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0:05 The monitors. Several years ago, while checking the local job advertisements online, an ad caught my attention, not so much because of what I said, but because of the little I reported. What I remember best is that the ad mentioned available work, good pay, no benefits. Discretion is required followed by an email address and nothing else. At the time I was a music store manager. I want to clarify one thing that will be important for everything else to make sense. I, before working at that music store, had been a criminal. He had never stepped on prison because he worked for the organization that controlled the city prison. On one occasion we had a confrontation with the Navy, they killed me boss and everyone else who went with me, only I was alive returning to the music store. At that time rumors were circulating that we were going to close next year with little hope of being transferred to another store, although it had been days taking a look at job offers.

1:21 This was the first one that really caught my attention, maybe out of boredom or because it was unusual, so I sent an email and a half hour later I received a response that instructed me to go to an office building in an exclusive area of the city at a specific time for a selection. I went and waited for a few minutes and they took me to an office where I filled out several forms and questionnaires. After I picked them up, I was informed that they would contact me. I almost forgot about it. When a month later they called me to tell me that I had advanced to the second stage of the selection process. I was given a new direction and time this time in a different office park located about thirty- two kilometers from the first, a man welcomed me and took me to a large room with a chair, a desk, two large monitors, a keyboard, a mouse and a metal box with two buttons without wasting time. The man explained to me that the shift was twelve hours, but I couldn' t leave the workplace. In the place we' d always be two people. We both had to stay in the place twenty- four hours a day, seven days a week and every twelve hours we would take turns resting. I could quit at any time I wanted, but as long as I didn' t quit, I couldn' t leave the workplace. They explained to me that behind

2:53 the door, on the other side of the room where I was, there was a kitchen, living room, bathroom with shower and a bedroom. Also, every three days someone would leave us food, movies and everything necessary so that both I and the other person who was already working there would be comfortable. What I would have to do is constantly monitor a live stream from a HD camera in a remote location displayed on the left monitor. Every hour he had to use the computer connected to the right monitor to briefly record any interesting events that occurred. I would not be allowed pencil pens or paper and should never try to take written notes about the work. As for the buttons, the one on the left should only be used in case of an emergency, whether it is something in the video or in my workspace requiring external assistance.

3:52 The button on the right would be pressed if I saw something in the video transmission that was especially noticeable. This would indicate to other people somewhere that, in my opinion, something interesting was happening. The man emphasized that although he was free to decide when to use this button, he should do so only if something truly important happened. The monitor on the right was a simple black and white terminal. Sometimes I could use it to write records, but I didn' t have access to the Internet or any other external functionality. When I got there, the monitor was off. The man asked me if I would accept the job, that I could not ask any other questions. He told me that the pay was a thousand pesos for every twenty- four hours at work and that he wouldn' t tell me anything else until he accepted the job. It was all so weird that I assumed that that was supposed to be something illegal. My experience working with the cartel told me that it was most likely that, through that monitor, I would have to be watching someone deprived of their liberty, which, despite how loud it may sound, I didn' t care. As long as I got paid, it was enough for me. So I told the man to take the job. The man took me to the other side of the door to show me the rest of the place and asked me my size of clothes that at dusk a person would take me clothes. He also told me to hand him the cell phone,

5:25 which I did. The other person who would be with me on the spot immediately came out of the bathroom I noticed the guy had been in prison. That was my confirmation that, in fact, what was happening there was illegal. We went back to the main room and the man lit the monitor on the left. There was shown the video of a room that could be described as a bedroom because it had a bed, although it also had a TV, a sofa chairs, a couple of tables and plenty of free space. The Chamber was with I in a high corner, which allowed me to see almost the whole place, except the furthest sides of the furniture. At first I did not pay much attention to the details of the environment, since all I noticed was to the woman. She looked a little older than me and she was very pretty. The first time I saw her I was lying sideways on the sofa, in the farthest part of the chamber, but the picture was very clear and I could notice that she was sleeping. I leaned towards the monitor to see her better. The man asked me if everything was all right and I calmly said yes, that any doubt would already ask the other person. The man said goodbye and left, as I assumed it was the rest of the other, for I sat there in front of the monitor.

6:48 It was a boring job. The truth. My first seven hours became eternal. I couldn' t even move to the bathroom. When the clock dialed nine o' clock at night, someone knocked on the front door. I got up and went to ask the other person if he could open He said no, that he was going there to show me how to know who to open it to and who not. I went back to the seat and two minutes later he was my partner. He knocked on the door inside in a particular way and the person outside responded by imitating the sound. Then he opened it. He was a man who was carrying food and that stuff was also wearing clothes. For me. He didn' t say a word to us. He just left everything in the living room and left in silence.

