No Querrás Ser Militar O Policía (Testimonios Reales) Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 First testimony. I will keep crucial details in private. It is enough that they know that reports arrived at the barracks about certain situations of alleged criminal activity, especially noises. Interestingly, the place reported. We were already looking at it because there were some indications that the place was related to the disappearance of people from nearby colonies, so we were sent to catalyze the place with the intention of the home to be possible an arrest or, at least some drop of criminals, which would happen first, but we could not return empty- handed. When we got to the place right away by the sheer façade, we had a bad feeling. It' s going to sound weird what I ' m going to tell you, but see if you make me understand the place was abandoned, but it gave us the impression that the place had been built with the intention of never inhabiting. I don' t know how else to write what we all thought at the time. With the decision taken, we proceeded to move cautiously towards housing. The sergeant, always at the front, was guiding us with manual signals telling us how to distribute us to cover more terrain efficiently. As we approached the unpleasant smell, a mixture of moisture intensified and something else we could not identify, which increased our alertness. When inspecting the perimeter of the house we found several broken windows and the main door

1:42 ajar evident signs that the place had been abandoned long before entering. The sergeant met us briefly to reiterate the importance of staying together and communicating constantly. We knew that, although the place seemed uninhabited, we should be prepared for any situation. We entered into formation with two soldiers at the front, the sergeant in the middle and the rest, covering the flanks and the rear. The lanterns illuminated the dark interior, revealing furniture, broken debris and walls full of graffiti. The atmosphere inside was suffocating, with a stagnant air that made breathing difficult. As we moved forward, one of the soldiers at the front pointed to a subtle noise coming from the second floor. We all stopped listening carefully.

2:36 After a brief moment of silence, the sound was repeated as if something or someone moved cautiously. The sergeant, after a sign, decided to split us into two groups. One would stay on the ground floor securing the exit, while the other, led by him, would go up to investigate the origin of the noise. The group assigned to the ground floor was sanitized in strategic points, maintaining a security perimeter, while the second group ascended slowly down the stairs that creaked under the weight of our steps. Upon reaching the second floor, we found a corridor that distributed to several rooms. The sergeant pointed to the room where the sound seemed to come from. With extreme caution.

3:23 We' re approaching the door in the open. The sergeant, with one gesture, directed two soldiers to position themselves on either side of the entrance with a quick movement. One of them pushed the door, while the other pointed his flashlight inward, ready for any eventuality. To our surprise, the room was empty saved by an old closet at the bottom of where the noises seemed to come from. We approach by keeping the formation ready to react. When we opened the closet, we found a scared little dog, probably abandoned and trapped there for days. The following rooms offered a scene of abandonment and desolation, with vestiges of recent occupation, among which we found feathers, satanic symbols such as staves and other incomprehensible marks. As we advanced the air became heavier, impregnated with a smell of moisture. The presence of bats and stains that suggested being dry blood on the damaged wooden floor added a macabre atmosphere to the place. Faced with the evidence of possible dark rituals, we agreed to immediately communicate our position and findings. However, a heartbreaking cry interrupted our plans instinctively.

4:50 We checked our weapons and equipment before proceeding. We moved cautiously to form a defensive line as we moved towards the origin of the cry. Arriving at one of the alcoves and projecting the light on it, the figure of a young woman dressed in a jacket, coffee and a hat was drawn before us. His presence was as unexpected as it was disconcerting. In that context, everything became confusing when we heard screams coming from the ground floor that seemed to be from our companions. And it is that not only were the screams, but, at the time they were heard, the woman who was in front of us also disappeared being certainly dislocated. We went down to the first floor to find out what was going on, but it turned out that our colleagues had already left the place. We located them in a nearby wooded area, wounded and in a state of shock. The severity of his injuries, especially of one who had suffered severe eye damage, required immediate evacuation. We assist him by applying first aid with the means available and preparing for the transfer.

6:03 As we headed for the exit, a threatening presence materialized a black wolf of abnormal proportions stalked us. The confrontation was inevitable, but the beast proved surprisingly agile and resilient. Withdrawal became our only viable option. The creature chased us through a good stretch, but we finally managed to escape its reach. Of course, when we returned to HQ, we invented another story about what had happened, something that was credible, because, obviously, they would take us for crazy if we told the truth. So, as the explanation we provided, it did not include any reason not to return to the place, as we were sent back. The only difference is that we were more now.

