2 HORAS DE TERROR DE CEMENTERIOS / EXPERIENCIAS DE SEPULTUREROS, FUNERALES Y CUIDADORES / L.C.E.

0:12 There are different beliefs, different religions, different cultures, that it is said that, after having died, the person can stay on earth for days or weeks, visiting his relatives or simply doing things that he needed in life. Whatever belief you have. We cannot deny that funerals and funerals have a certain aura apart from sadness, also mysticism, because there are not few accounts of people close to the deceased in which they live at that very moment facts that cannot be explained. Just as it happened to this brother who for his sadness was giving his last farewell to his little brother, and this little brother asked him to beg him from his coffin And it seemed that only he could hear him repeat him over and over again to help him, to help him before burying him. Your story is next hello. Greetings Alex to You and your entire audience. I' m going to share my experience with you. This happened when I was twelve, but I want everything to remain anonymous, please,

1:42 as this experience is very personal to me and I would not want the real names to come out. Asse Turns out I had a younger brother who, because of fate, passed away almost fifteen years ago, when he was eight. I at that time twelve, as you know, I was too young to assimilate my brother' s departure. Obviously, it hurt and I had to go even with psychologists, since we were very attached. So much so that we shared the same room, you will understand that, after being next to one person and overnight, not having it in your life is very heartbreaking. But I don' t want to talk to you about that, but more specifically, about what happened when we were watching him at his funeral.

2:38 Passe turns out, like all family members, I was wrecked. I was crying at times and at other times I was controlling myself. But it turns out that among all the whispers among all the people who were there, relatives, uncles, cousins friends, I began to hear a voice coming from my brother' s coffin. That voice I knew was my brother' s voice. I remember that very well. He called me by my name. He kept repeating my name and telling me to take it out. I repeated myself many times, please take me out. It' s very dark here.

3:19 I was twelve years old and I assure you that none of that was making up my head. I approached the coffin several times to corroborate what I was hearing, but I only saw my brother lying down without making a single noise. As soon as I was leaving, I heard his voice calling me to see him again. I always repeated the same thing. It' s very dark here. Bring me my lamp Bring me my lamp I couldn' t assimilate that. I even told my mother and she told me that it was best for me to go out, breathe fresh air, and that if this was very painful, I could go back to the house. I didn ' t know what to do back then. This was not the work of my mind, as I outside did not listen to my brother' s laments or that he was calling me. It was only a matter of opening that door, of being in the same place with the coffin in front when he began to hear his voice calling me over and over again. That was the last time I went into that room that called me and this time he said something different to me. Brother, bring me my lamp is under my bed in the treasure chest. At that moment. I remember that my brother had a treasure chest, a plastic trunk, of course, but I hadn' t seen it recently. To make you honest. His stuff was his stuff.

4:54 I wasn' t messing with them, as he was playing on his own, as I had other things to do when my mother took me home, as I didn' t want him to be in the cemetery. I took advantage of it and went up to my brother' s room, which was also mine. Unfortunately, my mother had already started taking everything out, she already had it in another room. I asked Mom, you saw a trunk, my brother' s trunk. She said no, but all her toys were in that room that was storing them. I went to his bed and checked under this alex The trunk was there, I took it, I opened it and a glove- shaped lamp. He was in there. My brother has always been a big fan of SpongeBob, so much so that most of his toys are from this children' s show SpongeBob, Patricio Arenita and all the different articles that come out in the series I had my brother.

6:00 There was a chapter where a glove- shaped flashlight comes out. My father had bought it from him and this one turned on and off. I took it and went immediately with my mother to beg her, to beg her, please, to take me to the cemetery, that I wanted to take this to my brother. I don' t know how things were, but in the end, if it took me, I remember very well that entering the cemetery when they were already about to descend it among the whole crowd. As I approached, I kept listening to his voice. I kept repeating my name again and again that, please, I brought the flashlight. I went and begged my father to please open the glass that I had to give him something.

6:48 I don' t know if it was because I felt sorry or maybe because I made a lot of trouble. At the end of the day, I was allowed to. They opened the glass quickly, I left the flashlight beside him and finally descended the coffin covered it with dirt. But my brother ' s voice no longer resonated, he no longer listened to him. Finally, my brother had kept silent as he grew up. Many people, hearing my story, say that I probably had some crisis. I imagined listening to my brother' s voice, but what many cannot explain is like this voice that I supposedly imagined. I can give myself detail very specifically where that flashlight was in his room. Like I said before, his stuff was his stuff.

7:47 No one had that information, neither me nor my parents. And it is precisely because of the latter that I am quite certain that what I heard was not something invented by my mind. I believe fervently that my brother was telling me this from the coffin. It is said that when Jesus died on that mountain, many of the people who were devoted years and years after this asked as a last wish to be buried as close to the field to that mountain, where Jesus had been crucified in some way. They believed that, being closer to this place, they were going to exceed the sky faster.

