Periodistas Experimentando Sucesos Paranormales Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Damn building. I' m a night editor. My office is pure, quiet and shadows in the middle of the sleeping city. For years I have heard the voices of the night, but none as disturbing as the one that first appeared long ago. It was an ordinary night. The street lights were draining and the noise of my typewriter keys was the only thing present inside my office. Suddenly, a chill ran through my back. I had not seen anything or heard any strange noise, but the feeling that I was not alone was clinging to me. I tried to concentrate on my work, but the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive. Then I heard a very low noise barely perceptible I asked who was there, but only the echo of my voice could be heard.

1:03 My hands were shaking as I turned on all the lights in the office, but the feeling of a presence persisted as if something was hiding in the darkest part of the room. I really wasn' t a person who got carried away by fear. In fact, I was used to working at night, but since that day I had a bad feeling that something bad would happen. Since that night, those noises became a constant presence in my night life, an unwanted company that chased me even beyond the walls of my office. But that was just the beginning. The real apparitions were yet to come filling my world with terror. Once, the doorman in the building where my office was located always greeted me with a dubious look and a restless question. That man every night questioned me if I wasn' t afraid to go up to the twelfth floor. Only at first did I think it was just an exaggeration, a way to spend time on the long nights on call, but eventually I began to wonder if there was anything else behind his words. Every night, as I entered the building I felt a presence watching from the shadows of the stairs, the corridors seemed longer and darker than usual. Similarly, the building remained in spectacular silence. I held on to my rationality, attributing these

2:38 sensations to my imagination for the long hours of night work. I was a little upset all the time. He drank a lot of coffee and energy drinks to last the night. One day I arrived earlier than usual at work, so I approached the doorman, who began to talk about various things. But in a moment of silence, that man with a grave gaze confessed to me that the building was full of secrets, stories, tragedies and tormented souls that still roamed its corridors. That man, by Joseph' s name, had quite a few years working in the building. In fact, he was a mature man. Joseph told me about former tenants who had mysteriously disappeared, about strange events that occurred in the darkest hours of the night and about a dark past that had been known for years. It was clear that it was not only a soul in sorrow. As I listened to their accounts, a slight sense of fear took hold of me. For a moment I thought it was just a bad move by that man who knew he was the only one in the building who worked at night with just two more companions. I hadn' t felt why I should cause fear. So, as I continued with my questions, I knew that man was very wise, for my own supernatural experiences

4:08 in my personal life and professional field took on a new meaning. One night, when I arrived at the building, I decided to take the elevator instead of the stairs. I climbed up and pressed the button for the twelfth floor, but instead of climbing the elevator stopped abruptly between two floors, Remaining in a darkness, my heart began to pound hard as I tried to keep calm. I repeatedly pressed the emergency call button, but no response came from the other side. The silence was absolute, interrupted only by the distant buzz of the elevator machinery. Then the real terror began in the middle of the darkness and despair I felt inside the elevator. I started to hear laughter, but it wasn' t just any kind of laughter. They went from mocking laughter, full of malice and contempt that were present in the elevator. Scared I asked who was there. My voice was shaky, but laughter only increased in intensity. The funny thing is, there was no shadow or trace of anyone.

5:23 It was just the laughs. Those who listened to each other in the background. Minutes passed, but the elevator was still motionless, as if trapped in a distorted time. The laughter continued unceasingly, as if the shadows themselves were making fun of my despair, At that moment I thought I was going to go crazy. Time became eternal and I felt that I would not find an answer. Finally, when my forces were on the verge of collapse, the flashing lights of the elevator turned on again and the doors opened slowly, opening the dark corridor of the twelfth floor with a sigh of relief. I staggered out of the elevator shaking from head to toe because of the terrifying experience I had just lived in that moment I rushed to find the old doorman for Joseph in search of answers. I found him sitting in his chair by the entrance. I remember how I was short of breath at the time. I told him that I had been trapped in there for a long time and received no answer. The doorman looked at me with serious eyes as if I were in a world totally different from mine, but he told me that I had not noticed anything unusual. I insisted that something strange was happening in the building, mentioning the mocking laughter I had heard while I was trapped in the darkness of the elevator, Joseph frowned at my words as if he was remembering some

6:57 forgotten memory. That man reminded me again that the building had its own secrets. But also at that moment he reminded me that I should be careful, because I knew that those laughter were a sign that something very bad was near to happening. His words only served to increase my anxiety. That night I remember not being able to sleep. I knew what had happened was something from another world. I didn' t understand why those shadows made fun of me. Everything was very confusing and complicated. The experience in the elevator and the warnings of Joseph became an obsession. I needed to understand what was going on in that building. So, armed with a mixture of curiosity and fear, I began to investigate his story. I had an ease for the investigation.

7:50 I knew it would cost me a little work, but I' d investigate the truth. My search led me to the local archives and to the city ' s vires libraries, where I spent hours checking old newspapers and forgotten records. It was there in the yellowish pages of a newspaper fifty years ago that I found the key to the mystery in an article I read about a tragedy that had shaken the community. A whole family had been pressed into the elevator of the building that at the time had only twelve floors, precisely because at present it already had twenty- four. The article described with chilling details how the elevator had collapsed unexpectedly, trapping parents and their two young children. Emergency services took hours to release them, but by then it was too late, as I read a chill. He toured my back the names of the family members. Their faces on the bad- quality photographs were etched in my mind.

