Los Horribles Testimonios De Policías Reales Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The temple. My name is Fernando and the story I bring today is something that happened to me during my years of service. I' m not currently a cop anymore. I have a couple of interesting stories, both mine and my friends. What I' m going to tell you next is, in my opinion, the most shocking of all I' ve ever lived. It was a Easter afternoon. Everyone was celebrating and even at the police station we had a little party. We were celebrating when we got a call about a missing boy in the woods. According to his father' s statements, he said that he was seeing him and that as soon as he turned his back on him to pick up a ball, the boy had disappeared. That story was very strange no child could disappear from that way so quickly. We knew we didn' t have much time to lose. If the boy was really in the woods, we had to find him before the night fell It was too dangerous for anyone to wander the woods at that time, so we started a search. I knew that forest like the palm of my hand. I was gonna play there for all my summers. That was long before the parents overprotected their children and since I knew the area very well, I was in charge of leading the search. The more hours passed, the more I was

1:37 convinced that the child could not be in the forest. Although the forest was a little large, his legs would not allow him to walk far away in such a short time. We still don' t give up on our quest. When the night fell, most had come home, but I, for one, did not want to give up. I really wanted to find that child and since he was the one who knew those woods best, I decided that even after everyone went home, I could take one last turn just to make sure I had looked well. That was a serious mistake. I walked along the marked path, called the child and tried to encourage myself by saying that I would soon find him. After a while, I knew that wasn ' t going to happen, so something discouraged. I decided to turn around and return, but in doing so I realized that I did not recognize any path. I tried to calm down and see better. I knew I couldn ' t be lost. I' d been in that forest a thousand times in the dark I thought maybe I could have taken the wrong path. I remember being held in that same place for almost twenty minutes trying to orient myself and know where I was, but nothing I saw was known to me and panic gripped me. With every second passing, I could hardly believe I was looking for someone and now it turned out that it was me who needed to

3:12 be found. Finally, trying to convince me that I had found the right way, I decided to take it, but after walking a few meters, I realized that I was just going further into an area that I was completely unaware of. I think my ego was bigger than my fear because, despite not being able to recognize anything, I continued walking, thinking that I would soon find something familiar and then I could leave the forest. Not only did that not happen, but it was really lost. I was scared and quite disoriented. I had no idea what to do. Then a part of me thought that the suggestion to stay in one place until found no longer applied at that time to me and that perhaps it would be better to look for a good place to spend the night and with some luck, When the first rays of the sun came out, I could find the way back. I have no idea how long I walked. I just know that while I was doing it I could see a light in the distance I was excited, as I knew that some people had cabins in the woods and if I could find one of them, maybe I could use their phone to ask for help or ask to be taken to town. Without much thought, I ran straight into the light. When I was finally close enough I saw that it was not a cabin, but a temple. It was very small, but the strangest thing

4:46 was that it was fully functioning with people inside. I thought it wasn' t time to have doubts, so I knocked on the doors and, for my fortune, I was taken care of by a nun. She was a little old and asked me what she was doing there. I told her all my situation and also asked her if she could lend me a phone. She looked at me a little strange and told me that there was no phone, but that I was more than welcome to spend the night, as I looked very tired and that the next day they would help me return. On my own I did not wish to contradict her or anything like that, so I simply accepted her proposal and entered the temple. Everything looked so old inside it was as if time had not passed there. I assumed that, though a little strange, temples used to be like this and I didn' t give it much importance. The nun asked me if I had eaten something and by denying myself she took me to a dining room where she served me some bread and milk, telling me that they had no more, but that they could share it with me. I thanked you for your kindness and hospitality. I was very tired, so as soon as a little cot pointed out to me where I could sleep, I fell down almost immediately, although something woke me up in the morning. They looked like songs coming from some adjoining rooms where I was. I didn' t know what time it was. This happened

6:19 long before everyone had a phone with me and I didn' t have a watch, so I found myself completely alien to the time at that time, so I could see through the window I could see it was still night. I knew those songs weren' t going to let me sleep, so after thinking about it a little bit, I decided to get up to see what all the fuss was about. My steps led me to the origin of the songs, which seemed to come from a small room. I opened the door with a little caution so as not to interrupt and in tonces. Then I saw a lot of nuns, all turning their backs on me and hinging as they sang in unison. I don' t know why, but that scared me a lot. I' ve never seen anything like it. One of the nuns who was in the back was the nun who had received me to spend the night there. So I decided to call their attention to question them if it would take too long or if I could stay there until they were done, as I knew I couldn' t sleep until they did. It was up to that moment that, trying to get the nun' s attention, I took his shoulder and at that moment, almost as if it were a single voice, the songs stopped leaving the place in total silence and something disturbing. This lasted for almost a whole minute. It was then that the

7:54 nun turned to me and when she did, I could see with horror the most dreadful thing ever seen in my life. That was no longer the same sweet old lady who had opened the door for me. Rather it seemed like a walking skeleton from which she was still falling pieces of her rotting skin. The nun rose up with difficulty. He looked at me almost like I was a complete stranger and began to recite a few words in Latin, which I think were prayers. While I was doing so, she was walking towards me and I could see how the rest of the nuns had turned to see me and their faces looked exactly the same. They didn' t say anything, they just stared at me I didn' t know what to do. I was completely terrified and it wasn' t until a small burst of courage that my body reacted to get out, running as fast as I could. I left the temple and ran no matter if I was getting deeper into the forest or not. I just wanted to get away from that temple and those nuns.

9:00 It was up to that moment that, as I entered one of the paths of the forest, I could recognize something. I recognized one of the trails, which I immediately took and did not stop until I finally left the forest. I was stunned and still couldn' t believe what had happened. It would be six o' clock in the morning when I got out, because the first rays of the sun began to appear. There were already people outside their homes, so I got a lot of attention. I counted everything without omitting anything. Some looked at me with skepticism and others with concern. So, to show that my story was true, I decided to take them to the temple. But when we finally found him, we only found a ruinous construction I knew long after that had been a temple since colonial times, which was only inhabited by nuns, who were murdered in a very cruel way over time. That construction had simply been forgotten. I' m pretty sure what I lived that night. I know that I was inside that temple and that what I lived was real, even though many try to make me believe otherwise. Today I still have nightmares and I question a lot about my apartment eight experience. My name is Mario and what I' m going to tell

10:39 you next is one of the many paranormal experiences I' ve been living since I became a cop. Before this I could consider myself a completely septic man to any subject that could not be explained by logical reasoning. So many things have happened to me that I have become completely believer in any errant situation that you can tell me. One of the most shocking stories I' ve ever experienced so far and I doubt any other experience can ever overcome it is this story of Department number eight. It all started one night in one of November. It was quite quiet and my companions and I had put up a small altar to commemorate and remember our faithful deceased as it is usually done, it seemed to be a fairly quiet night, like the one that was very difficult to get for those years. One call changed everything immediately. This was attended by my colleague Edgar, who immediately informed me that we should go because of a small domestic disturbance. It didn' t seem anything unusual, so we didn' t ask for any more reinforcements and we went to the place.

