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0:04 The smiling neighbor. This story begins when I was about seven years old. All our lives we had lived in Mexico City, but for reasons of work my dad was moved to this other city. When we arrived from that long journey to our new home, we were all very tired. I started helping my parents get our belongings out of the car. It seems to me that at my fifth exit from the new house I could see something. The curtain across the street had moved. It was as if the moment I turned around, they would quickly shut it down so I wouldn' t realize that they ' d been watching me. That didn' t get so weird. I just took a few more things and went in and when I came out again.

0:54 The curtains were already open. There was also a strange woman standing at the window. I know that when we' re kids we see things that are much more exaggerated or bigger than they are, and this makes you afraid of things that for most adults don' t make sense. But being the grown- up I am now, I know there was a fair reason to fear that woman, and it was just not normal. I don' t mean that he had a paranormal appearance or that he had some deformity. She was an older woman, perhaps about sixty years old. His face was a little wrinkled. He wore thick round lenses. Her wrinkled skin seemed to stick to the bones and seemed to have very light brown hair. But the strangest thing about that woman was that she was smiling. It seemed like the person I was smiling at was me like trying to welcome me to that neighborhood at the time. That smile he gave was not erased from his face, not even because I didn' t give it back to him. It made me feel so uncomfortable that I ran into the house and told my parents. I don' t remember exactly how I explained it, but I do remember Mom coming out of the house a little upset. What surprised me the most was that this woman was still exactly where she was when I entered the house.

2:27 He was still in the same pose In fact, if not because he blinked and looked like he was breathing. You could almost say that I was dissected at the time I thought my mom didn' t notice how strange that woman was, because she greeted her very naturally and that woman didn' t return the greeting to my mom kept smiling. As I mentioned before, I, at the time I thought Mom didn' t notice it, but then, when we talked about it, she told me that she became a strange woman. As the days passed, what could be seen from the window of my room, which was on the second floor, was that woman looking out the window smilingly. Sometimes I felt like I was staring at my room and I remember when I told my brother, he agreed with me and said that he also felt something like that lady was watching him in a very constant way and that he didn' t understand why he smiled that way. And as soon as we started making friends with other kids in the neighborhood, we realized something else. Everyone out there knew her and confirmed that she was almost always smiling and that her character was very kind. And we were also told that the woman very often invited the neighborhood children to her house to eat cookies or sweets.

3:53 No one ever accepted. Everyone out there was very convinced that this woman was not good and that under that façade of kindness was someone bad, but no one could prove it. As I mentioned earlier, all this has been going on for many years. I think that in order for me to be better understood, what I will do will be to tell all the events that I came to live having contact with this woman, and is that the first strange memory that I have about her, apart from seeing her constantly smiling through her window as I saw all those passing through the street. It was once that I had gone to buy a couple of things at the corner store.

4:36 I was coming back when I saw a stone that was very round and it seemed like a ball back then for some reason, I had become obsessed with the subject of baseball and started throwing it. I was just throwing it a couple meters in front of me, I was picking it up and doing it again, but at some point it occurred to me to throw it with all my might in the opposite direction to the one I was walking, because I wanted to see how far I could throw it without turning around to see if anyone was coming behind me. I just held her with all my might and turned her over and threw her away. To my surprise, I realized very late that that smiling neighbor was walking perhaps about two or three meters away.

5:24 She was smiling. As he walked he saw that he had been like this all the time and did not erase that smile, not even when the stone that I had thrown passed him by rubbing practically the glasses that he wore. He didn' t even seem to notice. It was as if I hadn ' t realized that I was about to hit her, because she didn' t move or make any effort to stop the rock that I had thrown, which was a sizeable one so I wouldn' t see it, I was just moving forward as if nothing had happened without stopping smiling at me. At that moment I was very scared and ran home. I was very scared, but I couldn' t tell anyone, as I was afraid my parents would scold me. I even remember that a few minutes after I got home and looked out the window of my room I came to see that woman. Since he doubled the street, I could still see how he walked to the same step I had seen him without erasing that smile even a moment when I was a little older to go out and play with my friends on the street without much supervision. I remember well that this also started to happen a lot, as long as we played near his house. He would come out with a bowl of candy or cookies and invite us in. None of us ever accepted, for, as I said before, we were somewhat afraid of that lady.

6:57 I also remember once telling my mom that this lady offered us sweets and invited us over to her house. I feel like at that time my mom didn' t give it the importance it needed, as it' s not normal for an adult to be inviting a lot of kids to come over to her house. My mother' s answer that comes to my memory is that she told me that I should only be educated and continue to deny myself, but always trying not to make her feel bad. And that' s because, while we all politely rejected her, once she went back into her house. Most of us laughed or joked about how terrible it would be to accept those sweets, as they were always the same. We assumed they were expired, since no one ever accepted them. My next meeting with her was about ten years old. Near the neighborhood there was a millet of several hectares and on one side of it there was a huge blackberry tree. The owner of the milpa didn' t mind that the children went to collect all the blackberries that fell from the tree as long as we didn' t damage the crops in blackberries season, we went practically every day and in one of these days, when we arrived at that place, we realized that it was completely flooded.