7:38 I grabbed a packet of cookies, a coke and went back to the monitor. At eleven o' clock, my partner came to relieve me and told me that I could rest now that at eleven o' clock in the morning I was going to cover it. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom. Then I had something to eat, bathed, put on a movie and then fell asleep. When I woke up, the clock on the wall was clocking nine in the morning, I had fast breakfast, went to the bathroom, took a dip and prepared a lunch break during the shift. And so it was day after day. As the weeks went by, I began to notice interesting things through the monitor periodically a couple of times a week. During my shifts, men and women in strange suits came in and took the woman out of the room. Sometimes he resisted, but usually he went with them cabizbaja. She was always returned after three or four hours, and every time she returned, she started painting on the walls. I was doing it for an hour or two. He always painted weird things. I figured whatever they were doing to him. Every one of them had her disturbed by the time she had been at work for six months, and I had become accustomed to seeing others coming in every few weeks taking pictures of what the girl painted on the walls. The first time I felt some guilt was when people came to take her away. She looked directly at the House and spoke obviously, I couldn' t hear her, but I did read her lips.

9:09 She was asking me for help for a second my conscience, like she wanted to click me but I remembered that under my bed I already had almost 200, 000 pesos in pure five hundred bills and, as cruel as it may sound. I was there to raise money and that was all I cared about, so I shook my guilt and pretended I hadn' t seen her ask me for help. A week later, the moment I went to cover my partner for his rest, I told him I had some doubts. He just stared at me without telling me anything that I interpreted that I could tell him my doubts. Then I asked him if he knew what all the weird things that the girl painted on the walls meant because they took pictures of what she painted and why they always painted the walls white again with the intention that the woman would paint more things. The answer you gave me did not answer any of my questions. However, it was very clear with the situation. He answered me the one before you. He asked a lot of questions. If you' re interested in work, don' t ask questions and just do your job. I didn' t tell him anything anymore, I just made a gesture that I gave him to understand that what he said to me was clear. That you told me I didn' t interpret it as a threat, but rather as a warning. It made me consider something I hadn' t thought of until then. The reason why there had been a vacancy in that job and taking into account what he told me, apparently, the vacancy

10:43 occurred because the other person asked too many questions. On the one hand, I understand that when you get involved in an illegal business, the less you know, the better. That implies not asking anything and really that if I had seen that woman being beaten or whatever, it would have been anything for me, but the interest they showed in what the woman was painting was not normal and the fact that I was asking myself that only triggered a wave of questions and so I spent the next three weeks asking me questions over and over again while watching the monitors. I could describe some of the things he painted, but the truth. I don' t think it' ll do any good, because I could never even imagine a meaning. One day, when I was starting my shift, those strangely dressed people arrived for her and on that occasion it took longer to return her. I know that because I already knew that every one that took her away took three to four hours to return.

11:46 I had measured the time because it gave me time to go to the bathroom and prepare an aperitif and by the time I finished eating and returned to the monitors, at best, I would spend an hour with fifteen minutes to see her enter the room. But on that occasion it was three and a half hours before she was returned to the room. The woman was more exhausted so much that when the people left, she did not start painting immediately, but fell asleep woke up four hours later, although I don' t know if she was really awake. I mean, he got up and started doing things, but his eyes were closed like he was sleepwalking. That was the first time I saw him happen, so I pressed the button, which was to warn that something weird was happening. Five seconds later my partner arrived and asked me what was going on. I told her the woman was sleepwalking.

12:45 Then I asked him how he knew that I had pressed a button, to which he replied that he had a cell phone and that there came the warning. I was barely going to ask him about the cell phone, but he went ahead of my question and told me that that cell phone wasn' t his, but it was work that only served two things. One was to warn when one of the buttons was pressed, and the other was to receive calls. In case you press the button that something alarming was happening. The guy pulled out his cell phone and put it on the desk. He told me that if anything else happened and I pressed the other button, they would call me to confirm that I didn' t press it by accident. Then he went to bathe. I assumed that no one had told me about that cell phone, because I was the new one in quotation marks, because she was many months old, but maybe the other one already had more than a year there and that' s why he was driving that cell phone. I kept looking at the screen and then I saw the woman bite her arm by ripping off a piece of meat and with the blood coming out of her, she started painting the walls. I immediately pressed the other button. It didn ' t take two seconds. So, when the cell phone rang, I answered the voice on the other side. It wasn' t the person who hired me. It was someone else. That person asked me what was going on, I told him and then that person told me to turn off the monitor and if it took less than two hours for me to finish my shift,

