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Los Demonios En Mis Sueños - 4 Aterradores Relatos Que Te Quitarán El Sueño - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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One of my biggest dreams was to leave my village so I could go to
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the big city, meet new people, cultures, but mainly study the criminology
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career. This passion arose from the immense cases that only gave first place in
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news, but they never deepened, as usually the public was not interested,
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or rather created certain morbidities towards the subject. So, after thinking about it
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clearly and thinking about it and being able to put that dream to my parents,
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they supported me. That' s how a villager' s dream began.
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It would soon become a nightmare. That process was so sudden that I
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quickly packed my bags and everything I needed to leave. There was a long
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way to go and my nerves were at the top. It was an experience
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never before seen, as my foreign life was going to change me completely.
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Having no friend or family member overwhelmed me a little bit and although I knew
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things would go well, there was something inside me that made me doubt if
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everything would really turn out as I expected. I tried to relax, say
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goodbye to my dearest ones and take a journey that I would remember all my
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life. It wasn' t just about leaving for a few days, but
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for years. He longed to grow in every possible area, mainly in the
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professional. When I arrived at my new apartment, I automatically ran to turn
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on the lights, since in that room I began to feel a very heavy
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vibration. However, I alluded to loneliness because at that time I was in
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a trance of loneliness, worry and endless emotions of n n n n n
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n n n. S. Considering that the next day was my first school
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meeting to meet my new colleagues and teachers, I decided to accommodate my things.
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I prepared to go to school despite that gap I felt I tried to
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turn the whole perspective around, as I was excited. Knowing that I would
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have one more meeting about the bodies, autopsies, and research into how people
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died caused me uncertainty. I had a great time that night. I was
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able to sleep easily, so the next day my classes started where I was
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briefly told that I was dealing with the race. Knowing exactly what I would
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see from now on, I felt a little scared. These subjects involved being
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in contact with those bodies themselves that to some extent proved to be unpleasant.
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That' s when I analyzed the situation. It was not only a question
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of looking at and smelling those people, but also of being aware that,
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from one moment to another, some spirit in sorrow could come. Since I
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was a kid. He was a faithful believer that the beings of the sea
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there existed, mainly if they were people who died in cruel and tragic ways.
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After all that review, I decided to head home. I began to
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question whether I was really willing to do all that. I was a simple
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villager. I had never been presented with such a situation clearly something within me
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warned me what could happen. When I got to my room, I felt
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that vibe again. However, I decided to fix all the earrings I had
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at the time, mainly unpacking the belongings that were still in my suitcase and,
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as the hours passed, my loneliness and darkness were again present. After
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all that happened and finally being able to fall asleep journey in a dream so
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deep that it seemed reality I still do not remember to perfection. I was
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in an amphitheater, which was surrounded by bodies of different ages. Sizes and
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genders, and as I looked at each other, my mind and body began
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to wear out. Those souls began to drain my energy little by little,
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as if it were an evil spirit that wished to take over my person.
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That' s when I went especially to a body that was embalmed. So
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in being able to describe the body that was wrapped in so many bags,
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a fright and chill came to my body. He was an identical dead man.
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It was like I was seeing myself in that pit. At that time
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I could not understand what had happened. I' ve never had a dream,
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so when I woke up I ran to the bathroom. I looked in
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the mirror and tried to analyze that all that had been a po nightmare,
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but that certainty that I was dead had remained permeated in me, for now
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more than I ever doubted that I was made for that vocation. Upon arrival
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at school, one of my tutors told my colleagues and I that we would
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go to an amphitheater. We had to start getting acquainted with this kind of
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case from the start. That race was more complex than we thought. For
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a moment I could swear that place was the same as my dreams, even
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though I had never stepped on an amphitheater. I remember it just as I
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had dreamt it one night before. It was as if it had been a
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message that was addressed only to me. Perhaps I had to interpret it differently
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or, probably at best, really get away at that moment I was very
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confused by the context I lived in. Despite receiving endless signals the s s
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s tea to keep calm and let it pass. The whole practice was going
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well. However, that same night again I dreamed of my death and as
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the days passed, my body had created a series of circumstances, most of
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which prevented me from sleeping. In all the dreams that I had, it
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was that I ended up dead, murdered, or maimed. Even on one
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occasion I can remember that my dream, myself, had committed suicide. Clearly,
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I didn' t tell people this, because my new friends would think
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I was crazy. On the other hand. On many occasions I wanted to
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tell all these events to my family, which perhaps would believe me, but
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at the same time I would worry about all this. It had been a
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series of events, which I could not explain. I didn' t know
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if these dreams were due to the new decision I had made, or maybe
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the room I lived in had souls that could be seen from my dreams at
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night. As things went well in the day, I came to a point
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where my body and mind panicked, for the evening had become my worst enemy.
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After several days, I realized that it was not only about dreams,
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but about lost souls, which were in the same room that I had mainly
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become routine to hear my name whispered. They asked me for help and some
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others even came to laugh at me because at some point I came to think
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that I was going crazy, so, in the midst of my despair,
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I decided to go to the school psychologist, who listened attentively to everything that
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told her that had happened in previous days. While listening to that series of
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situations, he watched me naturally. Deep down, I knew that I probably
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thought I lacked my mental faculties, because by telling him that I was a
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foreign person and had come to study from far away, he looked up and
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began to write in his notebook what is happening to me. All I wanted
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right now was to run away from there, take my bags and go back
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to my town. However, my pride earned more from fear, so I
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resisted. I continued to take therapy and while the psychologist explained to me that
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these events were perhaps due to the fear of the career in which I had
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entered, I knew perfectly well that it was not only that, but also
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those ghosts who persecuted me all over the room I came to think of renting
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another place, but that was very complicated. There were too high prices that
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I could not easily pay, so I tried to keep calm again and think
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of something that could solve those dreams that tormented me every night, because the
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story of my death was different. On one occasion, specifically, one of
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my classmates approached me worried, as he told me that I looked very distant
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pale, as if I were out of reality, I could perceive my shiners.
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It was as if I didn' t rest, as if something were
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hurting me, to which I replied that everything was going well. However,
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to which the boy insisted on the situation, I knew that I was local
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and did not have many friends or at least someone to trust, so,
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after going over the matter, I decided to tell him the truth. At
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the time of observing his reaction, he told me that this was totally natural,
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because it was said that there were hundreds of souls lost there, who
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had died due to the Mexican Revolution armed conflict initiated in the year of nineteen
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hundred and ten to one thousand and nine hundred and forty, which took the
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lives of thousands of people, considering most of them were souls in pain,
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which, despite so many years, still did not find in eternal rest.