8:22 Apparently, they had left the irrigation system open for a long time and now everything was full of water. It was so wet that if you tried to put a foot in there for a day, at least fifteen centimeters in the mud, making it almost impossible to walk around while we were all cursing our luck, because we could no longer go to the tree that day and probably not the following days. We heard someone yelling at us trying to get our attention. When we turned around, we realized that at the bottom was this woman, as she always was, she was smiling as she moved her hands trying to get our attention and as soon as we were all seeing her, she began to say that she was trapped and that she needed help crossing.

9:11 She was a senior woman and we knew it was our duty to try to help her to a certain extent. At first we didn' t know what to do, but she told us she just needed someone to help her so she wouldn' t fall as she advanced. After discussing it for a moment, they sent me to help her. It took me a long time to get to the other end of the Milpa, but I finally got it all along. She was just standing there smiling. I remember the moment I stood in front of her and told her to come by, she put her hand on my shoulder and started walking as we moved on. I felt a couple of things. First, his breathing was very heavy. Da Segundo, every time I turned to see her, she was smiling from ear to ear.

10:05 And thirdly, it seemed that at every step we were left. She fit more and more her nails on my shoulder, to the point where I felt that she was hurting me, but being a child and having the fear so great that she had that woman, I didn' t dare say anything and just kept moving forward until we got out of that millet. Once we were outside, she told me she was very grateful to me, I even remember kissing my cheek and saying things that made me feel very uncomfortable. After that, he invited me back home to eat candy and watch TV, but I refused again to tell him it was time for me to come home because my parents had told me I had to be home early. She told me it didn' t have to be that day, that it could be anyone else. I told him he was fine and I' d let him know what day he could. But that was a big mistake. After that day, practically every day I saw myself walking anywhere, she stopped me and wondered if I already knew what day I would go to her house. I always told them I wasn' t sure yet and I used to use the pretext of school jobs or other things. She was always disappointed, but she never erased that huge smile that characterized her. This is not something I can say that she was responsible for, but I think it' s worth emphasizing here

11:37 because I feel it' s all weird. They remember that the Milpa was all flooded, as one of the close friends of the owner of the Milpa went to visit him at his house to see if he had been responsible for leaving the harvest. So, being so flooded, anything I' d planted would have drowned. They say what he found was his friend' s lifeless body. They do not know how he died, but many claimed that he had not been of a natural cause, because he had a very strange grimace. That man' s friend mentioned that he was in perfect health. There was never a great investigation, but whenever I think, I can' t help but wonder if the fact that we found that woman in that land trapped near that man' s house had anything to do with it. When she was eleven, that woman opened a kind of cheap kitchen, but unlike any normal economic kitchen, she did not open an establishment as such. He just stuck a lot of ads and also offered, house by house his services to all the neighbors, offering to bring the food personally to each person who requested it. For some it might be something comfortable, but the truth is that no one, or at least no one close to me, decided to buy him anything. One day as I was returning from school, I found her walking around with a basket and she stopped me to talk to me. He

13:09 asked me again when I would be free to go home. Even though it had been a long time since I had said I would, I made up an excuse that by that time was no good. I was just saying the first thing that came to mind. After that, she told me she was glad to see me because she wanted to give me food she had prepared from the basket. He pulled out a unisel charola with what seemed to be spaghetti and pork loin in red sauce. He offered it to me with great insistence. At first I was suspicious to accept it, and I also wondered why she had that dish prepared, and she told me that my mom had already paid for it, because they wouldn' t be home and left me that food. I accepted the charola and I left. As I walked away, she yelled at me something like that I expected her to enjoy it and that in a moment I would leave the glass of water that went with the food.

14:09 I just sat down and went straight home to my surprise. When I opened the door, I realized that woman was right because there was no one there. I thought he must be telling the truth. A few moments after that, she knocked on my door and brought the glass of tamarind water. He gave it to me and this time he didn' t stay to talk. He just mentioned to me that I should eat it at that time or not to cool it down. I just said yes and said goodbye to her. I was grateful that she wasn' t insistent or that she didn' t want to pass. Yeah, I thought I' d get something to eat, but in all that situation, I still didn' t get any good. I left it all on the table. I thought I could do it later and warm it up in the microwave, if it cooled down, because the more I saw that food if it looked quite appetizing. I went to do my homework and then I was playing on my computer for a long time, entertaining myself to the point that I completely forgot I should eat.

15:16 It was around five o' clock in the afternoon when my stomach began to growl a lot. I got up and went to the kitchen to heat my food in the microwave. I just put it all on a plate and put it in when it was about a minute before the microwave stopped. I heard my dad' s truck parked in front of the house. I looked up and saw that they were all coming down. I also realized that my brother looked weird, was very pale and walked so slow that he was dragging his feet. Even my mom was helping him walk. I hastened to open the door to find out what had happened. When they entered the house and asked him what he had, my mom said that no one knew, as they had been called from my brother' s school. This one had gotten really bad from one moment to the next. I had a stomach infection so bad I couldn' t get out of the bathroom. On top of that, it was so dangerous that it melted in a very short time and if they had not arrived at the hospital quickly, the consequences would have been severe.