14:18 that I could go to rest, that I left the monitor off and that my partner turned it on when taking his shift, I told the person that I was fine and ended the call. But of course I didn' t turn off the screen, I knew something was going to happen, something important, so I went first to make sure my partner was still in the bathroom, but I needed to know how long it would take him to get out, so I told him I needed to go to the bathroom, which wasn' t urgent, but if I could hurry a little bit, I ' d appreciate it. He said he' d be outside in ten minutes. That meant I had less than ten minutes to be watching the monkey hoping something would happen before I had to turn off the monitor so my partner wouldn ' t find out by looking at something I shouldn' t see. Five minutes passed and nothing happened. The woman continued to bleed out while painting the walls. Then three priests entered the room, all three with a book in my hand that I suppose was the Bible. The priests opened the books and I think they started praying. They were reading the books As they surrounded the woman, she stopped painting. As soon as they opened the books. In fact, it seemed like he wanted to attack them, but he couldn' t. Everything was so weird. The priests came closer and closer to her, as they cornered her to a corner that remained outside the vision of the Chamber. As soon as the priests and the woman came out of my sight,

15:52 I turned off the monitor and ran to open the refrigerator and had a soda. Five seconds later, my partner came out of the bathroom. He saw me holding the refrigerator door with one hand, while the other had a coke. I, as soon as I saw it, closed the fridge I left the coke on the table and went into the bathroom. Obviously, I didn' t feel like doing anything. I only made time when I left my partner asked me what had happened and where the cell phone was. I told him I pressed the other button and they called me to tell me to turn off the monitor and that the cell phone was there near the monitor. He exhaled and said something like that it had already been almost a year since the last time it had been necessary to turn off the monitor. I used to ask him how long he had living there working in front of the monitor.

16:41 He replied that he was two and a half years old and that he would stay three more months and then resign. That seemed too long. I was already a few months old, too, but I didn' t even think I' d be locked up for years without going anywhere. I had no family, no girlfriend or anything, but still, almost three years without going out. From there it seemed an overwhelming amount of time. What he told me was that he was nine years in prison and that when he left his wife he had gone with another one. Their brothers had killed them. His mother had died of cancer and his father had not been able to bear it, so he took his own life. He was just hoping to raise a million pesos to go to another country. I thought it was a very cruel and very sad story. I took advantage of the fact that we had come a little into confidence and not wanting to. I asked him what happened the last time they had to turn off the monitor. He looked very serious to me and answered me. The woman started floating. I didn' t say anything, I had no words, I had no idea how. I was supposed to react. I only opened the soda that I had left on the table and gave him a drink at eleven in the morning the next day.

18:03 When my shift started, I saw that the woman was now in a wheelchair. I was in the middle of the room staring straight at the camera. I couldn' t explain it, but that woman knew I was seeing her, but she didn' t ask for help anymore. I was just standing there looking sad scared. I quit Three weeks later, I' d already put together enough money to start a business and forget about having to work for someone else. I have no idea what the hell was going on with that woman' s route I work driving buses for a well- known company in Mexico. I' m saving my name for obvious reasons. I can ' t say my name or that of any partner involved, and it' s not that much because the company is going to fire me or something is just for privacy. My job is to drive buses that go to different parts of Mexico. Maybe. This clarification remains, but working in a bus company does not necessarily mean being a driver. In my case, yes, but in the transport companies also work guards, cleaning staff, office people. That ' s why I' m making it clear that I' m a bus driver where I work. Each driver has a specific bus. That doesn' t mean we always have the same route. The routes are only fixed for 24 hours. As those twenty- four hours go by, they change the

19:38 route. In my company there have been serious accidents, some where people only get hurt and others where there is only material damage and, of course, there have also been accidents where people have lost their lives. Thank God. I' ve never had a passenger die if I' ve been in a carambolla on the road, but beyond a few injuries, I' ve always been well off. In the years I' ve been working at the company, I' ve had my bus changed five times. The last time they changed my bus was three years ago. The story I' m going to tell happened to me in the 2, 000th. The bus I was carrying back then broke down because of a factory problem. They told me I wouldn ' t work for a week. After spending that week, I was informed that my bus was so damaged that they had to return it to the factory, so they would assign me another bus, but I would have to wait another week. For me it was fine, because they were actually like paid vacations. I couldn' t complain it happened that other week and they told me that they hadn' t got the bus they were waiting for, but that it was coming up for me to get back on the road, so they gave me a bus that was a little older than mine. The bus they gave me had just fixed it and it was ready to be used.

21:03 I got along pretty well with the person in charge of checking the trucks every day before I left on the road, so if he told me the bus was okay, it was because I was that simple I started preparing the last before the passengers started getting on. Then I went to sign the route. I' d been coordinated on a long trip. That night. It was about a thousand four hundred kilometers with stopovers. Of course, a trip this long means we' re going two drivers. This is because, taking into account anything that can happen on the road, it is a journey that can be extended up to eighteen hours or even longer. That' s why we ' re going two drivers. We split the trip into four stages. One handles the first and third stages and the other handles the second and the last stages in that way. Neither of us drive tired and the journey can be done much more optimally, but above all safer, both for us and for passengers. I remember clearly that I started the trip while my partner rested on the first stage, as he had literally just finished a six- hour trip.