8:41 It was a thought they had. And this not only goes back to this field there in Jerusalem, but also goes back to certain chapels where it is said that a saint came down and built a chapel. Specifically. So much so that people seek to be internal in these places, they will be buried in these holy places believing that in that way, as I said before, they have secured the entrance of heaven everyone believes what they want to believe. But this next story goes hand in hand with this and I think you' re going to rethink us if it' s really the place where we' re buried. It matters so much, since, apparently, according to this story, despite the fact that this cemetery was very much fought, it was called by many inhabitants as a holy field indicated to be buried there, in order to depart to heaven, this story corroborates to us that there are souls in sorrow, souls that even being buried in this type of places, simply do not exist in eternal rest. The story is next hello. Alex My name is Eduardo Gomez. I have time to listen to your stories and on

10:15 this occasion I would like to share mine. It' s a little weird to say what my story is, because it didn' t really happen to me, but they told me. You' ll see. I am a watchman and despite the fact that in this company where I am at that time I was in another one, but practically throughout my life I have dedicated myself to being a security guard during the night and, as I tell you, I have been placed in different places, in different places, some very far away, others very close. And maybe, for my good luck, nothing good has ever happened to me, anything out of the ordinary. During the night, very much or I have seen some shadows to hear strange noises, but there was one occasion when I and four other companions were put to care for a cellar. This winery had very precious items, so they occupied five passe guards. Turns out this winery was in a village, at least an hour away from where I lived. Because of the distance, the payment was very good and practically, to be honest, we did nothing during the night.

11:37 But this winery, apart from staying in a village, the real macabre thing we could say, is that it was in front of a cemetery. This cemetery was small. It was planned to be larger, but due to government, municipality and other construction companies, construction was stopped and ended up being a small cemetery. A small cemetery that was very much fought over. The places there were very expensive and also very much fought by the people, because it gives the coincidence that this cemetery is exactly behind a church, which is very devout to a saint and it has been said that in this church several miracles happen, so to speak, so this cemetery is very precious. We could say for the people who want, then, to get to heaven, since they believe that by being buried here, the road will be easier.

12:43 I don' t know, they' re beliefs they have. The important thing here and once already giving you context of everything, is that in this work, during the night I met the caretaker of that cemetery, it was called Angel and was a lord already of some eighty- seven years. Time seemed to have billed him, moved with a cane and, to be honest, had a face of few friends. I was working there before talking to him like a few three or four months, and during those three or four months, before starting any conversation with him, my colleagues and I saw it as about three o' clock in the morning. He always left the cemetery and stayed there. He often stood there while having a cup of coffee.

13:41 Other times he would walk to one end and then walk back to the other end and so he would pass it, going from one side to the other. It caught our attention, as it seemed that he was not going to do anything in particular. Just take the time. But the funny thing is this alex thing that always came out at 3: 00 in the morning. As time passed. We had a conversation with him. I told you I had a few friends, but once you know him, he' s a very tender, very cheerful person. In fact, he told us that he didn' t need to be working, only that he doesn' t like being in the house, likes to be working and that he knew very well that he didn' t have many years left. He already had his place there in the cemetery, had already paid for it and somehow very dark.

14:37 Perhaps for some he was acclimatizing, as he told us, by the time he would arrive at that place, that they would not take it by surprise. His children had a lot of money and even went after him and were going to leave him, but he' s one of those old fools. You can' t get him to reason, so to speak. He wanted to work and that' s how it was done. After I' ve already had confidence with him. I asked him subtly already for a year working there and I said listen, Don Angel, I noticed something about you and it is that always at three in the morning, when we are here smoking, you always leave the cemetery and even did it before we made friends, why did it, Don Angel At that time he got serious. He looked at the five of us that at the time the five of us were smoking in the street, keeping him company, we were on a break, so to speak. I remember it was three forty at the time, he told us look guys. It' s possible that this thing I tell you is going to make it hard for you to believe it, but I' m going down this cemetery for about three years and since the night I came here

16:10 my first night I was running I heard a woman' s screams. These screams sound desperate, they sound as if the poor woman is suffering. But you listen to them inside the cemetery many times and countless nights. At first, I was at least looking for where these screams came from. Eye, the screams are heard, but only if you' re inside the cemetery, they' re like choking screams, only perceptible to people inside it. One night I followed him and I could see where the screams came from. They came from a grave at the time I was scared. I am not going to tell them lies, but the next morning I was investigated that tomb belonged to a woman, a woman who, doing the calculations on the dates, had died at the young age of twenty- two. Obviously, this gave me a chill. After investigating a little with other people, with the police, I was told that this woman had been brought from another locality. She was not a woman from this town, not even from the next city, but they said that that woman had been taken from her by drowning, she

17:45 had been suffocated, probably strangled by some criminal, some thief, or if not worse, but every night at about three o' clock in the morning. I heard a scream coming from that grave and that' s why I decide to leave. Call me crazy, but I don' t like tormenting myself by staying inside the cemetery once I' ve finished telling us this. Perhaps some of you who are listening to the story will believe that this was a tale of terror or perhaps a story to scare us. But believe me the way that old man told us the story, the eyes he gave us, every expression he made. I had no doubt he wasn' t lying to us. Don Angel continued to work in that cemetery until after a couple of months he stopped talking to other people. We learned that Don Angel had become more delicate in health, so the doctor forbade him to be revealing and obviously forbade him from having long hours of work. So, he didn' t do anything, so he started taking more care of his health and stayed home doing gardening at least. But this story doesn' t end here.