16:25 My dad kept insisting that it had been something he ate, but my brother insisted that he had only eaten the sandwich my mom had prepared for him. My mom was even saying she was gonna throw away all the ham that was in the fridge for anything. The truth was that at the time my brother was too tired to give any explanation. I remember while we were talking, the microwave made that beep that it throws when it' s finished heating up. At that moment, my mom looked at me and told me that I should probably have because they had not left me anything to eat. I said yes, but I was warming up the food I had told the neighbor to bring me. My mom looked at me very strangely and told me she didn ' t know what she was talking about, because she had never asked for anything. To the neighbor I explained everything that had happened while they were gone and my dad trying not to make the matter bigger, said that probably that neighbor had seen that we left the house very quickly. He imagined that they would not have had time to warn or prepare some food and that was why he had taken the trouble at the time. That made enough sense to everyone.

17:41 I walked into the microwave and when I took out the dish we were all disgusted. Seeing him from the flesh, he seemed to be moving some fly larvae. We didn' t even understand how they could stay alive after all that time in the microwave. At the time, we weren' t disgusted and threw away our food. Even when I saw the glass of water that had given me a few hours ago, I realized that I had hair floating inside the glass again. My parents didn' t care. They just said that that woman was probably very dirty when it came to cooking. They were grateful that I hadn' t eaten, as they would then have two intoxicated instead of one. As soon as my brother was well and was able to think a little bit about that day, he mentioned something else that was in the bag where Mom put her lunch for school, that day when she almost died from poisoning. Besides the sandwich, the bottle of water and the juice that Mom used to give us, there was another thing, an amaranth bar. Interestingly, it wasn' t packed in a plastic packaging, but it was just badly wrapped in that transparent plastic used in the kitchen. He also told me that as he walked to school that day he ran into that smiling neighbor and she started talking to him about her cheap food service and how she could prepare lunch for school. If I told his mom, my brother

19:15 says he can' t say for sure, but at the time he had the bag with his lunch in his hand and feels that that woman might have put that in, especially because, after asking my mom, she swore that day she never put a a amaranth bar on her. Every time I remember, I am very aware that the next morning after this, when the neighbor saw me leave the house, as if nothing was missed much it was as if I could not believe that I was well. I even remember trying to walk fast. She reached me through the second door of her house and came out to ask me if I had liked the food. I didn' t know what to answer and I said yes. She did not erase her smile, she told me that good, that I liked it and that I could prepare more whenever I wanted. I told him I was fine and I left there, but never again. My brother or I got close enough to her to get anything in our backpacks or pockets. The next thing happened when I was thirteen. Someone came to live with her was, apparently, her niece or something, so she started attending our school I' ll call her Julia Aclaro, who' s not a real man. At first I was very quiet and reserved to the point that we all thought I was just as strange

20:47 as your aunt, but as the days went by she showed us that no and indeed, she behaved like someone quite normal and you could say that I started to be interested. We even got a little close. At some point I couldn' t stand the curiosity anymore and asked him why he was living with the neighbor. She replied that one day her father, with whom she had lived all her life, as her mother had died one day. He just left also said that he was getting weird because he hadn' t taken any of his stuff. But they knew she was gone, because from her phone she had called her aunt, who was my neighbor, to tell her that she could not take care of her and that she would, please, take care of her. I had the messages and all this. She was very sad, as she had never imagined that her father would abandon her from one moment to the next. On that occasion she also told me that she was not happy living with her aunt, because she was a very strange woman.

21:55 I was about to tell her how strange I had lived next to that mo woman, but she kept talking and didn' t let me tell her anything. He told me that all the time he encouraged him to invite friends to his house. He said he even seemed to be upset when he came home and didn' t bring any friends. It was almost as if it were his obligation. Besides that, she mentioned that this woman was sleepwalking and that from the first day she came to live with her, she told her that from ten o' clock in the night she had to close her door. All right,' cause sometimes she' s asleep, she' s doing things she wouldn' t like to see. This already scared her a lot, especially because she told me that at night she heard her walls being whipped or she said rude things out loud. It was a very strange thing, because during the day she was a fairly quiet and friendly woman, who was always smiling and who did not miss any bad words under any circumstances.

22:57 It was almost as if at night he became a completely different person. The truth is, at the time I didn' t know how to react. I just told her something like that must be horrible, but I couldn' t help her anymore. A while later something else happened that doesn' t have much to do with me. Apparently, one of Julia' s closest friends I' d done the whole time I' d been there, had insisted enough on going to this neighbor' s house to hang out. At first, when I was told the story, I saw nothing strange about it, as she did not live nearby and probably did not know the background of how strange the neighbor was. Then I could deduce that he did it with all intent of seeing something strange and that he had surely heard someone tell about how strange that woman was. After that visit to the house, the next morning. That girl had a story she heard from anyone who asked and even who didn' t, and she knew very soon when she got to that house that something was wrong when she came in. That woman received her in a disturbing way, practically pulling her arm in to get her in. He also mentioned that the house looked strange. The walls seemed to have been white at some point, but they were too dirty and had some stains that might

24:27 well be blood or other fluids. Nor did the noises help to calm the nerves and the decoration was the worst. That woman had at least fifty photographs of herself distributed throughout the house. According to the girl she was always with the same pose staring and with a big smile. If it wasn' t because he had different clothes on each of the photographs, he could swear he just photographed the same over and over again. It was very disturbing, because you felt like I was watching you all the time. The girl also mentioned that they went to Julia' s room, which seemed to be the only place in the house that was clean. Everything else. It was dusty and smelled of moisture as if the dirty clothes had been left piled up for months.

