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0:05 He hates being looked at. I' d like to keep my name anonymous for security reasons. I think this story is quite worthy to be told, even if it is not very long. When I was thirty, something happened to me that makes me question the reality of things. I hadn' t been working as a taxi driver for long and I knew that some of my colleagues were hired even to be a private taxi for a whole day. So when a man asked me if I could do something like that for him, I said yes, not knowing what I was getting into that day I was cleaning my taxi. When suddenly this man arrived, he looked like a humble - looking peasant. He asked me if I could hire myself for five days to take and bring some of his workers from a place where they were working.

0:54 To me, this seemed very lucrative, in addition to the fact that the work sounded very easy, because as he explained to me, the gentleman told me that it was only a question of waking up very early and going for the workers and then going up to a hill and waiting there until their day ended, and then bringing them down back and returning them to their homes. This seemed very simple and I would have to do almost nothing. And if that were not enough, the pay I was offering was even higher than I or any of my colleagues charged for a private taxi service. I remember saying yes at first, though when I told one of my colleagues. He told me to be careful because that gentleman did not seem to have the ability to pay for something like that, and not only that, but, not knowing his intentions well could be bad, as the whole situation was quite suspicious.

1:49 I didn' t want to hear it. At that point, I didn' t think he could do something like that to me, so I accepted the deal and after that we agreed on an hour in which we would meet at that place and then go to the house of each of his workers. And I even remember that by the time the agreed day came and just walked into my taxi after giving me the good morning, he paid me with a wad of tickets for the five days in advance. In my view, there was no way to back out. Everything was quite normal. That man was kind enough and very respectful. He didn' t look anything unusual about him. It is worth mentioning that everything seemed to indicate that the place where they were working was owned by a very wealthy person, who had the belief that vegetables would be grown better in that place, so he was paying them a great deal to work there. As soon as we got to the place, everything was fine. They dedicated themselves to their work and I only waited for them in the vicinity all the time. It should be noted that that was the time when there were no cell phones available to the public, so everything was very good boring. I even thought I' d bring some distractions for the next day. But when it finally came time to leave, it was around six o' clock and it was too soon to get dark.

3:10 And even though I thought everyone would be normal by the time we left, the truth was that all the workers seemed pretty nervous, picked up everything very quickly and seemed to be totally anxious to leave. In fact, I remember that, even though I was driving at a normal speed, everyone was very determined to increase the speed by telling me that we had to get out of the hill before the night reached us. At first I only let them know that I wasn' t going to do that, because when we went down we could crash going so fast with the pressure that they gave me, as well as the fact that all those adult men, who in my view, seemed too rude people, seemed to be very scared, so without questioning much, I listened to them and speed in a reasonable way to get out of there without having accidents and before it was dark and once already out of the hill, they all seemed relieved and began to make jokes and behave in a normal way, as they had done in the morning. All this puzzled me quite a bit and I even remember asking them what had been the reason why everyone had been so scared. Moments ago, none of them wanted to tell me they were just trying to lighten the mood with jokes and there came a point where I assumed it was just a hazing or a joke that they were

4:41 making me out to be new to their group, so I just took it as a joke and decided not to give it more importance. The next morning it all happened again. I saw the lord at the station, we went to each of them' s house and we went back up to the hill. I was waiting for them until their day was over and again at six o' clock, everyone started to climb things up in a very fast way and demanded me to leave and leave the hill before dark. They all seemed very upset because this was so and even though I listened to them again this time, as soon as we were out of the hill, I asked them again this time with more insistence what was the problem and what was happening, if we stayed a little after dark, since the car worked perfectly and had lights, so that we would have no problem. They kept trying to downplay it and trying to make it forget it. I was not willing to do it and my curiosity was so strong that I decided internally that on the next day' s trip I would pretend that the car broke down that the brakes didn' t work, so that it would slow down and could grab us the night while on that hill and in that way if they didn' t laugh at me saying what was going on I would see it with my own eyes. Actually, I didn' t think there was anything there, I just wanted them to stop making that joke, because I felt like I wasn

6:12 ' t having any fun, if whatever they wanted to get with it was to scare me. So, without telling them anything, the next morning I carried out my plan, I took them and waited until their day was over and when everyone was up already anxious for me to start the taxi and leave, I started pretending that the car didn' t start and although I thought that no one would give it more importance, the truth is that all of them broke up very quickly and started panicking in a way that looked almost ridiculous in men their age. They started saying we had to get him up at all costs. Some even started trying to push it. Others said that if it didn' t start, they would run downhill to try to get out of the hill, but they wouldn' t stay there and at that moment a little more worried, I asked them what the problem was. None of them wanted to tell me openly and I, seeing them so upset, decided to pretend that the car had miraculously returned to work and told them to go up in a matter of seconds. They were all inside the car telling me to increase speed to get out as soon as possible. So I started driving, even though I did what I was asked to do. For all the time we' d lost trying to make the car work, he grabbed us the night when we were about halfway there. They were all a bunch of nerves constantly looking around and I even remember a couple of them praying already a

7:46 little upset. I asked again what the problem was and one of them became honest with me. He told me if I heard a creak on the roof, nothing in the world would stop me and try to stay calm. He also told me that if I saw the creature peeking out of the side of the window, it didn' t matter how tempting it was. I didn ' t think I' d turn around and see her,' cause that would bother him. I was about to ask him what the hell he meant by that, when I suddenly felt it was like something had landed on the roof of my cab. It wasn' t a small thing. I had already heard things landing before like birds, insects and even some, and that another cat never resulted in a big problem. This was much bigger. He seemed to have big claws scraping the ceiling, and not only that, but he was so big and strong that with his movement he managed to shake the car through the rearview mirror he could see how all men had their eyes closed.

8:48 Everyone was praying that that thing would just go away. I was trying to stay as calm as possible so we wouldn' t crash, because every time that thing moved, it caused the car to lose direction and I had to get back on course. I think it was only about five minutes. It seemed like an eternity and after that time it flew away. I can ' t describe it any other way. I even heard the fluttering I tried to look out the window. The man who had hired me held me by the arm and told me not to see him, so I only kept my eyes on the front and drove until we left that hill and once I was gone, I asked him what that thing was. He told me that the truth is that no one knew, but that they had already had other taxi drivers, who resigned shortly after being hired. He said that thing really didn ' t do anything, it just stood on the roof of cars for a while and then flew away. But the person who had hired them had told them that long ago he had had a problem with another group of people.