22:12 Everything seemed normal at first, but as the night progressed, I began to feel something strange, a fear I could not explain. Although my work has its risks, especially on some roads, I had always relied on my skills and on my vehicle, feeling the security necessary for my work. Of course I didn' t go on my bus I thought maybe that was the reason to relax I put music on and I focused on the road. I had traveled a few kilometers when a lady interrupted me. He was standing in the hallway, complaining that it was very hot in the passenger room. Looking at the digital thermometer we used to control temperature, I was surprised to see that it marked much more than recommended. I assumed it was a mistake of mine, and I assured the lady that I would fix it. That was weird, because I knew I had correctly adjusted the thermostat before starting the trip.

23:11 I adjusted the thermostat and the journey went on. The passengers were asleep and the road was quiet. Suddenly. Looking in the mirror, I saw a person standing in the hallway. At first I thought it was a reflection, but then I saw clearly a black shadow. This figure seemed to stare at me, although we must keep an eye on the front. Every time I looked at the mirror I saw her there I thought she' d come up with something, but when I checked the thermostat, the temperature was right. I briefly turned on the lights on the bus in case it needed to get closer, but in doing so, the figure disappeared. I don' t usually get scared easily, so I tried to convince myself that it was tiredness. I do not mean that the road was tiring me, but because I had just come back from a two- week vacation in which I did not drive, because the body gets unaccustomed very quickly, even though my time of rest had not arrived, I decided to stop and wake my partner to take the wheel. The partner who was with me knew him well enough.

24:19 That' s why I was confident to tell him to cover for me, even though it wasn' t his turn yet. Obviously, he asked me why I wanted to change at once and I told him I had a weird feeling and that was distracting me. He mentioned that he had also felt something strange and had not been able to sleep well, but that he would finish that stretch and the next and then wake me up to continue. I' m the third stage. We already made the change and although I was not sleepy, I tried to fall asleep to be ready for the next shift. As I closed my eyes, I felt pressure on myself similar to what some people describe as the feeling of tea having something or someone on top. I couldn' t see anything talking or moving like I lost circulation in my body.

25:07 You know how typical of a dead man is. After a while, the feeling began to fade I could move again and decided not to call my partner, thinking that maybe it had been part of a dream. A few hours later I woke up startled by a sudden brake on the bus. I got up to go see what had happened. In that, my partner originated, as I arrived with him. I asked him what had happened and he told me that an idiot had invaded his lane. I checked the route. About 60 kilometers to finish the second stage. So I told my partner to go to rest and I prepared to continue the journey, even though for the first few kilometers I was still feeling something uncomfortable. In less than an hour it was dawning and with the sunrise, the atmosphere felt different and the rest of the trip passed smoothly already in the center, as it had been a fairly long journey, We were given three hours to rest. Before making the return trip, we headed to the bedrooms and were able to rest. We get up in time just to eat something and go to the bathroom. Then we went to sign the paperwork on the route so that the passengers would start getting on the bus. Passengers were quietly getting on the bus. Suddenly I felt a pat on my back. A colleague, another driver greeted me and

26:41 started talking about the bus I was about to drive. He told me that bus had been the one his friend was driving until the day of his accident. That gave me a chill and I felt even more scared. When I heard the details, he told me that that bus had had a serious accident where several people died, including the driver who was his friend. The bus crashed into a trailer that was badly parked and without lights on the road. Nine people died in that accident. I didn' t know what to do or say after hearing that story. Then that driver told me, but don ' t worry. An uncle of my friend was a priest. When they did the repairs, I convinced the company to take him to bless the bus.

27:32 So God is looking after him. Don' t worry. And that driver left. There were only three passengers left to board, so I went up and told my partner what they had just told me. He, being very Catholic, told me that if a priest had given him a blessing, then everything was fine, but I kept thinking about it. As we started our journey, everything was going on normally. At first. My partner was with me in the cabin and the passengers were in their own way. We were talking about different subjects and the bus was running smoothly. However, peace of mind broke when, for some absurd reason, something happened that should not happen, because it is literally impossible for it to happen. All the hearing aid ports stopped working and instead all the passenger screens began to take out a lot of volume. That' s impossible because the screens don' t have speakers. My partner went fast with the passengers, apologized and told them it was best to turn off the screens. Anyway, the bus had internet ace and they could use their cell phones. Since my partner took care of the situation, he returned to the cabin and reported what happened on the radio.