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That boy named David told me that in his childhood, his great- grandfather
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was able to witness that conflict and told him about the terrible injustices experienced at
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the time. That was when, one day, walking through the streets of
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the city, he pointed out with his hand exactly the place where I rented,
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and that was when he explained that there was one of the most well
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- known massacres of that movement. After that count, undoubtedly, everything was
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beginning to make sense, as most of the strange noises that I used to
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hear at night came from souls, who lamented and asked for help. It
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was like they wanted to save themselves. However, knowing the whole story mentioned
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above could solve the problem I was going through. So I just contacted the
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landlord, who had rented my room. I told him what had happened and
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kindly asked him if at any time someone had died in that place or something
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strange had happened that could explain those phenomena that lived night after night. The
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concerned man told me that years ago they had murdered a man, who was
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one of the commanders of the Revolution. However, that was not the worst
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of the case, but the way it was attacked, as it was rumored
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that he was a psychopath, who was about to commit suicide due to all
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the mishaps of the war. That was how days later, a man he
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owed a favor took advantage of that moment and with a knife began to mutilate
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him. It was said that the debt was very large and this man could
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not pay it. And though it was never known whether it was jewelry money
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or probably some bill. This man was one of the best- known murderers
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at the time, as the city' s few criminologists gathered to analyze the
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body, drawing different conclusions from what happened. However, the technology was not
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as good as it is today, so a result was not really achieved as
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those professionals expected. When I listened deeply to that anecdote, I did not
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understand why those spirits had chosen me to cause terror, which days later I
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realized they were really looking for a lonely person, who was vulnerable. And
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when I found myself at such a time in my life and rented in that
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place of fact, things were beginning to make sense. At least for me,
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it was like it was a puzzle. Every day I found a different
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piece, which was key to getting rid of those nightmares that haunted me at
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night. Restarting conversation with my landlord, he assured me that the body of
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that revolutionary passed into so many processes rumored about that man, who could never
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have eternal rest. It should be mentioned that searches were made in other States
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to be investigated and although they never found the whereabouts of the killer, let
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alone the exact version of how he died. Many versions say that they have
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seen this man walking the streets of the city at night, as well as
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in the amphitheater, because he mentions to the public that he lies in a
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corner of the walls while crying inconsolably, because in his conscience was the unjust
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deaths of hundreds of people, something that he could never overcome. How little
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he managed to have in his life. Little by little I began to neglect
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what really mattered, as my fear increased. My desire to continue college went
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down, as did my enthusiasm at the beginning of this new life that I
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had begun. So, after so many moments, things and anecdotes, the
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only option I had was to believe in that story, because despite being a
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little crazy, everything that was happening to me made sense. It was something
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you can' t explain, but you can feel. I was so desperate
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that one day I was going to the cemetery in the hope that, despite
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so many years, there was still a trace of him or at least something
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to prove that that person had indeed existed. All he wanted was for that
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man to have eternal rest and to himself the other souls alike, for he
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had been part of that cruel battle and massacre where many people died. So,
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spending most of the afternoon, looking for some clue from the man,
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I decided to go to the cemetery guard. I began to question it,
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because at the end of everything, I wanted to focus again on my things
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and the dreams by which that city had arrived. Upon arriving with the vigilante,
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a tall, dark man with a look of weariness, he told me
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that I already had the answer to all my questions. And that' s
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when he quickly started walking, ordering me to follow him. So while we
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were walking along the banks of that great pantheon, we finally came to a
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tombstone which we could barely see, because basically it was in terrible condition.
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And so it was that the man went out through one of the runners and
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left me alone in front of that tombstone. Looking at the data and years,
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everything really coincided. It was at that moment that my head began to
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spin and I wondered what I was really doing with my life. Clearly,
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my career was about investigating thoroughly the event of a murder. However, I
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had come very far, for that event had many years of difference. However,
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I was already on the spot and my instincts decided to start talking to
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the tombstone. I felt like a complete madman, but I no longer had
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any choice, so I swore in that tomb to look for the culprit of
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the man' s murder in exchange for his leaving me alone. I didn
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' t really know what I was doing or maybe I did, but I
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didn' t have the courage to face even my own demons. So,
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after a great account of stories and experiences, I went to my house,
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took a hot bath and while checking my cell phone, I could observe a
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large number of missed calls from my parents, so, seeing such a situation,
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I immediately returned the call to know if everything was in order. That
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' s when my mother picked up the phone and in a very distressed voice,
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she began to ask for me what had happened to me. But mostly
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if I was okay. Confused by all things, I assured my parents that
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I was well. However, my mother told me that she, in her
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dreams, had seen me desperately going through a pantheon, which she had in
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a very confusing and worrying state, since that dream was so real. At
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that moment I felt a chill over my body and as I looked in the
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mirror, I could see a very pale tone on my face. So,
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as I stood at the head of my room, I told him not to
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worry, that everything was fine, that it was a nightmare. My mother,
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dissatisfied with my words, told me that the following week she would visit
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me to make sure everything would be fine, for since my departure from town,
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things had turned out a little strange, as if someone else were present.
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It was all very strange. My anguish began to grow, for those
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sinister demons had not only seized my dreams but also my family, something that
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definitely did not seem to me. Perhaps in another context or in an aspect
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of greater maturity, I would not have taken into account the things that had
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happened since my arrival. However, I was a faithful believer that those sorry
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souls would not leave me alone until they found a solution. By being able
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to pool all my savings, I decided immediately to change my apartment. I
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couldn' t stand living in such an environment anymore, and I was sure
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that would be the way out of all my problems. But what a surprise.
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Those blood bodies and laments continued to haunt me in my dreams. I
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was tired. I stopped attending college and walked away from all the responsibilities that
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that uncertainty was supposed to do had become a real hell. I really felt
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that these situations consumed me in life little by little I lost my desire to
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eat. I was just going through a crisis that made me someone else.
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These nightmares began to create in me several episodes of anxiety, which I could
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not control. I called my mother again I told her that it wasn'
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t my thing to be in this place and that I had thought a lot
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about going back to town. I didn' t want to worry her any
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more with the real reason why I wanted to leave. The next day I
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packed my suitcase, said goodbye to my colleagues and returned home, wishing never
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again to go through some kind of similar situation. The story I' m
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going to tell you is a little strange. At first, I didn'
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t give credit for what was happening to me either. With time and with
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the calmest mind I realized that there are situations that go beyond our understanding and
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have no rational explanation. It happens that she' s just graduated from college.
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It was very difficult for me to get a job. I searched for
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some time without finding the ideal job in that tireless quest. On one of
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the platforms on which he was registered. To achieve this, a job proposal
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came out that I thought was incredible. The ad was looking for a young
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woman. They were sort of looking for the profile I had. Everything was
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framed in what I was looking for, even the salary. He was very
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good. The job proposal was not in Guadalajara. It was offered in the
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state of michoacán in Morelia. For a while I was wandering around in my
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room, as if I accepted the job, it was necessary to leave my
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comfort zone and go live alone to a new place. For me, I
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didn' t love the idea of leaving my family space, so I didn
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' t run for office at the time. I left the computer aside and
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set out to do other activities. It was three days before I went back
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to the platform. From the beginning I found this ad, strange things began
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to happen to me. One of them was that I received a notification to
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my cell phone from the job announcement. When I read it it became very
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rare to me, as I had applied for other vacancies on that platform,
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of which I was never answered instead, in this one they insisted on requesting
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my profile. Again, I read the warning reluctantly. I had already made
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the determination not to leave Guadalajara and to see it again gave me a hard
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time. I eliminated the notification without heeding it. Several more days passed.