9:58 He said that when one of them saw that thing went crazy today, it caused them to have an accident, completely overturning the car and only three people had survived. They described it as some sort of giant bat, but with legs like any bird' s, only with long claws, which looked like they could stand anyone out. I asked them if everyone already knew that, why they had accepted that job. They answered me that because of the need to work, because that man paid very well, not to mention that as long as they were out of the hill before it darkened that creature did not bother them. I was very puzzled, but although they told me they understood if I no longer wanted to take them, I continued with the work until the five days ended and after that I lost track of them. The truth.

10:52 I don' t know what' s on that hill and I don ' t mean its location for obvious reasons, but it makes me wonder what kind of creatures inhabit this world we completely don' t know. Memories of a taxi driver. My grandfather worked as a taxi driver from the age of fourteen until he died, and I had always been someone very attached to him, and he always told me many stories about everything he had lived through his life. But especially, there are two stories that to this day cause me to shiver. They' re not very long, but I really think it ' s worth being told and remembered forever. The first is when, on one occasion he was working on his shift in the morning when, suddenly, a lady he describes as a very pretty person, approached his taxi and asked him to, please, take her to a place. He said yes and opened the door. As soon as the woman was inside, she told him that she had no money to pay her, but that she could exchange it for an appointment with her. My grandfather was already married to my grandmother and they even had my dad At the time, my grandfather didn' t think much about it and he replied that he was fine, so he took her to the place she wanted to reach and, after that, they agreed on a place to meet after his shift ended. My grandfather did it and she

12:24 left. He was really excited about this date and he says that when the time came, he even went out a couple of hours earlier to go see her. He says that the moment he was driving something very strange happened to him, he began to feel a lot of fear and guilt. It was like a feeling that something very serious was going to happen. However, he decided not to heed these thoughts and went on his way, thinking that it was most likely only his fault. But, according to his words, at that time the thought was very different from now and he believed that there would be no problem as long as he continued to fulfill his role as a provider in his home and remained a more or less decent parent. He says that at some point he began to feel something strange in the environment at first he wanted to attribute it to the fact of how guilty he was feeling. Very soon he realized that it was not so, since there was something that was strange and there was no cars or pedestrians on the street, which was strange, since although it was around nine o' clock at night, it was Mexico City and there was always movement in it. It was an extremely rare thing to be totally alone, but at the time he was like this and he says that they started giving him a lot of chills, but again he tried to just keep driving to find more people until he stopped by the traffic

13:56 light, although he knew that it could happen well, since there was no one. My grandfather told me that during the time he was waiting for the light to change green, he began to try to calm down and looked in the mirror to make sure that he was going to present himself well for his appointment, when suddenly he heard something very strange. It was a sound quite similar to that of a supermarket cart. You could clearly hear his wheels gnashing. He began to look at different places, but could not see the origin of the sound. He tells me that, in fact, if it was heard too close to be able to see it, he says that this was beginning to make him feel very fearful. When suddenly the traffic light changed to green, it was about to start when it saw someone who started crossing the street at the time. At first, he was going to whistle as he was passing through when the traffic light was already green for him, he quickly realized something that would torment him until the last of his days. My grandfather tells me that by giving him, even a little more attention, he quickly realized that this man had no head. I was walking like anyone pushing that supermarket cart. He says it was full of what seemed to be a bunch of blankets or something like that. He says he didn' t have a head. My grandfather tells me that he stayed a few minutes in shock because of all the impact that scene was causing him. He says that when that thing was about halfway down the road, he stopped and turned his body towards

15:28 my grandfather' s cab. My grandfather tells me that at that very moment he couldn' t take it anymore and accelerated trying to dodge it. He drove straight home. He always counted it as a kind of intervention so that he would not be unfaithful and, in fact, he has always told me that after that he never again tried to be unfaithful to my grandmother, since he was very afraid that that man would appear to him again and that, for his fortune, he never saw him again. The following story is something that I consider even more shocking than the previous one. My grandfather told me that on one occasion, while waiting for passage in his designated place, he heard someone open the door and without saying anything to him, my grandfather quickly turned around fearing that they would jump him. As soon as he turned around, he clearly saw that he was a motorcyclist. I knew it because he was dressed in a leather jacket gloves and he was still wearing his helmet.

16:29 That was very strange to my grandfather, so he asked him what he wanted. The passenger told him that his bike had broken down and that he had to get to the hospital urgently to see his mother, who was sick. So my grandfather, without wasting time, started the taxi and started driving to the hospital. He says the more I saw him, the more. He realized that the man was very strange, since he was not only still dressed in the entire motorcycle suit, but he also seemed to have fallen, as his helmet was all scraped up, just like his jacket. He seemed to have many tears and, moreover, could realize that he had blood on his right arm, which led him to think that the man had fallen. My grandfather even told me he tried to joke with him about it, asking him if he had fallen off the bike, but the man did not answer him.

17:26 He just seemed to be looking at the window. And even though my grandfather tried to follow the conversation and asked him if he needed medical help, just as he offered him some gauze and alcohol in his glove box, that man didn' t answer him, so my grandfather, thinking he had messed up, just kept moving forward when he suddenly came to a corner where there seemed to be an accident and since he couldn' t get around all the cars were going too slow and he didn' t seem to see the big chance of getting out of that jam. My grandfather told that man that he didn' t have much time to get to the hospital and that perhaps it would be best if he continued on foot. Even my grandfather says he was seriously considering not charging him, as it looked like that man was really having a hard time. That man didn' t answer my grandfather just kept looking out the window, so he assumed he didn' t want to walk.

