Llamadas Imposibles Al 911 Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My family, like many others, lived in a small town in Mexico, where poverty was measured not only in the lack of material resources, but also in the absence of hope. We lived day by day from hard work in the fields, and not just us, I mean, all people worked the same thing. There was no other source of work for families. Today it is different, but at that time it was the field or the field My father, a man of few words, but of immense determination, I saw a future that was caught up with every failed harvest and my mother, whose smile, was able to illuminate our darkest nights, shared that concern. The decision to leave our home was not sudden before they told me what we were going to do. My parents had been thinking about it for nine months.

1:00 Violence and fear had become frequent visitors in our region, with stories of families torn apart by the war on trafficking. My parents, seeking security and a better future, decided to emigrate to the United States, leaving everything known behind. The journey guided by a coyote and financed by family savings was exhausting, but we finally reached our destination. My history in the United States is summed up in intense personal adaptation and growth. My parents, untiring, worked in various jobs looking for a better future for me. The cultural shock and the language barrier marked my beginning Here, pushing me to mature quickly, sacrificing the university for work, I focused on supporting my family and learning from every work experience guided by the ideal of contributing to society. This search led me to become an operator of the nine hundred and eleven thanks to a friend with connections.

2:04 Although I initially doubted my ability to handle such great responsibilities, I realized that it was my vocation. I was able to pass aptitude tests, psychological evaluations and crisis management trainings. I took on the role I would hold for almost eleven years in this position. I faced daily the harsh reality of emergencies of all kinds, from accidents and overdoses to situations of domestic violence and mental crises. These experiences required a mixture of calm, rapid decision- making and empathy, which forced me to stand firm regardless of the nature of the call, without judging those seeking help. My engagement became an obsession, leading me to extend my days up to sixteen hours a day, which eventually billed my personal life. Despite my partner' s attempts to make me see the damage this addiction to work caused me, I persisted believing that my constant effort was crucial. The decision to resign was not easy, but necessary. The impossibility of maintaining a balance between my working and personal life, coupled with the extreme fatigue of sleeping just five hours, led me to realize my limits, but having given up does not mean that everything I lived during those nearly eleven years has simply come out of my mind. Things don' t work that way.

3:36 After quitting, I had countless sleepless nights, countless visits to state- appointed therapists, but neither the therapies could erase from my mind. Some of the more calls I don' t know impossible. Maybe it would be the right term. Those impossible calls aren' t easy to forget. Obviously, there are always calls involving horrible crimes, but over time you learn to prosecute him. Let' s just say the same job trains you. But what no one definitely prepares for is to answer calls which, even though you are listening to the person on the other side, you cannot process what he is telling you, because simply and simply what he is telling you cannot be possible.

4:24 The first impossible call I had to attend to occurred on a particularly quiet night. It was about to end the fall. The context is always important in this case. The context is that on that day, upon arrival from work, the topic of conversation was that for almost a week a series of sightings of strange lights had been reported in the sky. It wasn' t an exaggerated amount of calls either. I didn' t have to take any, but I did have other colleagues and they were maybe about eight or ten calls. To say that in the last week at least one person had called to report those lights and some days had called two. At first, it can' t sound too interesting. Of course, the important detail is that all those eight or ten calls had been made from the same area by matching the calls. All those sightings had been in a range of three miles.

5:27 All those reports were generally identical three lights flying in formation and making turns that an aircraft could not perform, at least not those we knew in those years. Those lights were reported as green, changing to water colour to return to green. And so, after having that brief conversation, I took a seat and started my work. It was early in the morning when I received the call across the line, a shaky voice clearly from an elderly woman, pleading for help whispering with a terror that was more than obvious. What she was telling me was that someone or something was trying to force her entry into her home to hear the fear in her voice, sparked an emergency spark in me I immediately sent a patrol to her address trying to keep her calm and assuring her that help was on the way. The officers arrived at the scene in minutes, inspecting the property for signs of intrusion. However, his search was in vain. They found nothing out of the ordinary, no evidence that anyone had tried to enter the house. After talking to the woman, they felt a concern that they could not ignore, although they had no tangible evidence of an immediate danger something in their account or perhaps in the way they told it made them believe that something was wrong. They decided then to continue patrolling the