6:50 Our second raid on the house began under the cloak of a moonless night. The darkness was denser, almost palpable. As we went back into the abandoned structure. The silence was disturbing. The atmosphere charged with unexplained energy made it difficult to remain calm. When we reached the point where we had found the young woman, we stopped. There was no sign of her or any sign that anyone had been there recently. However, a sudden cold enveloped us and a feeling of being watched took hold of each of us. We decided to split into two groups to cover more ground. My group took the ground floor, while the other went up to inspect the upper rooms. It was not long before the silence broke again this time by the sound of something crawling through the walls, followed by whispers that seemed to come from all directions. But as much as we heard, we didn' t see anything in that.

7:55 We heard the door moved. A man came in, an old man, quick, quick. We all went over him. We subdued him and took him off the property. We questioned him about his presence at the site, but he refused to speak. We also asked him questions about the apparent rituals and, over so much, weird noises, but his silence remained. We gave him a couple of unfriendly pats, climbed him to one of the vehicles and went to the barracks on the way. I asked him about that huge canine we' d seen there. He did speak, but his answer was not at all what I expected. What he said was that sometimes he couldn ' t control himself. Second or testimony. Several years ago, at the beginning of my police career, I plunged into that world with a spirit full of illusions and a deep desire to make a difference. My coach' s tutelage fell on a superior, a tired- eyed veteran, stories silenced by time, who would theoretically be my mentor and guide on this newly discovered and challenging path. My expectations were rising. I saw my first rounds as a whirlwind of action and constant learning, where every dark corner of our city promised to reveal a vital lesson. However, what I found was far from the

9:28 heroic scenes my instructor had painted in my mind. Far from being the beacon of dedication I expected, it was the very embodiment of apathy, a figure I soon learned to recognize among the shadows of our duty. Our patrols were reduced to mere aimless walks, always culminating in some place forgotten by the world, where he gave himself to rest, under the excuse of watching from the dark to the beginning he opted for silence, swallowing my frustration and discontent the fear of reprisals, both on his part and of a system that seemed to endorse these negligent practices. I kept quiet that gag broke the day a formal complaint at the police station exposed the truth of our conduct. The denunciation of some attentive observer painted our patrol, not as protectors, but as mere statues in the urban landscape. After being discovered, we were relegated to an even further area, perhaps in an attempt to hide from the accusing gazes for a short time. The diligence seized our actions, motivated perhaps by the fear of new complaints or the shame of being unmasked. But the nature of my superior soon revealed himself again, finding a new hiding place for his naps in an abandoned alley, a place where the shadows danced to the beat of oblivion.

11:01 It was during one of those breaks. When a roar broke the silence a sound so intense and sudden that it seemed to tear the night itself my heart, driven by a mixture of adrenaline and curiosity, urged me to investigate. However, my superior, with a calm that bordered indolence, restrained me from his firm and definitive voice. He suggested that it was best to ignore and return to the base. It' s time to finish. He claimed by closing any possibility of discussion by taking the wheel his haste to move us away from the place was palpable, an attitude that, far from inspiring, only allowed to see a deep and disturbing disinterest. I wondered in silence how someone of his caliber could wear the badge living outside of any duty immersed in an apathy that stained the uniform we wore during our patrols. I never saw him leave the car and he was caught up in a dilemma. Complaining it meant confronting the comrade who joined him with the chief of the police station, risking being expelled on fabricated charges. That night, when we were parked back in the dark alley, my eyes caught the silhouette of a woman dressed in white, stepping into the shadow. Just a few minutes after his entrance, the air was filled with a heartbreaking lament. Convinced that the woman was in danger,

12:33 I did not hesitate to leave the patrol to help her. My irritated superior questioned my action with a tone that was angry. I explained to her that a woman had entered the alley in apparent search for help. Ignoring my words, He with obvious annoyance, claimed not to have heard such a plea and urged me to return to the vehicle, arguing that it was time to finish our shift. Before mr. My excitement threatened to report to me, putting my position without an alternative at risk I was reluctant to keep my job. During my return, my superior warned me severely, suggesting that avoiding unnecessary problems and risks was key to returning home with ours. His serious question implied that prudence was our best ally in police work. On the way to the police station. A radio call altered our course. A female scream was reported in an alley. The irony of fate He wanted the place mentioned to be precisely the place where he had observed the woman enter, although my superior was weighed down, for he longed to finish the shift. He accelerated to the alley responding to the call with visible sluggishness. Upon arrival I was assigned to explore a section of the dark passage. The dense darkness enveloped me making vision difficult at a short distance. Despite my thorough search, I found no trace