18:22 My grandfather tried to start a conversation with him again, as that day was too hot and he believed that that man might well be suffocating with that helmet, since he told him that if he wanted to, he could take off his helmet. But still the man didn' t answer him. My grandfather was a little upset, because that man didn' t want to engage in any word with him, so he just turned his eyes to the front and kept trying to advance through all that tumult of bottling that had originated from causes unknown to him. At least at the time. My grandfather told me that about ten minutes passed when they had made very little progress, when, suddenly, that man finally turned his head and told my grandfather that he needed me to give something to his mother. My grandfather, surprised, asked him what he meant by that to what that man told him that his mother was called Julia Esquivel and so he told him the room number he was in. After that, he stretched out his hand and gave him an envelope full of money and told him he had to give it to him. And my grandfather, surprised, did not receive it and asked him why it had to be he who gave it to his mother and at that moment that man looked out the window again, so my grandfather turned his head and saw how. It' s just that, apparently, there had been an accident and lying there in the middle of the street, was the same man dressed exactly the same way

19:55 and with the same torn clothes, as well as the same stems on the helmet he was wearing. Position. This made my grandfather shudder and he tells me that he quickly turned back towards the back seats, just to realize that the man was gone, but what was there was the envelope with money in the back seat. My grandfather says he drove to the hospital and handed it over to his mother after receiving his thanks. He just left and never had contact with that lady again, and he didn' t see that boy again. But every time she told me this story, she reminded me how much a child could come to love her mother so she wouldn' t leave her alone, even if she was no longer in the world of the living.

20:45 My best friend when I was a child, I was a very lonely person, the reasons I was born with a complication in my heart, which basically forbids me from making a great physical effort. I can' t run or altar without getting tired within a few minutes and I couldn' t go out and play with the other kids in my neighborhood. The truth is they didn ' t want to try either, so, being such a lonely person, I never made a greater effort to try to make them my friends and even though I managed to spend every afternoon, trying to have fun alone in the background if I wanted someone to play with. On one occasion I asked my parents if I could adopt a dog, but they told me no, since I was a puppy and I needed to go for a walk, run and play, so it wouldn' t be fair for him to take him to a house where I couldn' t give him any of that. But what they did give me was a cat, although it wasn' t exactly what I had qualified as a pet, as it was quite bitter and only came to you when I wanted food, so I almost didn' t interact with him. I remember one time, while I was in my backyard trying to play alone with my wrists, suddenly I saw someone was a girl with very pale hair, chestnut and skin. I was standing outside my entrance and carrying my cat. This surprised me very much, as, as I said before, he never let himself be caught and much less carried by someone, but

22:18 at that time he seemed very meek and pleased that they were carrying him. I got up and greeted her telling her how bitter the cat was and that she was very surprised that she let herself be touched by it. She told me she had always had a special charisma with animals, so I opened the door and invited her through. She was a little strange, I don' t know how else to write it, but she was really pale and besides that, she had some arm wounds that looked like big bruises. I asked her what had happened to her and she replied that she was sick. I couldn' t help but smile at him, and I told him I was sick, too. And like that' s a seal of approval waiting.

23:00 Since then she went almost daily to my house and we played with all the games my parents had bought me in an attempt not to feel so different from the others. I remember well that on one occasion I asked him where he lived since maybe we could go home next time. She did not answer me, only wandered for a moment and finally changed the subject and intrigued. That ’ s why I asked her what her parents were working on, since, even though we had been friends for several months, the more she thought about it. She was a complete stranger to me, so I asked her and she replied that her mother did not work, since she had to accompany her to all her appointments with the doctor, but that her dad was a taxi driver and that, in fact, she worked at the base, that she was not far away. From there he also told me that sometimes I accompanied him and that' s why he came to my house to play. As the weeks passed, I kept wondering where I lived or why I didn' t want to get over seeing where her house was, as she knew perfectly where mine was. So I tried to insist on it from time to time, but she always managed to change the subject, until at some point already a little frustrated, I started to bombard her with the same question over and over again telling her that she needed to know where she lived so she could go home when she turned age. Then she looked at me with those eyes off and told me that I had already forgotten. The truth. At that time I no longer had the slightest idea of how to answer her, so

24:33 I just kept playing with her asking myself inside what she meant by what she had just told me. It seems to me that also at that moment I began to think that she had never talked about her illness. She just mentioned to me that she was sick, but she never really told me what she had and why. His arms were always this hot. I remember at some point I dared to ask her what exactly she had and she looked at her arms and told me that she wasn' t really sure, because she had a name I couldn' t remember, but that what they were doing was putting some very big needles in her arm and that after that she was very nauseous and very disoriented. She also mentioned to me that she didn' t like to go to the doctor at all and that I wish very much that I wasn' t sick and that I was a child like any other.

25:30 I told her that I too would like to be a child like any other and I even remember letting her know that at least she was in treatment to try to get her completely cured. For me, however, there was no hope at all. I would always have this heart problem that prevented me from being a normal person. At that moment. She looked at me with very sad eyes and told me that she would never get better, that she had heard the doctors tell her parents and although they had not yet wanted to tell her anything, the reality was that she would never get better. I replied that all that was very horrible and that I wish I didn' t have to go through that alone to what she looked at me a little happier and told me that that would be the best idea in the world that we could both leave and so neither of us would ever have to be alone anymore.

26:25 I asked her what she meant and she told me she just had to go with her so we could be together forever. At that moment everything gave me a very bad spine, because she held me by the arm and started pulling me harder and harder. His hand was cold and it seemed to me that his strength was enormous, considering that he was someone who looked too weak and very pale. But she still started pulling me by telling me that if I didn' t want to leave her alone, then go with her. At that time, I couldn' t do that, as that whole situation was scaring me and I didn' t know what to do. When suddenly an idea came to my mind and I started screaming again and again to call my mom and see what was going on. My mother' s hasty steps began to be heard very worried about all the screams the girl was throwing. As soon as she heard that the door opened, she let me go and then she ran out of the house and though I tried to explain to my mom everything that had happened and she told me that I would take matters into account, the truth is that nothing ever happened and besides that, I never saw her again. Honestly, throughout my life, this was something I remembered very vividly because this child had been my best friend, at least until that time and had basically been the only one I had had during my childhood. As soon as I was older and about eighteen years old, I was preparing to

27:55 go to college. I remember well that on one occasion I found a table jeluego that perfectly remembered that it was the favorite of that child. As I watched him with a certain nostalgia, I remembered what had happened that day, my mom came into my room and asked me what I was doing. I answered him by telling him that I was remembering that girl who had been my friend. She looked at me strangely and told me that it was very strange that I was remembering an imaginary friend, but I replied that it was not imaginary. She told me she was, because, even though I was talking about her, all the time. They never could see her either my mom or my dad and that I was sitting in the garden all alone now talking to this little girl. I remember at that time I even had a little anxiety attack. I know that I remembered that all that was quite real, but my mom and dad were completely agreed that what I remembered was nothing more than an invention, a way to be rarra, to get out of my loneliness, something that a girl without friends had invented. This story doesn' t end there. Although, it was something that was very shocking to me and that I could not stop thinking about in several days. Very soon I recovered. After that I was admitted to a university in Mexico City, so I had to go. I remember when I was about to leave, I had to take a taxi from those who were relatively close to my house and

29:30 once there something quickly caught my attention. That taxi driver had a picture hanging in his mirror, and not only that, but this photo was the same girl I claimed to have seen years ago. I remember I couldn' t help but ask who that girl was. He replied that the girl had been his daughter, who had long since passed away, even before I was born. He told me he fought leukaemia for many years, but he finally won the disease. At that time I didn' t have the courage to say anything to that man and I just kept quiet and to tell the truth until today. I don' t know if what I saw that girl or just something else that took its shape somewhere. I read that children' s ghosts don' t usually stay because they' re innocent. Take me home.