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I had already forgotten that possible job until I got the notice again. I
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don' t know what led me to read it. I stopped for a
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moment and without thinking the most, I decided to send my data. After
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all, I had not been told about the many jobs I had sent my
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information to immediately. They answered me. I was told that I met the
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requirements for employment if possible. I was asked to introduce myself as soon as
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possible in a domicile for a personal interview. My attitude suddenly changed. I
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was excited about the idea of getting to know that city. I could walk
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and know it from human resources. I was scheduled for the next day at
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12 noon. I didn' t have much time to pack my bags.
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I took a few changes of clothes, looked for a bus ticket in Morelia
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and set out to leave. The next day I replied to the one who
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had sent me the email that would be present at the interview. On the
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way to Morelia. I was excited. I didn' t know how that
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new idea had come about, which completely changed my position of changing residence.
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I think deep down I liked to leave Guadalajara, as well as to know
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a new space and culture. When I arrived at the terminal, I didn
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' t want to take a taxi I still had enough time to get to
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the interview, so I preferred to walk to get to know a little place.
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After a while I saw my watch, I realized it was almost time
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for the agreed work date, so I went to the house. When I
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arrived immediately, a young man approached me and asked me what corporate I was
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going to with a lot of education, leading me to the right place.
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He announced my arrival and soon allowed me to enter the office. I had
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a pleasant surprise when I was received by a mature man. There was something
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I couldn' t understand his face in a certain way that made me known.
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I even asked him if he had ever visited the city of Guadalajara immediately.
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He replied that he had left, but many years ago with insistence.
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I told him he seemed familiar, though I didn' t know where or
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why he listened. He made my comment and began the interview. The man
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asked me to sit down. In turn, he presented himself as Jorge.
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He told me that the work consisted of great formalism. He told me in
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broad terms about the work he was going to do in that place. He
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shared with me the benefits and the best was housing income aid. I couldn
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' t believe I found a job like that. He had been searching for
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the ideal job for several months without achieving it and suddenly this space was opening
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up. I didn' t doubt it for myself. I told him I
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' d stay in town. I only asked him to give me a week
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to organize my things, as well as the search for a rental housing.
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He showed me the address of a house that was few streets away from the
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workplace. He told me it was part of the company' s support for
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foreign workers. She told me to go see her in case I agreed to
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stay in her. He told me to talk to the office on the phone
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and one of the employees would handle the rest of the paperwork. Jorge said
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good- bye with a handshake at the moment when I felt a strange chill
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gripped my body, perhaps because the man was with his very icy hand.
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I thought it was very strange. It wasn' t winter time yet.
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The weather was warm, but I didn' t care. The house housing
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workers from other States was very close to the workplace. I really liked getting
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to that space because it was a house with architecture from the time of the
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porphyriato. She was really an old house, very well taken care of.
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When I entered the compound, a friendly- looking old woman greeted me,
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pointed out my room and put herself at my command. I turned back to
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see the woman Her face seemed familiar to me. I headed to my room
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in the hallway. I met a young man who immediately welcomed me. He
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told me he was from Guadalajara, too. I was puzzled when he told
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me he was originally from the same city as me. If we had barely
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crossed a word. He made it clear to me that it was human resources,
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so he had my technical file and he himself had scheduled the appointment.
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I didn' t want to go back to Guadalajara for any more belongings.
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I thought I could buy some clothes to complete my wardrobe. I thought it
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best to walk the streets of the city to adapt to the place sooner.
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During my journey I saw a construction that caught my attention in the parish of
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San José. I didn' t have anything special, but I liked it.
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I sat on a bench to rest from my long walk and be able
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to enjoy the architecture of the place. I cannot deny that, although the
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city was beautiful, I missed my family and my daily life in Guadalajara.
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But, as I told you before, it was difficult to find a decent
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job in my hometown. I started working on a Monday and all at the
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beginning pine. It was difficult to adapt to a specific way of working,
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so it took a long time to perform the files correctly. After I was
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able to finish my activities, it was already late at night. I was
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not really worried about delaying because the house was so close to such a fate
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that it allowed me to pass through the parish of St Joseph when it was
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already lit up. I was struck by a group of people gathering around a
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young man, who explained the traditional legends of this city. I approached as
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I exhibited one of them. Then I realized it was part of a tour
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that I hadn' t agreed to. A young man who was among the
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people explained to me what the tram trip consisted of and if he wanted to
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take it, it was necessary to pay the ticket at the post on Avenida
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Madero. I retired from the group of people when I realized that I had
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not paid a ticket to listen to legends. I went back to the bench.
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The same young man approached me. He told me if he wanted to,
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he could tell me every single story in town. He knew it perfectly,
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as he was also a tourist guide, but it would be another time,
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because at that time it was necessary to continue on the tram to another
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recognized place of Morelia. I replied that it was not necessary, but as
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every day I went to that place, we continued to see each other little
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by little we became great friends. After he finished his tour, he waited
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for me at the parish park. One day I got out later than usual
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from work. My friend was still waiting for me. I told her I
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wouldn' t stay because I was tired. He wanted to accompany me to
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the house where I was staying. As we approach the house. My friend
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' s face got very serious. When we were outside the house, he
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asked me if it was true that I saw he lived there. Naturally,
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I said yes. I even invited him to pass, which he flatly refused.
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He said good- bye in a hurry and left for several days.
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I stopped seeing my friend for a while. After working on a bench in
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the Temple of St Joseph, he did not appear. I was a little
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worried about his absence and he wouldn' t answer my messages and calls.
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After several days, I thought I' d never see him again until the
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least thought- out day was there right away. I asked him what had
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happened to him, because I had not seen him. He told me he
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had some setbacks. I understood that I had occupations and that I didn'
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t have to burden him with my questions, but I noticed it strangely.
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I told him if anything happened to him, he told me he didn'
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t mean to bother him. However, he knew something was wrong with him,
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as he was extremely nervous. He gave me a lot of thought before
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he dared to tell me it was very strange that I was living in that
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house. This was a very old house, which had remained vacant. No
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one before I had inhabited it. He asked me how I had found the
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owner of that place, because he was supposedly dead and there were no relatives
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claiming the property. I explained to him that maybe he was confused. I
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had been hired by a man, who told me that the house belonged to
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his family, but he had never used it, as he has another house
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in another home. My friend was very thoughtful. He asked me what was
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the name of the person who hired me. I told him it was Jorge,
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so he replied that I didn' t know him, but that there
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was something strange about the house. He became very serious and told me to
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sit on a bench and began to tell me a story many years ago in
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which a man named Cayetano was in love with a woman named Gertrudis. After
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a while of being boyfriends, they married and went to live in that house
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where there is currently a strange illness. It hurt Gertrudis. At that time,
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medicine was not very advanced. The man did everything in his power to
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save her life. There are even those who say she went with a witch
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to help heal her, but there was no power to help her and after
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a few months of illness, Gertrudis died. The man went crazy. Some
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people at the time said that from the death of Gertrudis, he began to
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have erratic behavior. He slept very little. Strange noises were heard already in
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the morning, the lights remained on throughout the night. After a while he
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was found dead in his room, with his rerra tied around his neck.
