded all over the room. That night, while trying to understand the noise in the window, my radio started ringing. It was the main watchman who from the first floor asked me to stop making noise. Apparently, the sound of the knocks on the window was heard all the way down, which made him think that I was causing the confused fuss. I got out of bed and pointed my flashlight at the door of the room. In the frame of the door appeared the figure of a nun who seemed to walk through the door like a spectrum. My heart was beating fast because of fear. Despite the fear, my curiosity was stronger.

17:40 I took a deep breath and went out into the hallway to follow the figure. The nun was slowly moving down the corridor, floating carefully. I followed her a certain distance. When I reached a corner, the figure doubled and when I dared to look, it was gone without a trace. Surprisingly, when she saw that the mara nun had disappeared. My fear began to diminish. Me. I realized that, despite the supernatural nature of the situation, I did not feel the terror I expected. With a sense of astonishment rather than fear, I decided to return to the room. On my way back to the room, I found something even more strange. The nun was there waiting for me. His clear and definite presence caused fear to return with force. I waited no longer and ran down to the first floor to find the other watchman and tell him what I saw When I was so scared, the watchman was not surprised. His expression confirmed that what I had seen was real and that he also knew of the nun' s presence at school.

18:47 I asked her why the nun appeared in that place, waiting for some explanation or at least a story that would make sense of what she was seeing. The chief watchman explained to me that he did not know the exact reason for his appearance. The nun was a known presence on the top floor since he had started working at the school. Finally, I got used to the idea that the school had a fright, but only on the top floor. I decided to sleep on the mat on the first floor and since then I have not gone up again for fear of meeting the nun again. Third testimony.

19:34 My name is Jorge and I want to tell you something that I lived a few years ago when I worked as a security guard. The place where he worked was a bonyard belonging to an insurance company. There they kept all the vehicles that no longer had repair, especially those in which people had died in accidents. The dehuesadero was located in the middle of the road around da da of darkness and silence during the night. My shift started at ten o' clock at night and ended at six o' clock in the morning. The first night I had to work there I felt an unexplained discomfort. He knew he was surrounded by car wrecks that had witnessed tragedies during the day. The place didn' t seem so scary, but when night fell, everything changed.

20:25 The shadows of the crashed cars were elongated and the wind made strange noises as they passed through the damaged bodies. The moonlight barely lit the place, creating a creepy atmosphere every creak and sound made me turn around hoping to see something that wasn' t supposed to be there. The first night was especially difficult. I was walking through the car wrecks checking to see that everything was in order. Sometimes the wind caused some door to close at once or a piece of metal to fall, making me jump out of the fright. Despite my discomfort, I was trying to stay focused on my work. Every night while I was making rounds for the deboner. I was making sure everything was in order. I never saw anything strange, but what I heard was freezing my blood. In the darkest hours, when the silence was deeper, the sounds began. First they were just whispers, like the wind moving the wreckage of the cars. Then the whispers turned into cries and screams. Sometimes the desperate screams of someone asking for help were heard. Other times they were silent sobs, as if someone was suffering in their last moments. One night in particular, the noises started earlier than usual. They began with a slight whisper that intensified into a tearful cry. I felt a chill walking around and I

22:00 tried to concentrate on my round, but the sound was impossible to ignore. I walked to the origin of crying trying to find some explanation. As I approached one of the cars, the crying stopped abruptly, leaving me in silence. That same night I heard something that left me petrified. It was a voice whispering my name. I looked around, but there was no one else there. The voice was soft almost like a lament and seemed to come from one of the oldest and most shattered cars. The feeling of being observed became more intense and I decided to move away quickly from that place. With the passing of days I began to notice that noises were not the only strange thing.

22:45 The objects were also moving from place to place. Tools he left in one place appeared in another. The next day, doors that I had closed were open. When I went through again, these small anomalies were accumulating, increasing my sense of restlessness. One night, as I walked through the wrecked cars, I heard the scream of a woman who seemed to be very close. My heart was pounding and I knew there was no one there The anguish in his voice paralyzed me. The scream was so clear and heartbreaking that I stood still. The nights passed and the sounds followed. The scariest thing was when I heard someone calling me by my name. I knew it was impossible, but the voices were clear as if the dead were trying to communicate with me by telling me their last words, their last moments of life. Months passed and every night was the same. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that everything was the product of my Mind, the sounds were still there incessant and desperate. Finally I decided that I could no longer continue in that work, Fear and anguish were too much to bear. One night, while I was doing my usual round, I noticed something weird. In one of the cars. I saw a silhouette I hadn' t noticed before.