30:30 I wouldn' t like to say my name or the name of the company for security reasons, but I' m a 30- year- old woman and I work as a taxi driver exclusively for women. I guess it won ' t be a surprise for anyone to know that women in Mexico City, as well as basically throughout the country, face a lot of dangers as they leave. When I finished college, I tried to get a job. I desperately didn' t make it and eventually I was forced to work as a taxi driver. I assumed that if I worked only with women, it could significantly reduce the risk of that profession. Although this did diminish something, I am not exempt from any kind of danger. In fact, by the time this story took place, about two years ago, we were facing a problem all of us working on this taxi app, and it was that more than one of us had been hit by some woman asking for the service just to then take her some remote area and raid her. And for obvious reasons, we should take all necessary precautionary measures and beg that this not happen to us.

31:41 That day I was waiting for my passenger, who had made a reservation over the phone. While I was waiting for her, another girl touched my window. At first I thought it was her, since honestly I hadn' t taken the time to check the profile or anything like that. But very soon I realized it wasn' t her, since she asked me if the taxi was unemployed. I replied kindly that I did not. She didn' t look threatening or anything like that, so I just told her she was away and I thought that would be the whole conversation. She looked different ways and told me if I could take her home. I smiled kindly and told him I couldn' t because the taxi was already reserved for someone else and that it would arrive in a few minutes. But she insisted, so thinking that maybe there was no other taxi service and that she felt confident precisely because I was a woman. I asked him nicely where his house was, as they might as well share a taxi. She gave me the location almost immediately and I assumed it was one of these thieves we had been dealing with, as the area where she told me she was home was too dangerous a neighborhood.

32:57 I knew I couldn' t risk something like that and so I told her I couldn' t do it, but she insisted and told me I really needed to get home. I told her I was sorry I couldn' t help her, although at the same time I was also a little sorry to be doing that, because it might well be all my assumptions, although the truth was tied up on that subject. We were exchanging words. She was trying to convince me, telling me she' d pay me twice as much and that kind of thing, but I stood firm and didn' t let her get in the cab. A short time later the real girl who ordered the taxi arrived and I thought that would be all. That girl looked at the one who had asked for the taxi and told her that they could share it, since she needed to get home. That girl turned to see me and I just exchanged eyes with her. I was trying to tell her with my eyes that it didn' t give me a good spine and for my luck it worked, as that girl looked at her and told her that the truth is that she didn' t feel comfortable doing that and then afterwards.

34:05 He got in the cab and we both went on the road. We had a conversation about how she hadn' t given me a good spin and what we had been suffering from some taxi drivers for that kind of people and even she told me that she had also felt something like some kind of weird vibe from that girl. And after that I left her at her destination and went back to my base. But just as I was passing by the same place where I had picked it up, I saw it again was standing there. She seemed kind of alone and worried. For a moment seriously, I considered stopping and taking her to where she was asking me. I remembered everything that had been going on, so I didn' t. I thought if I was really as desperate as I was told moments ago, then I would have gotten another cab driver by now. She would have moved from there to find another way to go home, but she was still there, which made me think she might well be waiting for any other taxi driver to accomplish her task. So I kept my eye on the front when I passed right next to her to make it look like I hadn' t seen her. Although I still felt clearly as she was looking at me. I think it was a few miles away before I finally got to my base. When all of a sudden I started feeling something strange in the cab. It was as if the temperature was dropping from one moment to the next. It was so fast

35:35 that I couldn' t help but notice it and it even gave me the chills and my breath started to come out steamy due to the sudden cold. I was looking out, but out of the cab. Everything seemed perfectly normal, so I decided to take a moment to look for a jacket that I always kept in the back for any emergency. I parked the cab on the side of the road to do this. As soon as my hand was in the back looking through the hoodie, I felt something horrible. A very cold hand squeezed my arm and pulled me so hard that it hurt me I screamed thinking that someone might have hidden in the bottom of the cab. I managed to free myself and get out. From there I realized that the taxi was completely empty I couldn' t explain what was going on and after a few minutes where I could calm down, I thought maybe I was probably scared myself.

36:36 Maybe my arm had stuck with the mesh that was in the back seat and my brain had done the rest. So, feeling like a real fool, I got back in the cab and kept driving until I got to the station and remember once there I told my classmates what had happened to that strange woman and how I thought I' d dodged one of those situations. They agreed with me that he looked too suspicious and after that I set out to clean the taxi. I was vacuuming the armchairs when suddenly I felt a strong chill run my back. I couldn' t help but turn towards the rearview mirror and there I was was that girl who asked me to get in the taxi to take her home. I was sitting in the back seats staring at me scared I came out of the cab screaming. This alerted my colleagues, who ran to help me, but after hearing what I had to tell them and checking the taxi, they realized that there was no one there. They tried to reassure me by telling me that I might have seen something wrong or had been a reflection. No one could take from my head what I had seen. I remember well, that at that time things stayed, I was born and went home. I think it was like two days before that girl started showing up in all my roommates' cabs. Everything was very rare,

38:09 as when someone requested taxi services and we were going to pick them up. The person claimed that we never arrived and that he had only seen a taxi there, but as they approached they had realized that he was already occupied by someone, not only that, but he also appeared in our station wandering and crying. And in fact, one of my colleagues reported that on one occasion, while she was cleaning her taxi, she heard a girl crying and asking her again and again if she could take her home, as she had to arrive or her brother was going to worry a lot. None of us had anything to do about it, until the mother of one of my companions suggested that it was best to perform a mass in honor of that girl who believed that she could be a soul in sorrow, who refused to accept that she had died. So that' s what we did and even though we didn ' t know exactly his name, we went to the place where he remembered seeing her for the first time and made some prayers for his soul, trying to tell him that he no longer belonged to this world and that he should rest in peace. After that we did a Mass in his honor and, for our fortune, the truth was no longer presented with any of us.

