Los ENHUESADOS Las Almas De Los Fallecidos En Auto Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The boned ones. It' s been a while. We had a party with a few extra beers. Then I find myself at the wheel of a car. Luckily, I didn' t hurt anyone. They caught me driving drunk and that changed my plans. I had to do community service, which was better than going to jail. I was given English classes at the youth correction center during the day ten weeks, just when I had to go back to school. I also got a ticket that my parents didn' t want to pay, so I got a night job when my uncle offered it to me. I know I should thank you for not ending up behind bars, but at the time it seemed like I was building my own personal prison.

0:51 The place had a high bar with barbed wire. Only the guards were missing in towers. I crossed the sign from my uncle' s warehouse. As I opened the front door, the guard dog a big road waiter tied to a pole. He welcomed me when I approached a building under one floor. Some windows were dirty. An air conditioner threw water and the dog licked it. While I was grunting, I was about to open the door. When my Uncle David showed up, he was wearing a branded grey suit and a red silk tie. There were no hugs or handshakes. My uncle told me you were making a good impression. When I was ten minutes late, I didn' t say anything and waited for us to go to his office with air conditioning. But instead he started a tour of the place. As we walked, he went over the rules to work the night shift at the warehouse.

1:45 The first rule did not forget to feed Samuel the dog Keeper the dog did not let me caress him, but he stopped grunting and showing his teeth. We went through a row of sixteen carts in different dismantling states for parts. Some were just metal skeletons, others seemed like they could roll out of the tank, until my uncle opened the chest to show me what the engine was missing. All parts, from the plates to the windshields, to the specific bolts and screws, were recorded and stored in the tank that was in the center of the place. Every mechanic in West Nebraska called my uncle when they needed a piece. We entered the section of the warehouse, where the cars were crushed. There was a huge machine painted with a bright yellow.

2:37 That looked like a giant toaster, but instead of putting in a slice of bread you would introduce a cart. I asked him if I could see him in action. My uncle David rode on a tow truck, impaled an old cart and dropped it in the car area. The walls of the press were closed from all sides until the ten- foot car was reduced to a fart of steel. The noise of the metal, cracking and breaking, made me frown. The sound was loud. Really. After smashing the car, my Uncle David threw another rule at me. No touching, driving, or turning on the car press. If he tried and realized it, I' d get out of here right away. Then he started to give me a hard one around the place, next to the fence. He told me the next rule. While we were walking. I wasn' t allowed to let anyone in after my uncle left for the day. No junk cars arrived at night and office hours were from 6: 00 a m to 8: 00 p m, so there was no reason for anyone to show up. He also made it clear that he shouldn' t let any of my friends or my girlfriend stay with me to keep someone from coming in after hours. My Uncle David would close me inside when he left for the day. Like I told you, it was like my own personal cage, I asked what was going on. If anything happened to me and I needed help. He laughed and

4:08 told me that if I was gross enough to hurt myself in this job and I needed an ambulance, I deserved to die. Besides, if I really needed help, I could call him. Then he turned around and told me that he was grappling with petty thieves who would jump the fence at night and take copper parts from their carts, things like radiators, brake tubes and alternator had copper. Turns out Samuel' s barking was more intimidating than his bite, and my Uncle David needed someone on guard during the night, someone spinning around with a flashlight for thieves to think about. Twice before entering, he assured me that he did not want me to be a hero, although he considered me to be half lazy, he was still family and his sister would suffer the consequences if something happened to me. My uncle David thought that my simple presence would drive the thieves away and if any trouble arose, I should call him and he would appear in minutes. Feeling more relaxed, we' re still next to the fence when I noticed something weird. Every few meters, someone had stuck small crosses in the fence with wire. I counted three as we walked along the line and looking forward. I saw more, I had to ask my uncle about it. He told me the workers did it by knitting the crosses in the fence. I asked why my uncle kept quiet.