19:19 Don Angel' s post was now vacant. They needed a graveyard keeper and I tell them that if in case ten fifteen were few who marched through that cemetery, every two or three days and even the night, the carers would not return from the cemetery. Only two or three days was the maximum they could stand. It was not known why they all resigned only did not want to return until the cemetery itself hired a private security company and set up a booth, a mobile booth that later made it permanent, but outside the cemetery.

20:12 The guard in question had to surround the cemetery and take care of it, but only from the outside, not from the inside. All maintenance work was done during the day, none during the night. We, as watchmen at that time, knew in truth why those carers did not return and why the surveillance was done from outside. Surely his cries from that wandering soul are still heard. Many of those who see me are parents, surely and as parents, who have not heard that when you have a child, a man or even a woman, you have to show them where the money comes from.

21:11 I think there are not a few parents who have ever led their child to work, maybe their job, maybe to another job, maybe simply to a small job, to teach them more than anything what it is like to learn how to value it or simply to get the boy to go around. This was done a long time ago. I think the people who grew up in the' 80s in the' 90s all had this experience. His parents took them to the country to work since they were very young, from the age of nine to ten. And it is precisely in those years that this story happens. This man, now a grandfather, remember this story he lived with his son, the day when, like many other parents, he took his son to learn the gardening work, the maintenance work, but a cemetery.

22:14 The father worked on the weekend only in this cemetery. This father little knew what was going to happen to him in broad daylight in this cemetery. It seemed that his son found some inhabitants of this same cemetery who were not supposed to be there or the crypt community. I want to tell you my experience. You see, I' m already an older person and this experience happened to me when I was just educating my oldest son back in the eighties, I had my world a lot of jobs. Apart from the livestock, the maquilas, I also had a job of keeping and keeping a cemetery.

23:11 On weekends, as you will know, at that time, one, as a father, cared why his son, at an early age, knew what work was. We taught them how to earn bread day by day. Obviously, no overexploitation. We only take him to work and teach them to do certain trades. It was up to me to take care of the cemetery during the night, on Saturday and Sunday and during the day. If I had to do something, I would do it either in the morning or on the afternoon of those same two days. Passe Turns out that Saturday I had to do some things. Nothing in the other world was just general cleansing so I decided to take my son. I remember at that time he was twelve years old. He knew how to blow, he knew how to do general cleaning.

24:08 I also knew about livestock, so I thought I' d take it too to give him his money. We started with work and everything was going very well. There was nothing out of the ordinary. We started by snooping around picking up the trash. In fact, the other boy, who also looked after the cemetery during the day, was accompanying us to the cemetery until one in the afternoon. On the weekend. It was kept closed to this to do the cleaning work, so at the time it was the three of us, the only ones who were stuck in that cemetery. There was no one else. The door was locked. The fence was big, no one could jump it, so I had a lot of confidence. I let my son go away. He did what he had to do and he came back, so when we finished I told him look. We' re done if you want and rest. We were in full sun and in the cemetery there were only some trees on which one could take shade. My son was sweating, he was red in his face over there, so he said yes, he was going to get some rest. The minutes went by and I entertained myself by talking to the other guy. We were talking about the work, the unfinished business, and the notion of time went away. I think it

25:41 would have been a few forty minutes, fifty minutes, and I realized that I didn' t see my son and didn' t listen to him anywhere. I started screaming, screaming by his name for my son to come all his childhood and adolescence. He was a very obedient boy. If I yelled at him to come, he would, but that day, even with the sunlight on my side, I couldn' t see him. I was looking at the pools, screaming for him, but he wouldn' t answer me. It doesn' t matter where I look. No one saw the trees, those big cement chapels they put up. There was no one there either.

26:26 I asked the boy who was guarding the cemetery if, please, he would help me find my son and he obviously said yes, we started looking for him, but we couldn' t find him. Ten minutes went by, fifteen minutes tops, and it was that both he and I started hearing something. They were screams, but screams of fun, they were voices of children, it wasn' t just one they were like three out of four. The voices of laughing children were heard as if they were playing. But the strange thing and what caused a lot of fear at the time was that it was heard between the graves. It' s hard to believe, but I want you to put yourself in my shoes. It was like you heard a kid laugh but you turned around and there was nothing and you' d keep listening to it. But now on the other side and now across the street and then back to see everywhere and just see crosses, see tombstones, not see anyone. This, obviously, I despaired more and both the boy and I were afraid, but also impatient stressed. We needed to find my son. We knew very well that no one had gotten involved and we knew better still that my son at that age could not climb the fence nor could he open the gate. It was still about twenty more minutes of searching like

27:57 crazy until finally, as fleetingly, he fleetingly disappeared into the graves. My son came running, but running happily. He was happy, he had a face like he' d been playing for a long time. I went to him and the first thing I did was hug him and then I scolded him I told him that where he had gone, that I was looking for him desperate, that why he hadn' t answered me, that where my son had already gone with a calmer look. I' m sorry my dad didn ' t listen to you He was playing with some kids. They found me in the tree and we started playing they walk here in the cemetery too, but they tell me they live here. I was asking them about their parents, because they were alone, but they kept telling me that they lived here.