25:19 When he thought of going to the bathroom, he realized that it was the source of the plague, a huge pile of totally wet laundry. It almost reached the roof and the roof of the bathroom seemed to be full of mold. The washbasin keys were so full of czarro that it was impossible to turn them to run the water. The worst thing was when he came out of the bathroom and saw the woman standing practically at the door, smiling at him with the same pose as in his photographs. The girl asked him if he was offered anything, to which the woman replied no, and then asked him if he was having fun at the same time as offering him lemon water.

26:02 At first, the girl refused, as the experience in the house gave her no confidence to ingest anything from that place. The woman practically dragged her into the kitchen, where she found a disaster even worse than in the bathroom. The girl described how the refrigerator seemed to have been taken straight out of a dumpster, dripping something thick out of the freezer and with an unpleasant smell. The table was full of dishes and dirty dishes that didn' t seem to have been cleaned in months with some pots, even having fly larvae, and that woman acted like all that was the most normal thing in the world.

26:45 The girl couldn' t take it anymore and ran out of that house without further explanation. That story, heard from an adult' s perspective, would be a clear warning signal to help that poor girl get out of her neglect and neglect. But for high school students it wasn' t like that. The rumor spread very quickly and very soon. I had half a school bullying her and telling her that I was going to give her something because of the conditions she lived in only one of the girls in her previous group of friends and I were the only ones who stayed by her side trying to support her at that time of difficulty. She explained to us that she had tried to clean the house before, but that she always told her that there was no need and that everything was perfectly tidy. He seemed upset if he tried to lift or clean anything, and eventually stopped trying. On one occasion I asked her if she had any other relatives she could come with, to which she replied no. Her grandparents had died and her mother' s family had completely separated from her after her birth. The woman was his father' s only sister. I had nowhere else to go This lasted about two or three months before one day without saying anything, she didn' t get to school or the next few days. At first I thought maybe she was sick.

28:17 After all, he didn' t live in the best conditions so he wouldn ' t get sick. Quite often, but after three weeks, something inside of me told me that I was not well and that I should ask for her. I knew it was the right thing to do, but it was hard for me to go and touch that woman directly for everything I had lived with her over the years I had been living with. It took me some time to encourage myself there, but as I realized that I didn' t seem to come back I built up courage. I didn' t go straight home one day as I came back from school and saw the neighbor walking. After he asked me again when he was free to go home, I asked him about Julia. At first she was very quiet staring at me, even the first time I saw that the smile was erased for a few seconds.

29:12 After that she smiled again and told me she was with her father. A little surprised and also happy for her. I asked him if he was back. She felt and after that she said goodbye to me very dryly, almost as if she didn' t want me to ask any more questions. The fact that she left without saying goodbye to me made me feel strange and a little sad, but at the same time I also felt very good for her that I had left that strange woman' s house and I didn' t think much about it anymore. I was sixteen by then if some other things related to that woman occurred to me, but I must say that it would be more or less the same thing that I have already told you just when I was that age. Something else happened. One night around three in the morning, while I was sleeping, I heard something very strange. It was like a very strong blow that happened every few seconds. At first I thought it was inside my house because of how loud it was heard, but very soon I realized it was coming from outside strange. I looked out the window and it took me almost nothing to see the origin of the sound through the public lighting. It was very clear that the neighbor was standing in her window more or less as usual, smiling and staring at the street, but this time she was doing something else. Every once in a while he dropped his

30:45 head against the glass. It didn' t look like it hurt, but you did hear that the blow was too strong. At first I didn' t know what to do. I didn' t seem to be paying attention to myself and almost immediately remembered that Julia gave me that she had told me that she was sleepwalking and doing very strange things during the night. I just went back to bed and tried to sleep, thinking it would eventually stop. At some point I swear I heard clearly the sound of a slamming glass I looked again, but she was no longer there. Nor was it possible to see if the glass was broken. I just lay down again and it didn ' t take long to fall asleep the next morning. I didn' t see the woman all day. When I came out I noticed that the glass in his window was too tight. Usually, whenever he was on his way to school. She was watching me and when I came back I found her walking down the same street as me. I never knew where I was going or if I only did it to run into me, but it wasn' t something I wanted to know and I didn' t see it all that day It got weird, but it didn' t matter when the days passed and the same thing happened. It became strange to me because there was no movement that came from his house either. It was almost as if it was abandoned and very soon all the neighbors noticed it and no one gave it importance.

32:15 It wasn' t like we could ignore that there was a nauseous smell coming out of it over the weeks. The smell came to the point that since you went around the street you could smell it. People could no longer ignore it and, after playing for a long time without success, called on the authorities to take care of the matter. To everyone' s horror, that woman had died inside her house and the smell came from her dead body breaking down. For everyone, it was shocking to have had a corpse in the neighborhood for so long, as it was in such bad condition that even after they took him away, the smell r rrodone out of his house for a long time. This was especially shocking to me because I could only remember the last night I had seen her. I started having some nightmares where she died because of one of the many blows she hit against the window. Then she passed out and no one helped her. At the age of eighteen, we were already taking the entrance exams for the University. A guy from my group of friends invited us all to camp. It was basically setting up tents in his backyard and sleeping outside. Our parents didn’ t have much trouble accepting it and soon we found ourselves planning everything we would do that night.