5:36 His mood suddenly changed. He got evasive almost scared. I asked him again and he pointed out four cars at the far end of the scrapping were separated from the others. There were two minivans and two small edans. They had all been in accidents, some worse than others. Our walk took us juss in the middle of them. He seemed nervous to be there. He told me that these were what his workers called the boned cars that were in fatal accidents. It seemed that, once the police ended up with an accident investigation and the insurance company had settled all the claims, the cars ended up here where they would be stripped of parts. The problem was that employees didn ' t like working in these vehicles. They felt it was like taking away the jewels from a corpse in a coffin. Their workers thought it was only bad luck working on these cars. There were also some incidents. He said that some of his workers had suffered their own accidents after working in the cars.

6:48 Again, my uncle was being lazy and I wanted clear answers. He explained that one of his workers was crushed by an old boner a few months ago and or or another use lost his hand after accidentally cutting it off by taking pieces from another. That' s why the employees started putting crucifixes on the fences. It was to keep the bad aura inside the scrapping. They didn' t want anything to follow him home. My uncle thought his workers were too superstitious, but he allowed me to look back at the four boners. Suddenly I felt that I was standing in a royal cemetery and each of these cars was a giant metal tomb. I asked my uncle about them how many people lost their lives there and how, but he said he didn' t know and didn' t want to know. Nothing would change if I knew the details of the accidents that the cars brought here. His job was to get rid of them and that' s what his feet were doing, crawling and his voice. Aspera betrayed his uneasiness. I felt something in that place, too. It wasn' t right. I noticed that three of the four boners weren' t completely wrecked. They didn' t seem to have been in any major accident. They had dented panels and one had the roof severely crushed, but nothing fatal, although the most da blue had his windshield moved with a hole in the middle my mind imagined the body of someone

8:20 thrown forward his head crashing into the glass. I was wondering if there were any pieces of hair still stuck in the fragments. A chill ran through my spine while I was thinking about it. The only car that seemed to have been smashed to death was a black miniban. It was mainly a wrinkled pile of steel. Although the door on the driver' s side was still attached and it seemed that it could be opened. The rest of the car was just metal folds for a moment I thought the car had blood leaking, but I realized it was just rust leaking from its bottom. My uncle explained the last rule this area, like the car crusher, was off limits. He said something about insurance problems with these cars and there was no need for me to worry about this scrapping section. When I was doing my night rounds, that was good for me. The area gave me the creeps. My Uncle David walked back to his office. I was done showing myself around. I kept hanging him up. A few steps back. I heard a noise, a deaf sound. I turned around to look at the boners and for a moment I thought I saw a young woman in the blues. Her blond hair was tangled her white face black eyes. I was hitting the glass like I was trying to get my attention. Right then. Samuel barked and then let go of a howl. I turned around to see the dog howling and barking

9:54 like he was warning me. When I looked at the massade again, the face in the car was gone. I approached my uncle, a little restless, but convinced that the whole issue of death was affecting me. Samuel stopped barking, which also calmed things. I saw my uncle walk out the door, park his car and go back to the fence. He took out the keys and officially locked me up at night. He made a sign with his hand and left a trail of dust behind his car. As he was leaving, when Samuel approached me. I realized I wasn' t completely alone. I walked into the office with air conditioning and grabbed some dog food from the sack and poured it into Samuel' s bowl near my uncle' s desk.

10:41 He ate it like he wasn' t fed in a week. Although I felt bad about it, I had to get Samuel out of the office to play his role as a watchdog. After dinner. It took a bit to persuade him. I had to use another bowl of food to get him out the door. I wrote down the time it was seven thirty. I had another hour before sunset, when I' d have to make my first rounds for scrapping. I had my feet up and I was playing some game on my phone. When Samuel started barking. It was guttural, snoring and angry. I opened the door and was hit by heat. It was still a scorching heat. Even when the sun was about to hide. I followed the sound of Samuel' s barking and among his whining I heard voices.

11:30 I couldn' t understand what they were saying, but at least there were two people screaming. I ran down the right edge of the fence and found the dog, looking at the barrier and barking nonstop, I let him know that everything was fine and after a minute he got tired and stopped. There was no one in sight, but there was a blanket on the other side of the fence and in the dust there were traces. It seemed like someone was planning to climb the fence and throw the blanket over the barbed wire to get into the scrapping. Suddenly I felt very protective of my uncle' s place. I screamed at the empty landscape on the other side of the fence that would call the police. I stayed there for a good five minutes, just watching, letting him know that someone was taking care of the place.