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He took his own life on the main staircase. It took them days to
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find her body when Mary, who had been her servant in an act of
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charity, because he had run her immediately after her wife died, she still
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kept the key to the house, so, waiting for a long time without
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anyone opening the door, she entered it. Ever since he came in.
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He sensed a strong smell of something spoiled was the rotting corpse of Don Cayetano.
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He immediately informed the relevant authorities to bury him. He was buried in
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the atrium of the Temple of San Francisco. Before my friend continued his account,
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I interrupted him to question him, as he knew so much about that
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house. He answered me that there is a legend about Don Cayetano, so
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that most of those living in Morelia know her, but when he knew that
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I was living in him in that house, he dedicated himself to investigating more
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about that person. Part of the legend is that Don Cayetano' s soul
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is still wandering in this world. He sought in various ways the way to
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bring back his beloved and who came to make a pact with the devil.
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Therefore, he is believed to be paying his debt by not being able to
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go to the afterlife. All my friend told me was an interesting legend that
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didn' t understand what it had to do with me. I just asked
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him that question. I told him I was fine with what he told me,
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but I couldn' t figure out what he had with me. He
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explained to me that if I allowed him to go to my house to make
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sure, if what I had investigated was true, I had no problem.
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With that I immediately accepted both of us went to the house I live in.
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When we entered the house, I was aware at that moment of how
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cold a chill was. He toured both of us. Perhaps from what my
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friend told me he already had a certain predisposition to what was going on in
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her. He dedicated himself to going through every room of the house. He
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asked me why I was living. I told her that Don Jorge had told
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me that in a few days two more girls would arrive, who were going
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to join the job and would no longer be alone. He asked me if
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I had heard strange noises, so I assured him that everything was not right
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as I had told them. The house was old and very large. It
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had a central courtyard around it, several rooms, also in the main room,
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stairs leading to the top. We' re going up. In that
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part there were fewer rooms because there was a very large living room, but
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in the background there was a room that connected with other spiral- shaped stairs
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to the roof. My friend immediately tried to open the door. However,
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it was locked. Couldn' t open it. We entered the highest part
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through the reduced stairs. On the roof there was another room, I think
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it was where they stored all the utensils they didn' t need. It
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was surprising to realize that I had not given myself the time to check the
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house, as my room was on the ground floor, whose window facing the
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street I reduced myself to only use the most essential parts of the house.
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The roof room was also locked, although most of the rooms were closed.
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The latter caught my friend' s attention, as with an disarmer he was
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carrying, he tried to open it. I told him I had no right
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to do that. The house didn' t belong to me and I think
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we were trespassing on the owner' s privacy. He didn' t answer
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anything. On the contrary, he more quickly forced the lock until he managed
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to open it. It was amazing what we found inside. Everything my friend
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had told me was true. There was a sort of altar on which the
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old picture of the couple was found when he married. Although the photograph was
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in a state greatly deteriorated by humidity, they could see the faces of the
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two I exhaled a choked scream. My friend worried when he saw the fear
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on my face. After a few minutes, I explained to him that the
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man who had hired me looked a lot like the one in the photograph.
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After so much, to search the house, we realized that it was already
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too late had darkened. I told my friend that if it was possible for
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him to sleep in the house, I didn' t want to be alone
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anymore. After the discovery, I told him that the next day I would
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go talk to Jorge to explain things to me. If there was clarity in
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his explanations, I would stay there. If I didn' t get back
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to my city right away. Strange events took place that night. It rained
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very hard during the morning. The storm was very strong. There was a
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moment when a gust of wind opened the window, knocked the vase on the
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reading table on what I was incorporating from the bed. Water was brought in
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from the outside. I slipped on the floor because I got up barefoot,
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closed the window and realized that I had gotten to wet my pajamas. I
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took another change of clothes and went to the bathroom. There was a moment
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when I noticed through the crack of the door, in someone' s shadow.
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I thought my friend had woken up, too. I could see clearly
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how the shadow headed toward the room. After I came out of the bathroom,
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I went looking for him, but I couldn' t find him.
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I went back to the room where he was, but he was deep asleep.
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I didn' t understand what happened. Suddenly I heard another noise outside
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the chamber. The storm was still very strong. I thought the wind had
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opened another window, but I found nothing in r. The dream was gone,
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so I sat on the bed waiting for the heavy rain to diminish.
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It was not so for more than an hour he continued I was about to
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sit down and read a little when suddenly a very loud noise was heard outside.
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Apparently it was the pole cables they had made short circuit. The transformer
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was damaged. The house was completely dim. I felt restless. My friend
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also woke up from the noise. He asked me what was going on.
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I told him I didn' t know, but we both felt a strange
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feeling. A noise was heard again in the room. We both turned around
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to see each other without saying anything. He left the room first. I
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went out behind him with the lamp on my phone. With difficulty I saw
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a shadow scurrying down the stairs. We followed her We couldn' t see
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her anymore. But we heard when the roof room door was closed. It
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was a long night we couldn' t rest on. When the first rays
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of the sun began to rise, I sighed relieved already with the clarity of
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the day. The house felt and looked different. I managed to go to
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the office. I was going to talk to Jorge, my friend. He
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accompanied me to the company and retired to rest. When I arrived with the
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secretary, I asked for him. She told me that Jorge had gone on
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a trip yesterday and that she didn' t know when he was coming back.
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I didn' t believe him. However, I had no choice.
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I went back to the house to pick up my belongings and go to Guadalajara.
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When I got to her, I found the door to the entrance ajar.
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I tried to remember, and I was sure I' d shut it
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down. I entered cautiously. I checked the bottom of the house. Everything
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was in order. I forgot the incident and started packing my clothes. I
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was about to retire when I heard a door slammed at the top of the
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house. I didn' t want to go find out what was going on
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anymore. I picked up my stuff to get out. When I wanted to
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open the exit door, I couldn' t. It looked like they had
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put a key or something in it. I tried desperately to open it,
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but I didn' t get it. I felt like someone was watching me.
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I turned back to the bottom. I could hardly see a shadow with
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bright eyes. I was so scared. I desperately looked for a heavy object
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to help me hit the lock. I found an iron statuette. With it
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I hit the plate hard. It was at that moment that I was able
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to open it and get out of that house. I walked quickly to the
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park bench. I stayed for a long time, thinking it had happened to
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me. I didn' t find any explanation. I tried to reach my
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friend to tell him I was leaving Morelia, but he didn' t answer
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my calls. It hurt me not to be able to say goodbye to him,
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but it was no longer possible to stay in that place. So far
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I can' t understand what happened to me as a child. My family
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was very attached to the church. I guess they didn' t come to
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fanaticism, but we were certainly far from being an average Catholic to be completely
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honest. That didn' t bother me at all, probably because I was
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too young to question the beliefs of the people who brought me into this world.
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If they said it was real, I had no reason to contradict them.
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After all, they just wanted the best for me. In addition,
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I liked the children' s camps, hearing about the love and understanding of
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a being who, although unable to see me, cared for every danger without
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mentioning that my family was too close. As a grown- up. I
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can' t say for sure if the glue that held my family together was
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that devotion, but I know that as a child. If I thought it
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was that and therefore thanked God for that at every opportunity I had to pray,
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I guess my devotion was as much as I could have a seven-
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year- old girl. The truth did not fully understand him and I had
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never read beyond what I had been asked to read in the Bible and the
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interpretation I gave him was exactly what the adults around me told me it meant.