33:46 By that time, the smell of that house was gone and it was completely abandoned. When the day came, we all went and we were having a great time, but suddenly, the subject began to be diverted to paranormal events and different horror stories that we had heard from moment to moment. The conversation turned to that neighbor how strange it had been to grow up next to a person like that. We also began to wonder if the story that girl told when we were in high school about the horrible state of the house was real. After talking about it for a long time, the boy who lived in the house where we were proposed to go and see if he was still the same. We knew it wouldn' t be hard to get in because their fences weren' t too high. I almost immediately refused and told them that that house was right in front of mine and if my parents saw me, I would be in trouble, but everyone seemed very excited to go and see what was inside. It seemed like the perfect opportunity and, besides, very soon most of us would get out of there. At first, I refused, but they pressed so hard that in the end I couldn' t resist and accompanied them. As I mentioned earlier, it wasn' t a problem to get in. One of my colleagues was lighting up with the flashlight on his phone. We were walking through what had been that woman' s yard.

35:17 There was a lot of weed. We walked to the door and realized it was locked. At that moment I saw my perfect opportunity to tell them that it would be best to return as we could not enter, but my best friend, named David, began to break one of the windows of the window so that we could open it from the inside. This was big enough for us to get through. And that' s how we got in. As soon as we were inside, our noses flooded with a disgusting smell. It was something like death and moisture. Almost immediately we covered our noses and even several of us began to have arcades. I was just about to suggest we go back. When David started moving forward, we all followed him, as he was the only one who was lighting and I guess we didn' t want to run out of that shelter of light. One of my friends in the group, named Samuel, took out his phone and started recording saying that maybe we could catch a ghost. We all told him to stop talking nonsense and we kept moving forward. I remember even I mentioned that I shouldn ' t record. We couldn' t have any evidence that we had gone there, but he didn' t listen to me and he kept saying he wouldn' t show it to anyone. We soon realized that the story the girl had told about the house being made a position was short of what that

36:51 place really was. Of course, after a little over a year, the place was full of dust because of the s or two that it was, but all the garbage and stale food remains, as well as a huge pile of wet clothes and dirty frets. The place was infested with rats and cockroaches. Every room seemed to be worse than the one before. As soon as we entered the kitchen, we saw that refrigerator was not very large, rather it was very old and it smelled very bad at that time to break the tension, I remember well that David began to make jokes regarding that he was going to open the freezer, from which he seemed to be draining something.

37:35 I told him not to because if it' s already closed, it smells bad. I didn' t want to imagine how gross it would be if he thought to open that door. Almost everyone agreed with me, but after joking about the idea for a while, it seemed that everyone wanted to see what that freezer had and more and more they agreed that I should open it and without thinking about it. David opened that door twice to this day. I can' t describe the smell of that freezer. Just imagine the worst thing that' s ever solid and multiply it, and I assure you, it' s not even coming, for even the eyes have burned us with the plague. In addition, the door served as a sort of containment, because, at the time of opening it, a lot of what appeared to be brown water began to fall and after that, a bag with something inside hit the floor. It was so full of blood, rotten and tied so that it was not possible to see what it was. It just seemed to be the size of a small watermelon. None of us wanted to find out what it was. The smell was so unbearable that at that time we all agreed that it was time to get out of there, if we didn' t want to throw up because of the strong aroma that was already flooding every corner of the place, we started to practically run away from there, when

39:07 we were about to leave, something caught my attention. It was a white door, which had some stickers from a band that Julia liked. I don ' t know what happened to me, but instead of walking to the door, like everyone else, I stray to that door. Many told me to leave because the smell was practically unbearable, but I didn' t listen to them. I guess for not wanting to leave me they just followed me. I turned the door knob and this one had no insurance. It opened and, as soon as David was close enough to me, that room was completely illuminated, and that room was very different from the whole house. Of course it was all full of dust and some insects, but it didn' t look messy at all and not just that. The bed was stretched and s and all of Julia' s things were there the school backpack, her books, things that she would certainly, if she had carried at that time, I stayed petrified. I couldn' t understand how his stuff was still there.

40:15 If he had supposedly moved from this, I don' t remember, but David later told me that he tried to pull me to leave, but I didn' t move. The only thing that got me out of that trance was a voice that was heard at the end of the hall. You are the ones we all recognized right away, as we had listened to her a number of times during our childhood, saying exactly the same words, asking if we wanted to go in and eat candy and watch TV. At the same time as we heard steps approaching repeating that question over and over again we all shouted and ran. It was like an adrenaline rush, as I don ' t remember exactly what happened. All I know is that when I was able to react, we were already back in our friend' s yard.