12:18 Samuel gave up before me. Heading to the office and crawling back, I decided that at least for the next hour, more or less, I should pass it on the small outer porch of the office. There was a metal rocker to sit on while I was swinging back and forth, while I was dark with the old dog at my feet, I didn' t get my phone out. I just sat there and watched the day happen at night. Then I heard the voices. Again I was surprised that Samuel didn' t let go of a bark. Instead, he aired a weird sound like he was complaining. When I looked down at him, he seemed to shrink into a tight ball with his tail tucked under his hind legs. I assumed the robbers had returned to get their blanket back and could try another attempted robbery.

13:13 I grabbed the flashlight my uncle gave me and went back to the fence. I focused my light on the fence and shouted that the police were on their way, but the voices didn' t stop. My flashlight found the blanket exactly where it was when Samuel and I saw it in the afternoon. Then I realized that the voices did not come from outside the scrap, but from within. Maybe they' d already jumped the fence I turned around trying to find the voices. My light fell on the bonnets. The sound came from one of those cars. It was the green Chevicavalier that had the roof crushed. The little light was on inside the car and the voices came from there as much as I didn' t want to slowly approach the car. Then I realized that the voices were talking about sports chattering about how the Nebraska football team would do that fall. It was the local sports program. The radio in the car had gone off somehow. I fought my fear. It was probably just a short circuit, but I also wondered if it could be the thieves who were trying to get the radio out. I was about to dial my uncle' s number, but I thought I should at least make sure so I took a few more steps towards the car until I got a good look inside. There was no one there. Without realizing it, I had walked to the green chevy. The radio voices kept talking and I inspected the

14:46 interior of the car and made sure there was no one there. I leaned down to look through the back window and confirmed that there was no body hidden in the back seat or under the board. It was just me and the green che I saw. I reached the door on the driver' s side and pulled him over. Indeed, the board was illuminated and the radio was on. I sat in the driver' s seat having to shrink because of the crushed ceiling and then reached the radio' s day to turn it off. That' s when the car door slammed shut on its own. The flashlight fell out of my hand and landed outside the car. I tried to push the door to open it, but it didn' t move. I couldn' t help but think about the face of the blonde woman I thought I saw in the other boned. I started panicking. I knocked on the door with all my weight, but it didn' t move. Then I reached the passenger' s side and tried that door. Again, my hands spread towards the steering wheel. I grabbed him frustrated, shaking him and screaming as my palms held the wheel. Everything went black. There was in the dark a black void like ink and then, as fast as that happened.

16:04 There was a light. I wasn' t sitting in the junk car, but I was driving him down a road. The radio was on. The guys in the sport were chattering again, but the players they were talking about were from two years ago. The lampposts passed quickly. I looked down at the speedometer, and I saw it going 100 miles an hour. Suddenly, my right hand came down and pressed a button on the radio, switching the radio guys' station to music and I felt my foot pressing the accelerator. A blurry sign from the highway passed was for the exit on Route eighty- eight. I knew where I was heading east, towards Lincoln. I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body my hands tightened the leather steering wheel harder.

16:59 I let my gaze turn away from the road to the rearview mirror to take a look at myself. But it wasn' t me. He was a 40- year- old man, the driver of Chevy, the driver who died right then. A deer jumped on the road. I turned the steering wheel completely to the left to avoid hitting it, but the impulse of the car made it move forward. I started going around and then I kept going around. I counted eight flips and at the last turn my skull hit the roof of the car and felt my neck break. I heard it too. A loud snap caused my head to fall forward by swinging down. It was like a head on a rag doll, useless neck bones and muscles. My eyelids blinked and then I let go. The steering wheel was back in the guase sitting on the Chevy. Samuel was standing in front of the car.