8:56 Their spirits seemed to have been trapped in the place of their tragic death, unable to find peace. All of a sudden, it all made sense of mocking laughter, disturbing shadows, the constant feeling of being observed. The presences I had felt were not mere imaginations, but the restless spirits of that unfortunate family. With a heavy heart, I returned to the building that very night. I felt a mixture of fear and a need to confront the shadows that had tormented me. As Joseph entered, he looked at me with a grave expression, as if he knew that he had discovered the truth. At that moment I realized that man knew the whole truth. He assured me minutes after that place had been cursed. Since then he told me that few knew the true story. Just that family lived on the top floor, on the 12th floor where she worked every night. That' s where I understood what was happening. Those souls wanted to drive me crazy so I could run away from them. Joseph' s words were engraved on my mind. As I climbed the stairs to the twelfth floor. I knew I had to do something to free those trapped spirits, but I had no idea how. That night, in front of my office door, I felt an even stronger presence than

10:26 before. I closed my eyes and for the first time I could remember the blurry faces of those members. The air became icy and the lights flashed. The laughter turned into tears of despair. I felt an invisible hand touch my shoulder and knew that this was just the beginning. As the following nights passed, the atmosphere on the twelfth floor became even more oppressive. Now it wasn ' t just laughter or crying anymore. That torture had become shadows that surrounded two buildings became clearer and more persistent. Trying to concentrate on my work became impossible. My mind was obsessed with the souls of the building family. One night while I was writing an article. The air suddenly became icy and the lights flashed before they went out completely. The darkness enveloped me and at that moment I knew that there was not only one voice. Tenue was the one who broke the silence. At that moment I felt a chill travel through my body while the shadows I will remember all my life were present in front of me. Blurred but recognizable figures began to materialize. A woman with eyes full of sadness, a man with a severe face and two small children. Their eyes were penetrating and their bodies trembled slightly. My mind turned trying to ers

12:00 to understand what I was seeing at the time. I thought it was a figment of my imagination. He had not been able to fall asleep for a long time or for another. Second, I thought it was a dream, but deep down I knew I had to do something, but the reality of the situation had paralyzed me with fear. I could barely breathe as the figures moved slowly towards me. Suddenly, all the objects in my office began to move on their own. Papers were flying, chairs were dragging and the typewriter started typing alone. The lights went on and off frantically. The children' s soul clung to their mother' s legs. The man raised a hand, began to say many words in a language that he did not understand ever stronger until those words became screams. At that moment I decided to run away from the officer. I called the elevator quickly, but I knew those souls weren' t going to rest, so from one moment to the next.

13:07 Again I was locked in that elevator, along with those souls that this time had become present. In them there was clear pain and helplessness. I screamed very loudly to get away. The figures stopped and for a moment the chaos ceased. The man approached and with that voice and language he did not understand, I could only focus on his dark, red eyes. But before I could ask more, the figures vanished and everything was silent, as if everything had been a dream, but I knew it wasn' t. With my heart beating hard, I headed towards the basement of the building, descending down the stairs, dark and dusty, knowing that each step brought me closer to the truth and to the horrors it could reveal. From that moment on, I had decided not to use that damn elevator anymore. After a few minutes, frustrated and exhausted, I went up again to talk to Joseph, my only real companion on those nights full of mystery and terror. Upon arriving at the lobby, I found Joseph sitting in his usual chair, but something was terribly wrong. His expression was pure shock, his eyes wide open fixed at an indefinite point, I approached slowly calling him by his name, but he did not respond. That' s when I realized the awful truth. Joseph

14:41 had lost his life. His face was frozen and filled with horror as if he had seen something so dreadful that his heart could not bear it. A feeling of cold enveloped me and, despite feeling afraid, sadness won This time I tried to find some sign of what could have caused such a fatal impression on him. Looking closer, I saw that his hands were clinging to something in his lap, an ancient key worn by time. I took the key my hands shaking and felt an icy presence around me, as if the shadows themselves were watching every one of my movements with a knot in my stomach.

15:22 I knew that key was a clue, maybe the last one Jose had ever wanted to leave me. At that point, I called emergencies and described what happened. As help came, I checked the surroundings of the lobby looking for a lock that matched the key. Finally I found a small hidden door behind a faded tapestry, a door I had never noticed before. The key fit perfectly and the door opened with a squeak in the middle of the silence of the night. Behind the door one is a straddle made corridor descended even deeper into the illuminated building. Just because of the faint light of my flashlight I slowly came down to a small room that looked like an old office or file.

16:12 In that place I knew there was something hidden, but at that moment I was no longer interested in knowing. I knew it was a subject that, no matter how good it was in research, I couldn' t control, I couldn' t save those lost souls. Much less after I had killed Joseph, I went back to the vestibule, where Joseph' s body now remained with a more serene expression. His death had perhaps been the last act necessary to free the trapped souls and break the curse of the building, but it was something I did not know or care about at the time.