28:49 Traffic control thought we were kidding. They couldn' t believe what we had told them After a while, my partner went to rest and I kept driving, but strange things started to happen on the bus. The lights in the hallway blinked and the thermostat varied the temperature without explanation. They weren' t very sudden changes. It was never hot on the bus, but I saw how the thermostat digits moved on their own. I thought it might be an electrical problem, but knowing the history of the bus, everything felt much more chilling. At one point when it was not long before my partner had to cover me I saw a figure standing in the corridor of the bus. He wasn' t moving. I was just there in the middle of the hallway.

29:41 Watching me was awesome. It did not seem to fade, but remained firm. I kept driving until my turn came to rest. We changed and I went to lie down. I couldn' t sleep, so I pulled out my cell phone and started looking for information about the bus crash. I found details and images of the event. The bus wasn' t that bad because, as I said there, the driver had managed to turn the steering wheel a little bit an instant before the impact. Therefore, the only ones who received the direct hit were the driver and the passengers going forward. When the bus hit, you could say that half bounced and turned to the side.

30:25 Contrary, he did not turn, but turned half over the road and stood aside, obstructing all the lanes. Passengers who were not on the front side and who were wearing their seatbelts. They were only moved with force. In the images you could see blood stains on the curtains of the first seats. I turned off my cell phone and I better try to sleep. I woke up just as it was a few minutes before it was my turn. The rest of the trip to the station went unanticipated. Upon arrival, the passengers descended and removed their bags. We were just about to deliver the bus to the workshop. When my partner called me urgently, there was a gentleman in the seat thirty- four who didn' t wake up. He looked motionless and pale. I went down quickly to ask the National Guard for help, because at that time it was they who were in charge of the security of the plant. They tried to revive him without success. The situation escalated rapidly with the arrival of the police and an ambulance. After examining him, they confirmed that the man had passed away hours ago. The police took over the bus to investigate the death of the passenger. My partner and I were shocked. The bus was held for about fifteen days. I rested three or four days until my unit was ready and I was able to continue working on my bus. As for the bus that was held, I really missed all

31:59 follow- up on the case. I really don' t know what to think about all that. On the one hand, there is the fact that that bus had already been in an accident where there were deaths, as well as that a priest had gone to give him a blessing before they put him back in circulation. Then there are all the weird things that were going on, like the thermostat, the lights, the impossible thing that happened with the sound of the screens. It should be added that both my partner and I were feeling strange things during the one- way trip, also a little during the return trip and the shadow that I was seeing. I have no idea if that' s all related to man' s death. Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows, but it was definitely a very strange store experience.

32:57 For a few years I worked as an assistant in the Department of Loss Prevention I don' t know how you handle it in other self- service companies. The Department of Loss Prevention is responsible for overseeing all employees in all departments, including managers and managers. Suppliers and customers must also be monitored. One thing I want to comment on is that for three years I was at the branch office back in Mexico, the few times I was at night, I had to see some things. We' re going to say weird things like fruits flying out of the shelves, alarms ringing when no one was around, box line drawers opening up even though they had lockers that were shaking like a cat was locked in shadows that passed over the shelves. So and although for some absurd reason, I thought those were things that only happened in Mexico.

33:55 Turns out not. When I started off on the non- shift shift at the branch office across the U S, I also saw things and the truth much more disturbing things. The first time I noticed anything weird was with the employees' bathrooms located in the back corners of the store. These bathrooms have lights with motion sensors. One day I saw one' s light turn on, although there were only two other people relatively close to that area, but they weren' t as such there in the bathrooms. I walked over, knocked on the door, but when I didn' t get an answer, I opened it and found the bathroom empty I didn' t give it much importance. Then another minor incident occurred in our work. The most expensive items carry a safety device called a turtle, which sounds. If someone tries to get the item out without paying. One night I heard the alarm of a turtle, looked where it came from and discovered that it was a drill that was hidden beneath others and an exhibition while trying to get there for him.

35:00 Another nearby device also started to ring. At that time I realized that it didn' t make sense that the turtles were ringing, because what triggers that alarm sound is that the products pass through the censor pallets, which are crossing the box line and at both the access and exit doors. So turtles shouldn' t be making noise for two weeks. Nothing else happened and I stopped thinking. In those incidents, I considered the sensors to be faulty. On another occasion it was around two o' clock in the morning and I was heading towards the electric area. That' s when I saw something surprising.

35:44 Honestly, I stood there for a minute or two trying to understand what I was seeing. Down the hall. There was a kind of shadow that had a little arm shape. It wasn' t solid. You could tell it was a shadow, but it was still the shadow of an arm, which made no sense. That shadow came from under the shelves. He was moving like someone was looking for something. I preferred to turn around and go do something else already in the morning, about 6: 30 the department chief arrived and I told him what I had seen. His response was surprisingly calm.