39:30 I am very grateful for that, although very often I cannot help but think that poor girl had a horrible death and the only thing her spirit wanted was to come home one last time. He wasn' t God' s help. My name is Lucia Fernanda and when I was nineteen, something happened to me that has left a mark on me to this day because I can' t understand what happened or at least why. Something like that had to happen to me. Back then I was a person who loved to live life to the fullest. The parties, the bars, the concerts, any place where there was a chance to have a good time was like my second home.

40:22 I thought there was only one life and I had to live it to the fullest always, although at the time I had a job, I always had time for the holidays. And when I found out that my favorite group would go to Mexico City, I was very excited. I put together as much money as possible so I could go see them. I know perfectly well that, while there are inexplicable things in this world, I remember well that on the very day of the concert, I was already fully ready since I opened my eyes in the morning. As the hours began to pass, each of my friends began to cancel their excuses to claim to be fully valid. I was pretty upset because it was just me and I felt like I couldn' t go to that concert alone. After spending practically all day trying to beg my friends so they could go with me and not get it, I gathered the courage and decided to go alone, because I thought that with my sparkling personality I would have no problem mixing with some group of people that was already there I could even get some company or something like that. I must say that at that age I was a very reckless person and often did not measure the danger completely. I remember I got to the concert, I was alone for a while until I eventually got along with a group of friends that was nearby. They accepted me and, in fact, the whole concert was quite wonderful. I was having an amazing time until the end of it came and

41:55 as soon as it ended, they started saying that they weren' t tired yet and that we could go to follow the party elsewhere. Likewise, I was invited to see if I wanted to go with them. I accepted and we left. It was to be moving from one place to another drinking alcohol and having a good time, it should be noted that I was not Ebria, since, despite my young age, I had already developed a very good resistance to alcohol and by the time it was finally over, it was around five in the morning, so I had to find a way to return to my house, since I had work within a few hours and although I tried to get someone to take me, I did not get it and as it seemed that it was not long before dawn. The most logical thing that occurred to me at the time was walking straight to find a bus station, which I was told I could return. So I did, and although at first I was quite determined, the truth is that after about ten minutes I was very sorry. The road was too lonely and at dawn, it looked too dangerous. I wasn' t afraid of ghosts or appearances. I' ve never considered myself a true believer in those issues. I have always said that we must be more afraid of the living than of the dead, although whenever I said this, I mentioned that I respected the beliefs of everyone without mentioning that I believed in God, perhaps not in a God as religion paints it,

43:27 but I did feel that there was something bigger than us that occasionally took care of us, so I remember that night, having no one else to turn to, the only thing that occurred to me at that time was to start talking to him. I didn' t say any prayers or anything specific it was like I just knew I was talking to him and even though I don' t remember exactly what I said to him, I know it was something like at the time I really needed his help and I needed to get back home safely. It seems to me that I kept walking around another five minutes when suddenly a car was heard, and not only that, but before I could turn around, it was already parked right next to me. I quickly noticed that it was a taxi and that the one driving it was a woman. It looked very clean and with very nice wavy hair. He didn ' t seem to have makeup. Her skin was beautiful by nature. He looked a little young, maybe not the guy who would drive a cab.

44:31 She lowered the window of the car and worried asked me what I was doing on such an empty road at night. I told her about the concert and the party we had after and I also told her that I had to get to my job and when I saw it was a taxi, I asked her if she could take me and I would pay her whatever she said she would never forgive me if I left a girl in the middle of the road and she would take me wherever I wanted. This made me very happy, so without thinking twice I got in the taxi and once inside I was invaded by a strong aroma of Hilas, which made me very pleasant and at the same time relaxing. I really felt like I had won the lottery for having been so lucky that that kind woman had found me. He even offered me some water. I didn' t accept it because by that time I felt like anything was ingesting or drinking and I really didn' t want to do that kind of rudeness to that nice woman, so all I did was refuse and settle for the long journey ahead of us, once we had been driving for about ten minutes. She started talking to me, although I would have liked to sleep for a moment to arrive when suddenly a thought invaded my mind.

45:57 The first was what my mother told me and it was what had prompted me to talk to what I called God. At that moment. My mother always told me that when you were in serious trouble and asked God for help, then he would answer you by helping you in the best way, giving you the tools so that you could solve it. What my grandmother said was a little different. My grandmother told me that while God would listen to you, the reality was that sometimes evil could respond. First, I remember once, after my mother told me that, my grandmother quickly completed it by telling me that while that might be real, if the first offer they gave me to solve my problem was too good to be true, then that meant that God really wasn' t the one who had listened to me and that what I had responded to my call was nothing but evil. Taking advantage of my situation and if it was entirely realistic, the reality, that is, everything that had been happening to me so far was too good to be true. I thought the situation was too good to be true. A very pretty female taxi driver, alone late at night, came just for me. This started to make me worried and a little nervous. I tried to ignore these feelings because that woman didn' t seem to be evil. I thought I was just being suggested by something my grandmother had told me, so I decided to ignore

47:30 it and I don' t know to date if that was some kind of trigger. I started to notice a couple of things. The first was that the conversation with this woman was becoming a little more twisted and I would dare say strange. He started talking to me about eating meat that wasn' t exactly animal meat. I' m not sure I can say it openly on this platform, so I' ll just say it that way. I guess you all know what I mean, and not only that, but the more she talked about it, the more I realized that the car no longer smelled like it used to, but quite the opposite. Now it seemed to smell decomposing meat and something inside me told me it wasn' t exactly animal.

48:13 I was getting more and more nervous, thinking about the terrible mistake I had made when I got into the car of a total stranger. I really thought that would be my last day. I remember that at some point I even heard as if someone hit the back of the trunk, I tried to ignore it, because I believed that if she realized that I heard it, then I would go in the back. I was also trying to find a way out of there, when she suddenly told me that if I wanted everything in this world I could be mine all I wanted, I just had to stop being afraid of power. But at that moment I was so scared that as for that woman, I stroked my terrified arm and without measure the danger, opened the door of that taxi and ventured several meters on the asphalt that, for my fortune, although I scraped myself, the wounds were not so serious.