28:57 I think you have to guess how I got after hearing this. Obviously, both the other guy and me started to scare us. And it is well said that children do not lie. Sometimes they are so innocent that they tell the truth without measuring. If this were hard to believe, I asked him where he had been taken and he told me that nowhere he was playing with them here in the cemetery, that they had not gone out to end that day. I put my tools together. I said goodbye to that partner, because at night I had to show up to look after the cemetery.

29:37 The whole night shift. I took my son home and left him there not before without asking him just as we were leaving the cemetery, I asked him hey, son, those kids who tell me where they were playing. We were playing all over the cemetery, but those two kids were sitting there and pointing out the specific place where those two kids were sitting. That same night I arrived at the cemetery and headed to that place. In the distance, I saw two statues that gradually conformed I was approaching. They took the form of angels, cherubs. The place where those two children sat were two graves.

30:26 The two tombs, reading the names and reading the dates, were two children, one eight years old and the other nine years old. And as if this were not enough, the two children, seeing the surnames, had been brothers, I withdrew from the place. After seeing this, and even though my son continued to take him to different jobs in which I worked, as I said earlier, maquila cattle, I did not take him back to the cemetery. I was that scared. Maybe he would disappear again, maybe again these kids would take him back and this time he wouldn' t come back. Even though he was a keeper of that cemetery for other good years, I never heard the laughter of any child in the tombstones again. And it is that perhaps the children, those children who enter the cemetery like my son, may draw the attention of spirits who still do not abandon in that place. Perhaps there are spirits who stay in the cemetery for a while and are struck by the energy carried by the children. Because I' ll be able to tell you alex and crypt community that stories like my son' s are so many there are. By chance, children, when they enter the

31:59 cemetery, can also see and interact with things that we, as adults, cannot see. By coincidence many things happen by coincidence we have been saved or we have seen things that even for other eyes or for most people could be extraordinary sometimes unexplained facts as amazing happen in front of one and one. He did not even realize that, just as this grandfather happened to him, that, because of the hours, because of the day, he had to be delayed and with his horse, who was riding on that distant road of the village, he found that a burial was taking place in the cemetery. Little did he know that what he was seeing would really be paranormal, that souls can still interact with us and that he lived it that night. But he just didn' t notice this. Your story is next hello. My name is Anabel Martinez. I greet the entire audience of the crypt and also the narrator. On this occasion I want to share with you my paranormal experience, which most of all is my grandfather' s experience rest in peace. He

33:30 told us this story one weekend when we went to his house. My grandfather is one of those ranch people, he' s very stubborn and he' s always liked his life so lonely. You see at that time, when this happened to him, he lived absolutely alone my grandmother. By this time, he had already passed away. All his children, including my father, who was also his son, were married and everyone had taken his course, of course they were on his watch, but they had lives in other cities, families jobs so they could come to see him from time to time and from time to time. I am talking about months and also calling him every three days, every two days and that old man was alone in his house and even though my father told him to come and live with us, since we were his closest relatives. He never wanted to have animals, to work, thousand pas to work, he had a huge house, with different rooms for his children who were now empty, but he liked to live like this.

34:46 Every weekend we went with him so he wouldn' t feel alone. And it was on these weekends that one afternoon at night, on Saturday, we were out of his house, going to us when suddenly he gets serious and told me, my sister, my father and my mother that he had a story to tell us, which had just happened to him days ago passy turns out he' s not sure, but it was maybe a Sunday or a Monday day, he was already about to come back when he notices that he needs to earn. To be more specific, a pig and a sheep.

35:29 He gets on his horse. I was on my way looking for them, as the corral where I had them had fallen some woods and probably these animals had gone out there. He' s got them retired with some boys who help him keep an eye on them, but they haven' t come yet. My grandfather spent hours searching for them until the boys arrived and helped him too. This delayed him so much that he was returning home later. But now at night on the way to the house, he has to pass through the municipal cemetery, a cemetery that is far from the village and other localities or houses. He too, when he was passing by, notes that there are many people inside the cemetery. The cemetery is like downhill, the road is on high ground, so at a certain distance, maybe a few ten meters between the cemetery fence and the road, you can perfectly see the whole cemetery from above or almost everything, and you see that there are many people surrounded in one place. And what he thinks is good, because they ' re probably burying someone My grandfather knows very well. It' s a lot, but a lot of respect for what you keep quiet about. He keeps walking with his horse until he realizes something else, and there are two

37:04 silhouettes between the tombs. Playing it catches his attention, it turns around and sees and realizes that they are children and these children he recognizes immediately. These are two twin brothers belonging to a lady named Florence. The children, when they see him, call him a don hiera, a donjera and start waving at him with their hands. As I say. My grandfather knows that burials, funerals are times when one has to keep quiet out of respect for the person who has just died and the relatives, so in a very low tone, he says goodbye boys. He knew them. It was strange to him that Florence had taken them to a burial with her considering that these children were only seven years old. My grandfather' s on his way, but he can' t help but think about who died. In the nearby town everyone knew each other equally. It is not strange to him that they have not told him, for he is very secretive. My grandfather' s house, which gives a few miles away from the village, so neighbors have not even relatively close. He lives alone, absolutely alone in a radius of land.