16:55 From that night on, the twelfth floor remained silent without further shadows to amazement, but I knew that I would never forget the horrors I had witnessed or the secrets I had unearthed. Months after those events, the news of the strange deaths and mysterious events in the building quickly spread the story of the family trapped in the elevator, the passing of Joseph and my own experiences became the subject of rumors and speculations throughout the city. People avoided the building like it was cursed. The tenants started moving one by one. Unable to withstand the ghost stories now surrounding the place. No one wanted to rent a place with such a dark and terrifying past. The owners, unable to find new tenants, finally decided to close the building. The windows were closed and the doors sealed with chains and locks. The days of activity and life in those corridors were over, leaving alone. The echo of past events often passed in front of the closed building, remembering Joseph' s candle nights and death the walls that once harbored so many lives and secrets, now stood silent and forgotten.

18:21 No one spoke openly of what had happened there, but everyone knew that that place was marked by a tragedy and an impossible curse to break and so the building was forgotten. But for me, the nights of terror and ghosts of the past would never completely fade away. In my memories, there would always be a dark corner where I could see and listen to that family, the child of the Balacera. My name is Michel and I always had a passion and fascination for journalism, mainly on a red note. One night, the darkness was present on the streets of the city as I was advancing towards my destiny as an investigative journalist, I had always been attracted to the mysteries and the gruesome tales, as well as being part of my job of delivering some good notes. That night, my chief of intelligence called me urgently. It was a broken traffic light on one of the busiest avenues in the city.

19:34 So I ventured to the scene of the events, along with my cameraman to witness what happened, as everything seemed to be a good quality report. The curious thing about that area was the series of inexplicable events that had frightened the community. Rumors of disappearances, sightings of ghostly figures and stories. We already had the direction of the place and while looking for something specific, an explosion broke the tranquility of the night, followed by the echo of heartbreaking screams. Without thinking about it. Twice I went to the origin of the sound looking for what caused that chaos. As I walked around a corner, I came across an unreal scene. It was an exchange of gunshots with bullets passing dangerously near me. I instinctively threw myself to the ground looking for shelter behind a trash can, while trying to capture every detail of what was happening around me.

20:37 It was then that I saw her a small figure, barely visible between the confusion and the smoke of the shots, a girl no more than ten years old, with eyes as dark as the night itself and a pale countenance and who seemed not to belong to this world. My eyes met theirs for a brief moment and in that fleeting encounter, I felt a chill running around my back there was something sinister in his gaze, something that went beyond the limits of the human and went into the unknown without warning. A stray bullet went through the air and crashed into the girl' s body, taking her life. In an instant and in less than a minute I could see how it fell to the ground. Her tiny figure was lying in the midst of the chaos surrounding her. The sound of the police sirens broke the air charged with tension, announcing the arrival of reinforcements and emergency bodies. The flashes of the red and blue lights lit up the scene as the agents opened their way between the disaster I remained paralyzed on the ground and my mind struggling to process what I had just witnessed. The image of the girl had been engraved on my mind, tormenting me with her sinister presence. It was only when a firm hand fell on my shoulder that I managed to turn my gaze away from that scene. I looked up to meet the worried face of one of the

22:11 police officers, who recommended that I get up and get away from danger with trembling hands. I stood up, allowing officers to take charge of the situation, as I watched from a distance I saw forensic experts coming to the place moving accurately and efficiently, as they collected evidence and lifted the bodies of the victims. To my horror, not only were the corpse of the girl who had witnessed death before my eyes taken away, but also of three other innocent victims, whose lives had been taken away by the rampant violence that had erupted on that dark street. My thoughts turned to the families of those victims, asking me who they were and what had led them to find themselves in the wrong place. At the wrong time, their faces, now silent and lifeless, became a shadow. But even in the midst of that chaos and despair, a question remained in my mind who that child was. One way or another, I needed to continue to investigate what happened, as I had to deliver a complete note of the facts with fear and adrenaline. From the traumatic experience I had just lived. I headed back to the newspaper newsroom. The images of the shooting and the mysterious girl kept spinning in my mind like pieces of a macabre puzzle. Upon arriving at the newsroom, I found the place

23:48 empty and wrapped in darkness. Most of my colleagues had already gone home, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the task of translating into words, the dark truth I had witnessed. That night I sat in front of my desk, letting my fingers slide over the keyboard as I tried to shape the story I had witnessed. Every word was an effort, every phrase a battle against my own memories and fears. It was in the midst of this writing process that I felt an inexplicable feeling that I was not alone. I looked up from my computer screen, looking for any sign of presence. As I looked into the farthest corner of the room, I looked at a barely perceptible figure, a dark outline that joined the shadows around him with trembling hands. I got up from my seat and slowly approached the figure and then, when I was close enough to distinguish the features of the face that watched me from the dark, a s s s s s ns. A feeling of panic took hold of me, because in that face I recognized the same dark and empty eyes of the girl who had lost her life in that event, and now she was standing, looking at me with an intensity that was freezing my blood,

25:18 a cry escaped from my lips as I receded, feeling the cold touch of reality. To fade around me was perhaps a ghost or an illusion created by my mind tormented by the shooting. I decided I needed a breather for a moment to clear my mind saturated with disturbing images. I left the newsroom and headed outside the building, looking for the soothing smoke from the cigar I had learned. I tried to put the events of that night behind me, but my mind was just thinking about it. It' s been years since something hit me like that. One way or another, I was used to seeing cruel scenarios. This one had something that tied me up. After a few minutes I decided it was time to go home and face the rest of the story. The next day I turned off my cigarette and headed towards my car, trying to ignore the feeling that something was not right, that something dark and unknown was watching me from the shadows. When I got home, I plunged into an uneasy dream full of nightmares. The next day I returned to the newsroom to face the truth behind those disturbing events. But what I found there was beyond anything I could have imagined. When I asked the different channels of persons in charge, I was assured that the body of that girl