14:05 of the woman. When my superior called me, I ran to him, realizing that the figure following him was the same woman as before. His indifference to my superior' s attempts to stop her was palpable. I tried to approach with kindness, offering him help and the protection of the law. As my superior continued in his efforts, his impatience grew by ordering me to set aside determinedly, he stood in front of the woman, implying that others would take care of her, as our turn had ended. However, by confronting her directly, her reaction was pure instinct. He urged me to run towards the patrol. Confused by his sudden fear, I decided to be unable to understand the origin of his terror from a distance. My superior urged me to return to the patrol without delay, threatening to abandon. My concern for the woman, who seemed to ignore my presence and the danger surrounding her, prompted me to act. I decided to lead her out of the alley by holding her arm, but in doing so I felt something was deeply wrong. It was then that the cries of my superior intensified, urging me to return urgently the reason for his panic rebelled before my eyes. The figure I had believed to be human showed a face not of flesh and bone, but of skull.

15:31 A vision that iced the blood. The adrenaline seized me and ran towards the patrol with the supernatural entity almost within reach. Fortunately, my superior, with the vehicle already in motion, managed to get away from that apparition once safely, instead of finding some comfort in his words, I was received with reprimands. He advised me to get used to such horrors, arguing that they were a daily part of our evening rounds. As we approached the police station, it became clear to me that we should remain silent about the incident, treating it as a mere illusion. This experience, far from being a point of support, became a cruel reminder of the reality of our work. Third testimony. During my time in the army I' ve seen everything. Being part of the National Guard means you have only one mission to take care of people no matter what. That means being ready for anything, even if that means putting your life on the line. Once, about six years ago, we were on a mission after a natural disaster. The thing is, it wasn' t a typical mission. We had to implement Plan d N three in a part of the country that always has it hard With these things, especially in the center. Going to these places isn' t like going for

17:02 a walk in the park. Sometimes you have to leave the vehicle behind and get in the way where no one else would go. Like that time in Slitla, we had to leave the truck and get in the weeds, opening up to machetazos to reach a village that was completely isolated, and all this as a downpour fell that he did not let see. There were five of us in the brigade telling me, and even though the weather was against it, we moved on. The thunder didn' t stop and the rays fell so close that we got into some banana plants to cover us we took a five minute break there following orders from above. It was at that moment that I pulled out my canteen. I took some water and felt the weight of tiredness. But after that short break we moved on, although we were looking for a point of reference. It seemed that we had been lost and no thought of taking the usual path was s s s closed by the risk of collapses. This was the kind of situation that made you wonder why you chose this path in life. But at the same time you knew the answer.

18:11 We were there to make a difference, to help those who needed it the most, no matter how hard the road was or how heavy the uniform felt. And although at that time, with the rain beating and the uncertain path, the last thing in our mind was to surrender. The mission was clear and our commitment to the people who expected our help was stronger than any storm on that mission, just as we thought we had seen enough with the storm, something happened that none of us expected from nothing. One of the comrades says he sees someone in the distance going down the slope on horseback and with a torch in his hand, something that didn' t make sense under that downpour. We got a little closer and saw the man slid in the mud, but the weird thing was that the rain didn' t turn off his torch. We were about 15 meters away when we decided to bend down and send one of us to talk to him. The companion ran back pale as if he had seen a ghost, telling us that the man was missing part of his face and before he spoke again, a ray lit up the scene, allowing us to see the man for an instant, his appearance was grotesque, with one side of his face completely disfigured. The silence was made between us. The decision of what to do Next was interrupted by a strange sound, a murmur that seemed to come from man. It was a mixture of