38:34 In front of his house. There is only the road through which the days pass and on one occasion, when he was returning this time and still with the sun on his side, he decides to stop with the graveyard keeper, to whom he was the son of a friend of his greets him and greets them. They' re starting to talk and my grandfather' s going through the whole talk. He asks him listen and you don' t know who died. I think she' s related to Florence, since she saw the kids out there. It wouldn' t have been her husband. And my grandfather deduces this clearly, because the children were there and he must have been a close relative so that Doña Florence would have decided to take them to the cemetery. This boy, who looked after the cemetery, tells him how he said he saw the children of Doña Florence. My grandfather says yes, I saw them playing between the graves. This boy sees him in amazement and tells him to see Donjera. That can' t be, because the burial of those two children was on that very day. Doña Florencia was here, but burying her two children. There was an accident in the village and those two children lost their lives. Doña Florencia was inconsolable. As he entered the cemetery,

40:07 he could hear the screams he gave. They were her only two children and her husband too were completely destroyed. My grandfather at the time tells you how not to. I saw the twins there were and the boy, not don hierar, repeats. Those kids were the same ones we buried. My grandfather at the time doesn' t believe the words the boy is saying to him, so my grandfather tells him to give me a chance to enter the cemetery. I want to see it with my own eyes. The boy says yes and they both come in. The two walk through these tombstones and meet those two tombs that, in effect, had the same names as those children, the years of life and the photographs on both tombstones. My grandfather, without realizing it, greeted him innocently that night on horseback, completely ignoring that those two children were saying the last goodbye to him as good friends they were, since my grandfather, although he did not go much to the village, every time he went and saw them playing with them. They were two children who were very loving and without knowing it, my grandfather said goodbye to them

41:37 at their funeral. We' ve all had a bad job experience, but of course, if you smoke this, you' ll be the keeper of a cemetery and especially at night. I think having a bad night in that kind of place is a lot to think about, since what could make you have a bad time or a bad night in a cemetery. No cameras to watch, no inventory to do. Just watch the graves at night, of course watch that no one gets in. But what if the intruder is already inside. The intruder you think he' s hanging around doesn' t come from outside, but comes from one of the graves. This story has as protagonist two caregivers, who were totally confused By believing that the one and the other did their jobs normally like any other night, they looked at themselves in the distance, Few knew that what they actually saw was neither one nor the other. It was someone else, someone who was with them in that cemetery, someone who could never see their face but who did harass them during the night. His story is next hello Alex. My name is Emilio Durango and

43:22 I want to tell you an experience about cemeteries. I' ve been following your channel for a while and I' ve seen that you have a section on cemeteries stories and I think that this experience of mine falls like a ring. I' m going to comment that I was a graveyard keeper. Only once was I and believe me I didn' t feel like repeating it. I happen to be one of those so many people who lost their jobs in the year two thousand and twenty because of this whole health crisis at the time of the pandemic. I had a small business that kept me afloat, but I needed more money. So, in the search for work, I found this job in the cemetery. It was October and November, as they know the Day of the Dead. The first day, many people go to the cemetery. They were occupying a night watchman or a night watchman to keep company with the graveyard keeper they had there for years. He was an old man, but he knew the whole cemetery and knew everything that had to be done in order. This man, being an older man, obviously, doesn' t have much patience with the technology now as simple as it may seem to you. My job there, during the night at seven o' clock in the afternoon, which was when I arrived, was to check that people who came in had coppermouths wearing glasses and taking the temperature, things that were done

44:58 in that year. In absolutely all establishments. I think it was the only thing I did during the night that I had to stay with him. I was staying in a wooden booth. It was new, they put it right at the entrance to the cemetery. The booth that he had been using for a long time was in the middle of the cemetery at a fair distance, which went to the main entrance and to the back entrance. When I came and worked with this man, we talked about different things and he told me what to do. He also mentioned to me that if I got to sleep during the night, there was a time when we could blink without having a problem, and this was from 3: 30 in the morning to 5: 00 in the morning. It' s a schedule where there' s practically no noise and it' s all calm. I thanked you for this.

45:58 I was practically telling myself that I was sleeping on that schedule there was no problem. He went to his booth and I went to mine. Among the talk we had, he told me that one of the things that made him as a rule, was to watch the whole cemetery during the night, but to walk between the graves, to give rondines every certain time and far from that it was practically his job, he said that sometimes he did it because the cemetery, that silence, that breeze, gave him a lot of peace, made him feel in peace. Like who says, it' s a strange thing. Yes, but of that kind of people there was also entrusted to me to be guarding the harem in front of and also to give rondines for all the tombs that were in front. When he retired to his booth and I to mine, we saw each other from afar carrying a lamp and when thirteen and a half a m arrived, each one was already inside his booth. I got ready, leaned on the couch and tried to sleep.

47:07 But for my bad luck, I found out I' m one of those people who doesn' t matter how tired I am. It doesn' t matter if there' s no noise, if I' m not in a comfortable place like my bed, or if I feel safe, it' s impossible for me to fall asleep. I was just slumbering for more than trying to reconcile. The dream couldn' t do it when suddenly in front of me in the window, a shadow was drawn. I could see it very well, as the shadow went through the window. All this due to the light reflecting the lighthouses of the road, which allowed some of the lighting to enter. I was immediately struck by this, but it was the shadow of a man. This man was standing in front of the booth. It seemed strange to me, but at that moment I couldn' t get up.