36:24 He told me not to worry and to stay away because that shadow might try to grab me. I was very surprised by the carefree manner in which you told me. I tried to get some more information out of him and although it became clear to me that I didn' t want to talk about it, if I managed to get some data out of him, like that shadow wasn' t detected by the cameras, and he also told me that one time, one of the workers assured that that shadow had pulled his foot and knocked him against the ground, causing a fracture in his arm. After that, he didn' t talk about it anymore and asked me to stop asking. I could tell that talking about that made him uncomfortable. Obviously, I needed to find out more about those shadows and that I started to ask the other workers, those who went out when I started shift, those who were on the night shift and those who arrived in the morning for shop opening.

37:22 Of all those I asked, there were about twenty- five people who told me that they had seen that arm- like shadow. One of the Department of Integrity told me that he was almost about to get hold of that shadow, but that he could dodge it by leaving that shadow a little aside. As you all know, stores are divided by areas and departments. That shadow thing happened in the department of Do it yourself, well, in the same department, but in the area of home and garden you live something. The first thing I thought was that that was a leprechaun or a chaneque. But talking to the other workers, what they say is that it' s a homo, specifically a garden homo, and that he likes to live there, because all year round there are garden things. No one' s ever seen it, but we' ve heard it. It' s always moving.

38:15 We heard him run over the shelves. That thing likes to mess up the shelves and throw away objects. This caused extra work for the department, which seemed especially annoying to them. During the nights. On one occasion, while I was taking my lunch hour, which is at one in the morning, when through the cameras I saw that something had been knocked down, inflatable decorations that are exposed near the entrance, which, by the way, is not so far from gardening. But that' s not all. He' s always laughing. It is not a loud or evil laugh, but rather a laugh or a suffocated laugh, as if it were funny to know that we cannot see it as if it seemed amused to him, as if he were playing with us. This laugh begins as soon as you enter the garden center and does not stop until you leave and always sounds behind you or next to you. Sometimes so close you can feel her breath, but when you turn around there' s nothing. Sometimes his laughter seems to come from the other side of the center and that' s when you have to be more attentive, because that means he' s going to throw things like stones or pieces of rubber at you. Anything I can grab, fortunately, doesn' t have a good aim. But if he hits you, then his laughter intensifies. Telling him that wall doesn' t help, it just incites him more. The best thing we can do is just ignore it that garden nome

39:49 assuming that it' s trying to be quiet when there are more than two people in the area. Yet they have been able to hear it when it runs or climbs through the shelves. The presence of that thing in the garden center, even though it is harmless, remains disturbing. On one occasion that we were going to have a visit from the regional manager, there were more people than usual on the night shift that week. It wasn' t my turn, but the head of the department told me it was best if we were two at night, precisely because there were going to be more people than usual. When lunchtime arrived at 1 a m, instead of going to the employee dining room, we all went to the Hotdeli area because the manager had scheduled for the shift two people from that department to prepare a dinner for everyone who would be there that night. The Hoddelli area is practically at the main entrance. In fact, the windows that are in front of the tables where you sit to eat have a direct view of the parking lot. We were all there, some already having dinner, others going for refreshments and some formed to receive the dish of or dinner. When someone, for some reason, looked out, he realized that everyone was clouding as lightning leaped into the clouds as if a strong storm were to come out, which is often taken very seriously here in the United States. That was pretty weird,' cause we were in the middle of summer and there' s no storm in summer.

41:22 Or sometimes yes, but no one knew that any storms had been announced. In those days. There was a time when the clouds were no longer grey, but completely black, which really worried us a lot, but in the end the sky cleared and nothing happened. The strangest thing of all was that such a strange situation had only been seen in the vicinity of the store as if those clouds with the gray lightnings had appeared on the tent and then disappeared. I don' t want to sound too exaggerated, but clouds so dense don' t show up out of nowhere. These things move around and absorb other clouds until they become very thick. But in the rest of the city the sky had been perfectly clear all night, so it was something that was left unexplained. That happened, and when I got back on the night shift one night while doing the tour that should be done every two hours, as I was passing through the box line, I saw something put them in position.

42:27 At every box line point there are glass doors that are on the outside. These doors obviously close with a metal curtain on the outside and you can see the parking through the doors. So, being near one of those doors and looking out, I noticed a figure in the parking lot. He was a tall, heavy man, dressed in a dark, long coat. I contacted the guard in the parking lot to tell him about that person I was seeing through Crystal' s doors. The guard told me there was no one standing outside. I told him I was just seeing him, but he insisted there was nothing. I didn' t mean to argue, so I gave him the order to get close to the vehicle. The guard approached and, as soon as he pointed the long lights to the place where I was seeing the man, the figure disappeared as if it had never been there. Four days later I saw the same silhouette again, but it was no longer in the parking lot, but it was in the back of the store. I was on the monitors and that' s where I saw the silhouette. I wasn' t doing anything, I was just standing there in the backyard.