26:52 was still in the amphitheater, because they had all been claimed except hers. It looks like he didn' t have a family. A doubt happened not only in my mind, but also in that of all the investigators, because they did not understand what a young girl did at that time in the middle of the street, determined to get answers where others had found only mystery, I went to the amphitheater of the local hospital, where the girl' s body had been taken for forensic examination. As I approached the place, an anxiety knot formed in my stomach, following the chilling experience I was about to live. The cold of the amphitheater greeted me with white lights. While walking, you could see in the distance the examination tables and metal cabinets that housed the bodies of the deceased. I was led to the table, where the girl' s body rested, surrounded by a curtain of privacy that concealed her figure with n with trembling hands. I pulled the curtain off and found myself face to face with the girl the night before. His face was completely pale, while his eyes remained open. Something very strange about the situation is that that girl kept a smile, but it wasn' t just anyone. It was a macabre thing, something that resembled the horrors I had witnessed all night

28:25 before. The forensic examiner approached me as I began to explain the findings of the autopsy, but my thoughts were far from there, trapped in the shadows of the past and the unanswered questions that tormented me. It was then, as I watched the girl' s inert body, that a sense of horror and recognition struck me hard because on that pale face I saw a flash of familiarity, a disturbing similarity. I still don' t remember exactly how I ran away from that place. All I know is that at that moment I felt an echo in my ears. I knew the search would take me beyond a simple note or journalistic work. It was something else, something I had chosen and I didn' t know why. After leaving the amphitheater, I was forced to face not only the darkness that tormented my mind, but also the fear that had awakened in the depths of my being I tried to cling to my professionalism, but every time I felt on the verge of madness.

29:38 I dived into my work, interviewing witnesses, reviewing files and searching every detail in search of clues that might shed light on the mystery that consumed me, but even though I tried to keep control over my fear. I couldn' t find a clear way out of what happened over time or mud. Fear became a constant presence in my life, a shadow clinging to my back and following me wherever I went. As much as he tried to ignore it, as much as he tried to drown him at work and the distractions were still there. The nights became a martyrdom. Every time I closed my eyes, thousands of nightmares came where the child appeared with a macabre laugh and deep eyes in my dreams. The girl took disturbing forms. His empty eyes looked at me with an intensity that would freeze my blood in the veins. His presence was in the midst of despair. I tried to seek refuge in the world of wilderness, desperately trying to avoid the dream and nightmares that accompanied it.

30:48 But even when my eyes were open, I could feel his presence, waiting for the right moment to manifest. Once again, nightmares began to see my life. I began to experience episodes of sleep paralysis, where I was trapped in my own bed, unable to move or scream. That pattern was always repeated, as the girl approached more and more. At other times I woke up in the middle of the night only to meet the pale, tiny figure of the girl standing at the end of my bed, her eyes empty fixed on mine. While a chill was running on my back, I tried to rationalize what I was experiencing, to seek logical and scientific explanations for the manifestations of terror that haunted me, but deep down I knew that there was something else at stake, something dark and sinister that hid in the shadows and made me tremble in fear. It was evident that I was in the midst of an emotional blockade, caught between the rationality that had defined my life and the fear that had taken over me since that night. As an investigative journalist, I had always been proud of my cold blood and my ability to keep calm in the most extreme situations, but this time fear clung to me as a persistent shadow, defying all my defenses and weakening my will. I could not

32:22 understand why that particular incident had affected me so deeply. I had seen violence and tragedy in all its forms throughout my career and had learned to keep an emotional distance from the events I covered. The child' s sinister presence had pierced all my defenses by wounding my mind in a way I could not understand. Maybe it was the fact that she was just a girl, an innocent victim trapped in a world of violence and darkness, or maybe it was her empty gaze. But what remained unintelligible was that no one had claimed his body.

33:02 It was like I didn' t really have an identity, but as much as I tried to understand the fear I kept growing inside me. I felt as if I was losing control over my own mind, as if I was being dragged into an abyss of terror from which I could not escape. One day determined to find answers, I went into the area where I had witnessed the shooting and the death of the mysterious girl. House by house, I asked the residents if they knew anyone who would fit the girl' s description in hopes of shedding light on her identity. After walking several streets without getting any meaningful clues, I arrived at a house at that time gently knocking on the worn wooden door, patiently waiting for someone to respond. From within a few minutes later, at ur that door opened slowly, revealing a hunched old woman with tired but wise eyes with a trembling voice. I asked her if she had seen or heard anything about a girl with characteristics similar to those she described. The old lady looked at me curiously and cautiously before inviting me into her house, but as the minutes passed she began to tell me a story. I' m completely frozen. She had lived in that house for decades watching in silence how the city changed around her. But there was something

34:36 else on that street, something that didn' t appear on maps or official records. The old lady told me about the nights of full moon, when a tormented spirit came out of the shadows herself had witnessed that on several occasions, always with the same physical descriptions that she had shared with me in s and s NS. Then the old lady revealed the truth she had been desperately seeking. That child was not an ordinary victim, but a tormented spirit wandering at night. That little girl was not just a figure of my imagination, but a real and powerful presence that had left an indelible mark in the history of that place. With a heart full of fear and amazement, I left the old woman' s house with the certainty that my search for the truth had come to an end. But as I walked through the dark and silent streets, I knew that there were still many unanswered questions, many unsolved mysteries in the dark and sinister world of the girl. Despite having found some answers, the child' s disturbing presence continued in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself trapped in a world of nightmares where the child kept appearing her empty eyes and disturbing whispers, filling my dreams with indescribable terror. I realized that leaving those traumatic events behind and moving on with my