17:56 My hands went to my neck. Everything was well nothing broken, my heart was pounding and every nerve in my body seemed electrified. For a second, I thought I' d take the wheel again, but I wondered if my body could handle another round of what had just happened. I was also afraid that I would come back. Maybe there was a chance he wouldn' t go back to scrapping. Instead, I reached the handle of the car door, pushed it and opened it. I could barely stand up. When I looked outside, I noticed the sky was lighting up. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw it was almost dawn, which I thought only took a few moments. It had been hours. My uncle would be arriving soon. I staggered back to the office with Samuel by my side. By letting me fall into the rocking chair, I tried to make sense of what had happened, but I really couldn' t. I thought maybe I hit my head in the door frame when I went to turn off the radio and hallucinated everything, but it was too real. I know what happened. My uncle' s car stopped at the door. I was still a little dazed.

19:08 When I gave him the summary of the night, I informed my uncle about the attempted robbery and walked with him as far as the blanket was still outside the fence managed to hit me hard on the back and let me know that it was already a valuable hire on my way home that morning. All I could think about as I walked the road was what happened in the car. The Cheve at full speed reproduced over and over again the combination of fear and emotion kept running through my system. I was counting the minutes so I could go back and try the other boned ones and see what would happen.

19:48 I got to sleep a few hours before my brother dropped me off at the youth detention center to do my community service. I' ve been distracted all day. I practically ran about two kilometers from my home to my uncle' s place. That afternoon, right at the time, a car was coming at full speed along the road faster than usual. I stopped and watched him approach. It was a few blocks away and it was hard to see exactly what kind of car it was. But the music that sounded from the radio of the car made me stop and watch unbelieving. It was the green car, the two- door chev. The stench of the night before was drifting from his lane towards me. Now I could see the driver. He was the same man. His head face down and swinging from his broken neck through his chest like a pendulum. His eyes were fixed on me and he smiled I came out of the moment and ran to the main gate of the scrapping.

20:53 My feet slipped on the loose gravel. The music got louder. I didn' t want to turn the wheels of the car hit the gravel road. It was right behind me I reached and grabbed the fence and the car disappeared. I turned around to see an empty road. There wasn' t even a cloud of dust. At that moment. My uncle left his office and shouted a greeting. I gave him a half- healing while he was still trying to process what had just happened. My back was wet with sweat and I was struggling to catch my breath, while my uncle was walking to let me in. Of course, I couldn' t tell him what had just happened. No sane person would understand. My uncle left earlier than the night before, as he didn' t have to go over the rules that he had already broken, even after what happened earlier on the road. I still wanted to experience being in another bone. The curiosity was overwhelming. I pulled the metal rocking chair from the office porch and sat right in the middle of the creepy cars. Samuel didn' t follow me. He still seemed uncomfortable with that scrapping section and stayed in the office. I felt crazy and that made me anxious. I' ve never been addicted to any drugs in my life, but this is what an addict should feel waiting for his next dose. I was trying to decide which car to try. My eyes continued

22:25 to look at the black miniba, which was almost shattered for some reason. I felt I had to wait until the sun set as if it were part of the ritual. I looked over my shoulder and the sun was already about to hide. It wasn' t dark yet, so I waited for the black minivan door to squeal on its own. I had read my mind somehow. These cars were now connected to my thoughts. I slipped into the driver ' s seat. I had to see myself squeeze barely able to sit down, as the passenger side and ceiling were crushed. I sat down and then the door closed by itself. There was a moment of doubt, a sense that this was wrong, but the overwhelming desire to know about the other boned ones overcame everything. My hands found the steering wheel, there was a flash of black and then I was driving in the minivan. It was a rainy, wet afternoon. I looked at the radio clock and blinked at three o ' clock in the afternoon. I couldn' t locate the highway I was on. It was large three lanes in both directions. Probably one of the interstate highways. My eyes went down to the speedometer. It recorded a reasonable speed of one hundred and five kilometers per hour. The rain hit the windshield harder. I put them up a little bit more for breezes, but they didn' t do much to clear the glass. There was a thunderstorm and

23:56 then the highway lit up when lightning struck the nearby ground. I wanted to see who it was. So I took a look at the rearview mirror and saw a woman with red hair under a baseball cap. I was probably about 30 years old and smiled to see if the woman was smiling too, but then I saw something that made that smile go away. In the rearview mirror I saw not only the woman, but also a large 18- wheel truck blinking with its lights to get me out of the lane. I didn' t want to experience this. I tried to let go of the wheel, but I couldn' t. It was like my hands were welded behind the wheel. The car wasn' t gonna let me out. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn' t do that either. Suddenly, I was no longer expecting a euphoric travel experience. My arm muscles hurt.