24:18 It was like a figure sitting in the driver' s seat. I approached slowly, trying to see better, but when the figure arrived it was gone. I felt a chill walking through the following nights I started to notice more strange things. I saw shadows moving between the cars, but when I was going to check, I couldn' t find anyone. The feeling of being watched. He got stronger with every night he spent. I decided to talk to one of my colleagues, a more experienced guard who had been working in the deboning house for years, I told him what I had been seeing and listening to, he looked at me with a serious expression and I oro and I hate myself. He said he wasn' t the only one who noticed weird things on the spot. He told me that many guards had resigned from similar experiences. My partner advised me to bring a little radio with me to listen to music and distract me from the dark atmosphere. He also recommended that I bring a more powerful flashlight to better illuminate the place. I decided to follow their advice, hoping they' d help me feel more at ease.

25:26 Despite carrying the radio and the flashlight, strange experiences continued one night as I listened to music to keep me awake. The radio started broadcasting static and then a whispering voice came out of the speakers. I didn' t understand what he was saying, but he iced my blood. I turned off the radio immediately and tried to concentrate on my round. Another incident occurred when I saw a shadow move quickly between two cars. I went to instigate with my flashlight, but I found nothing. However, I felt an intense cold in the air, as if someone were breathing near me. I decided not to keep looking and went back to the security shed trying to calm me down.

26:15 One of the scariest nights was when I heard a loud, heartbreaking scream coming from one of the cars. I ran to the place thinking someone might be hurt, but I didn' t find anyone. The car was empty and there was no sign that someone had been there. That scream was etched in my mind and that night I could hardly sleep. I quit the job and never went back to that boner. I wonder if perhaps the souls of those who died in those cars are still trapped reliving the moment of their death again and again. I don' t know if there' s a logical explanation for what I heard, but one thing' s for sure. That' s it, that' s a boner. It' s not a normal place. Fourth testimony. Being a doorman and guard in a building, sometimes it was my turn to act as a receptionist. Once the receptionist had to leave suddenly and I took his place. Luckily, there were few guests, there wasn' t much work. That night I lived something I' ll never forget. I heard crying in the hallway. As I approached, I saw a woman crying. I approached her worried and offered her a handkerchief.

27:37 When I saw her closely, I noticed that she had marks on her face, I thought someone had hit her and I was filled with anger. The woman tried to calm me down by saying that no one had mistreated her that she was only with her daughter. I didn' t believe him, and I decided to look for the assailant. I walked into his room ignoring his pleas inside the bike was weird. I felt a heaviness and a strange cold. I confirmed that only your daughter was there. The place became more disturbing. When I saw shadows moving on the roof, I felt intense fear. The woman, seeing my terror, tried to reassure me, but her story only increased my fear. She told of a family curse that forced her to move constantly to protect her daughter. He said the shadows came for his daughter because of a pact made by his father. While I was talking, I was still paralyzed by fear. When I could move I ran out of the room, I went to the reception waiting for the boss or some partner to arrive so I wouldn' t be alone because I was still very scared at dawn. I went back to the door of the woman' s room and her daughter. I played carefully, but no one responded. In the end I opened the door slowly the room was silent with the light of day, entering through the curtains. To my surprise, there was no trace of the

29:07 woman and her daughter. The bed was fixed as if no one had been there. I talked to my colleagues about the disappearance of the lady and her daughter. Some said that maybe they were never there, that it was all my imagination. Others more superstitious believed they were supernatural beings. The absence of the lady and her daughter left me confused the marks on the lady' s face the shadows I saw all seemed to have gone with them. I wondered if what I lived was real or just a result of tiredness. I went down to the reception looking for answers among the hotel staff. No one knew anything about the mysterious couple. My questions only generated confused looks. The mystery of the empty room was still unexplained. I explored other parts of the building looking for clues, walked down the halls, checked records and talked to other guests, but found nothing about the lady and her daughter. I began to doubt my own perception, wondering if everything had been an illusion. However, the marks on the ladies' faces were still in my memory. The rumor about the empty room spread among the guests. Some shared their own rare experiences in the building. The stories varied between shadows in the night, whispers in empty corridors and figures that disappeared. My attempts to understand what was going on

30:41 were frustrating. At the reception, people avoided me. Even those who told similar stories did not want to give details. I decided to look into the hotel' s history. I wanted to know about its construction if there were tragedies in the past or something related to the paranormal, but the documents were few and messy, which made it difficult to find answers. The atmosphere of the hotel felt heavier, Each corner seemed to have secrets and the corridors gave a disturbing feeling. I wanted to find logical explanations. It was increasingly difficult to separate reality from the supernatural. The story of the lady and her daughter, along with what others told. He became part of the hotel legend.

31:30 The guests began to avoid the empty room and the staff did not want to enter the place. What used to be a normal place. Now it had an air of mystery. I never found answers. What I lived left a mark on my memory.