11:54 When we arrived, we realized that it was an apartment complex and outside a mother was waiting for us with her son, who was not more than seven years old. She informed us that the neighbors of department eight had been fighting and that, although that was not so strange in them. This time the fight had escalated too much and suddenly it had gone into a rather strange silence. As I said before, those calls for riots were quite common, so we just calmed the mother by telling her we were going to investigate, go back to her house, and not worry anymore. So we' re both headed to the apartment. We knocked on the door a couple of times without having any answers. Everything inside seemed to be almost gravely silent and that gave us a bad thorn. As we discussed how we should proceed, we heard loud screams from inside the department. Those screams didn' t sound like the typical ones in a couple' s fight. They looked like agonizing screams from a woman who seemed to be asking for help. That was reason enough for us to enter that department without permission. So that' s what we did.

13:15 We forced the door and when it gave way, we ran into nothing but absolute darkness, and I say absolute because all the windows they could give to the street were covered with newspaper so as not to let even a single ray of light leak into the apartment. That was quite clear cause for alarm and we knew that this could be more than just a domestic dispute. We walked cautiously through the department trying to get whoever was causing the harm to that woman to surrender and hopefully we could rescue the woman still alive no matter what we said. The silence had again made everyone and the atmosphere in that place began to become quite suffocating, so much so that at one point I felt the need to run out of that apartment. I knew I couldn' t do it, because I was on duty and it didn' t matter what I needed. At that time, I knew that the priority was to rescue that woman, who was surely living in hell. Both my partner and I realized after a while that we were walking too much and that the apartment didn ' t look too big. It looked like we' d been walking for almost five minutes in a straight line without getting anywhere. Still, we continued walking Finally we arrived at what seemed to be the end of that dark hallway.

14:48 We reached a room that was closed and we were both convinced that behind the door was the attacker or at least the woman. We didn' t know exactly what scenario we were going to run into, so it took us a minute to get mental so we could open the door. When we did it there was nothing, but there was a rotten smell. It seemed as if dead animals were found inside that room. Although we tried to find the origin of that smell with the flashlights, we never managed to find out where it came from, as the room was completely empty. We were both getting pretty nervous, as the place seemed to be completely deserted and we still couldn ' t even explain the screams we had heard. A few moments ago, none knew what to say to the other to try to comfort us and we simply remained silent with our own thoughts. After we gave up on finding whatever it was you borrowed. That way, we' d better get out of that room. Before we threw up, we walked around the house a little bit more trying to find the person responsible for all that. But, as I said before, we seemed to be the only people in the place and that silence was so overwhelming that it could drive anyone crazy. I don'

16:22 t have many memories of what the last word I exchanged with my partner was. I just know I tried to tell you something, but I didn' t get an answer from him. I knew he was behind me. In that silence his steps could be heard. I stopped dry and could hear clearly how he stopped. I also turned to see him, but when I did, I realized there was no one behind me. That was shocking. I tried to call him. He used to make jokes and I told him it wasn' t funny, since we were on duty. But my threats to tell you something didn' t seem to work. Tired of the whole situation, I decided to take the radio to speak directly to him. My calls were never answered. That' s when I knew my partner might be in real danger, since, while he was a joker, he was also a person who knew exactly when to stop and the one who didn' t let me know that something was really wrong, so I started coming back to my steps so I could find him. I called him by name and was attentive to any strange movement or noise that I could hear leading me to him, but I couldn' t find him. I remember noticing something from the corner of my eye. It was a shadow that seemed to run very fast down the hall from one room to another. I was lighted up right away,

17:53 but there was nothing there anymore. When the light reached the place, I went immediately to him. If he wasn' t my partner, I knew he had to be responsible for that more than scared moment, I was somewhat angry that that guy was playing with me that way. In the darkness I could see someone peeking through one of the rooms just to hide again very quickly, I pointed out my flashlight and rushed through to that room. The door was locked and seemed to be locked. In the first attempt to open it, the door didn' t open. I forced the door until it finally opened. When he did, I could see how my flashlight blinked once leaving me for brief seconds in complete darkness. When I turned on again I could see how that room was also completely empty, but this time, right in the corner of it, a man was sitting back and looking straight at the wall. The moment I saw that man, my flashlight started flashing intermittently.

19:11 So much so that he couldn' t tell who it was and no matter how much he talked to him or ordered him to turn around. The man simply stood still looking at the wall, completely ignoring my words. That' s when I decided that I had to approach, my flashlight kept flashing and when I was finally right behind I touched his shoulder, that' s when he turned around and in horror I could realize that it was Edgar. Only he had a lost look. It was like the famous look of the thousand yards, but that was not the worst, but his mouth was completely open in an impossible way, and I say it is impossible because he had it dislocated. I couldn' t even understand how my partner wasn' t twisting in pain because of that ugly fracture. On the contrary, he didn' t even seem to notice. I was just looking into the void with my mouth open. That' s a scene that every time I remember it, it gives me a chill all over my body. For my fortune, at that moment the flashlight went out completely and in this way I could avoid seeing my partner' s face. That' s when I knew that whatever Edgar had seen couldn' t have been about something in this world. That' s when I decided we both had to get out of there. At that