7:01 nearby streets just in case. The first call the old lady made was about 2: 00 in the morning. About an hour later, at three o ' clock, the woman called back that call. It didn' t touch me anymore, but a partner. The despair in his voice had escalated. He was talking about strange noises outside his field of vision, soft but persistent blows against the windows, as if something wanted to let him know he was there. My partner, following protocol, notified the same patrol that he had visited the house earlier. When the officers returned to the house, which did not take even a minute, they knocked down the door and entered ready to shoot at anyone other than the old woman, but there were no signs of the old woman. The search on the property revealed no trace of his presence.

7:56 It was as if the earth had swallowed him up, leaving behind only the echo of his distress call. The house, with all its belongings apparently intact, offered no clue as to the whereabouts of the woman. What is done with these cases is now completely out of our reach. However, in this work you meet people and so you can follow the trail of some calls. In this case I knew that there was someone specialized in missing persons and when conducting a more thorough review, they found some strange marks of burn on the floor of the courtyard of the property were very suspicious three circular marks arranged in such a way that they formed an equilateral triangle. That was the only thing out of the ordinary they found. Obviously, I can' t offer any answers or anything like that. What I can say is that it is extremely strange the whole context in which the disappearance of the old woman took place.

8:58 Perhaps the most disconcerting thing is that, after that day, the calls reporting the lights completely ceased, as if the event that provoked them had come to an end or somehow their purpose had been completed. Among other calls that still resonate in my mind, there is one that stands out for its disturbing nature and the unanswered questions that he left behind occurred on a seemingly ordinary night, when the tranquility of my turn was interrupted by the desperate sound of a child crying across the line. His voice consumed by panic, recounted an event as terrifying as absolutely impossible. What the boy said was that he was playing with his brother. When hands with claws came out from under the bed and took their brother immediately, I moved the police to the given direction, trying to keep the boy calm and assuring him that the help was on the way.

10:01 I asked him to stay away from the room, but fear kept him paralyzed, unable to move from his hiding place. When the parents arrived at the place, they met with the police already inspecting the house in search of the brother of the child who had made the call. Of course the parents were questioned because perfectly they could have orchestrated everything to do something to the child and then convince his son to call nine hundred and eleven to do everything. That circus marriage. Hearing that a child had called to report that something had taken his little brother, they reacted surprisingly. They frowned and turned to see before telling the officers that they only had one child that after his birth, the master had performed the basectomy, so there was no such brother that the child said. At that time, the cops were as baffled as the parents, so both the officers and the marriage. They went into the house and went to the living room to talk to the child. At that time the marriage remained at all shock and they assured the police that the child that was there was not their son. The police faced an enigma that challenged all logic, a child that existed but did not belong to those who claimed to be their family and a missing brother who never existed. I asked my police friend

11:35 to please keep me informed about that case, because it was very rare. That' s why I know that case turned into a headache for the police. On the one hand, there was the lost son of the marriage. What they testified to was that they left the house to go buy dinner. The police were able to corroborate his fourth on the purchase ticket, as well as on the branch security cameras. They were telling the truth. In addition, the call that this strange child made to the nine hundred and eleven was at the exact minute and second when the marriage crossed the branch door. On the other hand, there was the boy who made the call. It was confirmed that he had no kinship with marriage, he was not the son of any friend, nor of any neighbour. The child claimed to be called the same as the child of the marriage and all the time remained in the position that they were his parents, which was definitely not true. That child must have had another family, but no child in the missing persons database matched his profile. The mystery child' s family never showed up and neither did the child of the marriage. That was too weird. A third call, which I also remember with a lot of uncertainty, was the one I received from a man saying something so strange that it seems absurd. It was an afternoon,

13:07 like any other, at the call center, when suddenly, the phone rang the man on the other side of the line. He told me that he was confined in a small room of three meters by three meters, a claustrophobic space that inexplicably lacked doors or windows. There was no visible outlet for any entry through which he could have accessed. My reaction, of course, was to proceed according to standard protocol. It was crucial to do so, to maintain the seriousness so that he could think as clearly as possible. Under such circumstances, with as calm a voice as possible, I asked him to try to remember any detail, no matter how small or insignificant it might appear.