36:09 journalistic life was the best option to preserve my sanity and emotional well- being. But as much as I tried to ignore the memories and visions that tormented me, the child continued to appear in my dreams as a shadow that refused to disappear at times. I went through that place and I keep remembering all the events that occurred in that area. The doubt really led me to go further than that, but I know that I should not mess with lost spirits, because sometimes that tends to drive people crazy. A curse fell on a dog. My boyfriend was a well- known columnist. I never feared anything raul. He was really passionate about his work everywhere and at all times he was in charge of writing the best notes. I wasn' t afraid of anything. He was a cold- blooded man, but deep down he knew that our loving relationship was very kind. We' d been dating for three years and everything was going in order. His work was very demanding, so much so that we didn' t have much time to see each other.

37:30 I knew it was something that made him passionate and happy. So the days and nights passed until one night, while we were dining together, a call came from work. It was at that time that he had to stop and, unfortunately, go on to do his job. I really understood everything, but deep down I was discouraged by the idea that we never had time for a special date. While I was listening to his call in the background, I could hear how far I knew he was laughing about anthropophagy or better known as cannibalism. The case was one dog who had eaten someone else' s head. Hearing that story to the point of hunger, it was truly taken away from me. I could not imagine how Raul was prepared professionally and personally to see such unpleasant situations. They quickly passed him the data on what happened and when he was about to leave, I told him I was with him.

38:28 At that moment, he looked at me with much doubt. He knew he supported his work, but he had a disagreement about living what was happening to him. There wasn' t much to think about or talk about, so we didn' t leave the restaurant and headed towards the direction they had given us. It was the report by a neighbor who had denounced in a fractionation the abandonment and foul smell of several dogs within a department. Allegedly two dogs had been abandoned by their owner, who had them in bad condition, which caused him to end up eating the other dog. While we were on our way. Something in me had a bad vibe. I felt like something bad was going to happen, but I also started to feel a little adrenaline, something that had never happened to me. We were going so fast that I kept thinking about all the possible situations of why someone abandons dogs like that.

39:30 Raul was going quietly. Everything became worrying. After about twenty minutes of travel, we arrived at the place. At that time we had already observed at least 10 patrols and emergency forces trying to resolve what happened. Similarly, there was an animal control van, which was trying to enter the house. At that time I went into a state of shock and Raul quickly got off to get the information he needed was at that time when one of the neighbors called him to make the corresponding report. In fact, that woman had been the one who had filed the complaint so that people would come to solve that mysterious matter. The outrageous situation was appreciated by the elements, who failed to rescue the dog, because apparently that dog had escaped, there was no trace of him. The neighbor said that it was an animal with a poor state of health, as well as the remains of the animal already deceased, who was headless in the midst of smells and blood in states of rot. The neighbors of the fractionation assured that the smell was very intense, it was already unbearable. Then they began to detect that he smelled like a dead dog.

40:53 Things were difficult at the time, Raúl met the neighbors talking about what happened to you. It was at that time that the authorities let my boyfriend into the apartment. The minutes passed and I had no news or trace of him. I tried to stay calm and even though I wanted to get out of the car to know what was really happening, fear invaded me at one point. I began to hear how the cops requested urgent support from an ambulance, so at that point everyone started running and I didn' t understand why.

41:34 After a few minutes the ambulance arrived. That was when the truck drivers quickly entered and, to my surprise, Raúl was on one of those stretchers and was unconscious with another policeman. It was something that no one understood or at least of the people who were outside. So, without thinking twice, I got out of the car and ran to the nurses, who were already trying to give him first aid. My partner. Asked what had happened, they told me that my boyfriend had suffered a state of shock so strong that he had lost consciousness, just like the other policeman, but he did not understand what he had been, exactly to impress them. Thus, it was a very strong security force and a journalist with a greater capacity of reasoning than any other person, as these two professionals were able to see situations. So it took a few minutes until Raul regained consciousness. At that time, we all asked him what had really happened to him, because the state of shock he would have witnessed a few moments ago was totally creepy Raul didn' t say a single word and we headed to the car. I really already had enough material to cover that note. We didn' t get in the car,

43:07 but I was very confused about everything that had happened. I was really very confused, but mainly worried, because my boyfriend didn' t say a word. In the course of the road he took me to my house and so far the matter remained. After a few minutes I texted him if he was really okay. He didn' t answer me. That night I could not sleep because I knew what had really happened. So the next day I contacted him again to tell me at once I knew he was calmer already. Only one night had passed and Raúl had a totally different look than he was.

43:53 I definitely didn' t understand what was happening at the time. My boyfriend ran into a lot of dark circles. It looks like I haven' t slept for a minute. That night it was in a coffee shop where we talked. Then I began to understand everything that had happened. Raúl claimed that at that time he and the police could witness something from another world. It was a dog- like demon. He began to describe it as a horrible being with deep eyes. Smile macabre and the snout full of blood, which only looked closely at the policeman and at him, for a moment, Raúl claims to have sensed that it was part of his imagination that it was not possible to witness something like this. In almost ten years of experience, he had never encountered anything as paranormal as that. But it was true, for that security policeman had seen and witnessed exactly what he was at the time when they understood that it was not a mere dog who had devoured the other.