19:44 lamentation with a mocking laugh with great care. We got close until we had him almost across the street. It was then that the horse rose on two legs as if it wanted to intimidate us, but what really left us frozen was to see that the animal was missing its hooves. Having only stumps. Suddenly, the man falls to the ground and the horse becomes fire rolling downhill. We' re shocked. Seeing all this, when we finally approached the man, we confirmed what our partner had said was missing a piece of his face. We knelt beside him our attention divided between his condition and the place where the horse had disappeared. The man, despite his terrible wound, was conscious of his eyes filled with indescribable terror and confusion. He tried to talk, but only managed to make a faint murmur. There was no time to waste. We knew we needed to act quickly to help him. Searching our backpacks we found the first aid kit, although we doubted our ability to treat a wound of such magnitude. While two of us were trying to give him first aid, another member of the brigade explored the surroundings looking for some sign of the horse or an explanation for what we had just witnessed, but there was nothing, just the rain, the darkness and the silence of the night.

21:14 The situation was complicated by every minute that passed. The man, though seriously injured, tried to communicate with effort. He managed to articulate a few words that left us even more bewildered. He told us it wasn' t safe for us at the time and then, as if nothing, disappeared, we were all completely baffled and we were scared some more than others. We rushed our way to the point where we should help people, but what we had seen or didn' t get out of our head. When we talk to the locals, we ask about what happened. An old man told us that what we saw was the charro, a spectrum known in those parts.

22:00 This meeting left us thinking of all the stories and mysteries that exist in places like this. Fourth testimony. My name is ernesto and I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other by name. My father. He was a man dedicated to agriculture and I always thought he would follow in his footsteps by working the land that had been in our family for generations. However, life has unexpected ways of guiding us along undrawn paths. When I was young, I witnessed how violence and crime began to appear in the quiet streets of our town. One day, a good childhood friend was involved in problems, problems that led him to a tragic end at the hands of those who took advantage of the most vulnerable. That shook me deeply, changing my perception of the world and the role I wanted to play in it, I decided that I could not stand by, watching my home crumble in the face of corruption and fear. So, contrary to my family' s wishes, I joined the Police Academy looking to make a difference, protect those who couldn' t do it for themselves. It was a difficult road, full of challenges and moments in which I doubted my abilities, but my determination was always stronger.

23:29 After years of hard work and dedication, I returned to my people as a policeman, proudly wearing the uniform that symbolized my commitment to the justice and security of my community. That' s how I found myself working at the local police station, firmly believing that I could be a beacon of hope in dark times. And then that night came. It was a particularly quiet night, of those where the wind barely whispers between the empty streets and the moon and the full moon illuminates the darkest corners. I was in charge of the separators that night, a usually quiet task, where the most exciting thing used to be the sound of coffee dripping in the old police station machine. However, everything changed when they were still detained around midnight. His presence was disturbing, not only because of his behavior, but because of his appearance was high, with an almost spectral thinness that made his clothes hang from his body as if he were a mannequin. His skin was pale in an almost blind tone, which further highlighted the deep dark circles under his eyes, eyes that seemed not only to look at you, but to see you beyond what one would consider normal. Her hair was black and messy, falling on her forehead in a careless way and each time she smiled she revealed a series of surprisingly white and sharp teeth, contrasting disturbingly with the darkness of her gaze and the paleness

25:02 of her skin. They accused him of wandering near the houses, looking inward through the windows. Although he didn' t admit anything, he only smiled in a way that set his hair on edge. His attitude was calm, too calm for someone in his situation, adding an additional layer of mystery and tension to the air of the police station. They decided to lock him in one of the separators while processing his detention. I was assigned to keep an eye on him, make sure he didn' t cause trouble until he decided what to do with it. At first everything seemed normal. The detainee sat in the corner of his cell with his head down and that disturbing smile, still adorning his face. After a few hours, strange things began to happen, phenomena that could not explain how police or skeptical. The blackouts were common in the village, but that night. Every time the lights flashed and we plunged into the dark, things were happening that challenged all logic. Not only could I hear whispers coming from his cell, whispers that seemed to argue with each other in an unknown language, but I also felt a cold presence passing by me. Every time the lights went out, it was as if the darkness became denser palpable, almost as if you could touch it. In addition to the whispers and physical sensations, objects began to move on their own.