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I knew if I didn' t believe or respect the scriptures, I
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could go to Hell, but that didn' t bother me. I was
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a devout Catholic girl who respected all that simply for my love, for God
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' s sake, and I would have loved it to continue that way.
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However, life sometimes has a very strange way of twisting and destroying your dreams
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and hopes. It all started one Sunday afternoon after church, we were at
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my grandmother' s house. I watched the television in his room, sitting
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on the floor, the music of my favorite cartoon, ringing through the room
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completely distracted me from all those images of Christ crucified, pictures of the Virgin
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of Guadalupe and some photographs of the Pope. I had grown up all my
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life surrounded by sacred art, so it didn' t make me any more
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uncomfortable when I saw it. I was at it when, all of a
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sudden, a strong blow behind me made me jump and turn. My uncles
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were trying to bring into the room a great plaster Christ nailed to his cross.
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The crimson painting of the crown of thorns and nails in his hands looked
43:43
very realistic to anyone' s eyes. It looked so fresh that if you
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could touch it, you' d get your fingers stained. His face also
43:52
looked moderately realistic, but still left you that feeling that he was a plaster
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figure that looked a lot like people. His eyelashes looked pretty real. I
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also believe that this was the first time in my life that I felt a
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little uncomfortable before the figure of a crucified Christ. Maybe it was because I
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' d never seen one so big and so close. The largest one belonged
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to the church in the city centre. However, he was hung high enough
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to appreciate his size well. Quite the opposite of this one- and-
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a- half metre Christ who was now hanging on the wall of my grandmother
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' s living room, I had the strange feeling that those shiny eyes were
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staring at me all the time, so when everyone came out of the living
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room, I turned off the TV and left there too my grandmother said that
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someone threw it in the trash. He was on the corner of a street
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along with other garbage bags, just there waiting for someone to pick him up
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and, like a good Catholic, leaving him on the street like anything,
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would be a mortal sin. It took about a month and a half for
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the truly gruesome to begin. All that time I avoided that figure at all
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costs. The discomfort it caused me was totally irrational and to tell my family.
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It was totally crazy to me. That afternoon we went to my grandmother
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' s house. My mom was one of those kind of mothers who always
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wanted to highlight the achievements of her children, so when I was selected as
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a finalist at my school' s math tournament she summoned the whole family to
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my grandmother' s house to announce it. Everyone congratulated me and my grandmother
45:37
told me that she would make a special prayer for me so that God would
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help me win the tournament right away. He brought me before the Great Christ
45:46
to ask for me. We set out before him and began with prayer.
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For the first time since I was using reason, I was just repeating what
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my grandmother was saying. I was so uncomfortable that I just wanted it to
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end nothing so I could leave from there when, suddenly, the voice of
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one of my grandmother' s friends interrupted our prayer. However, my grandmother
46:07
told me to pray a father of ours before I got up. After telling
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me that he got up and went to receive his friend I closed my eyes
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and began to pray the parents, ours and birds weary that I lacked when
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suddenly I heard that classic sound of someone wanting to call your attention a kind
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of chicheo that encouraged me to turn where I came from, except that in
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that chicheo it did not come from the sides or behind me, it did
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not even resemble the voice of any of my uncles or cousins. This chicheo
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came from above me, specifically from that most incredulous plaster Christ that I opened
46:47
my eyes. I really didn' t expect to find anything but the static
46:52
plaster figure in its original place and position. However, my belief was far
46:58
removed from what I actually saw or he was looking at me, as they
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hear it, rather than looking in pain and sorrow at me his head was
47:07
turning towards me. What he still kept was that perpetual look of suffering.
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In fact, I' d dare say she looked even more hurtful. I
47:19
was petrified by fear. That thing wasn' t human, it was plaster
47:23
and yet. He was there looking at me moving my head around, like
47:29
knowing what was happening. He tried to move his hands and feet to free
47:35
himself from his crucifixion. I could even see some drops of blood falling on
47:38
the altar that my grandmother had prepared exclusively for him. As soon as I
47:45
noticed that, a mute scream came out of me. I tried to scream
47:49
for my mother, but there wasn' t enough air in my lungs.
47:52
When my body started coming out of its initial shock I could hear that he
47:58
was crying and I think he was saying something that I just couldn' t
48:02
understand because of the panic he was still having. I got up and ran
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out of the room still with tears in my eyes. I told my mother,
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but no one believed me. I even think my grandmother got upset with
48:14
me. He told me that the Christ of the hall was a holy figure
48:17
and therefore no demon could possess it. However, my insistence was such that
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my whole family accompanied me to the room to see that what I had seen
48:27
was nothing more than the strong imagination of a little faith girl and told and
48:31
made that the Christ of Yeso was only there in his original position, without
48:36
blood dripping from his punctured sores, with nails or real tears, draining from
48:42
his face the truth I did not know how to defend myself to what all
48:46
present were seeing. I knew that what I had seen was real, but
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I had no proof to show, so I just kept quiet and tried to
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avoid that figure at all costs. During it my stay at grandma' s
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house, and that continued to happen every time I visited my grandmother, the
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house where I had had my happiest memories and probably where I had considered a
49:10
second home had quickly become the worst torture in the world. I was always
49:19
serious and sad when we were there constantly asking my parents how long before we
49:25
could go home. And I think this was starting to fracture the great,
49:30
healthy relationship I had with my grandmother. The latter hurt a lot, but
49:35
it was more my fear and impotence that I would not believe what I had
49:38
seen that day, which kept me firm to wanting to stay at my grandmother
49:44
' s house for a short time until one day my worst nightmare came true.
49:50
My parents would be two days away for the wedding of one of my
49:53
dad' s friends, so, after asking some relatives where I could stay,
49:58
my parents more decided that the best place was my grandmother' s house,
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because my school wasn' t far from there and in the unlikely case
50:06
that my grandmother forgot to pick me up, I could walk on my own.
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Besides, I think my grandmother always asked for them I was the most
50:15
attached granddaughter to her, and I really had the desire that that I don
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' t know how to lose. The first day was Friday afternoon. My
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grandmother was very happy. He told me that if I wanted to watch TV
50:29
while preparing something special for me to eat, but for several months I had
50:34
been avoiding the room as if it were radioactive. And the worst part was,
50:37
it wasn' t my first time staying with my grandmother. I knew
50:40
that when the night came I would have to sleep on that old sofa bed
50:45
in the living room and that made me drop one of the sporadic tears because
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of the fear this caused me, I just told my grandmother that I didn
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' t want to watch TV and that I preferred to be with her.
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It wasn' t a lie. I loved my grandmother and she really seemed
51:01
to try to get our relationship back on track and I would dare say not
51:07
to take off from her. Basically, that whole day helped to heal her.
51:10
A little bit he taught me how to make chocolate cake and his secret
51:15
recipe for baked chicken, and when it started to get dark, I had
51:21
the courage to ask him not to let me sleep in the living room.