24:49 As I struggled to free my hands. I saw the truck fast approaching from behind in the rearview mirror, but she heard. I didn' t turn on the intermission or change lanes. The truck accelerated almost on top of her or me we were one and the same thing I screamed hoping to somehow impact the driver to move, to do something, to try to change what was about to happen, but I knew I couldn' t. My sight. It passed from the rearview mirror to the windshield through the water mist. I could see the brake lights. Someone stopped in front. I stepped on the brakes slowing down, but the truck behind me didn' t. He hit me with the strength of a thousand mallets. Embarrassing me against the truck stopped right ahead. Glasses and pieces of metal fell on me. The airbags opened up and then everything went dark again. My hands got loose from the steering wheel I fell out of the mini van My face hit the ground I crawled crawling from the car. When I was about twenty feet in the day, I turned around and saw the door shut. My legs felt like gelatin as I staggered and headed back inside the office. I collapsed in the chair by the desk and my fingers turned off. The air conditioner switch was already shaking.

26:19 The next five hours I spent looking at myself in a mirror over a gray filing cabinet. The horrible clash of the miniban repeated itself in my brain. My uncle' s car came into the office and pulled me out of my trance. My uncle asked if everything was okay. As I walked past him to the front door. I screamed that nothing happened and that I would see him later on the way home. I was nervous. My eyes scoured the road in search of the green che I saw or the black miniba. Every car that approached made me run to the corner and hide waiting for the vehicle to pass before walking again. What should have been a twenty- five - minute walk. It took almost an hour. When I finally got home, my mother wanted to know what was going on. I couldn' t hide the pale state of shock on my face. I told him it was nothing, just the lack of sleep and let my bed absorb me. When I got to my room, the alarm woke me up somehow. I managed to grab a few hours of sleep before heading to my teaching job. My brother texted me that I was outside and ready to take me downtown. I ate a banana and was about to go out the front door. When I took a look at our entrance, there was a black miniba parked in it, the one that had no damage and was driving. The night before I stopped and went to the front window and looked through the blinds. My brother

27:52 ' s car was on the street waiting for me and the minibana was at the entrance. I took a step back blinking a few times trying to clear up any craziness that might have slipped into my mind. Before you look out the window. I texted my brother again and asked him if there was a van in our driveway. He answered me to stop joking if I didn' t want to be late, took a step towards the window and looked again. The redhead woman had her face pressed against the window. His eyes were black spheres. As he looked at me, I got another message saying we ' ll take you there. The phone dropped out of my hands. There was a sound from another message. I picked up the phone terrified by what I could read, but it was just my brother. Giving me a final warning, I sent him a message telling him that I was not feeling well and that I was going to miss my community service. That day I heard him walking away. When I looked out the front window, the van was gone, too. I went back to bed, but I couldn' t sleep. I had the urge again, the strange urge that I needed to sit in one of the scorched. I can' t explain it, but it was useless to fight the impulse Something was forcing me to go back to the junkyard. All I knew was that I couldn' t resist the desire to get into another bone. I don' t remember well when I left

29:22 my house and walked down the road to my uncle' s place, when he let me in the door, I was a little irritable. My uncle wanted to know why the rocking chair was in the middle of the bony. I told him it wasn' t me, which just upset him. Plus, I couldn' t have been someone else and he told me to remember the rules. I just shrugged my shoulders and told him I' d keep an eye on the thieves. That night, my uncle issued a warning to do exactly what he was paying me for and nothing else. Then he left I left Samuel on the porch of the office. I was snuggled near the rocking chair. Sitting on the ground in the middle of the bone. I felt my attention in the bluemost, the car that caught my attention first, the one that had the ghostly face of a woman who looked at me the first day. The door opened. I heard Samuel complain and I lowered my head and crouched into the blue car, the one with a hole in the windshield. The door closed with a strong blow. I looked around the inside.