26:36 An old chair we used for interrogations slowly slipped down the station floor as pushed by invisible hands. The papers shook for no apparent reason and once the cup of coffee I had left on my desk crashed into the opposite wall as if someone had thrown it hard. But the most disturbing thing happened when, in the middle of one of those blackouts, the detainee' s reflection appeared in the mirror of the interrogation room. Looking directly into my eyes, the strange thing was that the mirror was facing a blind wall and the detainee should have been in his cell. Get out of my sight. His reflection smiled.

27:18 That disturbing and too broad smile before it faded, just as the lights went back on, I decided to confront him by asking him where those sounds came from. But every time I approached his Cell, a sense of immense terror invaded me as if something evil were present, he simply looked up and with that smile he told me, without moving his lips, that everything would be fine at dawn. When my companions arrived, we entered their Cell together to find it empty, there was no way I could have escaped. The only logical explanation was that it was never there, that everything was the product of my imagination, but the whispers that sense of fear were too real. When I checked the security footage, to my surprise, only I appeared on them talking alone and reacting to things that weren' t there. Since that night I began to question my sanity, wondering if what I lived was real or just a trick of my Mind still. In the depths of my being I cannot shake the feeling that something disturbing was with me that night in the separators, something that perhaps transcends our understanding of reality. I leave this story as a testimony to what happened. Even though many do not believe, some will know that there are things in this world that we cannot explain and sometimes these

28:49 things are not found when we least expect it. Fifth testimony my name is Manuel Jiménez Velázquez and I am from Oaxaca. As a military man, I ' ve lived many things I' ll never forget. The experiences I faced in my career not only tested my physical value, but also my mental strength. Among those memories is one that stands out above the rest, a story that I sometimes hesitate to tell, not out of fear that they will not believe me, but out of fear of reviving those moments by just mentioning them.

29:30 My troop and I had to go into the mountains, away from everything for months. We lived under the sky, using the bedland at night, under the stars strange things happened that had no explanation. We heard screams and laments and saw shadows run through the meadows, disappearing as if nothing. Despite being strong soldiers. Those nights put the unknown to the test. He followed us at every step defying our courage. I will never forget one particular night, when the moon was so high and clear that it seemed day we were used to the noises of nature, but that night the silence was absolute.

30:15 Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly I looked at my companions looking for some explanation, but their faces reflected my own confusion and fear. That' s when we saw them darker tall figures than the night itself moving between the trees on the edge of our camp. They weren' t human or animals we could recognize. Some of us tried to get guns in our hands, but the figures were disemboweled before we could even aim. The following nights were just as disturbing. One night, while guarding with a companion, a terrible cry came to us with the wind. We all woke up listening to those sounds for a while. We decided to find out where they were coming from with two companions on horseback and went to investigate, but we found nothing.

31:11 The next day we followed our path until we met another troop. At nightfall, we rested a little before moving on. Me and some of our partners got ahead of us all of a sudden. The laments returned very close as they advanced, the screams became louder, the horses refused to follow. Then we saw a huge tree with bodies hanging, women, men boys moving and crying the horses and we were terrified. We could only return the image of that tree and the bodies swinging in the wind, it was engraved in my mind as a nightmare from which you cannot wake up. No one could sleep that night. The lan guas and fear were felt in the air and the silence of the camp was testimony to the horror we had witnessed the next day.

32:07 With the first ray of light. We decided to return to the place armed and prepared to face whatever was necessary, but when the tree arrived it was empty. There were no bodies or signs that the night before something happened there we looked around thinking maybe we had the wrong place, but there was no other tree like that in miles around. Confused and still fearful, we returned with the troops telling what we had seen. Some thought it was the product of tiredness and stress, but others, the older ones, looked at us with a mixture of understanding and sorrow, as if they knew what we were talking about, but preferred not to remember it. Upon returning with our commander to the location of the discovery, the scene had not changed. The bodies already n n n n ns as we had found them the first time.

33:01 That was even weirder, because we had already gone looking for nothing, and now there was everything again. The state of decomposition of the bodies indicated that they had been abandoned to their fate for days, perhaps weeks, in that desolate place, without identifications or belongings that revealed their history. We only had to speculate about the circumstances that led them there. The feeling of unbelief took hold of us. As we examined the place carefully among the trees, we began to notice small marks, carved symbols in the bark that we had not seen before. They were strangers, they did not correspond to any language or symbolology known to us. Some seemed to indicate directions, while others were more abstract. We were ordered to bury the bodies. The silence of the environment was not broken only by the sound of our shovels. By digging the improvised tombs. We work quietly. Each one plunged into his thoughts, wondering about the lives of those strangers, but above all wondering what had happened.