49:09 But that wasn' t the scariest thing, but, at the time of raising my gaze, I realized that the taxi had disappeared. It had been very short the time I fell and looked up so that I would have disappeared on a straight road. It wasn' t there anymore It was like it evaporated. I remember, as I could, I got up and kept walking and about five minutes later, another car came up to me and it was a patrol. It was a group of four cops. One of those four was a woman. I told them my situation a little bit and they helped me take me home. The truth is that if that woman didn' t go with those three cops or joke, she would encourage me to get on the patrol. I was already too scared, but she was calming me down the road. Whenever I tell this story, people don' t believe me, but I know what I saw that night and I' m absolutely sure it was real a strange passenger. I' d like to tell a story that I think about very often, as I' m not so sure it was some ghost or appeared. My name is Fernando and I' ve been working as a taxi driver basically since I was old enough to do it over all my years working as a taxi driver, clearly I' ve come

50:40 across a lot of strange things. You already know people who don' t know how to interact well or behave in society or who are just rude to be paying a service regardless of the situation they faced with any of these people. I was always sure of something they were human. On one occasion, the person who boarded my taxi was someone who I am not really convinced was a human being like you or me. It all started one night, it was about ten o' clock and I was parked in my designated place. I had put on the sign that the taxi was unemployed and basically just expected some customer to arrive, although I was already getting some sleep and was seriously considering going home. While I was in the car answering a crossword puzzle to keep me a little awake. I heard someone start banging my window lightly.

51:37 I turned a little startled because I had not heard steps or even felt. His presence. It was like he just came out of nowhere. I was too attentive to see if anyone was interested in boarding the taxi, but for some strange reason I hadn' t seen that man come anywhere. Still, I lowered the window and asked him where he was going. He stood for a moment staring at me and there was something in his gaze and face that troubled me. I didn' t know exactly what it was. This man was very ordinary, had no imperfection or wrinkle at all. Her lips were too perfect, just like the shape of her nose. What was a little different was his look and I couldn' t see this man blinking just staring at me. I asked him where he was going again. Trying to sound quite normal and casual about it, as if his appearance didn' t intimidate me at all he kept seeing me for a few more seconds and after that he answered me, but it wasn' t an answer as such. Rather he said exactly what I had said. I could only cast a look of confusion so I had responded and almost immediately corrected it and told me that I was going to the angel of independence. But the way he said it was strange, as I could see that he used exactly the same tone of voice.

53:02 Even though that gave me a little distrust. I didn' t really have a real reason to refuse the trip, only that the guy looked strange, although, to be honest, his complexion was pretty weak, it was very thin and it wasn' t very high, so I thought if I tried to do anything easily I could subject it. So, trying to ignore the whole situation before, I told him that he was fine and that he would come up. He looked at me for a moment as if he didn ' t know what to do, so, a little strange, I told him to open the door, but still, he stared at me. He was already a little confused about this situation, I turned from my seat and opened the door for him to enter and he did so and just the moment he came in, I realized that I had something else with him. I noticed something in my hand, but I didn' t see it well.

53:55 I thought it was a briefcase or something. As I went up I realized that it was a transporter box and inside it there seemed to be a cat although even inside that transporter, which was of considerable size, that cat looked too big. I think if someone carried him, he could easily go through a baby just over a year old. It was orange in color and it was darkened and had large green eyes. That man' s way of sitting was also very strange. He was like straight, with his legs completely together and his hands on his lap. I don' t know, it just wasn' t the way someone would usually sit down, though it wasn' t such a strange posture either, so I didn' t give it much importance either. I guess by that time I was just seeing the weirdness of that man. I started driving by looking from time to time through the rearview mirror to make sure that strange man didn' t try to do anything.

54:58 As I said before, I acted in a strange way and thought maybe I could have some plan. I wanted to be ready for anything. I think we were already halfway there and everything was in total silence. The cat was lying also staring at me, just like the man, and that was causing me a lot of discomfort. I didn' t know how to deal with it, so I decided to try to talk to him. The guy. I asked him what he was going to do to the angel, but he just kept looking at me. I tried to joke with him asking him if he was going to see his girlfriend, but he didn' t answer me either, so I was quiet again, although a couple of seconds later I heard the cat mauled but, like that guy, he didn' t do it in a normal way, it wasn' t so loud and it seemed more like he whispered his mauling. It was almost as if he wanted only that man to hear it and in fact, he turned quickly towards the cage and the cat mauled again very low. He listened carefully. It was almost as if he was saying something to her and after that he turned his attention to me and almost yelled at me, he told me that he would not go to see anyone in particular. This puzzled me so much that I even gave a slight flounce because of how loud he spoke, although I quickly regained control and apologized. I told him I was scared and he quickly looked back at the cat. Which scared me again, though this time in a more

56:30 normal way. And after that I swear on my children' s lives that I saw him shake his head almost like he was disappointed. After that, the man turned his gaze forward and told me, with a calmer tone of voice, that he had no girlfriend, but that he wanted to go to the angel to walk, like any normal person, although by that moment I was already quite upset. I remember even putting the speed to leave it in the angel as fast as possible and that all that experience was left behind. But by that time he looked more nervous. It was as if everything we had talked about a moment ago left him rather stunned. He probably thought I realized how unusual it was, and I guess that made him that nervous.

57:19 I looked everywhere as if I wanted to get out of the car, trying to lighten the atmosphere, both for him and for me. I tried to joke about it, telling him to calm down, that nothing was happening, and I even remember that for a moment I came to think that maybe that man was drunk or under some effect, of some substance. That could be a logical explanation why he was acting so strange and that, in fact, was reassuring me, although after I told him that, he started to answer me. That man quickly looked back at his cat, who turned his eyes as if he was sick of this whole situation. I think by that time the animal was much more afraid of me than the man himself, as that animal looked too conscious. It was like I was as smart as a person.