41:07 I don' t think any of us could sleep that night. I don ' t remember us talking about it either, except as soon as it dawned, we all went back to our homes. Over the next few days we started talking about what we should do. Most people didn' t want to say anything because first we had a video that was very blurry. At that time, the definition of phones was not good and besides, we all ran and there was only a big stain on the bottom that could well go through lighting. Besides, we weren' t supposed to be there, so everyone agreed that we should just shut up. But I didn' t want to, and I could only think that Julia' s things were still in that house. After a long time I went to visit my parents and that house was exactly the same. I' ve always felt guilty for not doing more about it. I don' t know if I can do anything right now, especially because I basically don' t have any proof in my heart I hope I' m wrong and Julia' s okay, that she had a very good reason not to take all those things I saw that day. But the truth is, I' ve been trying to track her down for a long time without any success. It' s like he' s disappeared to date. I don' t know if that neighbor had any kind of psychopathy

42:37 or if she had only one serious mental problem. I guess I' ll never know through the walls. My name is Claudia. I am currently thirty - one years old and I would like to relate something that happened to me when I was a child. She was just very much my mom and I often passed it to myself because she had two jobs. We were forced to move constantly, always looking for a more accessible place to live, and it was in one of these searches that we came to that horrible place. Usually, my mom always tried to find places that were not only cheap, but also safe, because I stayed alone for a long time. But this time there was a big difference. The neighborhood we were in was not good and the little apartment my mom could rent was practically falling. There was a good reason for this. Recently I had been sick of an intoxication that kept me hospitalized in the hospital for many days. This left my mother heavily indebted to virtually all the people I knew and even had to borrow from the bank in order to pay for my medicines. For that way he had to be economizing as much as possible to get out of that financial hole as quickly as he

44:07 could. I didn' t understand this, I even remember that I told my mom many times that I didn' t want to stay there and that I liked it better where we lived before. She explained to me that we couldn' t afford it anymore and she also promised me that we wouldn' t be there long. To tell you the truth, we were there longer than anywhere else, because, being one of the cheapest rents I had to pay, it was the one I could keep the most. I remember that first day, the only thing I could notice was how horrible the place was. Several of the spotlights were melted. It smelled a lot of moisture and, if that were not enough, the walls had quite large cracks. I ' m not overreacting with this. If you hit directly some of the cracks, you could see the apartment that was stuck to ours. For obvious reasons, it couldn' t be seen very clearly, but I think you can give an idea of how horrible the state of that place is. At that time I had not completely healed myself. I still had to take some medicine.

45:15 Besides the intoxication. He had some breathing problems, so he must have been inside the house as long as possible. For the first five days everything was more or less normal, of course I hated being there, but gradually I was beginning to resign. Besides, being a dangerous neighborhood, my mom was forbidden to talk to anyone, it didn' t matter if it was the neighbors. During the first few days I fulfilled this rule, but on the sixth day something curious happened. Upon waking up I realized that on the wall that was attached to my bed and in which there was one of the biggest cracks stood out a small paper that appeared to be from a notebook sheet.

46:02 I didn' t know how I got there, but the truth is I didn' t give it too much importance at the time. Only with the curiosity I had at that age of nine did I pull it out and open it. I was very surprised because there was something written in it said oh neighbor fascinated by what had happened. All I could think of was peeking out of the crack to try to see on the other side. It should be noted that the first rift I mentioned in which another apartment was seen was on a different wall. Therefore, the apartment that remained towards the wall of my room was another, which was right behind ours. As I looked out I realized that on the other side it looked very dark. At first, I didn' t give it any importance, because I thought the crack might well get smaller as it progressed and it was impossible to see on the other side. But still. At that time, the idea of exchanging messages with whoever was on the other side seemed so great to me that I rushed to write mine, too, tore a piece of sheet from one of my notebooks, answered the greeting and put it back in trying to get it deep enough for me to receive it. Seconds later I began to see how another role began to emerge from that crack. He was telling me his name and age.

47:30 His name was Ruby and he was eight years old. He also asked me for my data, so excited, I answered his questions and did the same. I think we' ve been exchanging notes for about an hour. We didn' t really have much personal information at the time. Basically we were just talking about our favorite color, the different types of candy or food we liked and what games we liked to play that kind of conversation of children ' s own. I even remember that at some point I got so bored writing when she sent me one more note, wondering if I liked to jump the rope, I got a little closer to the crack and, instead of sending a note, I said yes. I thought I' d hear your answer, but there was only silence on the other side. At first I thought you hadn' t heard me. That was more strange, since the walls were so thin in those apartments that you basically heard the conversations of everyone who lived there. I decided to try it a second time, but I got the same result thinking I was listening. I asked him another question this time, although it wasn' t personal, it was an invitation, as I asked him if he didn' t want to come to my house to play some board games he had. I didn' t get any answers from a few light taps to the wall and asked if he was listening to me.

49:02 Nothing was heard on the other side, but seconds later they pushed another note through the crack, picked it up and opened it. This one was a little weird. It said my parents punished me and I can' t talk at the time, being nine years old, I didn' t care. Of course it did, as I had never heard such punishments. Of course my mom had punished me before, but she never resorted to forbidding me from speaking. I wrote again if you' d like to come to my house and play with me, and I sent it to you She told me that her parents never let her out of their house and that, besides, I didn' t know if my mom would like us to be friends.

49:49 I told her that my mom probably wouldn' t mind if we were friends, but she insisted and made me promise to ask her. When Mom arrived, I decided to ask her. At first. Mom was a little surprised, because, as I mentioned earlier, I was forbidden to talk to the neighbors and I didn' t know how I had met this child. But when I explained to her that her name was Ruby and that she lived in the apartment next door, as well as the fact that we had been exchanging notes through the walls, my mom understood everything and told me that she was fine and that she could be friends with Ruby if she wanted to. I was glad about that and even told my mom I was going to tell her.

50:36 I ran to my room and wrote a note telling her that my mom agreed that we were friends This time I didn' t get any answers. I figured maybe she was busy. The next morning, when I woke up, I realized that there was another part in the crack, I took it out and read that Ruby told me that she had told her parents if we could be friends, but that her parents had said no. She also told me she' d really like to be my friend. We could keep talking. I agreed. I must admit, I do. I felt a little bad about the fact that Ruby' s parents didn' t want me to be friends with their daughter when they didn' t know us remembering, I hadn' t seen anyone walk in or out of that apartment once, but I didn' t think much about it we kept talking about that day and also the days that followed. I am very aware that my questions were too basic, as I was telling her, but she asked much more elaborate questions and answers. You could say that because of that I realized to one at my young age that her life was very different from mine. I think that ' s the first time I' ve ever known her to be abused by her parents. He talked to me about punishments that didn' t make much sense like cold showers when it was too cold or putting a hot spoon in

52:08 his mouth every time he told lies. Despite having this information, I didn ' t know what to do with it. I didn' t tell my mother, because I thought she was scared. Maybe she wouldn' t let me be her friend anymore. I didn' t want that to happen, because during our conversations, Ruby told me that she didn' t have any friends because her parents wouldn' t let her talk to other children. He also told me that, now that I had come to live there, I was very happy to be able to meet someone. We' ve been talking like that for many days. We got to the point where she couldn' t tell me a lot of things I didn' t know anymore. Usually, I was the one who told her more things like my day to day at school or things that I had gone to do with my hand Mom.

53:00 I thought my mom didn' t care about this peculiar friendship I had with Ruby, but it turned out that she did care. One day she told me that she had talked to the neighbor who lived downstairs and she had told her that some children would come together to play in the afternoon. In some houses, this was because, as unsafe as the neighborhood was, they did not like that they were outside, but that I was welcome to join them. I said yes. And the next thing my mom said was what puzzled me. He told me that now that he already had friends, he could put Ruby aside. I asked her why she was telling me that, but my mom didn' t tell me any more soon after she went to work and that conversation didn' t go on anymore. But he told me the time and the number of apartments the children would be in and after telling Ruby I was going there, I left at first I was a little nervous not to like them, but the truth is that they all behaved very nice and very soon. He was already part of the group. We watched movies, played several board games and even set up a fort in one of them' s living room. She was fine, but at some point I mentioned Ruby, telling them I was sad that her parents wouldn' t let her out.

54:23 I also told them that maybe if I went to their house personally and explained to them, they could let her out. Get out for a while. But all the children there looked at me confused and asked me who Ruby was. I explained it to them was the girl who lived on the side of my apartment. They all looked at me very strangely and told me that the ones we were there at the time were the only children we lived in those apartments. I immediately replied no. I explained to them about the notes on the walls and how we' ve been talking for a long time now. Stranged, Miguel, the boy who lived in the apartment we were in at the time, asked me curious exactly the number of apartment I lived in.

55:10 I told him and Stranger told me that no one lived in the apartment back. Almost immediately I replied that this could not be possible because I had been talking to Ruby, but he insisted. He told me that his dad was very close to the owner of those apartments and that he had heard many times that all the people who came to that apartment did not last long living there and that place had been empty for a long time. I replied again that it was not true and even told him that if I wanted to go to my house and try to talk to Ruby. At that time all the intrigued children agreed and very soon we all moved to my apartment. When I arrived there was already a continuous Ruby station in one of the cracks. This surprised very few, as when I opened it and the note said to warn him. When I returned, many believed that it was I who had written it. Almost immediately I took my pencil, wrote it down and put it in the crack to answer me. We were waiting for about two minutes before a new note started coming out of the crack. Needless to say, everyone was very excited. I got out and read that note just said it' s not just true. I figured I' d heard the fuss of all the kids out there in the room. I didn' t care much about

56:45 that and I just wrote to him that I didn' t and sent it back to him. This time it took longer to answer me and when he did, he just said he didn' t like the other kids and said goodbye. For those moments everyone was very surprised, but Miguel was still confused, as he claimed that there was no one living in the apartment at the Back. We all even left my home and looked out the windows of the other apartment. These were covered by thick curtains and they almost didn' t let us see anything. I did I came to see what place. If it looked very empty it had no furniture and it didn' t look like there was anyone living there either. I don' t know how to explain it, but I think we can all realize when one place is being inhabited by another person, it seemed that no one had lived there in a long time. It was only the bit I could see through an opening of the curtain. That didn' t tell me much. We all ran back to my apartment and tried to get back to Ruby, but she didn' t answer me anymore. Even the other children also wanted to do it and wrote their own notes, putting them in the grim, but they were not successful either. We were all confused there about getting notes from an apparently empty department, either, it was like we could do a lot on that day.

58:14 Later, about ten o' clock that night that same day, I saw how a new note began to emerge from the crack. I got up and opened it, but I realized it wasn' t ruby. Rather, it was one of the notes the children had written to try to communicate with her. Pretty soon I saw how the other three started coming out. I wrote an apology telling her that she was already alone and that she regretted that they had written to her, when she didn' t want to talk to them right away. She answered me by telling me she was fine. For that point. I was already a little thoughtful about this friendship and also about the fact that I had been told that this apartment was empty I wrote a new note this time a little longer, telling him what Miguel had said and also what he had seen. She took a long time to answer me. I thought I wouldn' t do it anymore, but suddenly I saw a note again on the wall The jalé wasn' t an answer or at least not one I was expecting, since all it did was ask me how I went to school. I replied that well and again I tried to answer the question by telling him if his parents had forbidden him to talk about it. But instead, what he answered was another question about how my day had gone.

59:43 It was almost like she wasn' t reading what I was asking her. I was so confused at the time that I just stopped answering him and it wasn' t like Ruby insisted either. We just stopped talking for that day. I remember as soon as my mom came to work, I asked her if she knew the apartment next door was empty. To my surprise, she answered me naturally that she did. He had been told it had been empty for a long time. That was one of the main reasons why I hadn ' t bothered her with the rift in my room, as I knew no one would try to spy on her. Even more upset by the fact that my mom knew, I asked her then how it was possible that Ruby was communicating with me my mom rubbed her face for a moment, almost as if she had no energy to talk to me at that time. But he still did it and explained to me very calmly and empatheticly that Ruby was imaginary and that she was a little worried that she would have taken this whole Ruby subject so far because she was a little older to have imaginary friends. But he thought that for the first few days he had not been able to leave and neither had he known anyone. Then I had invented it so I wouldn' t feel so lonely. I said it wasn' t like that. I even showed her some notes so she would realize that Ruby' s lyrics and

1:01:13 my lyrics looked very different, but she told me it was me and she also told me not to pretend, because I knew perfectly well that Ruby was not real, but I kept insisting. She came to the point that my mom, seriously, was worried that I couldn' t distinguish between reality and what she thought was pure fantasy. I frustrated, took a sheet and wrote to put it back in the crack, but nothing happened. I told my mom to wait, because Ruby always answered me. After fifteen minutes, she told me that she was very tired and that we would continue that conversation the next day. But just as I was about to take my gaze away from that crack to its astonishment and my relief a note began to come out of it. I smiled thinking that it fully checked Ruby' s existence and that the apartment was not empty, but Mom was terrified without giving me time, took the note and opened it. I read it. It was written in red ink on it. I' ll kill your mother. I did not understand why I had written that, as ruby had never said anything that could be considered aggressive or threatening. My mom approached the crack to see through it.

1:02:39 I was about to tell her that nothing was visible, when suddenly Mom jumped back. He practically pulled my arm and we both got out of the apartment. Even Mom started screaming to wake up the other neighbors and very soon several of them came out to see what had happened. Mom told them there was someone inside. They called the owner and he opened the door. What I will tell next is not something that I lived, as they did not let me pass, but my mom later told me exactly what they saw when they came in, as because of my young age I do not remember much.

1:03:19 After what I already told, my mom, along with two of the neighbors, came in to see me surprised that my mom could have seen something, as it looked dark inside. According to my mom, when you came in you could even smell that no one had lived there for a long time. The neighbors asked her how she knew there was someone in that apartment, to which she told them a little bit about the notes. He said they were moving cautiously towards the room, which was stuck with mine, but when they got there, they realized it was empty. They all began to say that perhaps mons knew the situation interpreted and that sometimes children could have a wild imagination. But my mom wasn' t willing to leave the subject. He even told them that she had seen clearly how someone pushed a note from that place into our apartment. The moment my mom said that, she says something was heard as if a little boy happened behind them they lit up with the flashlight, but they didn' t see anyone. He says they also heard as if a girl was laughing. He said it was very clear that he was running and in time they felt they were going to catch up. It was like the girl was faster they couldn' t even see her. They realized that I was only leading them out and they thought that the girl would

1:04:53 run away too for those of us who were outside we saw everyone leave. All of these were waiting for an explanation or to get the one who had been living in that apartment out of hiding. The truth was that they looked at the outsiders with the same face because they wondered if they hadn' t seen the girl leave, but no one saw anything. After that they told everyone what they had heard, but the outsiders agreed that they had not seen anyone but them leave that place and that being able to escape on the other hand would be impossible, as the only place to escape would be jumping out the window and it was at least five meters and the only other exit was the one on the side where everyone was waiting for them. That night was basically marked as the day my mom got confused and alerted everyone. But for my mom there was never the slightest doubt that there was something sinister in that place. We didn' t even stay in that apartment. That night we only stayed in the living room of one of the neighbors. The next morning we picked up all our stuff and left. At that time I tried to ask Mom what exactly she had seen, but she never wanted to tell me.

1:06:16 I guess it was because I didn' t want to be scared when I was older about 15 years old. She did come to confess to me what she saw that day, and she told me that indeed, she saw a girl in there looking very thin and malnourished. His hair was thin and very thin. She said she was at the bottom of the room looking straight into the crack, almost as if she were aware that she was looking at her. She also told me that as soon as she saw her, there was no doubt to her that that girl was dead and that she was a ghost. He said that at the time he had been very afraid that she wanted to take me and that was why he had made such a scandal, since it was the only way to guarantee a safe place to spend that night.

1:07:10 But that day, deep down, she knew that they would not find anything, since what she had seen did not belong to this world. Stories written and adapted by Lisa Hernández