13:56 The man swore to me that he had no memory of how he ended up there. His last clear memory was that of his routine walk home after one more day of work. As the conversation spread, the tone of his voice became more agitated, reflecting the escalation of his despair. He described to me the parts that surrounded him surfaces, smooth and devoid of any distinctive characteristic, without marks, without grabs, absolutely nothing. The idea that there was no escape from that box of concrete was taking root in his mind the call. He stayed with me trying to calm him down and assure him that we were doing everything we could to find him. What followed, however, was an abrupt silence. The line was suddenly cut leaving behind only the buzz of a missing connection. The strangest thing of all was that just a thousandth of a second before the call was cut off he could trace where he was calling from. The call was made from San Diego, from a mountainous area, specifically from the peninsular mountain range. That' s a natural area. There are no constructions. That person couldn' t have been locked in a three - by- three room, unless that room was under the mountains. But without a doubt, the most absolutely impossible call I had to attend was from

15:31 my own cell phone number. I explained to them my turn had begun as usual, I had settled in with a cup of coffee. When the phone rang. Looking at the call ID, I was confused that it came from my own number I touched my phone, which was face up on my desk to see that it was well active. On the lock screen there was no outgoing call, so hesitate a moment before answering the call. When I answered the call, what I heard on the other side, I was confused by a voice that sounded inhuman robotic. He encouraged me about opening an accident on the corner of a few streets. He gave me the address the call ended abruptly before I could fully process the situation, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and doubts. My training as dispatcher prompted me to act according to the information provided, Despite the strangeness of the situation and the unanswered questions that besieged me, I coordinated the sending of emergency services to the indicated location. This decision was accompanied by a persistent sense of concern. When the emergency services arrived.

16:45 The accident was just one or two seconds after it happened It was too weird. The restlessness was just beginning to sit when the phone rang once again, showing again my own ode number on the screen with the heart beating fast and a mixture of fear and anxiety. Invading me, I prepared to respond with a trembling hand. I listened to the call the same robotic and inhuman voice. He called me by my name and told me that in less than five minutes the call from a woman who would be locked in a closet was coming in. As I assimilated the information, I asked him who he was.

17:26 But at that point the communication was abruptly cut. As the seconds passed, my anxiety grew. Feeling the attention in the environment. I looked at my colleagues wondering if they would be experiencing something similar. Then, after what seemed to be the three longest minutes of my life, the woman' s call came in just like the robotic voice. He told me. The situation women were in is not important to history. Just let them know that I was able to solve the emergency that the woman was going through. The arrival of the third call soon took place. My heart accelerated when I saw my own number on the screen again. I doubted for a moment, however, I could not ignore it. I took the phone off and prepared for what would come the voice on the other side of the phone. He told me to call my wife and tell her to get out of the house because someone was going to get in that the best thing was that there was no one in the house. When that person got in. That said, the call was cut off. This was too much. It made no sense and yet, as the previous two calls had been unequivocal predictions, what I did was get out of my seat and take my rest. In five minutes I went to the area that is for breaks and I called my wife. I don ' t even remember exactly what I told him. The moment I confirmed that she was out of the house with ta, I didn' t tell a

19:00 cop friend and asked him to go take a look at my house. It took about ten minutes to get there He found a thief inside who was armed. I never got calls on my own number again. I honestly have no idea what happened at this point. I must make a leap in time to when I had already resigned. What I did was go into the academy and become a cop. That didn' t last long because at eight months I accidentally made the swear it was accidental. I stopped a tripicante. He didn ' t make the full stop and I stopped him. His attitude was very rare. He was nervous, he didn' t bring any ID or vehicle documents, so I asked him to open the trunk. He refused. He made a move that was clearly to pull out a gun, so I shot him and killed him. I notified the central sa and proceeded to open the trunk. There was coquina. It was the largest illegal substance seizure of that year in that city. I was congratulated by the mayor, also the governor.