20:41 time I managed to raise Edgar, although he did not seem to be very cooperative, even in a moment as we walked towards the exit, I could notice that I wanted to stay, but I could not leave him there, so I put all my effort to get him out of that place and call for emergencies. My superiors questioned me about what had happened and I told everything. When they saw the reports, they said that apartment eight had been uninhabited for months and that the reason why the person who made the call did not know that it was abandoned was because he had moved. Recently. Researching further, I found that in that apartment lived a couple in which the groom was a Satanist, who mistreated his wife a lot. There were many allegations of ill- treatment she had raised, but none had reached anywhere. Unfortunately, one day this man had ended his wife' s life and then he had taken his own life in a rather bizarre ritual. That had happened many years ago. That apartment had been occupied by many Persians, although none seemed to stay for more than a few days, which was why the owner had decided to stop renting it. I still don' t know what it was that my partner and I lived in that apartment that day, since Edgar never spoke

22:17 again, even though he was healed in his entirety. Nor did he return to service, since he had to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital because at his time he was not completely lost, he acted erratically and attacked anyone near him. Until today I still have more questions than answers, but, as I said at the beginning, I know this world has no answers for all the pig hello. My name is Eduardo and what I want to tell today is one of the many stories that have happened to me throughout my service as a police officer. I am convinced that any officer has lived some kind of experience that we cannot explain to ourselves and that, no matter how hard we try to get away or not believe in these things, the world always shows us that it is far more complex than human beings can even understand. I come from a whole line of cops, my great- great- grandfather.

23:27 My grandfather was, and so was my father. It was more than obvious what my vocation would be since I was a child and to tell the truth, to do so to make my father and the rest of my family proud was something I wanted very much. I have so many paranormal stories, both those that happened to my grandparents and my father. I am convinced that one of the worst was the one that happened to me, even about others that have happened to me, is that it still creates nightmares for me some nights and has made me think about the evil creatures that can house this world.

24:07 This happened when I had already been in service for three years and by that time I was very desensitized about some situations. Which many of you would surely disturb for life. That is the way the trade is and, unfortunately, the human being can become very evil. You learn that almost immediately. That night had been a bit agitated. We were back from a domestic violence alert. It was always harder when there were children involved and that time I was a little sensitive. Just a few months ago I had just become the father of twins, who had become the greatest treasure and could not even conceive that there were parents capable of harming their own children. I was still trying to digest and recover from everything I had to live. Just a few moments before, when we received another call this came from a nearby town, which, being very small, did not have its own police office, which is why, when they needed help, they used to call us to go there.

25:22 Commonly, they were rather boring things, like animals coming out of their pens and we had to catch them or things of no importance, like one drunk who caused small riots and we had to control ourselves by being somewhat sensitive about what he had lived before. I figured going there would calm me down a little bit. As I said before, calls to this place used to be pretty quiet. I offered to go I saw it as the perfect opportunity to relax a little with that in mind I left only that village the call had not been very specific. They had just given the address of a house where it was said that they had been listening to a lot of fuss, without specifying exactly what kind of fuss, so I figured it might be a little quarrel or that they might be young people past drinks throwing a party at that place. I got to the place that was pretty quiet. I didn' t expect to run into that. Disturbation and disturbance had been mentioned. I questioned one of the neighbors outside in his garden, and they confirmed to me that, in fact, screams had been heard inside the property. And the strange thing was that the man who lived there had gone away for a couple of days to visit his children in the city and had even left another neighbor

26:52 in charge to feed his animals. So they were convinced that the house should be alone for those hours. I figured maybe someone right might have gone in to steal, though I thought it was a little improbable. That town was quite quiet and had never called for theft or anything like that. The neighbors seemed really dismayed and sure to have heard something, so I decided to come in and have a look. The person in charge of feeding the animals of the owner of the house was responsible for opening the door with the key that he had given me. I thought maybe he' d come in with me too, but he seemed very afraid to. That seemed a little strange to me, but I figured maybe he just didn' t feel comfortable with a stranger. As I entered the house and was barely taking a few steps inside when I could hear the door slammed shut. That made me exalt a well.

28:00 There were no currents of air so that that could happen. I tried not to give it more importance and continued to walk looking for the source of the strange sounds that the neighbors said were happening. I walked for a while without finding anything out of the ordinary and thought that whatever was causing the noises maybe they were already gone as soon as I had heard coming or maybe even the screams could come from another side and the neighbors had thought it was that house. I was about to turn around and leave when suddenly something caught my attention, and this was what seemed like a scream coming from the area where the animal pens were, although at first I thought it might well be the sound of one of them. When I heard the scream, for the second time I realized that it couldn' t be an animal. That scream sounded quite human. That' s when I thought that probably someone, seeing the house alone, had thought it was very easy to go in and steal something and might have had an accident and now he was injured somewhere in the pens, so I decided to go to that place to check my theory. I walked through the pens with nothing but the moonlight, as I had forgotten my flashlight in the patrol and there was no electric light there. Even so,

29:32 the moon offered enough light to be able to walk without further problems. As much as I looked. I couldn' t find anyone in the pens. I only saw sheep, cows and chickens. At one point I came to the pigs' pens. If I' m more specific, there was only one pig and this was the biggest pig I' ve ever seen. It was so huge that I couldn' t even conceive that an animal could grow to that size. Not even a pig stared at him. I was really impressed by its size and as I tried to get closer I kicked a can of beer that was on the floor. It was then that the pig noticed my presence and stared at me his gaze made me have a chill that ran all over my back. His eyes were too similar to those of a human.

30:23 The pig looked me right in the eye and even though I wanted to take my eyes off, it was something I couldn' t do. It was like I didn' t have control over my own eyes. Suddenly I could see how the pig started to smile and I know how that sounds. But the pig was really smiling while I saw him. Smile did something extremely unexpected. He screamed in the same way that both the neighbors and I had heard. This made me take a couple of steps back and that' s when he started laughing. He laughed just like a person sounded like a very old person who had smoked a lot throughout his life. All this distorted in a way that made it sound even more gloomy and diabolical. That' s when I could see how the pig started trying to get on two legs.