58:12 He turned around and laughed, but it was stranger than everything I' ve ever told. I don' t know, it' s hard for me to describe it, because I' ve never heard anything like it. Actually, I guess it was a laugh, because what I threw was a joke. But to tell you the truth, I couldn' t be 100 % sure that was an attempt to laugh. It was like someone laughed using only the throat, if that makes some kind of sense. We finally got to the Angel. I braked in the first available place and told him that we had already arrived to get him down, but still, he sat there. One moment I told him again that everything was all right and that I could come down, but he wasn' t doing it and I was already beginning to despair, so I told him a little more serious that we had already arrived and that I had to go pick up more customers. At that time he was, in fact, so committed to getting him down that he hadn' t even told him the fare or anything. I didn' t care about that. I just wanted him out of my cab. The man looked back at his cat and then looked at me asking how much he was going to do, and I looked at the meter I told him the amount, but he just stared at me as if he didn' t understand wanting all that to end, I told him that that was okay and that he paid. Then, when he opened the door, he got off with the cat and though I thought that would be all, he walked towards my window,

59:43 he threw money at me and then he left and at that moment I just tore up and left. But once at the station, being a little quieter, I could see that the amount of money he left me was extremely high. I don' t know why he did it, but it was more than triple I never saw that man again and I really hope I never see him again. Last wish. My name is Augustine. I am now forty- six years old and about twenty- five years ago something happened to me that torments me too much to this day. I' d dare say it' s something that totally changed my perspective on how the world moves or what' s real or not. I must begin by saying that for practically my entire life I have worked as a taxi driver and, of course, that some things have happened to me that I could not give you such a logical explanation. I' ve always believed that if I really started looking very carefully to go through every detail of that day, maybe I could give you some kind of logical explanation. But what I' m about to tell no matter where you see it just doesn' t have one and I want to clarify that this is a very real thing. That day was about nine o ' clock at night and I was in my area waiting for some passenger to arrive that day, I had had a very bad run, since I had

1:01:15 had very few passengers and the worst was that it was only my case in particular, since the rest of my colleagues had had a lot of work that day. As proof of this, it is enough to say that I was the only taxi in that area, since everyone had left and having nothing else to do, then I decided to clean my taxi. I thought at any moment some client might arrive and wanted to receive it in the best way. When I finally finished cleaning the whole taxi in a lot of detail, I realized that probably no one was coming, so I just went back into the taxi and started reading a book I had been reading at the time. I was already very amused with the plot when, suddenly, someone started hitting my driver window right where I was and for obvious reasons, this surprised me so much that I almost jumped out of my seat, as it was not common for someone to do that. He looked very distressed, he was sweating and he was derided. At first I hesitated to open the door or not because it might well be some kind of assailant having such a slow day. The truth is, I didn' t have much to be robbed of, and there was a chance that I would be one of the few clients I would have that day. So I went down the window and asked him what he wanted. He was pretty worried and almost voiceless about how upset he was.

1:02:40 He told me that his family had had an accident and that he needed me to take him to the area to help them. Truth be told, at that moment the same man infected me with his fear. Then I didn' t even ask him where. And in fact, whenever I remember right on this piece, I don' t remember him opening the door just one moment to another already sitting in the back seat. I started and it was a very strange thing, because it was almost like I was in some sort of trance or something like that, because I was driving without even having that man tell me exactly where the accident had been. I remember well that at some point I did notice this, as I slightly slowed down and asked him where we were going, but his answer was that we were fine and he kept driving. This got weird, but, like I said before, it was like I was in a trance and I kept doing it. It seems to me that the reason I came out of that trance was because at some point I looked through the rearview mirror and saw something that seemed quite strange to me, and that man now had blood on his forehead. It looked like he ' d hit himself. I couldn' t see exactly if it was a very serious wound, but it was at least ninety percent. I' m sure that man didn' t have any kind of wound. When he got into my taxi, of course if he was sweaty and worried, but so far I remember well I made him notice asking him if he had crashed into

1:04:12 some sudden movement that I had done or something like that man. All he told me was that he didn' t matter, that what was important was his family and that he had to keep driving to help them. At that point, I was already somewhat more aware of the whole situation. Everything seemed to indicate that, when I realized the wound of that man, I had also caused that I no longer knew exactly where to drive. So I looked through the rearview mirror again and asked him where, and at that moment I realized that not only was his head bleeding, but he also had his lip broken. That was impossible, but the most logical thing was to think that it was like this from the beginning and for some reason, I hadn' t noticed it, perhaps because of all the fuss I had caused because of the concern that he had put me in alarm over the state in which his family could be found. I kept driving when he told me where, but still, while I was doing it, I couldn' t get out of my head that that man wasn' t hurt. When he got into my taxi and almost instinctively looked back at the rearview mirror and now it looked like he had a cheekbone wound. It wasn' t serious, but it seemed like he was too bruised. Just like the right eye. That man kept ordering me to stop looking at him and keep driving to help his family.

1:05:39 It should be noted that during all this time I assumed that he learned of the accident that had been called by the police when he suddenly told me to stop we were practically in the middle of a somewhat abandoned road, and it was not seen that there had been any accident there, but quite the opposite. Everything was very quiet and for a moment I thought that I had been tricked and that I had been taken there to storm or worse. That didn ' t explain what I' d been seeing all along. I turned back and he was no longer what was another strange thing, as at no time did I hear him open or close the door. I started turning everywhere, but I couldn' t see anything or anyone, so a little upset I got out of the taxi I took a few steps looking around and when I started walking slowly towards my taxi to get out of there, when I had barely taken just two steps, I heard the man' s voice. At first I didn' t see him just said his family was down there.

1:06:44 He screamed at it in such a pitiful tone that I could feel every bone inside me freezing. I turned and that man was just standing in the protection fence looking down, so, fearful I started walking towards the edge of the race, just to realize that, in fact, there was a car overturned to below it. It could hardly be distinguished, for the large number of shrubs and bushes covered it almost entirely. At that moment I saw that man without thinking twice he jumped the protection fence of the road and began to go down towards the truck. This was something I also did practically automatically. I guess it' s just something people do without really questioning wanting to help.

1:07:32 I remember I went down to tell that man that it was best to call the police to do their job. I wasn' t even wondering how he found out. All I wanted at the time was to help, so I managed to get down. As soon as I arrived, I no longer saw that man anywhere. I even called him, but he didn' t answer. It should be noted that, in the time of this story, telephones were not as common as they are today. Of course they already existed, but it was very rare that someone had one and the signal was horrible. Almost everywhere. Personally, I didn' t have one, but believe me, if I had, it would have been hard to mark the police or any emergency service. Being in an area where there was no telephone signal, all I could do at the time was try to see if that man' s family was okay. So that' s what I did. When I just started opening the car door to check, I realized something horrible. In the back were two children, but they were no longer alive. I went to the seats across the street hoping to find who I was driving still alive.