45:05 It was something else, a demon who had taken over what was happening in that place in the midst of discomfort and despair. I didn' t know what to say about it. I knew Raúl wasn' t crazy, but for a moment I doubted what he had said to me Maybe he had already been billed for his work and those traumatic moments throughout his professional life, I couldn' t understand the same reaction from the other cop. My boyfriend got a call. It was the security police, named Caesar, who had confirmed to him at that time that the owner of the apartment had appeared and was going to declare what happened after returning from vacation. So Raúl ran out of the cafeteria in search of an answer. I went after him. Now it was not just his work, but an issue that had affected him psychologically and personally. I knew him. I knew I wouldn' t rest until I knew the truth. When the policeman who saw the previous scene arrived at the scene, he was already waiting for him to begin the statement. So, by sitting with the man, the alleged animal abandoner and owner of the department claimed that it was a confusion, as he admitted to having gone on vacation.

46:31 He claimed that he only had a dog named Captain, who had been his best friend for more than four years now, because he did not understand how it was possible for someone to enter his apartment, let alone how they would eat their dog that way. That subject claimed that he had left food and conditions so that he could be well and protected. Both men stared at each other with a knot in their throat for less and gave rise to what had happened. Did they describe what had happened? While that man looked at them carefully and surprised at the same time, So, after the words of Caesar and Raúl, that man claimed that they were not crazy, because months ago, he had seen something similar in his yard. Several nights, insomnia took hold of him and when he looked out the window, he could see very peculiar eyes sticking out between the bushes or on other occasions he found traces and traces of something beyond. Definitely not a dog. It was a demon that was hovering all over the fractionation and had most likely taken over his pet.

47:46 Now it was not just Raúl, but two more men who were going crazy to know, the truth wanted to know the origin of that beast so heinous that it seemed to the devil himself. They didn' t really know what was going on, but that entity wasn' t just a dog. They began to ask with the neighbors and they only claimed to hear the howl of captain' s help. If from before my boyfriend and I were estranged things, they started to get even more complicated. I knew that investigation was leading him to the brink of madness. I didn' t understand why I wanted to know more about that dog who had so much taken his sleep away and scared him every day. He assured me that he became present not only in his thoughts, but also in his dreams event that had already hit rock bottom and yet he continued to meet with those men to continue seeking answers.

48:49 That wear and tear was evident. Not only did I notice it, but also his family and friends. Everyone wondered what had happened. It was really so strange and many of them sensed that his work was driving him crazy, so, from one moment to the next, without telling anyone, Raul quit his job to focus on knowing about that demon. We were all worried. We knew things weren' t right. Everything seemed like a dream, but unfortunately it was a reality. After analyzing the situation, I decided that it was best to end that relationship. It was pretty toxic to my life.

49:35 That terror had taken its toll on my mental health. Even a few days I could imagine what that beast was like that had tormented my boyfriend' s life. The days passed and I stopped knowing about Raul' s existence. All he knew was that his parents had considered putting him in a psychiatric ward, there was no trace of that man so smart and strong. He had clearly been consumed by that demon. At that moment I felt a little guilt for accompanying him that night, where his life changed completely. But one day everything changed. I heard the news that Caesar had died in a dreadful way.

50:17 Just one night. He was found in the courtyard of his house full of blood and bites of dubious origin. The worst of all is the expression with which he died was fear and terror. His family did not understand what was happening, but Raul and that other man in the department knew very well that it was the demon turned into a dog. That day I couldn' t take the blame and ran for my ex- boyfriend. I tried to talk to him, but it was all in vain. He had become a sad person, with desperate countenance. She looked like a careless person in a street condition. That day he apologized for what happened to me, for the damage he had done to me. A phrase resonated until my days. That man with whom I shared more than three years of my life assured me that his soul already belonged to the devil. I was just waiting for the time to be called and finally to rest from that martyrdom from which I could no longer escape. No reason. I was clearly frightened by his words, but I knew at that time that that sinister animal or whatever was real. What he didn' t understand was because he had chosen Raúl to take him over.

51:38 After that meeting, I realized the strength that demons could have in walking along with the living. It was one morning when I woke up with that news, Raul had died. Rather, he had been murdered in a very cruel way. His body was undone. I decided not to see his body because I already imagined the conditions in which he was in. That' s how I' ll always remember that beast that usually wanders at night in search of its prey. It' s said to be the devil himself, and if he gets to know it, it' s shaped like a giant dog.

52:22 The pantheon report. It was a moonless night when I went into the pantheon of San Eusebio, an old and forgotten cemetery on the outskirts of the city of Hidalgo. As a journalist, he had accepted the task of documenting the growing wave of legends surrounding that place. People in the village told about the most common stories and, of course, shadows that were seen and heard among the graves, but I was skeptical, which meant that I was not really affected or doubted the situation. This situation was because he was always convinced that everything had a rational explanation and the investigation was the fundamental weapon for everything.