31:21 Every fiber of my being begged me to run out of there, but my legs didn' t respond. It was like they were literally nailed to the ground. I could only stand there watching as finally, that big pig stood up and still laughing almost seemed as if he was delighting in my absolute panic trying to talk. His voice was deep and rough, just as that of an older person. He wasn' t understood at all. That' s when I got control of my legs and I could turn around and run away from there. I didn' t stop until I was out of the house. The few people who were on the street at the time could notice the fear on my face. I couldn' t tell you what happened. I didn' t want to make you more nervous, so trying to look like a pretty fake calm and which I' m completely convinced you didn' t cheat. I told no one that the house was fine and that I had to drive away from that town and parked at a gas station, where I stayed for almost the rest of the night. I didn' t want to go back and tell what had happened and I knew that my face denoted something was very wrong, so I just stayed there until I could calm down a little bit. I did not tell many about it, but those who did told me that probably that pig was a hual or it could be an even

32:55 more evil entity. From that day he did not return to that town. Whenever they called or asked for help, he used to make some excuse and they ended up sending someone else. To my luck, I never had to do it again. I don' t know what I saw that day. All I know is that that thing can' t be a good thing. The man, my name is Jorge. It all started on a summer night. At that time I was serving as a policeman in a town from which I will omit the name to preserve the privacy of the same being a policeman in it. It was a very quiet job. Nothing used to happen beyond some other quarrel or minor disturbance. That night we would receive a call quite unusual and certainly somewhat disturbing. The call came from a neighboring village, which was so small that it did not have its own police office. Although it was unusual to receive calls from them, this time they called for sightings of a strange man of whom the only characteristic that everyone repeated was that he smiled a lot. When we questioned the reason why they suspected that man and decided to call the police, they said that no one knew where he came from,

34:29 that he only appeared at night and that every time someone caught the attention of that man, the person disappeared. It had already happened with three people. This certainly caught our attention. The disappearance of three people. It wasn ' t a regular thing at all, it wouldn' t even be a regular thing for the city' s cops. So I, along with two other colleagues, decided to go do some research on what they were talking about. Although Martin, the youngest of us, said that he would probably be some kind of joker and that surely the missing would be just people who would just appear soon. Despite Martin' s theory, we already knew that we should go and investigate about it. After all, it was our job.

35:20 The village was almost an hour away, so it was a pretty quiet trip. It was like our subconscious was preparing us for what we were going to meet there. We finally got to town. This one seemed a little more off than usual. There were no children on the street playing as before, and the people who used to gather in the corner corner or just go talk outside their homes, were not there either. Everyone seemed to be locked up. Given an aspect of a ghost town, we came to the house of the person who had made the call was someone known at the headquarters. This man was in charge of most of the law imparted in that people. He was something like the person everyone comes to if there' s a problem, and this man always tried to get everything in order. I guess every village has one. When he came out, he seemed a little scared and worried.

36:23 At the same time he began to tell us that the sightings of that man had begun just over a month ago. At first it did not seem to be someone aggressive or harmful to his community, although it was a bit strange, as it used to be separated for hours, completely motionless in the dark and anyone who passed could assure that he was smiling from Ear to ear. We asked him if they could recognize the man. The man explained to us that, as he had commented on the call, no one could recognize him or know where he was going during the day, as he simply appeared at night. That was very strange. It was almost impossible for anyone in that town to live without anyone else knowing or seeing it, as it was very small. There were no villages around but ours. Going and coming every day to just show up a few hours at night and scare the citizens didn ' t seem feasible. We began to speculate that he was probably camping somewhere, but that left us with the missing persons' questions. It was when we learned that those three people had been children, who literally just got rid of their beds. No one understood why they were completely randomly chosen and did not know how to protect them. The parents of the children had assured that

37:59 a little before his disappearance they could see the man prowling around their houses or simply had to pass by them as they returned at night, saying that the man saw the child especially and did not turn away his cold gaze until they completely lost sight of him. That was the proof that everyone needed to think that man was responsible for the disappearances of those children, but we had more doubts about it. Actually, no one had seen him do it and they only thought it was him because of his strange appearance. We interviewed all the parents, who really seemed affected. When we asked why they had not called the appropriate authorities since the disappearance of the first child, they assured us that they had tried to call only that all the telephone lines in the village seemed to have fallen, so they could not communicate with us. Most of them did not have a car or a means of transport, so it was also very difficult for them to even think about going to our village. We found that very strange. We decided to get into the main problem, which was the disappearance of those children, as we did not have much information about the man. What we decided was to wait for him to show up and then look for him and give him an interrogation. I think that was the first

39:30 dumbest decision we could have made. We waited a long time for the man to appear, but despite our travels throughout almost the whole town, we were not able to find him. We thought maybe he' d seen the police and that scared him. We were almost about to surrender for that day, when Martin pointed the way, asking if that was our subject. When we turned, we could see it was. We were a little far away, but we could see its rarity in its ultimate splendour. I was standing without moving a single muscle. It almost looked like a statue. The only thing that differentiated him from a statue was that the closer we found each other, we could see that his chest was moving. Breathing. I didn' t know what we were seeing. The villagers had forgotten to tell us that their skin was gray. It almost seemed to be painted, and in fact, I thought it was. As soon as we got even closer I could see what they meant when they said that man smiled and that his smile was not at all human or even reassuring. He showed the teeth of which, due to their grayish skin, they were very contrasting and very white. He also seemed not to blink at all times when I looked at his face, he didn' t. I don' t know if he ever did. While

41:02 I wasn' t watching, we all got off the patrol and got close to the man. I could not deny or hide my displeasure before this person. Like my colleagues, we all considered ourselves professionals and knew what we had to do when we were in front of him. The man was still completely still. And smiling. It was then that Martin, trying to seem braver and more mature than he really was, first spoke to him that he was the main suspect in the case of missing children. That information was again completely ignored by that man, who still stood still. Like I said before, it almost looked like a statue. We didn' t know exactly what to do. And that' s when Eriberto, my superior, decided to take control and approach him with the handcuffs in hand, told him not to resist and that maybe he better collaborate with us as soon as he touched it.

42:04 That state of stillness faded in an instant. That man looked directly at Heriberto, who, seeing him straight into his eyes, went into psychosis almost as if all his greatest fears were present at the same time, forcing him to scream and cry as if he were a little boy. What seemed more gloomy to me is that that man never stopped smiling. It was almost as if it was impossible for him to stop. Heriberto was on the ground and began to try to tear his eyes out, so he had to be stopped by me and Martin. The man kept smiling, just turned his back on us and started walking. I tried to follow him. Heriberto begged me not to.