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I didn' t tell her I was afraid of her plaster Christ, but
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if I told her that I was very afraid of sleeping alone, she thought
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about it for a moment and replied that there was no problem, that we
51:36
might well just extend some blankets on the floor of her room and I could
51:40
sleep with her until my parents returned on Sunday from their journey. I smiled
51:45
for the happiness that caused me. I thought everything was fixed as long as
51:51
my grandmother was present that thing, and no one else could harm me,
51:57
but I was wrong. The first night my grandmother, she kept her promise
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and made me a comfortable place to sleep in her room with an old petate
52:07
that she had kept around and several blankets so it wouldn' t be cold
52:12
even since she didn' t want to watch TV, she lent me one
52:16
of her favorite books about detectives to entertain me, if I wasn' t
52:21
sleepy yet when she fell asleep. I think that no book had liked me
52:25
as much as I liked that one so much that I lost track of time
52:30
and stayed reading it until after midnight and maybe I didn' t even realize
52:35
the time of not being because a noise I heard in the room at first
52:39
didn' t matter. The door was locked already although my grandmother' s
52:44
room was relatively close to the room, I doubted that he could go as
52:49
far as I was. He recalled that the last time he had seen him
52:52
he had not been able to escape his crucifixion. That' s when I
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looked at my grandmother' s alarm clock and saw that it was just over
53:01
midnight I wasn' t sleepy yet, so I tried to keep reading.
53:07
However, a couple of seconds later I heard footsteps down the hall. They
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were not common steps. I mean, they didn' t look like a
53:15
person' s shoes. These steps sounded like a sermic, crashing into the
53:21
marble floor of my grandmother' s house. My heart began to beat very
53:24
hard something inside me. I knew perfectly well what I was wandering around the
53:30
house at that time and the worst thing was that every second I was passing
53:36
seemed to be getting closer and closer to my grandmother' s room. I
53:39
closed the book, turned off my grandmother' s reading flashlight and covered myself
53:44
completely, as if all those blankets could protect me from something. But he
53:49
still didn' t hear coming any closer. I didn' t know if
53:53
I should try to wake my grandmother up, although I quickly got rid of
53:59
that idea, thinking that it might happen exactly the time before, when I
54:05
finally gathered enough courage to remove the blankets from my face I could notice something
54:09
very frightening. There was someone or something outside the room. He could see
54:14
his feet obstructing the passage of light from the hallway through the crack of the
54:17
door. And that was not the worst, because immediately the door knob began
54:21
to turn to open. I don' t know if it was an adrenaline
54:27
rush or just my survival instinct in action, but I ran to the door.
54:31
I reloaded my entire body to keep it from opening. I knew that
54:35
the door was not safe and that my grandmother slept very deeply. He would
54:40
hardly wake up unless he heard a loud noise. That thing started pushing the
54:47
door. I could hear him crying. He didn' t beg me to
54:52
let him in and he didn' t say a word either. I stood
54:55
firm at the door fighting because I couldn' t open. I don'
55:01
t remember exactly when he stopped, but if I remember that, even though
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I had already stopped pushing the door, I didn' t dare to get
55:09
away and at some point in the morning I fell asleep. My grandmother woke
55:14
me up when the first rays of the sun began to come out. He
55:17
asked me why I was sleeping at the door and I really didn' t
55:22
know what to answer. I just shrugged and refused with my head, so
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my grandmother told me that maybe I was sleepwalking. So maybe in the middle
55:31
of the night I got up, tried to open the door and, as
55:36
I couldn' t, ended up falling asleep there and I just agreed with
55:40
her. We spent all that Saturday together. I was trying to forget about
55:45
what happened in the morning. I really wanted to convince myself that that was
55:51
just a dream. After all, in my dreams I always used to be
55:55
braver than I was in real life, so maybe what Grandma had said to
55:59
me was true. I had a bad dream and woke up sleepwalking and waking
56:05
up at the door had only encouraged my imagination. When the night came,
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I lay down without any distraction, with the sole intention of falling asleep as
56:15
quickly as possible. After all my parents would come back on Sunday afternoon and
56:20
I could go back to the security of my room. I tried until I
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finally couldn' t make it I fell asleep. However, something woke me
56:29
up around 11: 30 p m. It wasn' t strange steps or
56:35
noises. They were just a strong desire to go to the bathroom. I
56:38
tried to ignore it. I didn' t want to go out, because
56:44
to go to the bathroom I would have to go through the living room and
56:49
that wasn' t something I was willing to do. It took several minutes
56:52
for those who wanted to urinate to grow more. For a moment I considered
56:55
the possibility of bathing myself, but it just turned out Hultaba disgusting to sleep
57:00
with wet pajamas and cause those problems to my grandmother. I got up and
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slowly opened the door to the room. I looked up at both ends of
57:10
the hall. I doubted a little bit, but I really thought it was
57:15
a matter of minutes to get on me. I walked slowly down the hall
57:19
and stopped at the arch of the living room door. The light in the
57:22
hallway lit the room dimly. The Christ of Plaster was still there. He
57:29
didn' t seem to have the ability to move or hurt. I threw
57:34
a sigh before starting to run as fast as my legs allowed me to at
57:37
the same time as I prayed out loud in the hope that that would become
57:42
some kind of shield of protection. I got to the bathroom and locked the
57:46
door safely. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it would get
57:51
out of my chest. I made my needs and pulled the chain. I
57:55
was so afraid to go back out. I even considered the idea of staying
57:59
in the bathroom to sleep and blaming my sleepwalking. However, the more the
58:05
minutes passed and more cold air entered through the bathroom window. I was telling
58:09
myself it was best to come back. After all, I had not heard
58:14
anything and when I had passed him, he had not moved. I even
58:19
began to tell myself that maybe it had been my imagination and I was only
58:23
being afraid of a plaster Christ who had nothing supernatural. I took the lock
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off the door and walked out. I walked cautiously to the room. From
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there you couldn' t see that gigantic cross. I started with my prayer
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and set out to run again and not stop until I was in the room
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with my grandmother. I set out to do it. I was about halfway
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through the room. A cold hand grabbed me by the ankle making me fall
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on the carpet. I instinctively turned to the cross. This one was empty
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and that terrifying plaster Christ was tucked under a table. I was crying,
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and I was suffering by the hand of Plassus I was pressing my ankle tightly.
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I screamed with all my might as I tried to free myself. I
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didn' t understand what was going on and I finally managed to get rid
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of her hand. I got up and tried to run again, but I
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bumped into my grandmother because of my screams. I thought you' d tell
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me there was nothing there or that it was all part of my imagination.
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But instead, my grandmother was petrified by seeing that plaster Christ climb back to
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his wooden cross and return to his original position. He quickly grabbed me by
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the arm, took me to the room and closed the door using a chair
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as a tranch. He started praying the rest of the night, but we
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didn' t hear anything anymore. When the first rays of them crossed through
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the window, my grandmother still wouldn' t let me out. I think
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we stayed in the room until my parents arrived in the afternoon and my grandmother
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told them all the truth. They didn' t believe him, he noticed
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by their faces, but to please her they only helped him to get off
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the wall and because of my grandmother' s wishes, they beat him with
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a stake, until everything was reduced to rubble. Over the years that story
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only became a subject of conversation between me and my grandmother. I guess it
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kind of ended up bringing us closer together. I' ll never know what
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that thing was or if anyone could believe my story. I only know that
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since that day, if I believe in God, but I will never sink
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again before a Christ of plaster Tecamachalco is a small municipality located to the south
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of the city of Puebla, which, since I have used reason, has
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been a place of legends, stories and supernatural experiences lived by the inhabitants.