48:06 As I tell you, I couldn' t sleep, but that doesn' t necessarily mean it brought energy. I was tired and even though this became weird to me, the first thing I thought was that it was don oscar the keeper of the cemetery. I thought maybe he came to talk to me about something. When she suddenly saw that this shadow approaches and puts her hand on the window glass and with her palm touches her twice. Tenuously he does a slight blow enough to call my attention, but surely, if he had been deep asleep, he would not have noticed it at that time. I ask you, Don Oscar, what happened. I was falling asleep. Then, the shadow withdraws and goes there goes deep into the cemetery. I was very tired. The truth. I didn' t even bother to go out, I didn' t even bother to open the door. I just went back to sleep, and even though I tried, I couldn' t sleep.

49:13 I was just lying down. It happened that night, the next day and then another night I did everything, and just like that, last night I talked a little bit to Don Oscar I gave my rondines and when I gave three and a half in the morning I went and leaned back to my booth. Just like this one time more than the other night I was winning my dream. I thought maybe I could finally sleep, but again that shadow was reflected in the window. Again I was standing in front of me bringing more sleep than the night before. This time I didn' t answer anything. I thought Don Oscar was doing his rondines or his night walks. At that moment I remember what he had told me that walking through the tombs relaxed him and again, this man puts his palm in front of the glass and touches the window. Twice after this, he retires, like the night before, without uttering a single word. I try to fall asleep and get to sleep maybe for about 30 minutes. The next night, everything is done again like last night, and the forefather and about three and a half, again that shadow towards appearance. I was lying down again this time with even more sleep and I see this shadow approaching again. He puts his palm in front

50:46 of the glass and touches the window twice with his palm again. I have to tell you, by this time this is getting weird. Don Oscar, even though he was an already large person, he was a very chatty person, it didn' t suit me that he came home just to touch my window. It was this very thing that made him lose his sleep. I got up. I tried to wake up a little when in that you see a light that is reflected by the slit of the door. It was the light of a lamp I opened the door immediately and it was Don Oscar who was approaching. He brought me coffee The next day was the first of November, so I came to talk to myself that we had to be more on the slope than anything and that the cemetery was going to have the doors open until practically two in the morning, or else, is that until three o ' clock or maybe all morning. We were talking about this about how we were gonna do it. When at that I ask you to hear an oscar and you have no difficulty sleeping it all. I see you' re walking all over the cemetery. Don Oscar answers me no boy who goes if with the leg that I charge right now. I only walk two or three times in the cemetery, but believe me I want to be sitting in the shed, it' s you who keeps walking. I told you at 3:

52:20 30, if you want you can come to sleep. You don' t have to be walking all over the cemetery. They won' t scare you. I was very confused at the time and I say don oscar, but I don' t get out of the booth. I only take the two or three laps before I go in at 3: 30 and I don' t go out again until practically 5: 30 or until 6 o' clock. The man, this old man, creases his frown and stares at me with strange eyes and tells me but, Emilio, you go to my booth and knock on my door. I' ve seen you through my window, which I don' t give oscar to. You come that time you palm my window and touch my window twice. He did it right away. These three days, Don Oscar. Confused, he says no and I' m even more confused. I' m telling you, I' m not the one who goes to your booth to knock on your door. We left the booth and the two of us together because, to be honest and without lying, we were very afraid, afraid of two things. Maybe a soul, yes, we thought maybe it was a ghost or maybe a person who was going into the cemetery. And maybe this one didn' t have good intentions, but we checked everything. There was no way anyone would get in, there was no trace even of someone getting in. When we got to the

53:53 booth we did a test. Don Oscar put himself in the same place where I saw the shadow behind the window. I could see it and it was there. It was at that very moment, when I felt more afraid than ever because the shadow, the shadow I had seen those three days, did not resemble gift oscar. In fact, thanks to the light that penetrated, I could see certain shades of color in her clothes, certain characteristics of her face. His silhouette wasn' t the same. And when I got on the other side, he came to the same conclusion. The shadow that went between the night to knock on the door was not mine. It was a completely different silhouette. From that day and until I finished working there, we both agreed that we would be together in a single booth. I don' t know what would have happened that night. I don' t know what we did or what we unleashed. Maybe we did something that should be done to us, but we don' t know what, because since we were both together in a booth, while one slept the other watched, they never touched the window again. I hope you liked the story. Greetings to Alex and the entire community of maniac crypts. This next story comes from an undertaker,

55:28 who lived an experience, we might say, very interesting. In his work he had to act as a graveyard keeper as well and as on so many occasions he began to see certain things, strange, certain things that for him already exceeded what was usual. He tells us there were strange things in voice cemeteries. Some shadows are normal, but seeing them so often. That is when it becomes strange, because far from being a place where we give peace to our faithful deceased, it is also a place where they give their last farewell, that is, they do not stay there, so even Sepulchero was strange to see something that if he stayed to see something that kept his gaze fixed with him night after night, he was not at all prepared to know the truth and to see that on that occasion, although there was something paranormal, there was also something criminal, which he found out when he was digging the land. The story is the following hello alex Greetings to the entire community from Montevideo. The story I want to share with you comes from a