1:08:46 But to my terror there were two people in the seats, one on the driver' s side and the other on the co- pilot. The one in the co- pilot' s seat was a woman, who was also dead. The worst thing was to see the driver, who had been the same man I had taken to that place. He had exactly the same wounds that I had seen, the ones that had begun to form. The closer we got to the crash site, the more he had died. At that moment I was so impressed that my stomach was turned. Honestly, I remember very soon after that I know that I went back up and went into the taxi and drove away from there to the nearest police station and informed them about what I had found. After that they made me give a statement because they actually found that family dead from a road accident. I' m not really sure what happened to them after that. I like to believe that some relative of yours claimed the bodies or something like that. Personally. I never saw that man again and whenever I remember this story, I get a lot of chills. But I am also a bit nostalgic about thinking that the man ' s last wish had been that his family wouldn' t stay there forever.

1:10:09 And he did everything he could to get someone to at least find them dolls at the gas station. Technically, I' m not a taxi driver, but an uber driver, although I guess it ends up being the same thing at the end of the day. Anyway, this is something that happened to me when I was twenty- five when I finished college, I couldn ' t find work in the area I specialized in. So, trying to survive on my own, I ended up driving Uber As part of my job, I wanted to raise enough money so I could at least rent something of my own and finally get out of my parents' house. In fact, the job was quite normal and relaxed. Of course, you come across a lot of people who are abusive or rude and also weird people. I guess there' s a little bit of everything in this world. This is not something that happened to me with any passenger or person. Rather, it was something that I cannot find a logical explanation for to this day. I had been working for Uber for about half a year and, as I mentioned earlier, I was trying to raise as much money as possible, so I usually didn' t reject anything and once a very close friend of my mom wanted me to take her too far away. It was about forty minutes on the road, but not only that, but it was at eleven thirty at night,

1:11:41 so it would be coming back to my house practically in the morning. This lady insisted very much. She said that, given the insecurity at the time in the country, she could not trust anyone else to take her. Besides, he offered me a pretty generous paycheck to do it, so I decided he would. At first everything was normal. We got very little traffic, so it took us exactly about forty minutes to get to the destination and once I was there, I helped her bring down all the things she was carrying and after she paid me, I started driving back to my house as soon as possible. I was listening to music when I suddenly realized I was almost out of gas. This seemed a little strange to me, because I was more than sure that I still had enough left to go and come back without any trouble from that place. But since I had no other explanation, I assumed that I had probably overspent without realizing it and that I would stand at the next gas station to fill the tank and perhaps buy something to drink, as I was also starting to feel a little tired. But the really strange thing started to happen when I didn' t see any gas stations in sight. I think I drove like five kilometers without seeing any and there was also no sign indicating that there was any nearby one. I was beginning to despair thinking that maybe the car would shut me down and I would be stranded

1:13:13 almost half way out of nowhere, since the place I had gone to leave that woman was quite retired. I was thinking about how awful that possibility is. When all of a sudden, I saw a gas station a few meters away, it looked like it was working, since everything was on, so I sighed relieved and turned around to park in the bomb, although once I was there, I realized the first weird thing, and it' s just that no one came to take care of me for a moment I thought that the employees might be distracted and that they hadn' t noticed me, since I was the only one there and as the road I was on was too deserted, it might well not be common to see so many cars. So late I got out of the car to make them realize that there was someone there, although I quickly realized that the place seemed completely empty as if there was no one. I started walking around the gas station bombs a little bit to see if I found any employees, but there was no one. I turned to the self- service store and, although I could not see very well I could distinguish some silhouettes inside, I assumed that maybe everyone was in there for some reason so I started walking there. The closer I got, I realized that those silhouettes I saw were not moving at all, but I could also notice that they were not exactly human, because when I was close enough I realized that in fact, there were not people inside, but dolls.

1:14:45 They were like many stuffed animals and dolls of different shapes, colors and sizes, all scattered throughout different parts of the store. They weren' t moving or anything. But it was still quite disturbing to look. It looked something like the island of the dolls, only in a store many of these dolls were not exactly new. It was more like they' d been picked up from anywhere, including the trash. Many of them were either getting stuffed or had no limbs or were damaged in some way. I tried to look at someone in charge, but I couldn' t see her. Actually, this scene became so strange to me that I just started backing back hoping that everything was maybe some kind of joke. I didn' t really care to know. I just wanted to get out of there. As soon as I turned it around, first I saw it were more dolls were lying everywhere, even some were in the chest of my car. And even though by that time I kept trying to get to the idea that it might well be a very elaborate joke, I could only think that there was no way they would put all that without me realizing it and in such a short time, but still I tried to act the quietest thing about it and walk towards my car trying not to step on any doll. I don' t know exactly how to say this, but from what I remember, every time I turned my

1:16:15 eyes and looked back to anywhere there were more dolls. It was like they showed up out of nowhere and I just started running towards the car. I closed the door and drove making all the stuffed animals on the car fall off and once far enough away, I saw the sign from another gas station, so I drove over there. That was an ordinary gas station I was seriously too disturbed yet and the people at the gas station noticed it almost instantly as they asked me if something had happened to me trying to get someone to talk me into it. I told them what happened to me. A few moments ago. They looked at each other and I couldn' t help but ask them what was going on. They told me that I was not the first person to come to that gas station, with very strange stories about that place, but that, to tell you the truth, the story was never the same. Sometimes it could be dolls, mannequins, or even ghosts. They told me that on one occasion a family arrived at that gas station and that there were people staring them in the eye and smiling. Besides, it seemed like they were teleporting from moment to moment. I asked them if there really was a gas station there and they said no and that, in fact, in the place where they indicated that everything had happened, there was only one big completely empty lot. I remember that at that time I was impressed by everything that happened, so I just filled in the gas tank and went my

1:17:49 way. Days later. I couldn' t stop thinking about it, so I went back to the place and, indeed, in the place I remembered there was only one big completely empty lot. To this day I don' t know what happened that night or that place. Some people I' ve told are of the opinion that this place could be a kind of portal, a failure in reality or something. Although I' ve looked into it. There' s never been a gas station there. The only thing that all the stories have in common is that a gas station is always mentioned, very different things always happen in it. I suppose it' s a mystery that harbors this world. Stories written and adapted by Lisa Hernández