53:09 I remember, that first night to perfection was accompanied only by my flashlight and my recorder. I crossed the main entrance, an iron door rusted by time. The squealing at opening it was a sound, a little annoying to my ears, but also to realize that something bad was about to happen. At that moment I lit my flashlight and began to record my story clearly telling that I was in the pantheon of St Eusebius, a place wrapped in mysteries and accounts of apparitions. I continued to narrate about the multiple stories of this place, as old as it was chilling, and that night I spoke publicly that the goal of the night was to try to investigate or check whether those rumors were true or were simply legends that had been made known from generation to generation. As he progressed he could carefully observe every tombstone, old, covered with moss and almost unreadable. Most of them were forgotten, but from one moment to another I stopped in front of a statue of an angel with extended wings. His stone eyes looked into the void, but I felt that they followed each of my movements. At that time I knew things were getting complicated.

54:34 I decided to follow one of the less busy side paths. The air became colder with each step and the silence was evident. I came to an area where the tombs were more recent, some adorned with flowers, with wilts and candles off. I took out my notebook and wrote down some observations. At the moment everything was fine. Suddenly, a sound changed everything It was like that when I turned quickly focusing my flashlight on the source of the noise, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple of twisted trees and more tombstones. At that point I assumed that that had been the product of my imagination. Fear was beginning to become present. I kept walking, trying to ignore the sounds on the outside. That' s when I saw something that made me stop dry. It was a shadow that was very evident, as if it were a person who was pursuing every step he took.

55:37 For a moment I was in shock, but gained my professionalism, so I took out my Chamber, willing to capture anything that could explain that phenomenon with cautious steps, I approached the structure at that moment a light continued to blink as if someone had lit a candle inside. When I turned around, I discovered a small window covered in dirt on one of the tombstones. At that point I cleaned the glass a little with the sleeve of my jacket and looked inside. What I saw burned my blood. A small group of candles were placed in a circle on the ground, specifically in the center. That ' s when I saw him. It was a hooded figure, kneeling down whispering something in a low voice. I quickly pulled out the camera and started recording. Suddenly the figure stopped and raised his head. Though I could not see his face, I felt his black and deep eyes nailed in me a chill ran through my back Seeing that followed by it, he smiled at me in a macabre way. At that moment. I knew I had to get out of that place, but my feet weren' t answering. I tried to do everything in my hands to run or, at least, stop seeing that event, but everything seemed impossible, like a dream from which I could not wake up. That' s when that figure got up slowly and with

57:07 a quick move, blew the candles. The darkness took over the place and at that moment I felt a cold blow that left me breathless. I clumsily backed back trying to keep the balance. That' s when I heard a whisper, which warned me not to be there. After those words, the fear was so great that my legs could finally respond without thinking about it. Twice I turned around and ran for the entrance of the pantheon. My heart was pounding and adrenaline became present in an impressive way. I did not look back until I was outside the cemetery, where the street lamp light gave me a sense of security. I took a moment to catch my breath and turned off the recorder. While I kept my things, I realized that I had experienced a real nightmare. When I arrived home still with adrenaline touring my body, I rushed to check the material I had recorded. I sat in the chair still with the chills of experience in the pantheon of St Eusebius. I started playing the first video in which I narrated my arrival at the cemetery.

58:25 The image was clear. The rusty entrance, the gravel trail the tombstones covered with moss. Everything seemed to be in order. I went to the next file. The moment I heard the first strange noise on the recording, nothing unusual was heard. Everything was quiet. My confusion increased when playing the video, the camera showed the structure, but the light I had seen inside did not appear In the recording, there was no trace of the candles or the hooded figure. In fact, the inside of the place I had filmed looked completely dark and empty, as if nothing had happened at the time. I refused to think that was happening. I tried to play the video over and over again it was the same darkness and silence. Even the whisper I had heard clearly when the figure had blown the candles was not present in the recording.

59:28 I was beginning to doubt my own sanity. I tried to calm down. Maybe there was some technical problem with the camera or the recorder. I checked the team, but everything seemed to be in perfect condition. There was no logical explanation for what was happening. A sense of restlessness took over me. He had lived a terrifying experience in the pantheon, but he had no proof of it. I decided to take a break and make myself a coffee, trying to sort out my thoughts. Back on the computer with my cup of coffee, I noticed something strange. On the screen. There was a new video file that I didn' t remember recording. I opened it with a mixture of curiosity and fear. The image was blurred at first, but gradually became clearer. My heart began to beat hard when the hooded figure appeared again in the center of the circle. This time, the figure raised his head and, although his face was hidden, I felt his gaze directly through the screen. Slowly he raised his hand and pointed to the House a chill.

1:00:40 He went through my body. I decided to shut down the computer and take a hot shower, hoping the water would help calm my nerves, but the feeling of being watched did not disappear. After the shower, I decided it was better to try to rest. It had been a night full of many emotions and I didn' t know how to act on it. So I tried to fall asleep. The next morning I went back to the desk. I stared at the computer off, doubting if I should turn it back on. I knew I had to investigate more about St Eusebius' pantheon, its history and the possible rituals performed there, but a part of me also knew that in doing so I was risking something far more dangerous than I could imagine. I took my notebook and began to notice my thoughts and observations.