56:59 friend who was told by an undertaker. This person is already a big person and his name is Javier. I' m just going to share your name, since this man is not aware that we' re going to share his experience. And the truth is, my friend has already lost contact with him. This man, as I said before, was already an older man and he was one of those people from before who spend decades in the same job in different cemeteries. Sure, but the story I' m going to tell you happened in a big cemetery. Javier says it was the largest cemetery he had ever worked on here in Uruguay. This cemetery had a characteristic and it was that it had like lomas, like you climbed up. The terrain was not completely flat, so the crosses, the tombstones in the background looked taller than the ones in front. They also had trees, vegetation, flowers and for Javier' s bad luck at the time, the government was not very interested in the cemetery issues. This one was not yet full and was still, we could say under construction some certain details that this one had around him, so they only had him as a caretaker at night and as an undertaker when graves were carried out during the day. He had to be there and he also had to take care of the cemetery all night, so it is

58:30 to be expected that he at night was tired and unable to rest very well, he had to fall asleep for a few hours during the night, some hours when everything was calm. He would get up about 4: 30 or 5 in the morning and start giving the rondin for the cemetery. He tells us that by working so many years in cemeteries, one gets used to certain things, perhaps to seeing shadows, to hearing voices, But in time one gets used to and also Javier takes away that myth, that idea that we have every night happens. According to Javier, this happens every time someone is buried or, perhaps, every time he notices it, because not every night he saw shadows or heard voices, so it was very common for him.

59:24 Perhaps to see something by the corner of the eye, perhaps to hear his name, he did not pay attention to this and continued to do his work. This might be considered surprising, but over time, one gets used to things that can even be terrifying for another. But Javier explains to us that one night he began to see a shadow that was seen there in the distance, in a hill of the cemetery, in the background, where the tombs looked higher under a tree. There was that shadow. It was a very easily perceptible shadow. He didn' t look very good who he was, but you could see he was a standing man. Watching him. Javier sees him maybe for a few moments, for a few seconds, he quickly changes his gaze. What Javier expects is that when he sees that shadow again, it disappears, like most cases he had had. But he' s very surprised when he turns and sees her and she' s still there. This man is still standing there, watching him This was something that had never happened to him, so Javier begins to walk towards that tree. Perhaps you will believe that great courage is needed for this to go, walking directly into a shadow you see far away. Well, Javier was one of his old men

1:00:57 from before, who preferred to confront the front or the front rather than turn their backs on him. Also, because he believed that there was a possibility that he might be a man, perhaps someone who had entered the cemetery and his superstitions would not make him play with his life. How' s that man? I was hoping he' d go back to sleep to do something, steal something, or maybe steal it from him. He kept walking, but as I explained to him earlier, there were tombstones that covered his path, that is, his sight, and between the road, this shadow disappeared.

1:01:37 When Javier arrived there, no one was there anymore. He spent perhaps an hour searching all over the place, but found no one, so he catalogued this as perhaps a soul that could not rest in peace, which was still wandering the ways of the Cemetery. Javier thought of nothing other than going for holy water and throwing him to that place where he had seen him standing in that shadow. Maybe that way I' d get a break, but this didn' t happen. The next night, he again observed that strange shadow. This time he saw her through the window of his surveillance booth. He was watching him in the distance Javier comes out with his lamp lit this time he was not going to allow that person, maybe that he was playing a joke or that he wanted to bother him, to escape, since on the road that he gave before he gave him perfectly the distance and the minutes necessary to leave the cemetery. Of course this person was an agile person and could climb the fence, but when the lamp was used this shadow dematerialized as soon as the light passed over it. There was nothing missing, so Javier caught at the time that it was not a person, at least one of flesh and bone, but a soul standing there. Who knows why, but

1:03:12 he was there and so continued that shadow standing there, the shadow of a man. Seeing it every night. Javier tells us that this was the most terrifying experience in his entire life, because he felt that look like he would go on purpose, like he wanted to get Javier' s attention for something, but he didn' t know why. Until after a few months and so he is dealt with with this shadow and with that look every night for two full months, until one day he received a call. There was someone new to bury and the relatives went to see the ground and he chose a place just below that tree, the same place where this entity went and stood and watched Javier all night as he was a graver, had to give himself the job of making the whole hole so that the next day the burial would take place. Javier That' s why at four o' clock in the afternoon he started with the shovel to get the land out. First he takes you out, then the earth, then the dirt wettest to the stones.

1:04:34 And in that he finds that there is a foul smell, there is a very marked smell. In fact, when he begins to dig, he notices something strange and is that the earth is loose, it is not hard, as he had felt so many times, because to dig a hole of those dimensions requires much effort, it requires even more helpers. The helpers still did not arrive and he almost completely, had already finished the hole, something that could not be explained. The earth seemed to have been moved, the pullout seemed to have been put on it alone and its surprise staggered when it began to smell this smell this foul smell that as time passed and sand was removed, it realized what it was there was a man buried in that same place.