42:52 He was screaming at me in sobs that that man was the devil. I wasn' t any kind of believer, I did any religion at the time, but still. That comment lifted every hair on my skin. The man walked normally and without any concern. We barely lost sight of him. Heriberto began to convulse. He was taken care of by the village doctor, but we finally decided to go back to take him to a good hospital. We didn' t talk to anyone about it, not even Heriberto. When we were questioned, we said that he had separated and we had found him like this. We didn' t want them to take us for crazy or think we could have done something to him. That' s all we could think of at the time. In time, I told that story to some people and there were as many who believed me as those who took me for crazy. That town had at least six disappearances of children. After our last visit, parents and other inhabitants left the place. P p pons a little and now it is truly a ghost town. No one lives there. If you go a certain time of night, you can meet the same demon.

44:17 The biker called me Julio. On one occasion I was assigned to a neighborhood which, while not the quietest in the area, was not that bad about crime either. We had received reports about a motorcyclist who seemed to be passing at full speed during certain periods of the early morning bothering the people around. He didn' t care if someone was crossing the street or if there were children playing in it. That neighborhood wasn' t very bad, and while I was waiting to see that biker, something boring was going on inside the patrol. They spent two days where nothing really happened and I thought it could be just a person who, seeing the patrol, had been scared and decided to go do his nonsense elsewhere. By the fourth day I had decided to get away from that area. I was convinced that that biker had already stopped stalking the neighborhood, so I decided to take a couple of laps to make sure I hadn' t gone to another neighborhood to do the same thing.

45:30 It was around eleven o' clock at night. The first time I heard it was a motorcycle that seemed to approach at full speed right where I was. It happened so fast before I could get in and start the patrol. This one was almost completely out of my sight. I was surprised by the speed with which he was going and the only thing I could think of at that time was that he was not only a danger to himself, but a danger to society itself. From that moment on, I set out to catch him so he couldn' t hurt anyone. The first thing I did was try to see him through one of the security cameras in the area. I found that none of the cameras actually served and the few that did did did not point to the streets where the biker had passed, so I had absolutely nothing to identify him. I returned to the place of events a little earlier and yet prepared so that this time, when I saw him, he could not escape, but the first night I had the same fate as the previous ones. Before the incident, I thought I might be changing areas to do that and wondering at the same time why I was doing it. Both my colleagues and the relatives I told told me that maybe I was just a crazy person who had fun causing faces. The second time I saw him was a

47:04 week after my search. By that time I was almost giving up seeing him again. I thought I' d even completely changed the place where I was doing it so I wouldn' t run into him. One day while I was patrolling the same area, I could hear the sound of the bike again, moving at full speed just where I was at that time I was already inside the vehicle, so even before the biker could get there this one was already on the move, I saw it again, passed at full speed and went straight after it. It was a rather strange pursuit for that moment of service. He had already faced chases on both motorcycles and cars, but this was completely different. It didn' t matter how fast it was. He always seemed to go a considerable distance from my patrol. He turned around an alley and I thought he had it, but when I got around the same alley, I found that the biker wasn' t there. It was almost as if the earth had swallowed it up and couldn' t even hear the motorcycle pull that away, made me stop the patrol dry and question if I had seen it right. I was patrolling the area for about two hours trying to run into the biker. Until that moment I had not realized that,

48:37 as much as I tried, I could not remember how I dressed or even the color of the motorcycle. One thing he could remember was that he had a red helmet, which had the viewfinder, so he couldn' t see his face. Again I tried to order the security videos. I found again that the cameras didn' t work, which was very strange. I was completely confused about what had happened the night before, no matter what logical explanations I tried to give my mind, I could only always come to the conclusion that the biker had simply vanished, but my rational part did not allow me to believe that at all. The next night he fell and had been asking some questions to the people around to see if those could give me a more accurate description of that biker. I had a bit of luck, since, in addition to the red helmet that I remembered, these told me that the bike was black and that it was wearing a leather jacket and some slightly worn jins. I was also told that the motorcycle had no license plate. As for the night fell, I set out again to go to the same place the night before. I was hoping that that biker would be bold enough to

50:08 try to do it again even though I was there and for my fortune, it was. While I was attentive, I heard that sound again. This time he was accompanied by a constant beep of his horn. It was almost like he was making fun of me and that really made me angry. I lit the patrol this time with all intent to block the road so that it would have to stop. I could see him coming so I knew it had to happen. That' s where I blocked the road. This one didn ' t seem to stop. Despite seeing me, I tried to stay on the road as long as I could, but I soon realized it wouldn' t stop, so I had to go back so it wouldn' t crash into the patrol. Again I saw how this one continued along and tried to follow him again. When he went around the same alley, he just vanished.

51:09 I knew there was no way that, in just the few seconds I had the advantage over me, he could walk away so far that I couldn ' t even see the lights or hear the sound of the motorcycle It was just as if it evaporated into the wind, and that really generated a lot of intrigue. I didn' t want my fear or irrational thinking to stop me from doing my job properly, so still completely willing to catch him, I decided to come up with a better plan. This consisted of completely blocking the alley where it turned around. This way, when I turn around, I' d be completely trapped and then I could arrest him. I carried out my plan in the hope that it would work and all I could do for that night was wait. The time has come when, commonly, the biker used to spend. The more the minutes passed, the more I was convinced that maybe I had seen the blockade somehow and that night I would not go. It was almost two o' clock in the morning and there was no trace of that man. I got to the point of even getting some sleep. My attention was getting less and less. Part of me was afraid that at least for that night I wouldn' t see the biker. I was about to retire when I could hear the horn on the bike, just

52:40 like that sound heading at full speed, right where I was standing it was him. I had no doubt about that. Soon it was within my sight it was approaching at full speed. I lit the patrol immediately and I could see it happen again so weird I asked that I could barely notice his red helmet. I followed him this time a little more confident, knowing that he had no way to escape he was still at that distance that, no matter how fast, seemed to not change. Suddenly he went around the alley and at that moment I knew he had it. I also turned around and found that, in fact, the biker had stopped at the barricade. I wasn ' t trying to move things or anything. He seemed to have just stopped and turned his back on me. It was almost as if I had accepted that I had lost or at least that I thought at first, I approached him. Something confident and if I am completely honest, with some superiority and some sarcastic comments that I had finally caught him and that he was no longer so rude. He received no response from the bicycle engine, which still remained with its helmet on and on the bike. I ordered him to get off the bike He took off his helmet and again I was ignored. That bothered