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It is a place surrounded by hills with very few dull inhabitants, which until
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now is living an expansion of establishments and the displacement of new people. But
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when I was little, all people knew each other. There were no people
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outside the city, and that is why many of the stories I will tell
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them I was able to confirm from my own experience. One of the experiences,
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which I consider to be the strongest, was when I was in high
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school. I was in my second year. Many of my companions were walking
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from their homes to the institution because there was not as much crime as there
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is today and the parents were confident that we would leave alone. Three of
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my companions lived in the same colony, which caused them to leave and return
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together in the mornings and evenings, sometimes walking by transport. One day,
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when we arrived at school, those same three companions were impressed by what had
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happened to them on the way through the nhar tell them that when they were
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walking, they heard steps behind them, first very close and then a little
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further away. Besides that the morning sun allowed them to see their silhouettes in
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the shade, but they were sure that there were times when they saw an
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extra shadow very close to them did not give importance and followed their path normally.
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In the middle of the road is a relatively large square. The municipality
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government did it to displace the traders of Tianguis, as this place was occupied
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by the merchants below. There were small rooms that occupied as cellars for their
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products, because my companions were passing by, when suddenly they caught a lot
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of attention a quite strong smell. They said that they had never heard anything
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like it and that it was interesting for them to come down and see what
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they could do. So, on the other day of school, they brought
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a rechargeable hand lamp and put it in the classroom during the course of the
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day so that, leaving, they could go and explore where that smell came
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from. Many of those who told us were not doing anything strange to us
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all the clues of what I could do. On the contrary, we were
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very interested and motivated them to go to the place and the next day they
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would talk to us, because the next morning we saw our companions a little
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weird. They were usually very extroverted, so I decided to approach them and
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ask them they looked very nervous and unwilling to talk, but following the thread
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of what had happened to them. They told me that they came to the
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place leaving school and that when they got to the place where the smell came
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out, it was much more intense, but that when they looked through a
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hole there was a little light. In the darkness the light came from candles.
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That' s what motivated them a little bit more to enter. When
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they went down and began to do the exploration, they realized that the candles
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were almost all over the small room and that in the end they could appreciate
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a small bed with things on it. But when pointing at the light,
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it wasn' t a simple thing, it was a dead person. Hence
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the bad smell. One of them was able to record with his phone,
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but I remember that the camera of our devices was not very good at the
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time we were in place. I swear that image so far I have not
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stopped remembering it and that it caused nightmares for many years. Despite the poor
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quality, it could clearly be seen that he was a man and was in
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very bad condition. They told me that they came out as quickly as possible,
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obviously very frightened and in the same way they ran to one' s
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house and told their dad that for a moment he doubted the truth until he
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showed the same image as me. Dad called the police and nothing was heard
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about it anymore. It wasn' t determined because that man was dead or
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that it was the weird thing. That' s making my adult age aware,
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is that if the candles were still lit, it' s because someone
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else was taking care of the body. Maybe it was a cult. I
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don' t know. It is something that to date continues to cause me
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a lot of intrigue and chills. Another of my experiences was in the former
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Franciscan convent. It is an enigmatic and representative site of the municipality, as
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it leads the population from the top of the hill slope. Currently the property
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is used for religious celebrations of Catholicism. You hear a lot of stories about
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the site to the point where if you visit it, it' s not
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about going to mass or something, but because it causes you some intrigue.
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The way it looks on the outside and inside in ode schools. Very common
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that we were asked to visit the place, since it is the only historical
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place with which we have or that is accessible to us. There are many
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research excursions, but these do not give them guides or someone who knows only
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you and your companions walking around the back. I must confess that since I
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was a child I have been very afraid of the religious images that are full
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of suffering and pain, because the main image of this convent is the image
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of the Saint, the Lord of the Descent. This figure as far as
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the tiredness and fainting of Jesus is depicted on the way to his crucifixion.
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The image is located right in the middle of the altar. I come from
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a Catholic family, like many in the municipality, and the most opportune thing
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we were taught was that if we visited a church, we had to go
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as far in front as one could persignate and sink to pray or give.
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Thank you. Knowing this, at school we were asked to make a video
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about the history and paintings that are painted in the main vault of the building.
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As I mentioned in the previous story, my people were very safe and
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our parents let us go to many places alone. This is how we arrived
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three companions and I must say that that day was very cloudy and cold and
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there were no people around. Except for the guard, we went in with
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a little fear for everything that was told. As I said, as we
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came from Catholic families, we went across the street so we could pray a
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little bit and start our project. From that moment on, I knew that
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something was very strange, because as I was stuck on the bench, I
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could see that right in front of me was the image of that saint who
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venerates the truth. I was getting a little uncomfortable, because it is very
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strong to see her from the wounds and the expression of her face, but
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at the same time it provoked me to continue seeing her carefully until I saw
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clearly that she moved her eyes and eyelids. I' m so scared.
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Instead of screaming, I put my hands on my face. My colleagues saw
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me and asked me if I was okay with what I said yes. I
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didn' t want to tell you what I' d seen because you wouldn
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' t believe me and you' d make fun of me out of fear.
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We started to tour and managed to record some shots of the entrance inside
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the church and then we headed to the backyard, which is also very scary
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because of the way it looks and above all its loneliness. In the middle
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is a small fountain and to its surroundings several corridors with radiant ruins, besides
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that at that time there was a very old photo of a friar placed inside
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an equally old wooden frame nailed to the wall with a rusty nail. They
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' d go around the place always together, trying not to separate us.
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We felt that the vibrating of the place became heavy, it was a very
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difficult environment to describe, but even the skin stood up to you. We
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didn' t say anything about it, because we thought it was only our
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imagination, that it was the product of fear because of the stories that were
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being collected from people already to the bottom, in the part where you are
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not allowed to pass, we realized that the gate of what appeared to be
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a deep tunnel was open. There really wasn' t a ray of light
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coming to that place. My colleagues and I remember that that was possibly one
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of the tunnels of the stories. It is said that in this convent there
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are three underground tunnels that connect to other convents of the State of Puebla.
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One of them connects with the convent located in which Cholac. The other says
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he passes through small villages until he reaches a church n UAs. But the
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most important one is connected to the episcopal palace of the Cathedral of the City
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of Puebla. As curious good people, we noticed that none of the managers
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were nearby to be able to explore calmly and without being able to catch our
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attention or even run away. So we agreed that if someone wanted to come
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in, others should stay out to see that no one would discover us.