1:01:37 I had to understand what I had experienced, even if the evidence was scarce. I knew I should go back to the pantheon, but this time I wouldn' t be alone. I decided that I would seek the help of someone more experienced in the paranormal, someone who could accompany me and perhaps give me answers. As I closed the notebook, I felt a strange ora mixture of fear. The night in the pantheon of St Eusebius had been only the beginning and although I did not know where this investigation would lead me, I was determined to go on with that old cemetery. I still had a lot of secrets to reveal and I was ready to discover them. After spending the night awake tormented by what I had witnessed and the lack of clear evidence, I decided to contact a colleague specialized in paranormal journalism. His name was Alejandro Vázquez, a man with decades of experience and a solid reputation in the countryside.

1:02:39 If anyone could help me unravel the mystery of St Eusebius' pantheon, it was he I sent him an email detailing my experiences and attached the videos I had recorded. It wasn' t long before I got your answer. Alejandro asked to meet me in a central café. The urgency in your message troubled me. Upon arriving at the café, I saw him sitting in a corner with his characteristic leather jacket and a more serious look than usual. He greeted me with a slight head tilt and an intense look. We sat down and showed him the recordings on my computer again. Alexander observed everything in silence and, finally, when he finished reviewing the last file, he looked up and looked directly into my eyes. He asked me if I had any idea what that questioning was doing. It sounded with a disturbing voice. I tried to explain that I was simply investigating the stories of ghosts and strange phenomena surrounding the pantheon. But before I could continue, Alexander interrupted me. He assured me that St Eusebius was not a common place. People in the village avoid talking about it for a reason. It is said that whoever goes too far into his secrets does not return himself or return at all. At that time he told me he was playing with strength beyond. The coffee seemed to be

1:04:14 getting colder. I felt a chill. Hearing his words, I asked if he had ever investigated the place. Alejandro assured me that many years ago a colleague named Javier Gómez decided to do a similar report. He went into the pantheon alone and found something he couldn' t explain. He returned changed, disturbed and disappeared within a few weeks. No one ever heard from him again. Since then, everyone in the journalistic circle had avoided that place. Alexander ' s words left me breathless. I asked him what exactly he knew about the place and if there was any way to protect himself. While researching, he reminded me that he had seen ancients about that pantheon rituals, dark and sacrifices. It was said to be a portal to something beyond, a door that should not be opened after that deep talk. I asked him to help me, to come with me. Alejandro hesitated for a moment, but assured me that he could not accompany me, because he had a family and could not risk what he could do was to give me some contacts of people who knew how to handle these situations. At the end of the talk, he gave me the advice if, at some point I felt that I was out of control, I would immediately leave there, not look back much less,

1:05:44 stare at the hooded man. I thanked Alexander for his sincerity and help. We said goodbye with a handshake back home. I reflected on what St Eusebius had learned. It wasn' t just a place of urban legends. Apparently, he harbored something truly dark and dangerous, but at that time he wanted to discover the truth, as it was stronger than fear. That night I contacted the specialists recommended by Alejandro, described my situation and sent them the same recordings. One of them, a woman named Carmen, agreed to meet with me and provide me with tools and knowledge on how to protect me and what to expect. He knew that returning to the pantheon of St Eusebius would be risky, but he also knew that he had touched the surface of something deep and frightening and, although the danger was real, he wanted to know the truth. Behind all that, After several days, came the night that I decided to return to the pantheon. This time I would not be alone in spirit, carrying with me the knowledge and protections of those who knew more than I did. As I crossed the rusty entrance of St Eusebius from my new place, I felt that the darkness was invading my entire space, as I was walking towards what made me run in the past few days. The night I decided to return to the pantheon of San Eusebio was as dark as the

1:07:15 first time, but this time I was armed with the amulets and knowledge provided by Carmen. The flashlight in my hand was shaking slightly. As I walked into the gravel trail. The creaking of the dry leaves under my feet was the only sound that broke the silence of the place. The air was cold and heavy. As I approached the tombs, I noticed a blinking light similar to the one I had seen the first time. I took out my camera, hoping that this time I would capture what my eyes saw. My breathing became shallow and I decided with fear to look out for the window through which I had seen the hooded figure. I found the window and cleaned the dirty glass with my sleeve. Like before, I looked inside and my heart almost stopped. The candles were there in a circle and in the middle the hooded figure was on its knees. It looks like he was repeating. That night there seemed to be something different, something darker, as that figure raised his head slowly and although he could not see his face, I felt an icy terror running through my spine. The scream was so loud that, before I knew it, my knees fell and fell to the ground. The vision of the figure was darkened as everything turned black. I woke up, disoriented and with a sharp pain in my head. The sky began to clear with the

1:08:46 first signs of dawn. I was lying next to the tombstones on them I could see my flashlight and the camera. By my side I slowly joined in trying to remember what had happened. The camera was still recording with trembling hands. I turned it off and checked the footage on the spot. To my surprise and horror, the candles and the hooded figure were now visible in the video. The scream had not been recorded in its place. There was a bad buzz, but at least I had something to back me up. This time it was real. I got up feeling a mixture of relief and terror.

1:09:29 I had proof of what I had seen as I was leaving the pantheon. I could not help but feel that I was being observed that those invisible eyes followed each of my movements. I knew I should share my finding with Alejandro and Carmen, but I also knew that this discovery had marked me. After obtaining those proofs and proving the existence of the lost soul of the hooded man, I promised myself that I would not return that place to him without being fully prepared, because now I understood that the true horror was not what I had seen, but what was still hidden in the lost souls. Stories written and adapted by Andrea Lezama