54:13 me a bit, so when I was right next to him, I told him again this time with a more serious tone, trying to get him to understand that I had no absolute control over the situation. The biker didn' t even seem to change before my tone of voice, he raised his hands to take off his helmet, although he didn' t get off the bike. As soon as he removed his helmet, I could see that there was nothing on his shoulders. The man literally didn' t have a head. That disturbed me so much and it was so shocking that I fainted. When I regained consciousness, I was still lying in that alley, but the biker was gone. I ran back to my patrol and left there as fast as I could. I didn' t tell anyone what I saw that night, except my partner, who agreed with me that I couldn' t tell anyone without being considered crazy. I didn' t get reports about that biker again, and so I didn' t go back to that area and I' m really relieved. That' s why that memory is still fresh in my memory. It still torments me every night and I wish I had never experienced that. The man in the firebomb. My name is Gerardo. I was

55:45 barely a couple of months old from coming in as a police officer, that he had always been my dream and I was very happy that he finally made it. For the first few days, everything was quite normal and it was exactly how I imagined it. He had a rather annoying partner who claimed to have gone through many paranormal situations during the service. He used to bother me by saying that he would soon touch me and that probably when it happened to me, he would wet the pants of fear. I didn' t believe in any of that. I always imagined that if you thought logically and always thought of the simplest explanation, then you would get the answer to almost everything in life. Paranormal themes had never interested me too much to listen to my partner all day talk about the subject I found somewhat annoying. One night we met as much my partner as I was doing a little routine round. Everything seemed to be quiet and without much to do. It all took a turn when on the radio we were told of an armed robbery that was only a few blocks from where we were, which is why we headed there. I was a little excited, as it would be my first job in something like an armed robbery. As soon as we arrived, the thieves, who were two, ran immediately with everything they could carry in their hands. I was

57:17 surprised how incredibly quick they were, but my astonishment didn' t last long. My partner started yelling at me to start following them. I was a good runner, so I knew that if I tried, I could reach at least one of them, so I started running. The race was quite extensive and tired. Neither of us seemed to want to stop and I was getting more and more tired. I didn' t want to let them get away, so I forced my body to keep running. The race ended as soon as we reached an area that had a building, which was still in black construction. This one was huge, but it had not been going on for many years, so it had become known as haunted. Some claimed that the reason it had been left half- built was because all the masons who tried to do so were killed or seriously injured. Others said that screams could be heard during the night and the wildest people said that the devil himself lived in that building. You know all those stories that are told about places, which take on a chilling atmosphere as soon as night falls, as soon as I saw them enter that building I knew we' d really have a chance to catch them. There was no other way out than the main one, unless

58:51 they wanted to jump from a second floor. Both my partner and I agreed that those two were completely trapped and with that same confidence we entered that building. We were walking inside that building. For a long time without being able to hear or see any of the men we were looking for. We knew we had to be close, they had no way of coming back without us seeing them. We' re on our way. My partner, from time to time, made certain jokes about the paranormal subject, which made me even more in a bad mood. Under the circumstances. His comments ended when we heard the hasty steps of a person who seemed to be approaching us directly at full speed. We quickly noticed that this was one of the thieves, who seemed terrified. It was as if he had seen something that had made him think that prison was a much better option than staying there. My partner acted quickly by holding him and immobilizing him with the handcuffs and then beginning to question him about where the other was. The man couldn' t talk. His voice was shaky and his hands trembled unwittingly. We quickly knew that the man would say nothing to us, so my partner asked me to stay with him

1:00:21 to keep an eye on him as he went further into the building, as he was sure he would not be far away. I thought it was a good idea, so I stayed with the man while my partner got lost in the dark of the building. Time passed faster than one would expect. It had been almost forty minutes and my partner was not back and, if that were not enough, I had left my radio on the patrol, so I had no way of contacting him. I knew I couldn' t leave the criminal. I could only escape, but I was beginning to take care of my partner' s well- being. That' s just getting bigger.

1:01:05 When I heard three shots, I didn' t know what to think. It was the first time I had ever faced that situation. I looked at the man, who seemed to have wide- open empty eyes, as if he could not rationalize everything that was happening around him. I knew I had to go with my partner, so I cuffed him to a building stand and decided to go to his help. I ran through the building quickly, calling my partner by his name and trying to get him to answer me so I could know his location, but my screams and calls had no answer. I was still thinking about what I should do. When, as I was passing through one of the many half- built rooms, I could see someone in one of those visions laughingly made me come back immediately thinking that it might be my partner. As soon as I lit up inside the room, I realized it wasn' t about my partner and it wasn' t about the criminal either. He was an elegantly dressed young man, even wearing a bonbon hat.

1:02:19 He smiled as he stared at me and did nothing but smile. His smile seemed normal, but at the same time it made you feel pretty uncomfortable. I questioned him a couple of times what he was doing there or if he was okay, but all my questions were ignored and he just stayed there. Smiling that seriously, it gave me a very bad spine at one point. I stopped approaching something inside of me. He was telling me that if I came a little closer, something very bad was going to happen I asked him again who he was and also if I had seen my partner. But not again, silence was his only answer. Suddenly something disturbed the silence completely, as that well- dressed young man began to laugh in an unnatural manic manner. His laughter was crazy and it didn' t matter what he said or how long it was going to be. This one kept laughing I didn ' t know what to do or even think about it. A deep fear invaded me as long as that young man kept laughing that way. I thought I' d shoot or something. The only thing my body continued to do was to start running in the opposite direction. Even though he seemed to be driving me away from that room where the man was laughing, it seemed to be happening right next to my ear, as it sounded loud. I kept

1:03:51 running until I stumbled upon something. When I lit up, I could see that it was my partner, who was lying with the completely white utro role. It was like there wasn' t a single drop of blood all over his body. He no longer had a pulse, but what stood out most in him was that his face showed a grimace of a huge smile. It was almost like he laughed to death. I knew there was nothing I could do for my partner, so I just kept running still listening behind me to that awful mad laugh. I arrived where I had left the thief, who was still there completely motionless. I took his handcuffs off and took him out of the building. The laughter continued to drill my ears until we got far enough away from the property. I called more reinforcements and they arrived in a matter of minutes. I told everything that had happened from when we had come in to that well- dressed young man. When the others came in to capture that man. They never found him, though without finding the body of the second thief, who, like my companion, was completely white and his face was twisted in a huge smile. Like my partner' s, I couldn' t continue in the police. After that it was too much for me. An investigation was launched against me, as it was believed that I might have been responsible. The lack of evidence absolved me in a short time.