43:42 I was watching him for, like, five minutes and then he vanished. After that, several months passed without any major incident to mention, until Black Friday arrived. By that time I no longer had the night shift fixed. We were already rotating it between the six of us. The only one who didn' t take the night shift was the boss and, because of rotation of shifts between us, I got the night shift during Black Friday week. The night shift starts at 11 p m and ends at 7 a m. But I had to cross the bridge, for I was measuring my time by contemplating that there might be a lot of line. Then he used to arrive at the branch office between 10: 00 p m and 10: 30 p m. The closing of the store used to be done around midnight, depending on the number of customers. This thing I' m going to tell happened before the closing. At the back of the store we have a loading platform where items are stored that have not yet been placed on the shelves or are waiting to be collected by customers. Because a storm was approaching, the wind was strong that night and made the rolling doors of the platform hit It wasn ' t too loud noise, so I didn' t pay much attention to it. However, I was close to the last of the three doors when

45:12 a particularly strong blow made me jump. I stood still for a moment. Then another blow rang from the middle door. I didn' t think it was the wind, as dents were formed in the doors because of the blows. The noise was so loud, I had to cover my ears and it stopped like that. Already in the morning, before passing the shift to the boss, I went to check the door from the outside and had a few scratches that looked like a bear. Of course there were no bears of any kind in that town. Seven weeks later, I got my night shift back. I don' t remember whether this was a Wednesday or a Thursday.

45:52 What I do remember is the time it was five in the morning. At that time I was checking the amount of cardboard and play. I heard a soft sound. At first I didn' t identify him because he was too short. Then I heard a voice, that of a nervous girl I said hello and then, from the back of the compactor I was answered by a wave. Then a black bird flew out of the back. I don' t know if other birds can imitate sounds like quails. I' d bet that only quails are birds that can imitate people' s voices. That' s why I thought it was so creepy that that bird was talking to me in a human voice. And if you think about it, even if that would have been a normal bird. It doesn' t make sense that the sound that was uttering was a girl' s voice. Of course, I don' t see it as normal in any case. That same week, on one occasion in the plumbing area, I was making a partial inventory of one of those products. The point is, I was there when a box fell behind me. As I looked up like that, I saw the black bird who spoke to me as a child. Not that it was a bird that looked like it was the same bird was identical. That one was staring at me. The truth intimidated me with his deep eyes, so maybe it was a silly idea, but it occurred to me. Talking to the bird sounds ridiculous, but I yelled at him asking him what he wanted and why

47:25 it bothered me, I stayed completely icy When the bird told me, I look at you, it' s not that I made a sound, that it resembled so that I understood that thing he spoke to me. I heard clearly that he said I look at you dead son, my eighteen- year - old son, took his own life. He was alone in his room when he did. I' m not going to give any details about it. My wife found him. He suffered a brutal emotional impact. Your Mind chose not to face reality your mind literally went that way the doctors told me.

48:10 I didn' t even take her to the funeral because she didn' t remember that our son had died. His memory until before that day was perfect. It wasn' t like she got crazy or paranoid. I just didn' t generate new memories for her anymore. Every day was a day before our son' s death. There came a point where I couldn' t have her at home anymore, because I couldn' t even mourn, because she wasn' t aware of our son' s death, so I had to put her in a psychiatric hospital. I was going to see her every day from Monday to Sunday. She didn' t suffer from leaving her there because every morning, when she woke up, she thought it was her first day in that place, and both I and the doctors told her that she would only be there for two days. So, even though three years had passed, it was always two days before she left. Those first three years were perfectly well maintained. I wasn' t even medicated, but one afternoon, right on our son' s lucky anniversary, I was told that he had suffered an attack that left her catatonic. When I got to the psych ward, I asked what caused the attack. The doctor told me that the nurses told her that my wife apparently remembered the moment she found our son without life, but remembering to see him that way was not what affected her, because she started screaming that something had been with our son in her room.