30:30 There was no real damage, the air bag had been activated and all the glass on the board gauges was shattered. But otherwise, the car didn ' t seem to be in a fatal accident. My hands rested on the wheel and then my fingers rolled around him. A black curtain rolled all over and then was driving in the dark. It was night. He could have been anywhere. There were no signs of buildings, no road marshals. It was a two- lane road that went through a particular place. There were no lampposts. The only light came from my headlights. I looked in the rearview mirror to see my face. It was the same one I saw in the back window as I was walking away from the boners, but this time it wasn' t a corpse. Instead, she was a twenty- year - old girl with blond hair and pale blue eyes. A little teddy unicorn hung from the mirror. The radio was on, it wasn' t raining, it wasn' t speeding. For a moment everything seemed to be fine.

31:34 Then the Masda lighthouses picked up something later. On the right side of the road there was a small white car with the hood up. I felt that I was playing the brake by slowing down behind the damaged vehicle. Then something strange happened, a new twist in the experience of the boners. We both got out of the car. Now standing around we looked around we loved the head in the car there was no one there. Then I heard the Rubia driver scream if anyone needed help. There was no answer. Then we took our phone and took a picture of the car and its license plate was back behind the wheel and we walked away from the white car. I was about to fasten my seat belt when I took a last look at the broken little white car in the rearview mirror, but instead of the car we saw someone sitting in the back seat, a man with a red mask and reflective sunglasses. There was a scream of her scream and then I felt a leather belt around my neck. Squeezing hard, I couldn' t breathe. Rigid leather sank into my skin. I had to drop the steering wheel to try to slip my fingers under the belt and gain some space to vacuum a little.

32:57 The car roamed the road from left to right, my legs stretched beating the dashboard. My heels cracked the meter' s glass. My eyes met again. The rearview mirror was able to see the man wearing a mask and sunglasses leaning over the front seat, I saw a metal mile marker on the left side of the road. With all my strength I stretched my foot to hit the throttle and grabbed the wheel. I gave him everything and accelerated to the sign. The man in a ski mask let go of his belt and crouched behind the seats. Just when we hit the steel pole. The air bag exploded. Then his voice opened through the sound of the girl' s last gasps. Everything went black for a moment and then I was back in the Jadeé junkyard by air. As I fell out of the car, I felt something damp on my forehead. My hand went up and when I pulled it back, I was in the blood, my blood. I also felt that my neck had been tightened with a rope. That was it. I wasn' t just experiencing the deaths of other people I almost died This time I was about to dawn and my uncle would be there soon, but I didn' t care. I was officially resigning and wanted to get out of the junkyard. Now I couldn' t spend another minute in that place.

34:25 I marched to the office, opened the door and started looting the room, looking for another key to leave. I searched the filing cabinet. Then I opened all the drawers in my uncle' s desk. My hand found the knob of the last drawer on the bottom and I opened it in the drawer. There was a scab mask, a leather belt, and reflective sunglasses. The room started to spin I took a step back I would faint if I didn' t sit the office door opened my uncle' s gaze met mine. Then his eyes went to the desk and open drawer. I pulled back a little bit impressed with fear and trying to disguise. I looked at a face of astonishment and nervousness in my uncle and asked me if that was what I was doing, to which I quickly told him nothing. I was just looking for something to write with, some pen or pencil and it got interesting to me. That red mask was the first thing that came to my mind, for at that moment I felt a strong terror when I discovered that the one who had killed the woman was my own uncle. He just stared at me with a very nervous face and told me that he was fine, that they had given it to him a long time ago and that he only kept it there. I wanted to retire from there as soon as possible, but my uncle stopped me the truth that at that moment I felt a horrible terror.