20:11 I got a medal, they were even going to raise me in position. The problem was that one day when I arrived at my house I found my family macta was somewhat ironic. I went to the United States because trafficking organizations had taken over the people in which I lived in Mexico and there another organization of the same category took my family from me and it was all by pure chance. Feb and got in touch with me to offer me protection, but I turned it down. I told them that without my family, I don' t care. If anything happened to me, I gave up so much that I left the United States and went back to live in the village where I was born and had police experience. In addition to taking many courses and two operators of the nine hundred and eleven, I decided that I would work as a private investigator. When I began my service, I only offered them in small towns, not only in the village where I lived, but also in nearby villages. This is because, even though people in those places don' t usually have much money, they never get help there either from police or government. My first year was quite difficult, as I tried to adjust to work, but having a couple of friends in the field who gave me advice here and there definitely helped. Eventually I started to find my pace and as my reputation grew, so did my customer base. Not being specific

21:45 about where I live or using real names as a private investigator. People come to me with pretty personal business. They tend to reach me many cases of paranoid spouses and most accept them no matter how absurd they may be. The first case I want to talk to you about was creepy enough to definitely make me think a little bit more about what to accept and what to decline from. About two years ago he received an unexpected call from what seemed to be an older man. He asked me to confirm if he had called the right place and when I confirmed to him that he was, he immediately began a long monologue about how his wife was conspiring against him and how he planned to eliminate him. I tried to calm him down and ask him when he could come to the office to discuss things with a coffee. He wanted to clarify whether his case was legitimate and thus wish to negotiate an honorarium. He insisted he needed to see me as soon as possible, so he arrived a couple of hours later. Since I had no case at the time, I had no convenient nuno. The client was fifty to sixty years old and visibly altered.

23:06 When he arrived we talked for a while and by that time he had already calmed down, but he was still clearly frightened. He told me that his wife had been going out to meet other older women in a sort of reading club and that he was sure that all of them wanted to hurt him. The situation became really interesting when he revealed that every morning, around 4 a m, he woke up with an abnormally loud sound like dogs, barking and grunting frantically. He told me that he always woke up and saw his wife standing at the door of the bedroom and that two other older women similar to some of her friends were always standing motionless behind her. They didn' t make any moves, they just stared at him. The chilling step is that his wife was still in bed with him sleeping. They didn' t move while he didn' t. But he told me that, as soon as he did something notorious, they would walk away before he had the opportunity to put on his glasses to see better the few times he had gone to check. He found his back door, open, but never anything out of place. I felt a little bewildered and at first I thought it might be sleep paralysis, but the fact that a previously closed door was open and he

24:36 could move effortlessly. I was ruling that out. I asked him a few things, including his address when his wife used to leave, when he left. The location of the reading club pictures of his wife, her friends, that kind of thing. We made a deal and took the case. That night I went to his house and parked my car in the street, in a place from which I could see his front door and the gate leading to his backyard. I prepared my camera and put on a podcast, since I had to be there before he went to sleep, to make sure I didn ' t miss anything. I was out for about six hours without any sign of any activity. The streets were dark. There was an almost penetrating sensation of silence and isolation at three thirty o' clock and almost as if it were a sign. The sound of a barking dog broke the silence. The worst part is like every dog on the block starts barking. At that moment I see them in the rearview mirror, two small, wrinkled figures and a taller, slender figure, both slowly wobbly on the sidewalk, dressed in white.

25:55 The polarization of my windows made sure they didn' t notice me in the past, but I still remained silent. The echo of his steps resonated there I noticed that they were two old ladies dragging a white inert mannequin like rigid lime like a corpse fresh out of the tomb and dressed as the old man' s wife. I started taking some pictures with one camera and recording them with another. Indeed, they turned towards the entrance of my client' s house, carrying the mannequin with them, and one of them unlocks the gate. Ass, I check the photos and video to make sure they' re clear. I tried to think of something since obviously, it' s not a good idea to leave the old man alone with a couple of creepy old women who probably suffer from dementia or something like that. I pulled out my cell phone and called her phone hoping to get her out. A few minutes later they went out and walked down the street wobbly down the handle and dragged it against the pavement. The next day, when I showed him the photos and the video, he became pale. He smiled a little melancholy and thanked me saying that he had to apologize to his wife for not trusting her and not talking to her about it. First, the man, on the one hand, was bewildered by those old women, but at the same time he was calmer because he could rule out that his wife was involved in what