34:15 The fact that the bodies were later didn' t and then yes again didn ' t make any sense. Something in me intuited that the finding had not been chance. That' s what I thought at the time, and that ' s what I keep thinking now. But things didn' t end there. A few days later, when we were already going to withdraw from the area, we passed near the place and the bodies were not buried. They were back, just like we found them the first time. So many years later, I am still disturbed by the idea of imagining what such a sinister thing might be the explanation of that situation. Sixth testimony. In those nineties, when conflicts were still resounding in the streets, my partner and I, in a night guard, received a call alerting us about suspicious movements around the abandoned house. That structure, unoccupied after the hasty departure of its last tenants, was enveloped in rumors and mysteries that no one had dared to unravel until that night. My skepticism of the paranormal was firm. The stories of apparitions seemed unfounded to me, but that perception was about to face an unexpected test.

35:42 As we approached the house, my partner claimed to have seen a shadow lurking near a window on the second floor, Following his indication, I focused my gaze towards the place, but only found the darkness that was hovering over the house. We entered cautiously and the sound of footsteps and laughter began filming from the shadows, suggesting the presence of intruders. With a gesture from my companion, we advance in silence, prepared to confront any soul that disturbs the peace of the place. In unison. We climbed to the second floor shouting warnings and prepared to use force. If necessary, but when we arrived we ran into the void. The house, abruptly silent, seemed to mock our presence. Despite our meticulous search, no corner revealed the presence of the alleged intruders. My partner' s hypothesis that perhaps he had noticed our arrival and they hid soon was discarded. Room after room, The stage was the same, an immutable will of abandonment. The mystery of the house deepened with every step we took in the absence of any human being. Far from calming down, he began to sow one in a state of uneasiness. The idea of returning unharmed lost its appeal to the inexplicable atmosphere around us. As the reappearance of the steps and laughter descended from the second floor my companion stopped us with

37:13 a whisper. He proposed to ascend again this time with greater stealth, in an attempt to discover the source of those sounds. However, when we reached the second floor we were again alone, faced with a calm that challenged logic. An additional room check confirmed our initial suspicion. There was no one but us in the house. Disconcerted but determined, we returned to the first floor determined to abandon the house. However, just as he tried to get out, echoes of steps and laughter resounded once again from the second floor, with just a few steps separating us from the top. My companion, with a firmness trying to hide his restlessness, shouted into the void that no one should move. It was disconcerting every time we approached the origin of those sounds they stopped leaving us in a sepulchral stillness when we inspected the second floor again.

38:14 The absence of any physical presence confused us even more how it was possible that those noises left no trace of their origin. My initial skepticism toward the supernatural began to waver at these inexplicable events. Despite this, I forced myself to keep composure, checking every corner of the rooms in the hope of finding something. In concluding our search without results, my disturbed companion proposed to leave the place, suggesting that we did not confront beings of this world. Faced with my confusion, I insisted that we should keep looking, convinced that someone was still playing hide- and- seek, but my partner' s seriousness stopped me. His insistence on two leaving the house was unusual, either by the patrol. My partner finally approached the subject before I could argue my skeptical position.

39:10 Something or someone at the window caught my attention by bringing it to my partner. He stopped me with a stern warning, assuring us that we were not facing mortals, but spiritual entities. His explanation tried to make sense of the events, the laughter without source, the impossible disappearance of the alleged intruders and our inability to find someone. Despite the exhaustive searches. Although his logic was clear, my mind struggled to accept the conclusion that we had had a meeting with the paranormal. In an attempt to avoid further disagreements, I decided not to officially report the incident, letting the experience remain with us. Reflecting on that night, I find myself at a crossroads of beliefs. The part of me that seeks logical and rational explanations, clashes with the evidence of an experience that defies any conventional explanation. The possibility of the paranormal being real hangs over me leaving me with more questions than answers. Although the idea of attributing it to ghosts could simplify things, doubt remains, turning that encounter into a persistent mystery that still challenges my understanding. Stories written and adapted by Ramiro contreras