49:38 When that happened, she remembered seeing something next to our son' s body and that' s what made her have an attack. After returning from visiting my wife, I found myself alone in the house. He felt terrible. My steps seemed to resonate too loudly in my ears. I had decided to enter my son' s room for the first time since what happened. I couldn' t help but think about what the nurses said my wife started screaming. I was just going up the stairs. When someone knocked on the door I went to open. She was a friend, an old friend who years ago had also lost a daughter. She had become a Buddhist, because after her daughter passed away, she ended up suffering from deep depression and anxiety, which is normal. This friend had come to try and help me with something. I hadn' t had a chance to attend the funeral and he wanted to say a few words to me. We were talking about very personal things. When I told him I didn' t understand why God allowed someone so young that he never hurt anyone, he allowed the idea of taking his own life into his head. Then my friend told me that once the Buddha met a woman afflicted by the death of her desperate son and asked the Buddha to resurrect him. The Buddha proposed that she bring him a grain of rice from a house where they did not have a deceased. He would resurrect his

51:08 son. The woman sought unsuccessfully in all the houses, because everyone had suffered some loss and so the woman understood that death affected everyone. No matter what. I thanked him for the intention and we said goodbye. I went to the kitchen, had a juice and then went back to what was before, so I went upstairs and went to my son' s room. I took a deep breath and pushed the door. Tears sprouted in my eyes. I inhaled for a long moment blinking quickly to try to clear them. I saw his notebooks on a shelf on the corner, I went over them until I found one I' d never seen before. I was down to several, so I grabbed it. As I moved on to the first page, I saw a picture of my son sleeping while something hideous, with melted skin and bright eyes lay next to him. This abomination. I looked directly at my son with eyes without eyelids and smiled. At the top of the page was written in large, sharp letters the angel of death. Sleep next to me, I left my son' s room and went to the living room.

52:20 I was sitting on the couch looking at the empty ashtray on the table. I sighed as my son' s diary lay at the table in front of me, gathering courage, I opened it and continued reading. She comes in different ways. He had written and that was almost the last thing he' d written all over the paper. All the other pages had drawings. There was a picture of a van. His headlights looked like eyes covered in cataracts. Looking inside, teeth hung from the ceiling dripping with saliva. More sharp fangs like razors protruded from the ground. I moved on to the next page.

53:01 There was an abomination floating on the ground. He had the giants, spreading on both sides of his body like that of a bat, thorny and sharp framed with narrow and curved bones. He wore a shiny black robe and dozens of eels or snakes grew from his skull. Each of them had white, dead eyes and sharp fangs. dripping, I continued to pass through the pages, finding increasingly disturbing images. I finally got to the last page I saw what might have been a self- portrait of my son, but everything seemed wrong. His teeth were painted black, his eyes shining like polished silver.

53:46 I couldn' t sleep that night. I spent the hours walking around, watching TV and chewing nicotine gum I wanted to smoke a cigarette a lot. At 2 a m I heard a loud noise at the front door. I startled by making my glass of water break on the floor. It sounded like someone was banging on the door with a big hammer. The wood folded inwards as if it were cardboard. Another blow was heard creating deep cracks in the door. I got off the couch and ran upstairs. A minute later, the third blow rang as the door shattered. I' m out of breath. My son' s voice was heard sounding sick and damaged. His voice sounded distorted and chilling, but I still realized it was my son' s. I didn' t answer I hid in the bedroom with the door locked. Lock it. I heard heavy and slow steps on the first floor, looking for anything that was imitating my son started climbing the stairs. He finally got to the other side of the door. My son spoke again sounding even sicker. Something hit the door like they threw an anvil at her.

55:05 I knew another good blow would completely break it. Suddenly, the door broke inward, splinters of wood falling on me. In the dark I saw my son, but his eyes were white, covered in cataracts and he smiled showing black teeth. He came in slowly. Suddenly he ran towards me with his mouth too open, as if the tendons of his jaw were cut off the smell of rotten meat. It became overwhelming, he hit me at full speed and I fell on my back. He threw himself at me trying to bite me I tried to resist his strength, but it was too much. When I was about to bite my face, I don' t know what happened, that everything moved and I was standing on the stairs. I didn' t understand what happened. Then someone knocked on the door. I still couldn ' t react. But as they kept knocking on the door, I went down the stairs and opened. It was my friend who had become a Buddhist after losing her daughter. I kept seeing him weird, especially because when I opened the door I realized it was still daylight. I didn' t understand anything. She noticed I was kind of weird. She asked me about it, and I told her that she didn' t believe me. Then I told her the story she had told me, the Buddha' s story with the woman who had lost her son. She kept thinking and told me it was the first time I talked to someone who had had an owl dja.

56:34 What he recommended was that I not do what I had seen in my ship leave better, instead of going to my son' s room to find that dark notebook that better accompany her to eat something, I listened to him. The next day, as I was still very thoughtful, I decided to pay someone to clean my son' s room to keep everything in bags and all the bags in boxes. And when that person finished saving everything. When I was already paying him. I asked him if he had seen a notebook with such characteristics and he replied yes. That confirmed that my Deyabu had been real. To this day I still wonder what would have happened if I had read that notebook. Stories written and adapted by Ramiro contreras