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Peter and I decided we wanted to come in. Besides, because the lamp
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of our cell phones were the strongest to be able to see in the darkness,
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while Patti and Jesus would stay outside. I remember putting in a hand
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to see more or less how the environment was and it felt too cold,
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much more than normal from the weather outside. Besides, we were thinking about
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whether to go in or not. Peter took the initiative, lit the flashlight
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on his cell phone and began walking through the dark tunnel. It scared me
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off I ran because I had already left a good stretch behind. We began
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to explore as far as our vision allowed us and the place felt very strange.
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Throughout the tour it was perceived to be very humid, as if it
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were a cave full of water. The walls were viscous as we kept walking.
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It took a little work to breathe, the signal was being cut off
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for obvious reasons, but what impressed us was when the flashlights didn' t
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work for us or were deactivated for no reason. Already at that point I
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asked Peter to please stop that there was no way to follow through on all
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the circumstances I mentioned earlier and that I was having a hard time breathing.
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The truth is we didn' t know where we were headed anymore and if
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we were going to find something so we decided to see around us. If
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we could collect any evidence that we were there, we looked and a little
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later there was a kind of signal too old. It wasn' t very
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clear, but it was enough to tell that we were there, where at
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least none of our age or school had already been. When we returned to
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the same path, we swore that we had been given an eternity, as
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if we had traveled miles, and that there were stretches in which we felt
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as if we were drifting away. It was impossible, because we always kept
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in a straight line and when we had the lights, we didn' t
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see any other way. When we go out. It became much more chilling,
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as it was getting darker and my friends, who had stayed outside,
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were very worried. We asked them why they were so distressed. If it
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was just a couple of minutes. Peter and I figured it was only like
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30 minutes. Very confused and believing that we were playing a stammering joke when
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we were told no, that it had taken about two hours. We did
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not want to believe what they said, but it was evident from the sunset
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and as it was too late, we left as soon as possible to go
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home. Of course, Peter took away the rusty signal we met at night.
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I was very restless and had fragments of moments I lived inside the tunnel,
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but there were moments in which I remembered how I saw Peter against the
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light of the lamp but that there was a shadow behind him. It caused
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me a lot of fear and I remember fighting to wake up. But what
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was my surprise that, when I opened my eyes at once, I experienced
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for the first time the paralysis of the dream of only retelling them. My
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skin' s gnashing,' cause it was a lot of coincidences. If
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you can call them that, I remember lying down and not having the chance
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to move any of my limbs on my own. It was an unmatched panic.
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Next to my bed was an armchair as I tried to move. Inside
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my paralysis, I saw how a lump of black shadow was there I'
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m not saying that I tried to do something that just got up from her
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presence. It didn' t make me feel safe when I closed my eyes,
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I could have quick memories of my loved ones. I don' t
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know why I thought of them. At that moment I began to cry desperately.
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I didn' t know if I could wake you up, if I
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could move. The weird thing is that when I opened my eyes, I
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saw again as that entity that was sitting, standing and leaving I swear that
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at that moment was when I was starting to recover my movements. I didn
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' t want to tell my mom anything about what happened the night or the
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day before. So I usually went to high school. I met my friends
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in the classroom with whom I had gone and they told me that they had
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not been able to sleep because of nightmares, which at that point I had
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difficulty believing, because they were a sum of coincidences until we realized that Pedro
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did not reach school. The truth is, I did get a chill,
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but I tried not to think about it so as not to suggest how the
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day was going on. The social worker came in to give the proof to
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the class teachers. I asked the professor in turn why Peter had not attended
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classes, to which he replied that the permit said that because he had a
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strong temperature, but that he said no more. Indeed, at that time
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he was more than scared. But I didn' t want to make a
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fuss, as my other friends seemed very normal to the subject. It was
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like three days and Pedro still didn' t go to school, so,
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going out, I went to look for him at his house to see what
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was going on I touched and his mom opened me up. She already knew
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me, so, without asking any more, she told me that if I
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was going to know how Pedro was, I said yes. She told me
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that she was very worried because she had been feverish for a long time and
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that he looked very weak, that what she only stopped for was to be
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able to do her needs and that, as much as the doctor injected her
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treatment, she saw no improvement in it. I went to his room and
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in truth I saw him very sick. I sat on the edge of his
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bed and opened my eyes. We talked for a while and he brought up
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the subject of when we entered the convent tunnel. He told me that from
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that day he had had many nightmares and dreamed of that place constantly and that
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among the delusions of the disease he felt a presence in his room and that
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even he saw a black shadow that was in his room. My mouth felt
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dry because of what he told me and I also told him what had happened
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to me that year. Same night I only saw his face that was very
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scared. I went home in great fear, but also very puzzled by what
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was going on. I didn' t understand anything and even there were times
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when I felt very skeptical about the subject. I got home and my mom
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asked me why it took me so long to get there if my time of
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departure had already passed. When I was going up the stairs. I couldn
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' t help but get down to tell him what had happened and what was
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happening to Peter. My mom' s not much of a believer in the
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issues, but at the time she told me something bad could have come from
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that place. I went back to Pedro' s house, accompanied by my
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mom, so I could tell her what we had done. My friend'
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s mom reacted the same way my mom did, so they decided to take
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us to a lady in town who was doing clean. When we entered,
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we explained to the healer what had stopped and what happened. After entering the
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tunnel, he told us that my friend and I were carrying a very heavy
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energy. She started making me the famous clean with a rough egg and an
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oil, but when she broke the egg she saw a lot of black secretion.
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In fact, the color of the egg wasn' t even noticeable,
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but when it was my friend' s turn, he said he couldn'
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t clean it for all the burden he had had, but he was going
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to try anyway. When he finished, he broke the egg and not only
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did the same black secretion come out, but they came out like larvae.
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It was totally shocking. The healer explained to our mothers that at the time
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we got in there we were charged with energy and that that energy might not
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come from a deceased person, but from several, since it was not known
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exactly how many dead there were between the corridors of that tunnel with the things
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they were doing there in ancient times. The fact was that there were dark
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entities that were chasing us and that were not entirely good, because Peter was
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already getting sick little by little. He also explained that entities do not stick
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to us as well, but can be transported in material things. At that
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time I turned to see Peter and he to me was evident that it was
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because of the sign that Peter had picked up and brought home. The lady
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recommended that no one else touch that thing, only Peter, since he was
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the one who took it and who was most affected and later took it and
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see what could be solved. And so it was. Again we returned with
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the sign that Peter had hidden in the courtyard of his house. Returning it
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was not an option because the authorities could punish us for getting us in without
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permission. So the Curandera recommended that we take that thing and bury it in
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the Holy Land, in a pantheon if possible. We did so in the
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company of the Curandera to recommend the best place to do so and not to
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desecrate a rest space for someone else. We opened the space, but Peter
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had to be the one to accommodate it and earth it. We also had
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to return to the place of the Curandera to make us other clean ones and
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make a rite for the takeoff of entities. It also gave us some special
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essences that we had to pour out like water during the shower to shed all
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kinds of negative things. He told us that these entities permeate and cling to
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children and preteens, because it is an age when we are very naive and
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do not represent much malice. As impressive as it sounds at the moment Peter
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began to improve as if he had nothing, and the nightmares and apparitions suddenly
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left to date. I' m still very curious about those issues, but
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what I' m sure about is that the energy crossing between living and dead
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people is anonymous accounts.