1:05:26 I don' t know what I saw or what inhabits that building. All I know is that it' s an evil entity that I hope will never see again in life the mannequin. My name is Luis Estrada. Before this experience I always used to say that the officers who told their paranormal stories really only wanted to draw attention, because in so many years of serving me nothing had ever happened to me and I used to say that the real monsters were the flesh and blood. This happened on a March 23rd of a thousand nine hundred and ninety- eight. It was almost two o' clock in the morning and the whole shift seemed to be quite quiet, except for some calls for family disputes or some minor quarrels or robberies, to which I was already completely accustomed. That day, who was supposed to be my shift mate had had a family emergency, which was why he had to be absent and I was left alone. That was not so strange and if I am completely honest, many times I would prefer it to be so, as I have always been a person who enjoys doing things his way and having a partner made that a little difficult. Everything seemed so quiet until a sudden rain, which

1:06:58 I had eaten like a slight breeze, had ended in almost a storm I was inside the patrol, which had parked outside a self- service store so I could have a coffee and eat something while waiting for the storm to pass. I was so relaxed with the sound of the falling water that at one point I began to fall asleep, but my dream was interrupted by the sound of my radio, which informed me that there was a thief, who was very close to where I was located. The rain was still strong, so inside the patrol it was a little difficult for me to find the person they were referring to. I got off the patrol and that' s when I could see a man running through the streets at full speed. I hastened to start the car, as it was not the best runner, so I knew that to continue on foot I would have no chance to tie up. Cover him with the sirens on, I started following him, thinking he would be afraid and stop or else he would let go of what he had stolen to have more chance of escape. That man looked completely attached to what he had stolen. I followed him to a very ugly part of town. That place had been very prosperous in past years, because of the shopping mall and convenience stores that had been put in the area had almost completely disappeared, leaving only

1:08:30 premises and shops empty. I could see the man entering one of the premises, so I descended from the patrol and proceeded on foot to catch him. Before I entered, I could see that the place I had entered was a small clothing store. Now it was just one more abandoned place because of the city' s progress. I walked around the abandoned place, realizing that they had abandoned a lot of things there, such as shelves of clothes, some furniture and even clothes, but some of the most there were were mannequins. They were everywhere and because of the abandonment, they had taken on a rather gloomy appearance. They were covered in dust and some were vandalized trying to ignore all that, I decided to focus on catching the criminal. The place was a pretty big place. I had to be completely attentive so that that man wouldn' t take me by surprise. I found myself walking cautiously through the abandoned mannequins and furniture, illuminating all possible places where I believed that man could hide, but I was not lucky to find him. I don' t know exactly how long I was walking around the place, but while I was still listening to the storm, I understood that the criminal was probably already gone,

1:10:01 so it wasn' t worth continuing to look for. I started walking back to get out right where I had entered. While I was doing something, it caught my attention. A mannequin was no different than any other mannequin in the store. Like everyone else, he was completely white and didn' t have a face. What caught my attention was that I didn' t remember seeing him the first time I went through that place. I decided not to think too much about it and continue my way out. When I started walking, I also started to feel like someone was behind me, I turned immediately, but I saw nothing strange, so I kept walking. I felt exactly the same feeling again. I turned quickly and this time, if I noticed anything, the same mannequin had turned his head towards me and I could notice that I had also moved his arms and one of his legs lightly as if I was about to step in my direction. That seemed strange to me.

1:11:08 At that time, my brain could not ration that inert figure had moved on its own. I turned again to walk to the exit, this time rushing a little bit further, telling myself that this could not be real. This time not only did the feeling that someone was behind me occur, but I could clearly hear steps approaching me. I turned immediately just to see with horror how the mannequin was back completely still. It was turned in my direction and was only a few meters away. That scared me so much that by abandoning any rational thinking I might have at that moment I started running. While I was doing so I could clearly hear the steps of that mannequin, which were heard closer and closer. I turned around again just to run into the mannequin just a couple of feet behind me. He was completely still. I didn' t have the courage to get close to him, although I thought I' d throw him out and run so I' d have a little more advantage. This only remained in one thought, as my legs did not allow me to move towards that mannequin. I took a couple of steps, but on my back this time without ever seeing the mannequin and I realized that it didn' t move or at least not while I was watching it.

1:12:42 And despite what many must think it was supposed to be like I should have walked away from her back without looking away until I got to the exit. You must understand that I did not know that place very well and was so full of things that it was very easy that I could fall and continue to walk on my back, so that was not a very viable option. If I could walk back enough to put a considerable distance between that thing and I was shaking, I couldn' t even rationalize everything that was happening and my brain could only have the idea of getting out of there as quickly as possible.

1:13:26 Then, taking air and all the courage I managed to gather into my body, I turned my back again and ran again with all my might. I could hear the steps back, but this time a lot faster it was almost as if I had bothered to get away from that way from him it seemed even faster than I could. The fear was such that I stumbled and fell I turned around just in time for that mannequin to stop less than a meter from me. My breathing was agitated both by running and by the fear I felt. I wanted to kick the mannequin, but a part of me was very afraid that, in doing so, it would move even when I was watching it, I walked away a little bit, crawling down the floor and still seeing it, I wanted to get up. I knew the exit was very close, that there was very little left for me to achieve it, but a part of me knew that by turning his back on him again.