27:30 was going on. The man told me he wouldn' t need my services anymore. I recommended that the best thing was to confront the old women to keep them from getting into the house. But the man told me he' d trade the door lock for a safer one. When we agreed on the price he gave me half the payment and at that time he gave me the other half giving up the job. However, I was not calm. My intuition came to me that something else was going to happen and that would be a bad thing and I couldn' t leave things like that. The next night, I had every intention of going on a stakeout to put an end to the old ladies, but there was an inconvenience to me and I couldn ' t go on a stakeout. The next day I found out something had happened. At dawn. The man' s wife was in the town square impaled. Obviously, they went looking for him for explanations, being the prime suspect, but when they knocked down the door of the house, they found him in the dead room in such a violent way that I can' t even say it. The strangest thing of all was that next to the man ' s body was sitting a mannequin, the same mannequin that I saw the two old ladies wearing. I have no idea what happened. I have some other stories the same today, even more strange than this. First I tell

29:02 you a summer. I don' t remember what year, but it was before this first I told them. I was sitting in my office finishing one of my previous cases. There were only general reports, lots of paperwork and boring things left. Suddenly my phone started ringing I picked it up just to hear the voice of a municipal police sergeant from a city that was about eight hours away by road. He explained that he was handling a case of a missing person, a young boy about four years old. His mother and father had divorced a few months ago. The father had taken custody when the child disappeared. The main suspect was the mother, who believed she was in the village where I lived and if she wasn' t there, it was possible that she was in some other town near the area. There were a couple of testimonies that said that the child was seen getting into a vehicle that coincided with the vehicle the mother had. The background was that the father had left the child alone at home for half an hour to go out and buy something to eat, and when the boy returned, he was gone. The father was not a suspect because he had fought a great deal to keep custody, so the father was not likely to be responsible. The police sergeant told me that the child' s father was a lot of money and that if I found the child I could get a good compensation. I agreed to do the

30:37 woman' s search. He e- mailed me a picture of the mother ' s child and the mother' s vehicle. First I went around town and that vehicle definitely wasn' t in place. As of today, that town is a little more modern, but when this happened there were barely twenty vehicles. I know exactly because in the village there were forty- six houses, so it wasn' t hard to know data like this. When I got rid of the village where I lived, I started to look at other villages in the area and started with the village that was most difficult to access. To reach that village, one had to cross a gravel road that crossed several kilometres through the forest. That town has always had a bad reputation because, as you get closer, the trees start to get weird. I wouldn ' t know exactly how to explain it. When I was in that town, I parked my car and started walking, but I hadn' t been walking for a minute. When I saw a vehicle that matched the woman' s vehicle, so, as discreetly as possible, I took a photograph.

31:49 After that I was walking in the village, buying some things, never losing sight of the vehicle. It was done at night and nothing. The vehicle followed him in his place without anyone coming near him and no one moving him. I returned to my vehicle and, even though I hadn' t really planned it, I had to stay on guard. Of course everything had to be perfectly camouflaged, so while there were still people on the streets, I pretended that the car was failing me. This way I could stay inside the vehicle all night without anyone getting it. Suspect. The hours passed, it was three o' clock in the morning and there was still no movement, so I got out of the car and made sure that no one saw me from the window of his house, I gradually got closer to the vehicle in question. The windows weren' t polarized, so what I did was look inside. In there were both the mother and the child. They were both lying in the back, so well- off that it was impossible to see them from afar. They were both dead, but it was clear that someone had given them, because the two had figures of Christ crucified nailed to their hearts. I' ve never seen such a terrible thing before in my life.

33:15 I had to take pictures. I went back to my car, I saw my office. I passed the pictures to the computer. I mailed them to the police sergeant and called him to inform him of the situation. I didn' t know what happened next, and so I have a couple more weird stories, but they' re already very strong things that I' m sure YouTube wouldn' t take well. Tale written and adapted by Ramiro. Contreras