35:54 I thought you realized that you knew your dark secret that you were giving me. He asked me if anything new had happened during the night, to which a little bit sharp and nervous I said no. Nothing had happened. I pulled out of the office and headed fast for the exit. Although I wanted to run, I had to keep hiding, because I didn' t want to look suspicious all the way home I went thinking about everything that had happened. I felt very overwhelmed, I no longer knew if what had happened was real or product of my imagination. I got home, it hurt my head to think so much. I felt very tired and sleepy and without realizing it, I fell asleep the alarm woke me up, something that startled me quite. I wasn' t comfortable anymore, I didn' t want to go to work with my uncle that night. I didn' t go to community service again. Again with the excuse of being sick. I began to investigate a little about being able to give peace to the spirits who were in the bonnets. The only way to do that was with a mass and blessing the cars, but I didn' t know how to do any of that, so I decided to take a father to bless them. I knew I couldn' t get a father into the place without my uncle finding out, so I had to confess that at night I had noticed things, weird things out of our understanding. I called him that same moment I didn' t

37:27 tell him exactly what I lived. I lied to him I just told him I was looking at shadows and listening to weird noises that weren' t anybody ' s. He just made fun of me. He told me he was a fearsome worker, but he let me take a father to bless the cars, if that made me feel good and didn' t distract me from work. After a few hours, I was able to convince a father that very afternoon that, right on my way to work, he would bless the cars before my uncle closed everything and left me inside the place. I was already there. It was close enough for my uncle to close everything. The father took a few minutes to arrive. I was just looking at my uncle' s face, kind of frustrated and annoying. I can' t deny that I was still afraid to be close to him, but I knew he wouldn ' t do anything to me, because he had no idea he was a murderer. When the father arrived, I told him where the cars were.

38:25 The father said a few prayers to each car and threw holy water at them all. While my uncle watched carefully. I began to think that he did believe that something was going on with the cars, because I and his workers experienced strange things with them, but only pretended to be skeptical. The father finished and retired. My uncle locked me in the place again saying luck to me. While he was getting in his car. There was only silence. I stayed there and for a moment and realized that each of the cars I was in was leading me into this to discover that my uncle was a murderer, but I couldn' t accuse him. I didn' t have any evidence and mention any kind of thing related to that. Maybe I could get into trouble with him and now I would have reason to hurt myself or, worse, kill myself. I couldn' t do much about it. I think all I could do was take them to the father to try to give those spirits peace. That night. I didn' t expect any kind of activity, but I didn' t. Soon after my uncle left, I went into the office. I really wanted to see if the mask was there, but I didn' t want to do it in case I had hidden some camera waiting to catch myself again looking at the mask, I didn' t want to risk it anymore. It gave me too much insecurity, as

39:58 the sun hid and the uz absolute darkness fell. While I was in the office with Samuel, this time I did let him in, as I wanted to feel accompanied. He was still terrified of what he lived for. Samuel was lying down and I watched him lift his head up quickly and stop his ears. His tail wafted very little while he was hiding it. After seeing Samuel I heard a loud noise like static. I left immediately with the flashlight and the noise came from the blue massade. The radio was on again, but it was just a static that made strange noises. I didn' t want to get near the truth that I didn' t have the courage to do it anymore. I thought nothing would happen anymore, but I understood that the woman who killed my uncle would not rest in peace and would still cling to this world until justice was done. I didn' t go to the car. I just went back to the office with Samuel and I stayed there.

40:59 I spent the whole night. There, after a few hours, since my uncle arrived, I told him I wouldn' t work for him. I told him I was getting pretty tired working at night. He rebuked me by saying that I had told him in time that if I could stay a few more nights in what I found some candlelight to which I refused, I no longer wanted to spend one more night there, knowing that a sorry soul would remain there every night and that my uncle was the cause of that spirit not leaving this world. I couldn' t see my uncle anymore. In the same way I continued with my community service. I had to submit a prescription to avoid an arrest, although I no longer wanted to cross words with my uncle. The last time I spoke to him was to ask him if he could give me or sell Samuel, with the excuse that I had become quite fond of him, because I knew I was not having a good time.

41:53 There at night I was dying of fear. I had him mistreated by my uncle. He refused to give it to me, for he told me it would be good company for the new guard who was working there, but after insisting so much, he ended up selling it to me. Now I feel like it' s very quiet, without being afraid every night or suffering from hunger. I' m not talking to my uncle anymore. I don ' t attend family reunions much from my mother' s family, more because I didn' t see that killer' s face. I feel a little powerless not being able to do anything to help that soul in sorrow and not be able to do anything about it with my uncle. That' s already out of my league. Tale written and adapted by Ramiro. Contreras