1:14:30 This one would catch up with me. While I was still on the ground I could feel an aluminum hanger and without even thinking about it, I took it and hit it on one of the mannequin' s legs, as fast and loud as I could before I stood up and started running. I didn' t stop until I was already on the side of my patrol. I don' t even remember how I got out. The adrenaline in my body was at its peak and all I could think of was wrapping to make sure that thing hadn' t left the store. But, for my fortune, this was not so. I realized that the storm had stopped and everyone seemed to remain exactly the same. I remember sitting on my patrol outside that store for hours yet not being able to explain everything I had lived. I even thought it had all been a dream, but I knew that it had been real and no matter how much I wanted it not to be. That had really happened. I didn' t tell the story to many people, just my daughter and two coworkers, who just laughed about it. I think that' s what led me not to share it too much, since the last thing I wanted was for them to take me for crazy. To this day I cannot see a mannequin without feeling chills. I recently passed that place

1:16:04 and saw it demolished, so I don' t know where that dummy is. Now I don' t know what that thing was, but I' m completely grateful to have survived their encounter and I hope I will never experience anything similar to the rapture again. My name is Oliver. I' m forty- five years old and the story I' m going to tell you next is kind of amazing, so many don' t believe it and they ' re in all their right. The only thing I can say about it is that this world holds secrets which many times the human being is not even able to understand a little from a very young age I knew what my vocation would be and this was being a cop admired them very much and being a person of very low resources made me seriously want to help the most vulnerable people, which is why I tried twice as hard every day to get my dream.

1:17:11 In this way, I became part of the police I can remember how many of my colleagues used to tell their paranormal experiences, which had happened to them throughout their service as policemen. To be honest, at that time I considered myself a rather skeptical man about the whole subject, because I had never experienced anything and considered that the people who claimed to have done it were actually just people who wanted to believe that was real. All that changed a Christmas Eve night. I didn' t mind taking the Christmas Eve shift. My parents had died since I was nineteen years old and had no brothers or other family. I had no one to spend those parties with, so having something to do and not thinking about it. It made me feel a little better.

1:18:10 That night was quite agitated hundreds of people alcoholized and driving, putting the life even of their children at risk, made me a little angry. I was still doing my job optimally when I suddenly received a warning from a person who said he was in trouble, as his car had fallen into a ditch. As soon as I received the news, I immediately thought that he was an alcoholized boy, who, by not being in his five senses and driving, had gotten into that problem. And since I was the person who was closest to the incident, they asked me to go see the situation, they gave me the exact location where the boy claimed to be. When I got to this one, I didn' t run into anything or anyone. I walked a little across the ditch and the car, which was stuck in it.

1:19:09 The car seemed to have been months, if not years in that ditch, as it looked very old and mistreated by the passage of time. Besides, there was no trace of that kid anywhere. I called my colleagues to question whether I had been given the right location and they claimed that the boy had given that address. I walked a little around trying to find the one who needed my help. After a while of not finding anyone, I assumed that most likely the boy was just playing a joke. That was quite common and because of what my colleagues had told me it was even more common at that time, so I set out to return to the patrol. I was nowhere near where my vehicle was. When I received another call on my radio, it was my colleagues who said that the boy had called again this time even more in panic, saying that if we would still take a long time, since things were getting really strange. The caller did not specify what was strange, but according to my companions he was quite agitated and genuinely frightened.

1:20:28 But that didn' t make much sense, as I was in the place and there was no one there. My colleagues encouraged me to take another look around for that point. I was a little upset, because I knew it was impossible for me to really be in trouble or be there. Otherwise, I' d have seen it by now. But still, I decided to listen to them and take a second round. This second round I made it a little slower and paying a lot more attention to anything strange. I seemed to be the only person miles away in that place. Then I could see from a distance what seemed to be a bonfire, but from a distance it would have to be a very huge bonfire, which could quickly turn into a forest fire. I thought it might help prevent a fire, so I decided to head for that place. I walked about seven minutes and although I thought I was moving forward, it seemed almost like I was just walking in the same place. That fire seemed to always be the same distance. Suddenly something changed. It was like a blink like a flash. That' s as much as I can describe about it. It was a great glow, which interfered with the sounds of my radio as well as with all my senses.

1:21:59 It was almost like my whole body went out in just a second. The last thing I can remember from that is that I felt my legs falter and then I fell on the lawn. The flash was dwindling again, but when I opened my eyes again, I was in the deepest part of the forest. I had no idea how I got there. I was so disoriented, stunned and weak, besides being in my torn and muddy uniform, I couldn ' t understand what had happened. I remembered perfectly what had happened just before I passed out, but none of it told me why I was where I was. It took me almost an hour to achieve total control over my body and my mind stood up and after a while of walking without a specific direction, I could place myself in that forest and in this way I could leave right in the place where I remembered having been the last time. My vehicle was no longer where I had left it and I had no way of communicating with anyone, so I chose to start walking to the nearest road so I could ask someone for help for my fortune, I didn' t take too long to get it. A car took me to police headquarters. As soon as I got in there, I didn' t get the welcome I was waiting for. While I was hoping that people would be worried, as I

1:23:31 had disappeared for almost the whole night, I was not expecting the expression of amazement from all the people, who immediately approached me and questioned where I had been or what had happened to me. The questions were so many that I couldn' t answer any of them I felt my head, as if a huge drill was drilling my head and I couldn' t give any answers at the time. It all ended when my boss was as surprised as everyone there and took me away from all the people around me, took me to his office. I tried to understand everything that was going on, but I couldn ' t even mediate a word. Although I could well formulate the prayers in my head, I could not get my mouth to move to express them.

1:24:23 My boss was very sympathetic to me. I had no idea what had happened to me, but I could tell he was the worst. He was trying to talk to me calmly and told me that everything would be fine and that he would have everyone' s support. There he mentioned something about days of absence and it was then that I could say something. I asked him what he meant by days of absence, since I had only been lost for one night. That seemed to miss him too much and he told me not without trying to calm me first that I had not disappeared for a night. He ' d been missing for a whole week. His words were too much for me. I had no idea what I was talking about. I hadn' t disappeared for a whole week. I was sure of that. It had only been a few hours. He seemed to be very serious. I felt dizzy when I received that news. My boss kept talking, but I couldn ' t pay attention anymore. After that, thousands of blurry and somewhat abstract memories came to my mind one after another in a disorderly manner. I remember being in a completely white room. I also remember a scalpel cutting my abdomen.

1:25:45 I don' t have any scars or anything like that. I have the memory of a pair of hands. I also remember what seems to be conversations, but I don' t remember it very well I don' t know what happened that day. I have not returned to him to experience anything similar. I still have nightmares about it and the memories are sometimes more specific, but none of them seem to have a sequence of more than a few seconds. If I' m absolutely certain of something, it' s that what I lived that night is something I don' t think I can ever see. An explanation of stories written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante