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Los Símbolos Malditos De La Bruja ( Recopilación De Sucesos Paranormales #2 ) - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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Many times I have heard that every person is free to choose his destiny.
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I don' t really agree, and my motive is not my theories or
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assumptions. I form my judgment based on my own experiences. When I say
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that I do not agree that there is free will, I say so because,
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at least in what I have been able to observe between my family and
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other close people, one is born already with the future marked. My great
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- grandfather explained to me during the great part of his life he owned a
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ranch and his respective cattle. On one occasion, a drunk got into my
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great- grandfather' s property, was armed and started shooting at the animals.
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Of course my great- grandfather came out with his shotgun and shot the
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drunk. But by the time that happened, the guy had already killed three
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quarters of my great- grandfather' s cattle. That incident was not a
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choice, but rather a series of circumstances that were apparently already predestined. Because
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of what happened and following the customs rooted in the place where I lived,
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my great- grandfather had the right to claim from the intruder' s family
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all belongings that he considered necessary to compensate for the value of the animals that
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the drunkard had killed. If my memory does not fail me, the animals
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sacrificed by the drunk man were the following one horse, three bulls, nine
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cows and, between sheep and goats, they totaled about thirty animals in total.
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The compensation my great- grandfather could claim was not limited only to the
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value of the animals. It also covered the offspring that they could have had
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and the products that could have been obtained through their holding, such as cheese,
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milk and wool. It was. He was a considerable urray mon and
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the family of the deceased drunk was in a complicated situation. Although my great
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- grandfather stayed with the deceased' s blacksmith shop, this did not prove
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to be enough to repair the damage caused. With the approval of the village
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manager, my great- grandfather decided to take more drastic measures to balance the
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losses. He was allowed to stay with the youngest daughter of the deceased man,
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an authorization that at that time and in that context was considered a form
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of compensation. Thus, the young woman became the wife of my great-
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grandfather and from this union my grandfather and his brothers were born. To all
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this, as it was all, a mess to re- start the ranch
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focused on livestock. My great- grandfather made the decision to dedicate his land
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to sowing. At the same time, he managed to run the blacksmith'
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s workshop and with the profits of the latter, managed to launch the new
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agricultural facet. My great- grandfather had the blessing of having four sons to
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three of them he instructed in the complexities of cultivation, teaching them the secrets
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of managing the land for sowing. To my grandfather, on the other hand,
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he transmitted the knowledge necessary to master the workshop of blacksmithing between the sparks
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and the heat of the workshop. My grandfather crossed paths with my grandmother,
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because her family was the usual one. The offspring of my grandparents consisted exclusively
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of girls. So, as my grandfather grew older, he raised the need
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to ensure the continuity of the blacksmith' s workshop with the desire to leave
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a legacy, he sought out a competent young man who could take over the
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workshop when it was gone. The chosen one was the eldest son of a
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good friend of my grandfather. This young man turned out to be a prodigy
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with metal, showing an innate talent for working with iron and steel. Over
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time, the workshop flourished even more under his skillful direction. That skilled craftsman
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ended up marrying the eldest daughter of my grandparents from that union. So I,
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when I went into high school I started to lend a hand in my
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dad' s workshop. Now that workshop is my responsibility, not because it
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was my only choice in life, but because, despite having completed college,
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I decided to keep alive the tradition that has lasted in my family for so
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many years. Although I do not unwrap directly in metal forging, my college
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studies gave me the ability to transform the blacksmith into a thriving business. I
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currently have five employees under my direction. My role is more focused on the
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management and admission of the workshop. Although I am not a blacksmith in the
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traditional sense, my business represents the continuation of the blacksmith that my great-
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grandfather handled with care. My great- grandfather, initially benefited from cattle farming,
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was forced to change course due to an incident with a drunk man.
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After all, if that drunk hadn' t wreaked havoc on my great-
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grandfather' s cattle, things would have developed completely differently. It is curious
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how a seemingly negative event can have ramifications that affect future generations. The tragedy
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that led to the massive loss of animals also turned out to be the starting
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point for a new stage in my great- grandfather' s life. The
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need to recover from the losses led him to an unexpected decision to marry the
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younger daughter of the deceased man, changing the course of my family history.
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If my grandfather hadn' t been born of that union, things would have
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taken a different direction. Their gender as girls generated the need to hire a
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man to operate the family smithy. This event ultimately led to the encounter and
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marriage of my parents. The blacksmith under my direction has become a prosperous business.
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We specialize in serving a high- class clientele upwards. Every piece that
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leaves our workshop carries with it an elaborate design, as we refuse to work
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on minimalist projects. Although some customers are looking for simpler things, I always
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insist that, regardless of simplicity, the work will be designed and that design
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will have its cost. This approach not only defines our style, but also
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the clientele with which we choose to work. By charging as designs as we
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make sure to avoid dealings with limited budget customers. The truth is that we
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prefer to have customers willing to pay for the quality and originality of our work,
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and that allows us to keep prices high. The business philosophy I adopted
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is based on the idea that those with high economic resources do not spare in
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spending when they find something they like. This mentality has allowed us not only
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to maintain a high level of quality in our creations, but also to ensure
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business continuity over time. I don' t work for millionaires either, but
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I' d say the average of my clients earns at least 40, 000
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pesos a month. The jobs we do are so well done that we don
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' t need to be looking for customers. Everyone who has requested our services
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recommends us. And so for a recommendation was that the two thousand tenins nine
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I met doña Mercedes, a lady of about sixty- something years, very
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fine and of a lot of money. That lady was certainly an enigma,
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from the way she expressed herself to her peculiar appearance and behavior. Today,
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it is not uncommon to meet people covered in tattoos, but what is exceptional,
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at least from my perspective, is to see an elderly woman adorned with
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tattoos everywhere On both wrists she had a tattooed eye, three triangles decorated her
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neck, a small seven- pointed star peeking near one of her ears and
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each of her fingers was marked with tattooed rings. The workers told me that
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the lady had a tattoo on her back. I wouldn' t know if
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that was true or not, but the workers said that when I went to
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the workshop with my hair picked up, I could see a tattoo spreading from
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shoulder to shoulder. In addition to the tattoos, the accessories I chose to
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wear were, in some way, equally unique, bracelets adorned with unusual crosses,
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a necklace with the shape of the triquette and its earrings were small skulls.
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I repeat, I know that some of these things can be normal in
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people today, especially in young adults, but she was a lady over sixty
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and she was a classy lady. That' s why his appearance drew so
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much attention. Doña Mercedes owned some kind of ladies' hunt. The place
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the lady was running was kind of like boarding school. It was a big
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place. I would say that construction was about four hundred meters divided into three
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floors, plus a fairly large courtyard. I wouldn' t know exactly how
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many girls lived there. I know it was more than ten and less than
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fifteen. I' m saying that because of the number of rooms the place
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had. There were seven rooms. Of those seven rooms, one was single,
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two had bunk beds and the other four rooms were for three people.
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But the place wasn' t 100% occupied. That' s why I
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tell you that there were between ten and fifteen girls living there, according to
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what I got to talk to Doña Mercedes. There they received the girls from
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their first period and could leave until they were seventeen years old. The parents
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of the girls had to pay four thousand pesos a month, covering meals,
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clothing, personal hygiene accessories and the education they received, which was special throughout
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the several years that passed. There they received subjects such as chemistry, biology,
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herbology, history, theology, astrology, medicine, geology, ancient healthy
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languages and other medium rare things. The first job Doña Mercedes requested was to
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change the bars on all the windows. There were four different designs, plus
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they were too specific designs. He asked for a design for the only single
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room window. The design included an average staff camouflaged with the rest of the
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design. As for the rooms with bunk beds, the design of the bars
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had several interlaced triangles. For the other four rooms, the design consisted of
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nine circles joined by lines that extended in all directions and for the bars of
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all the other windows of the building, the design was a crescent mixed with
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a sun. In all the years I' ve designed window bars, I
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' ve never been asked for such specific things. Mrs Mercedes was very happy
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with the low deal we made, because the designs were as she had requested
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them, as well as that everything was ready, including the installation. The
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same week she requested it. After we finished the installation of the bars,
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Doña Mercedes, as a thank you, invited us all to eat the dining
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room that Doña Mercedes had in that place. It was impressive a glass table
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for sixteen people and on that occasion it was the first time I saw the
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girls living there, which was rare, because when I went to take measurements
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of all the windows there was no girl. Nor, while we were installing
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the bars, do I have any idea where they were. The point is,
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when we and Doña Mercedes sat in the dining room, it was some
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of the girls who served the food. His attire could be described as a
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kind of uniform, though not exactly. The girls wore black heels, black
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stockings, a mid- length skirt and black color. They completed their dress
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with sweatshirts that did not have a specific color. Each of the four girls
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who served us had a sweatshirt of a different color. I clearly remember one
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wearing a red sweatshirt, another wearing a dark blue, the third wearing a
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yellow- coffee tone, and the last wearing a white sweatshirt. About five
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months later, Doña Mercedes returned to the workshop to apply for another job.
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I wanted to change the gate. The one she had was a fence,
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like almost all the gates of the houses that you can see from one side
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to the other, and I wanted to change it for a closed not smooth
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one, because it also had its design, but the design was relief on
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the metal sheets. I remember clearly that from the first time that Doña Mercedes
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came to the workshop to request the grilles of the windows, she expressly asked
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us that neither I nor any of the workers take pictures. So, unfortunately,
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I don' t have images to show you, but well, you
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have to respect what the customer asks for. After I finished with the gate.
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It' s been over a year without Mrs Mercedes asking for a big
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job. Of course, every two or three weeks I ordered something simpler.
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I remember once we did the repair of the lattice on a balcony. We
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also strengthened the protection of the stairs and brought us some ornaments that were somewhat
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worn out so that we would leave them as new. Mrs Mercedes was always
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a nice lady. I wouldn' t say we were friends, but we
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got along pretty well and every time I came to the workshop we had pleasant
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talks. In one of those talks I asked her how many teachers she had
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to attend to the girls in her boarding school. Turned out she was the
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only one who was in charge of the girls' education. Doña Mercedes was
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not only the owner of the place, but also the rector, caregiver and
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educator of these young people. She herself taught them how to prepare food so
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that they would not have to take care of it. The girls, for
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their part, were responsible for keeping the place clean and in order. It
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was fascinating to see how everything worked perfectly without the need for third- party
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intervention. Doña Mercedes had meticulous control over every aspect of her boarding school,
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and such efficient self- management was a testament to her dedication and the discipline
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she instilled in the young women who resided there. It was clear that the
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lady was a quite prepared woman. I was intrigued by his ability to keep
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this place safe without the presence of none, a guard in sight or something
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like that. My doubt was that, as it was a place where there
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were only women and all minors, if anyone could get involved, it could
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end up in a huge tragedy. The answer the lady gave me left me
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very intrigued. He told me that he had already faced difficult situations on two
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occasions. At these events people had tried to enter the place with dark intentions.
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The first time was a man and the second time three individuals dared to
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break into space. Both incidents had led to unpleasant situations and on both occasions,
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the intruders had to be removed from the place covered with a white blanket
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to go straight to the morgue Doña Mercedes prepared them to face any threat to
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me. That didn' t end up squareing me, because I don'
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t think a lady over sixty can teach martial arts to a few girls.
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But when I asked him about it, his answer was too ambiguous. He
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told me something like that the body wasn' t the only thing that could
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be used to defend itself. I doubt very much that she taught them how
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to use firearms, so I really have no idea what she meant by those
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words. In early February, Ms Mercedes went to the workshop to request a
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large job. She wanted to change all the doors, but not only those
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of the boarding school, but also those of her home. I take this
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opportunity to clarify that until that moment I thought that the lady lived inside the
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boarding school, but apparently she was only there to perform her functions, but
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she did not spend the nights in the place. Anyway, in boarding school
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there were a total of thirteen doors and in Mrs Mercedes' house there were
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seven doors, so we had to have twenty doors ready with their design so
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exotic, painted and placed for Thursday of the first week of March. Not
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a day before or a day later did I want those doors installed on that
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date. Specifically, I have no idea why, and I didn' t
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really ask him. The design of the forging of the doors was no longer
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as subtle as the designs of the previously worked ones that he had asked us
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for. The twenty doors had the same design. It would be impossible for
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me to describe it accurately, but if I can tell you the symbols I
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had was the eye, the one from Egypt, a pyramid, a pentagram,
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a symbol I had never seen, but it was obvious that it had
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something to do with the devil. There was also a kind of eclipse with
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horns and the star of the Jews. All the symbols were integrated into the
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design in such a precise way that when I showed the draft to a friend
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who was a design expert, he told me that even he wouldn' t
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have come up with something so perfectly integrated. He stressed to me that the
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lady had to have a very advanced knowledge so that she could have devised something
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like that. The doors were finished and installed the day Doña Mercedes specified it.
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After that we made him some other minor commissions for six months until at
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the beginning of October, curiously just when a new bishop arrived in the city,
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Doña Mercedes went to the workshop to visit me to tell me that she
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was going to have to close her boarding school. It was not specific about
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the reason for the closure. She gave me an envelope with a good sum
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of money and two sets of keys. He asked me on the 25th of
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that month to go both to boarding school and to his house to remove the
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twenty doors, and he specified to me that the metal should melt it and
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that I could give it away. Throw it away or whatever I wanted,
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but I didn' t want me to reuse the molten metal from the doors.
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The money inside the envelope was enough to follow his instructions to the letter
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without asking a single question. However, I did not give what was left
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after melting the doors. That' s where I' ve kept it crumbling
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in a corner of the workshop. Most interesting of all is that the workers
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have told me that, from time to time, when they pass near the
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place where that is, they can hear voices of women saying things that they
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cannot understand. When I decided to take my trip, the first thing I
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did was to carefully check the oil and water level of my vehicle. I
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needed to make sure everything was in order for the road ahead. We often
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find ourselves in places where it is difficult to find even water, so it
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was essential to be prepared. After confirming that everything was in good condition,
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I went up to my trailer and started to get it started. I gave
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him time to warm up properly, watching the compression of the engine increase.
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Once I was ready, I got going. After a considerable time, I
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began to feel a little bad. This discomfort was not sudden, but was
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due to previous days of intense work without the necessary rest. I felt discomfort
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in the body and a slight cold. I decided to stop for a moment
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and look for something in the medicine cabinet. I took a pill to relieve
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the symptoms and rested a bit. After about half an hour I continued on
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my way. However, later I experienced discomfort again, but this time I
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stopped again and took another pill. After resting and feeling better, I resumed
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my journey. The night began to fall and as I passed through Tehuacán,
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I noticed something unusual. On my left side. A shadow was formed that
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looked like a ball wrapped in a sheet. It was strange, a kind
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of big ball, about eight inches covered by a sheet. That' s
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how it happened, and let me tell you that at that moment I experienced
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a scare of remarkable proportions. It was as if someone touched my window glass
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unexpectedly. I saw something, and every time I turned around I was even
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more bewildered. The attention divided between the steering wheel and the figure that followed
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me generated an uncomfortable feeling At some point, my nervousness began to grow and
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not knowing what to do. I decided to close the glass, though it
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was a little low. I kept driving, but the presence of that figure
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remained persistent as an unwanted shadow. After a while, nervousness took over me,
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leaving me without knowing the best way to deal with the situation. I
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closed the glass, but the figure was still there and the tension was felt
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in the air and my only option was to keep the concentration on the road.
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Suddenly, the silhouette crossed right in front of me, obstructing my vision
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abruptly. I grabbed the steering wheel hard, trying to deal with the unexpected
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situation. The figure moved to the other side of the trailer, but the
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distance between us remained a mystery. It had to be about ten to fifteen
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meters, which only intensified my bewilderment. The figure continued its follow- up
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now alternating between the two sides of the trailer. At one point I passed
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some tracks near Tehuacán and the figure persisted, making my nervousness reach new levels.
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After passing the tracks, the figure was still there, but now there
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was a squealing similar to that of pigs, a sound that puzzled my senses,
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I did not slow down. Rather, I accelerated using the engine brake
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to generate additional noise and scare away what followed me. The figure and the
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squealing continued to defy my attempts to get rid of them. It was at
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that time, in despair and growing fear, that I chose to resort to
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a strategy known to many drivers. I began to give blessings and pray for
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protection. At that time of restlessness, as he advanced, the figure faded
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into a dense weed between trees and bushes. One last surprise, however,
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lay in mind, as a fireball emerged from among the trees, illuminating part
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of the weeds before disappearing altogether. After that incident, I took a moment
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to reflect on what happened and after that I shared it with Don Enrique.
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From that moment on there began to be heard squeaks of pigs resounding on the
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road. In my rearview mirror. I observed carefully, as some companions sometimes
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carry animals. I thought maybe someone was coming after me very close, but
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by paying more attention, the noise turned out to be foreign. Don Enrique,
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when listening to my account, initially considered that it could be a hallucination.
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However, his surprise was palpable when he shared the experience with another companion,
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who revealed to him that he had experienced the same on that stretch of
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the road. I continued my way to a restaurant where I asked for a
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bread preferably hard der de do a uer la fright that still accompanied me.
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Upon receiving the bread, I noticed a bitter taste in biting it, a
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sensation that persisted throughout the experience, perhaps attributable to the same scare that kept
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resounding in my mind. After a while, I chose to calm down with
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a cup of tea. It was at that moment that a companion approached me
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observing my altered state. When I asked myself what was going on, I
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shared the strange experience on the road. His response, far from surprising me,
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confirmed that it was not a unique case, as several comrades had apparently
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experienced similar situations on the same road. The explanation I received was that each
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road has its own history, marked by dangerous curves, fatal accidents and the
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presence of beings who, for various reasons, have been trapped between the limits
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of life and death. These stories intertwine in the solitude of a trailer booth,
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sharing among travelers who travel along those paths. Despite these accounts and shared
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experiences, the explanation of what happened remains a mystery without a clear answer.
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It is a curse of beings wandering on the road or simply the suggestion and
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fear that grips drivers in times of tension. This uncertainty perpetuates the legend,
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transforming each journey into a possible journey full of inexplicable riddles and surprises. But,
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according to my experience and what some others have told me, these were
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witches who stalked the path of some trailers in that part of the road,
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which I hope I will never walk again. This fascinating legend transports us to
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the road that connects San Miguel de Allende with Celaya. Even today, if
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you venture along this path, you can descend to the bridge, where the
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scene transforms into a place where candles, eggs, rotten and flowers are found,
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elements that are commonly used in what some call satanic rituals. During the
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nights. Let us go back to 1, 500 seventy- five, when
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two Franciscan friars, Fr Francis Doncel and Fr Pedro de Burgos, were passing
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through this bridge. His mission was to hand over two sacred figures of the
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Christ of the Conquest. However, his journey was interrupted by the arrival of
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Chichimecas, members of a recognized tribe that the Spaniards never managed to conquer.
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Tragically they were murdered in this place, thus weaving a dark story around the
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bridge. This structure, which anti- painting, was part of the road
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to Zelaya, has witnessed numerous car accidents over the years. Those who have
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survived these mishaps have shared disturbing experiences, mentioning having seen a father in a
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tunic similar to that of the Franciscan monks, just before losing control of their
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vehicles for no apparent reason. It was in those moments of tragedy and mystery
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that the link between the deaths that occurred in this site and the alleged curse
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that surrounds it the energy that emanates from this bridge has been described as deeply
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macabre, leaving an indelible mark on the perception of those who venture around it.
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The warning becomes firmer at dusk, when it is said that the presence
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of Satanists becomes more evident. Darkness awakens mysteries and inexplicable activities, turning nights
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into fertile ground for terrifying experiences. The fervent recommendation is to visit this place
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during the day, where light reveals the majesty of the environment. But the
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nights marked by the detection of satanic activities are a territory that is best avoided
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at all costs. Legend persists woven in the history of a bridge that,
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though physically tangible, has become the epicenter of a narrative that arouses fear and
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curiosity in those who dare to dive into its enigma. The truth is that
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this story, though strong, I think it is important to tell it so
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that everyone is alert. Sometimes what you think is your best friend can turn
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out to be your worst enemy. It all started with my uncle and a
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childhood friend. She imitates the guy. They were inseparable since they were young.
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But, as my uncle says, sometimes appearances can be misleading. On
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one occasion, my uncle visited her friend' s house. What he discovered
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there changed his perception of his friend forever. In the middle of the walls,
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there were strange symbols on a furniture, there was a statue of the
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devil and other disturbing things that suggested the practice of witchcraft in that house.
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The things my uncle saw weren' t hidden in his friend' s room.
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Therefore, it meant that whatever was going on there was done by the
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whole family, not just the friend. My uncle tried not to get paranoid
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and didn' t want to give much importance to what he saw at his
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friend' s house. He assumed that what he had seen was not necessarily
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bad. She chose to think that maybe her friend' s family had different
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beliefs and she did leave the matter, but making use of common sense,
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little by little, she started to mark some distance, although he didn'
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t want to judge her, but he didn' t want to get involved
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either. That small gap that opened between them gave way to the friend getting
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a boyfriend, which turned out pretty good, because my uncle and her friend
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' s boyfriend got off quite well, and not only that, but the
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friend' s boyfriend introduced a girl to my uncle and became boyfriends, so
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now they were a small group of four. However, since the four of
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them started to go for a walk, little by little it changed in my
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uncle' s friend as if she was irritated. Besides, he didn'
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t seem to tolerate my uncle' s girlfriend much. What' s more,
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my uncle said that even she came to make certain sarcastical and malicious comments
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that made my uncle' s girlfriend uncomfortable. It was through an acquaintance who
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margarita my uncle' s girlfriend received the news that would change her perspective.
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Her friend was not only acting out of jealousy, but she was in love
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with her boyfriend. The revelation came as a blow, tearing apart the illusion
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of sincere and loyal friendship that both shared. Margaret' s heart, once
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filled with confidence and joy, was affected by betrayal and surprise. He could
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not believe that the person he had blindly trusted had hidden feelings that threatened to
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break the delicate balance of his relationships. Friendship, once strong, as an
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indestructible bond, staggered under the weight of revelation. Thus, in the fabric
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of Margarita' s life a history of fractured friendship and hidden loves was woven.
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The simple twist of knowing the man of his life became a complex plot
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of betrayed loyalties and hidden feelings. The initial simplicity of friendship was blurred by
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the complexity of human emotions, demonstrating that sometimes appearances can conceal truths that are
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only revealed in the least expected moments. Margarita, upset by what she heard,
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did not stand by and decided to face her friend, even though the
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latter' s attitude was as evident as the sun in the sky. The
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confrontation was inevitable, but the friend, despite all the signs, strongly denied
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any accusation. It was at that moment of disarray that friendship, which was
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once solid, broke into pieces, leaving the two roads separate. Time went
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on and Margaret, despite the pain of the break, found a new chapter
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in her boyfriend life, who was my uncle, the man who had come
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to change everything, asked her to marry him. In a matter of months
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they found themselves exchanging vows at the altar united by the sacred bond of marriage.
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Margaret' s happiness was crowned by love and the promise of a life
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together. However, the plot took a mysterious turn on the day of his
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wedding. A gift came from someone who chose to stay in the shadows.
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They left no name, only an intriguing note that said happy until death separated
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them The gift itself was a large picture, a beautiful image of a virgin
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Margaret with a mixture of emotion and devotion, decided to hang the picture at
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the head of her bed, in her new home. The image of Our
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Lady became a spiritual beacon, a constant reminder of the divine protection she hoped
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to have in her marriage. Every day before he rested, he prayed fervently
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asking Our Lady to take care of his union and guide his steps along the
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path of lasting happiness. Our Lady' s presence in Margaret' s life
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became more than a wall ornament, a spiritual connection that brought comfort in difficult
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moments and celebration in the days of joy. The story of lost friendship was
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replaced by the promise of a new beginning under the benevolent gaze of the Virgin,
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who silently observed every chapter of Margaret' s life. A few weeks
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after the wedding, things took an unexpected and gloomy turn for Margarita. My
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uncle, who used to be a loving boyfriend, changed drastically. The happiness
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they once shared faded away and, instead, the temper and the tendency to
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drink took hold of him. The discussions became a constant in his home,
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a discordant echo of what was once a promising love. The nights became a
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challenge for Margarita. On several occasions, my uncle came home completely drunk unleashing
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his fury for no apparent reason. The screams filled the rooms and she was
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in the midst of an emotional storm trying to calm the turbulent waters of a
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marriage that was crumbling her husband' s temper. Soon it became physical aggression
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and fear settled in his heart. The aftermath of those nights was visible on
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his face marked by sadness and fear. The promise of eternal love had become
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a heartbreaking reality and Margaret' s life was trapped in a whirlwind of negative
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emotions. Every day it turned into a battle and expected it from better times
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slowly faded away. The tragic outcome came unexpectedly. In one of those intense
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fights. A blow to the head proved fatal to her husband. Death marked
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the end of a tumultuous relationship, but it was not the end of the
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difficulties for her. Despite her husband’ s physical absence, emotional weight persisted.
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The shadows of the past continued to haunt Margarita and the liberation that could
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be expected. Your husband' s death didn' t make it. The
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aftermath of violence and fear persisted in creating invisible scars on his soul. After
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her husband' s death, Margaret' s life became even more complicated.
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On several occasions, despair led her to seek help and a friend of hers
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became her confidant. Margarita claimed that her house was plagued with ghosts that tormented
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her day and night. The nights became a battlefield and in the darkness the
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noises turned into footsteps resounding throughout the house. But what terrified her even more
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were objects that, in some mysterious way, appeared lying on the ground.
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Every morning. Reality was distorted in the shadow of her home and Margaret was
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trapped in a world full of invisible presences and unexplainable events. However, the
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event that led her desperately to look for her friend was a dream. Margaret
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in the stillness of the night dreamed of her late husband, but this was
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not a common dream in vision. Her husband' s face was burned and
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the scariest thing was that he was looking for her with sinister intentions in the
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dream. The figure of her late husband tried to hang her, but in
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tears she asked her forgiveness to reply. When that over and over again,
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this disturbing dream marked a breaking point for Margarita, The line between reality and
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the supernatural faded and the suffering she carried with her was as tangible as the
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shadows that haunted her. Margarita' s story, now tinged with the mystery
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of the paranormal, explored the boundaries between life and death. The disquieting presence
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of her late husband in dreams and the unexplained events in her home left Margaret
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at a crossroads, fighting forces that were beyond her comprehension. Thus, Margaret
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' s life became an account of anguish and fear, where the ghosts of
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the past and beyond intertwined and the search for answers and the hope of finding
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peace went on an uncertain path, where the boundaries between the real and the
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supernatural were blurred in shadows and dark dreams. Her friend, noting how strange
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the situation was, suggested that Margaret seek the help of a priest to bless
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the house. He thought that perhaps with a sacred blessing the paranormal events that
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tormented Margaret would calm down. However, the priest’ s visit seemed to
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have an opposite effect. Instead of improving paranormal phenomena, they intensified. Strange
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events reached a critical point, reaching the point of endangering Margarita' s safety.
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On one occasion she almost fell down the stairs as if an invisible force
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had pushed her violently, and the sense of threat became more and more palpable
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Given the lack of solutions, Margarita' s friend suggested a different alternative to
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talking to a medium. The friend who knew this person with special abilities thought
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that perhaps the medium could shed light on the situation and offer some kind of
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help. Desperate and without many options, she decided to go on. Her
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friend' s advice reached out to the Medium and asked her to come home
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as soon as possible. Anxiety and fear were reflected in Margarita' s voice,
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as she explained the strange series of events that were taking place in her
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home. The Medium, upon learning of the situation, agreed to visit the
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house in an attempt to understand and address what was happening. Hope and uncertainty
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mingled in the air, as Margaret waited for the arrival of the medium,
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longing to find answers and, above all, a solution to free herself from
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the invisible forces that disturbed her life. Thus, Margaret' s story dived
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deeper into the mystery, where the supernatural being interwoven with reality in an unsettling
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way. The search for help led to unexplored paths, where the connection between
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the earthly and spiritual worlds became increasingly complex and disconcerting. When the woman,
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the Medium arrived at the house, her first task was to go through every
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corner with attention as if looking for something invisible but powerful, focused on perceiving
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the entities that filled the space. His eyes searched every shadow and every corner.
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However, her attention stopped unexpectedly When she arrived in Margarita' s room,
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the Medium stood in front of the painting of the Virgin hanging on the
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wall Her expression went from concentration to consternation and her eyes stood in the religious
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image with surprise. Something in that painting seemed to disturb her deeply, as
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if she discovered a hidden truth laughs among the brushstrokes of the Protective Virgin.
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Pointing to the picture with determination, the medium expressed concern. That' s
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the problem. There' s something in that picture that' s not right.
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Margarita bewildered, defended the sacredness of the image. It can' t
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be how it can be. The picture of Our Lady replied by clinging to
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the belief that the presence of Our Lady in her home should be a source
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of protection and not of problems, but the medium persisted in her perception,
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as if she could see beyond the visible appearance. He insisted and respectfully asked
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permission to examine the picture more closely daisy overwhelmed by the strange events that had
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invaded his life, accepted in the hope of finding answers and perhaps a solution
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to his torment. While the medium scrutinized the painting with thoroughness, he noticed
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something strange in its composition. He realized that the frame was a little thick
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and badly nailed to the banks. With the determination to discover the truth behind
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the paranormal phenomena, the medium took a dagger from the kitchen and set out
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to open the picture in half. After several attempts, they managed to open
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the picture by revealing a disturbing world that left both women paralyzed inside the picture.
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Instead of the sacred image of the Virgin, they found a macabre and
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terrifying composition, what they discovered inside was almost unimaginable. Different types of herbs
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and parts of stuffed animals unfolded before their eyes, forming an amalgam of strange
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elements. The medium, with an expression of horror, pointed to the images
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emerging from the depths of the picture, surprise and fear seized them. Seeing
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a picture of Margaret' s late husband with a nail on his head,
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a grotesque representation of the violence that had led him to death. But the
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scariest thing was another Margarita photo with a nail directly embedded in the heart.
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Both images were marked with eyes crossed with black, as if someone wanted to
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erase the very essence of those portraits behind the image of the virgin, the
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medium pointed to a disturbing drawing, a devil wrapped in flames, as if
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he were about to consume them in hellfire. The symbolism of the painting was
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creepy, as if it were loaded with negative and malevolent energy. The revelation
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left Margaret breathless, facing a more twisted reality than she could ever have imagined.
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The painting, which once represented protection and devotion, became a portal to
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sinister children. The medium, amazed and cautious, understood that the painting housed
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not only unusual objects, but also a dark ritual that was affecting Margaret'
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s life in unthinkable ways. The medium, determined to get rid of the
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evil influence that had invaded Margaret' s life, took the painting to the
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courtyard. There with determination he began spraying mixtures of water and herbs on the
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painting, creating a kind of spiritual barrier. The air was impregnated with the
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aroma of herbs, while the medium recited prayers with an intensity that reflected the
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seriousness of the moment. After preparing the spiritual ground, the medium took the
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next crucial step. He set the painting on fire. The flames danced around
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the object as if they were consuming not only paper and wood, but also
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the negative energy that resided within it. As the flames crackled, the medium
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continued with his prayers, seeking to purify the space and break the dark bonds
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that had been woven around Margaret. But the spiritual confrontation did not stop there,
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the medium, courageously, tried to make direct contact with the evil spirit
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that harassed Margarita. Invoking his spiritual knowledge, he ordered him to reveal the
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name of the person who had summoned him. The tension in the air was
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palpable as they waited for the answer from the other side. After a moment
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of silence, the entity finally responded. The full name of Margaret' s
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former best friend emerged from the spiritual shadows. It was a revealing and distressing
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moment. At the same time, the medium, armed with the truth,
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now had the necessary knowledge to confront the root of the problem that tormented Margarita.
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With the information in his hands, the medium did not hesitate. Using
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his skills and knowledge, he forced the evil spirit to return to where it
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belonged and to release its influence on Margarita was an arduous and challenging process where
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the medium used his spiritual skills to close the dark portal that had been opened
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in Margarita' s home. The medium, with his wisdom and courage,
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had managed to confront the unknown and restore peace to his life. The painting,
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now consumed by the flames, represented not only the end of a torment,
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but also the beginning of recovery and the eradication of shadows that had obscured
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its existence. Upon learning the truth, Margarita could not contain the torrent of
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emotions that invaded her. Tears sprang out of her eyes, manifesting the pain
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and unbelief that seized her. The betrayal of her former best friend revealed by
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the medium, struck her heart with devastating intensity. At that time she faced
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not only the loss of her husband, but also the betrayal of someone she
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had blindly trusted. The revelation of truth, though painful, was the first
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step towards healing, grateful for the intervention of the medium, held fast to
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the hope that now opened before her. The medium, with her courage and
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spiritual knowledge, had been the key to freeing her from the clutches of the
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evil entity and revealing the conspiracy of her former best friend. From that day
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on, Margarita' s life underwent a change. Although the loss of her
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husband was still an open wound, the truth gave her the strength to move
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forward. She embarked on a healing process supported by those who really valued her
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and wanted her well- being. Over time, things improved for Margarita found
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a new strength within her, learning to trust more cautiously and to appreciate the
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true friendships around her. The betrayal suffered became a constant reminder of the importance
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of wisely choosing those whom we allow into our lives. Today, Margarita has
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overcome much of the pain that enveloped her. The lesson learned, though difficult,
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gave him a renewed perspective on life and relationships. Its history, marked
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by the supernatural and the complexities of friendships, becomes a painful testimony. This
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concludes the story of Margarita, a woman who, despite the adversities, found
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the strength of ra ra ra ras to move forward. The final lesson is
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clear. The choice of friendships can have a profound impact on our lives and
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it is crucial to think carefully before opening our hearts to those around us.
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My name is José Luis. If I am thirty- four years old,
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I am a lover and I would like to share my experience with my friend,
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the Holy Death, and how she has protected me throughout my life.
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First of all, I do not seek to convince anyone or recruit believers.
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I just want to tell my story and I hope you can respect it.
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When I was six years old, my parents were in a very difficult economic
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situation because of a host of problems, including a family debt they had to
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take care of. Besides, my father was robbed of a car he used
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for his business. Because of that robbery, my father lost his job,
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as it was a fundamental tool. Then he had to spend more hours on
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another less paid job so he could make it to the end of the month.
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My parents worked from sun to sun and they had a hard time keeping
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an eye on me. That' s why they decided to leave me under
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the care of my mother' s grandmother so that I would at least have
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a healthier upbringing. My grandmother was a very sweet woman who raised me until
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I was sixteen. He greeted me with open arms and took care of me
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by treating me with a lot of love and never let me lack anything.
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Of course, my parents sent him what they could with money and since I
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was twelve, my grandmother taught me to become independent, educated me so that
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I could stand up for myself. He taught me how to cook, how
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to sew the basics, how to clean up how to deal with people.
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In the last two years I was with her, I noticed that I was
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preparing to live. I just thought I was about to get kicked out of
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his house, but I wasn' t. She was preparing me for something
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extremely sad, because my grandmother suffered from a cancer in secret and never said
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a single word until she began to feel unable to move and it was impossible
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for her to follow. When I received the news, he forced me to
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promise that I would not tell my parents anything, that they should not know
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until the time came. I questioned him because he never told the truth and
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gave me his motive. He confessed that he had a tumor for more than
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five years, but that tumor remained asleep because of the Holy Death, who
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was his protector at that time. My grandmother always had a deep devotion to
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Holy Death. While I knew of his belief, it was something we never
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talked about. She never mentioned anything about it and never told me a word
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to convince me to worship her. Even my parents didn' t know.
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I think my grandmother started to worship him already when my mother became independent.
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But, well, it' s important to mention that before she died,
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she handed me a statuette of the Holy Death. It was very small and
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white. He promised me that Holy Death would protect me as long as I
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would worship him even more. To be honest, I didn' t feel
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comfortable with that idea, but it was my grandmother' s advice and what
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she said to me was holy word and never questioned. He was wrong to
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give me some advice or guidance. She was my second mother and I respected
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everything she said, so, despite how uncomfortable I felt about that idea,
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I accepted it. I took the statuette and stayed with her. My grandmother
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gave me some instructions on how her loyalty to Holy Death went. He asked
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me not to judge her by her appearance and to open my heart, as
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she would always be there for me. He told me that Holy Death had
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allowed him to live longer years than he had so that he could take care
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of me and help me know how to be independent and that' s why
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I owed him respect and love to know that my grandmother would leave soon.
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He broke my heart. She was an amazing person and to whom I owed
56:15
a lot. That' s why I asked her to find another solution,
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to go to the doctor and that insurance could help her and that she would
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live longer. But she refused. She told me that she had a deal
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and that on September 24 she had to leave this world because the deadline would
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have been met. September 24th was my 16th birthday, the bitterest birthday of
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my life. I had lunch with my grandmother, gave me my present and
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a kiss on my forehead. He went to his room and closed the door
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without saying anything. I went out to get some air and came back in
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the afternoon. The home was suspicious and I quietly entered her room waiting for
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the worst and it was then that I found my grandmother in bed with a
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woman sitting next to her. That woman smiled at me warmly at her presence.
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He was telling me the inevitable. I called my grandmother, but she
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didn' t answer. I started moving her, but she didn' t
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react. The woman told me that her time had come, but that I
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did not worry because I had not suffered anything. He told me he was
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at peace. I was somewhat confused and soul in pieces, I asked her
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who she was and she told me that she was a friend of the family
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who, please, would tell my parents that my grandmother was already at peace.
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I watched my grandmother for a moment and the woman disappeared. I cried
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in my grandmother' s lap for a long time and then went to find
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that mysterious woman. I didn' t even know his name, but he
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wasn' t anywhere in the house. I was terrified not to see her
57:54
and I was sure she didn' t leave the house, as I had
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noticed. It was as if he had just vanished and suddenly I heard that
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woman' s voice, telling me that he would never leave me alone,
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but I heard it from everywhere. The next day was the funeral. My
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parents attended and were devastated and I had to explain to them about this cancer,
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as the news fell like a bucket of cold water. My mother had
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been devastated for six months without being able to see her and she felt a
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lot of guilt for all that. Little by little more relatives arrived at the
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funeral. Each person entering the wake greeted each of the family members, but
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it was different when that woman entered was the same woman who was in my
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grandmother' s room. She did not greet anyone and I noticed that she
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was ignored by each of those present. I was paralyzed from printing. I
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couldn' t take my eyes off him. As she walked towards me,
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I tried to utter a few words and, while my lips moved I R
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R, my voice never came out. As she approached me with a gesture,
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she instructed me to remain silent and so I did. He stood beside
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me. She told me not to be afraid that she had made a promise
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to my grandmother and was always taking care of me. The woman walked slowly
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towards my grandmother' s coffin. He stared at her without saying anything or
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doing anything. My mother spoke to me as she noticed something strange. He
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asked me if I was feeling okay. I said yes and tried to ignore
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it. I wanted to keep watching that woman I approached her with discretion,
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but she gave me a stop sign. His gaze became gloomy and I could
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appreciate how little by little his skin was sticking to the bones as if it
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were dry. His eyes were darkened and in a blink his face was a
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skull. I figured he got mad at me for insisting, so I turned
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around and started walking away. Then I started jogging no matter what they were
1:00:00
watching me. I just wanted to get out of there. The sooner I
1:00:05
was out of the funeral home, the better I felt when I breathed fresh
1:00:09
air, because the idea of having the Holy Death with me panicked, but
1:00:15
I decided to take courage and trust my grandmother. I went back to the
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funeral, but I didn' t see the Holy Death anymore and hours later,
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my parents talked to me. They asked me if I wanted to go
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live with them. I never blamed them for not being with me long enough,
1:00:30
so I had nothing to claim and after all, they always did what
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they could, sent money and called when they could, I agreed to go
1:00:42
live with them. I had no choice. Anyway, I still promised to
1:00:45
be independent, since that' s what my grandmother raised me for. By
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sharing a roof with them, I realized that the situation was worse than I
1:00:53
imagined. My father slept two to three hours a day and I never understood
1:00:59
of gift where he drew energy to get up Every day early, my mother
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worked twelve hours a day in a factory. I came home to do the
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household chores and be able to have everything ready for my father to eat and
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sleep. I asked my mother to allow me to help with all the household
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chores, so while neglecting my studies, I collaborated with the household chores.
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I talked to my father about his schedules and told him to stop working so
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long that at least it would take less hours. My father laughed and said
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he had two jobs. He could not cut off hours at any, for
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it was to have two jobs or one without average. My father worked in
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the afternoon as a security guard and at night in a cement sack factory.
1:01:49
The first days I lived with them I had trouble falling asleep. I remembered
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my grandmother and I couldn' t help crying. Sometimes the holy death appeared
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to me, sat on the side of the bed and caressed my face.
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She used to sing me some song my grandmother used to use to get me
1:02:07
to sleep. She told me not to cry anymore, because that made my
1:02:12
grandmother sad and she wanted to see me happy. I told her she was
1:02:15
gone and nothing would ever be like before. But the saint told me everything
1:02:20
would be better. Santa Muerte told me that my grandmother couldn' t leave
1:02:24
in peace and I wouldn' t let her go. I turned around to
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watch her. She looked the same as when I first saw her dressed in
1:02:32
white, as always, with her porcelain skin in contrast to her dark,
1:02:37
long hair. I told her I wanted to see her one more time.
1:02:42
I remember my grandmother calling her Blanca as if that was her name, and
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in that the kind expression of white disappeared. I begged him that, please,
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only once again did I not believe him. When she told me that
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November was her last day, I explained to the Holy Death that I had
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not been able to tell her how much I loved her to thank her for
1:03:05
everything she had done for me. I told her I still missed her and
1:03:07
I didn' t get used to being without her. The skin in white
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began to sink, sticking to the bones, but that' s how far
1:03:16
it got, and then he told me not to ask him to do that
1:03:21
because he could hurt my grandmother and please let her rest. She knew everything
1:03:24
I had said, everything I felt and therefore it was not worth bothering her.
1:03:30
He told me his soul no longer belonged to that plane. I didn
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' t hear anything he said and in tears I begged him to let me
1:03:39
see her out of nowhere. The room began to feel frosty, even though
1:03:44
it was a hot night. In that Blanca showed me her cadaveric face and
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I understood that she was getting angry with me. My mother came into the
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room and said she heard me talk and thought I was sleepwalking. I told
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her everything was fine, but she either got confused. Blanca got up to
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walk away to the door, passed through my mother and disappeared. My mother
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sat next to me and started talking to me about Grandma and how to overcome
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her death. Honestly, I heard half of what he was saying, since
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I didn' t pay attention to him. I didn' t want any
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comfort. I wanted a chance to tell her I loved her. My grandmother
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was always with me as a father and mother at the same time, but
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I don' t remember at some point having me and telling her that I
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loved her. I' m sure she always knew, but she needed to
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express it to her. Little by little, I started going into a depressive
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well. Because of my grandmother' s death, I couldn' t get
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over it and my friend Blanca was always there supporting me. He took me
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away from the dangers and people who wanted to hurt me every time I thought
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I was alone on the bus doing the shopping. At home. She was
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always by my side and even if we didn' t talk much, I
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saw her next to me. My mother began to worry about my way of
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being. I felt very retracted and isolated. He tried to convince me to
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go with a psychologist, but I refused and when I wanted to talk to
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someone, I did it with my friend Blanca. When I had been with
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my parents for about three months, I began to lose my appetite. The
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food didn' t go down my throat. I remember one time I was
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about to swallow a bite of dinner and I just couldn' t have spit
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it out because it made it impossible for me to eat. The Holy Death
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told me to eat and I said no, I wasn' t hungry.
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Then I took the food plate and threw it all in the trash. I
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was in a process of denial where I myself was my own enemy. The
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tender expression of Holy Death faded away in an instant and I began to feel
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cold. Then his voice resounded in my ears and told me that I was
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carving my own tombstone life and that death was necessary for life the truth.
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I ignored Blanca and went to my room. I didn' t get in.
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She was at the door blocking the passage. His face was a skull.
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He wore a white robe that moved along with a icy breeze and held
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something with his bony fingers that he rarely showed. He told me to end
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my grief and start living. I told her I needed to see her so
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I could be at peace. Two red lights lit in the basins of his
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eyes. The ground began to tremble as if there was an earthquake. Everything
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turned black and I stopped feeling my body. There was no anguish, pain,
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suffering and I felt nothing. I began to hear voices in an echo
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that I could not recognize. His words were heard distant and little by little
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I began to feel my body. When I realized I was in a hallway
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in the back a white light led me to follow her. I walked a
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few steps and noticed a shadow blocking the light slowly took that humanoid form of
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its own way of walking. It was enough to recognize her. My grandmother
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was there I tried to run towards her, but even though I felt my
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legs moving euphorically, I couldn' t get close, no matter what effort
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Blanca made, who was next to me told me not to move forward,
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to stay there, to let her get close to me. Death took me
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by the shoulder and I told her I wanted to hold her, but I
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understood. If he went ahead or at least kept trying, he' d
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only see death. Hope became eternal to me my grandmother. I was walking
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very slowly. I was able to appreciate his features as he narrowed his distance
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with me. His mouth was open and his gaze was lost. His eyes
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were empty, but he kept looking at me. I asked her astonishment that
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if she was okay, she didn' t reply to me and when she
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came to the front of me I noticed her deteriorated face. I never saw
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her that way. I asked her why she was like that and the Holy
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Death told me she was suffering, because I didn' t let her rest.
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I began to hear someone calling me by my name. The sound was
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blurry. It was heard behind my back as if I were desperately called.
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Then the Holy Death told me to tell you what I had in my heart
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because I no longer had time. I told my grandmother that I loved her
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and that I had always made her forgive me for never telling her. Then,
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my grandmother' s face seemed to rejuvenate as she spied a smile and
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told me that she knew it and that she always knew that she loved me
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too, but I kept listening to my background name I heard it clearly,
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although I still didn' t recognize the voice. My chest started to hurt
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like I was being squeezed. Then I felt a strange drowning, as if
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the oxygen didn' t reach me. And at that moment the Holy Death
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told me it was time to wake up. I took a breath of air.
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I recognized where I was and it was a hospital. It was all
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over. As if it were a dream, I barely felt my feet and
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hands. I was going through an unbearable tingling. My mother was on the
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side with her eyes disorbited and in front of me I saw a doctor who
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helped me sit down. My mother hugged me while crying. The doctor pulled
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her away telling her that I needed air behind her. I watched Holy Death
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smiled at me tenderly as if everything was okay and told me that I had
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already said goodbye and that it was time to do my part, to let
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her rest and move on with my life. When I felt better, they
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explained to me what happened. According to my mother, I fainted and passed
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out. A neighbor did heart resuscitation, since I wasn' t breathing.
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Emergency personnel came for me and I was hospitalized. According to the doctors,
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I was dead for a few minutes. It was believed that my fainting was
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because of anemia, because I was not eating anything, although to me that
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was suspicious. Better said I judge than the Holy Death. He left me
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lifeless for a minute so I could say goodbye to my grandmother. That day
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was a before and after for me I began to take care of myself and
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to feed myself better. By saying goodbye to me. As appropriate, I
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felt at peace. Holy death is always with me, but it only comes
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when it is really necessary, because it no longer has to be at my
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side all the time to take care of me. Since then I have secretly
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worshiped him. My parents never found out. To this day. I kept
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the little figurine hidden in my room without anyone finding it. Today at my
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house. I have a little altar for her and I worship her the times
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she presents herself to me. She keeps doing it with the same image of
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a young woman with white skin and black hair, and whenever I talk to
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her, I keep telling her white, since white is the color that predominates
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in her. Anonymous accounts