1:05:32 His body was already decaying. Obviously, this was not a man who had been buried by order of his family. There was no tombstone, no cross. Moreover, this man was only buried with sand, had no taboo had nothing. He gave the report on this. The cops came and passed. Turns out that man had been reported missing months ago and had never been found in case you were wondering. Indeed, that shadow was of the same body as the body of that man. Apparently, in one way or another, this man from the hereafter told Javier or tried to get his attention to find his body, to be given Christian burial and now he does rest in peace. It is evident that those who buried him there were very smart people, as they would never look for someone' s body in a cemetery hello

1:07:08 alex and the entire audience of the haunted crypt. This is my story I want to share with you. My name is Sergio Bustamante and this experience happened to me and my two friends, to those two childhood friends with whom I spent many adventures. I also lived certain emotions, certain experiences with them that I will briefly discuss with them. I had two friends, one of whom called Christian and the other Luis. Luis was one of those people he liked a lot. Terror was a person you could even say rare liked everything about terror witchcraft and also rituals, both for summons and just to pass fear.

1:08:02 And if that were not enough, his aunt and mother were also dedicated to reading the letters and doing certain witchcraft work, so Louis was very easy to achieve certain things that were related to it. His mother had in possession three tables daughters who, according to him, had been touched by great sorcerers of catemacus and also by other witches of aguacalientes, so we could say that those tables daughters were not normal. Those boards guaranteed you to make contact with someone.

1:08:45 I did it Christian We were followers of terror, in fact, to date, but Luis was the most hardcore of all. We perform different rituals. There are in her house and Luzo played the daughter not once but several times, so we lost her fear. I have to make it clear that, although I never touched it, the daughter was always present when the two of them played it. I liked to be a spectator, even in most games. But on a certain occasion, on a certain weekend when both my mother and Cristian' s mother and Luis' mother were not going to be home, we made the decision to play the roe in a cemetery. After all, I wasn' t going to see anyone rushing us. We' d had this idea of playing the daughter in a cemetery for a long time, but on the day that was on the schedule we could say she wasn ' t as excited as she was at night. And in the evening obviously our mothers were on the slope, so we couldn' t do it.

1:10:04 But it seemed like that day was our lucky day, so we agreed. Luis brought his daughter board and we went into the cemetery. This cemetery wasn ' t full yet. It was a graveyard in fact very empty. There were certain places that already had their owner. It was a small and new cemetery, but it already had some tombstones. We at the time were fifteen years old, so we got beer and cigarettes as well. We couldn' t let anyone see us. Luckily, this cemetery wasn' t yet a caretaker, so that was another extra point in our favor. We arrived and what Luis told us for safety, at least, is that we played the board, but that we played it in the pasillos, between the tombs.

1:11:00 We shouldn' t have played on the daughter above them, that is, on the tombstones. More than anything to not tempt much luck. That night we made two contacts, Christian and Luis only as always observing, but there was nothing special, nothing that we have not lived before, so, after being there for a while they closed the session and we started to drink beer and smoke, obviously well hidden. There in a tree that people didn' t see us. The three of us were talking and in a certain time, Luis was quiet, he took the sharp board and in front of the tree on one side was a tombstone. Luis put the board there and started playing by himself. I immediately asked Luis no that we didn' t have to play on the tombstones, and he, without much caution, said ay, it' s okay. I think it doesn' t matter. You saw that nothing happened. Right now, in a certain way I could hear the disappointment in his mouth in what Luis was playing. Me and Christian were talking when Luis tells us to listen, they' re pulling my oracle, but with a lot of force. I think I made contact with something and

1:12:30 this is big. We quickly went and asked him what he was saying. Luis was the one who had the most experience in this and knew very well that he had to present himself first, but it seemed that this thing that was moving his oracle did not care about the formalities, he did not care even what Luis meant. He was just repeating one word. Whenever Luis asked him something on the table, he always drew the word Open me, open me up and also get me out. Those were the only answers he had.

1:13:15 Luis asked him several times who you are but this never answered until in that Christian is given to tell Luis he hears ask him if he is such a person. It' s the name of the person on the tombstone. I think you woke him up or something. Luis asked about this name and that' s when the board said yes. But only that and he kept saying the same open to me. Me and Christian, to be honest, we thought that Luis was playing some kind of joke on us, as it was very characteristic of him and this had never happened on a huija board.

1:14:01 Christian didn' t pay much attention, only told us he was going to smoke a little, but outside the cemetery. Similarly, the entrance is not that it was very withdrawn. It was about a few meters. Christian came out and in a corner lit the cigarette and lost sight of us. I went on with Luis. Luis, even though he was doing his best to get some different answer on the table, only responds to the same open me up. After certain minutes of being there and when Luis is already a little tired and also a little scared, as he explains many times that what he was pulling, what he was directing, the oracle was doing with a lot of force. This time it wasn' t his subconscious something genuine. I was pulling that piece of wood. Luis tried to leave, but he couldn ' t by now. I also thought it was a joke, because this had never happened. Luis always managed to close the session and on that occasion I couldn' t believe this was a joke. Or more than anything, I wanted to believe it was a joke. I got up and asked Luis I was playing and he said no, he wasn' t playing and he

1:15:32 wanted to leave when in that we see Cristian approaching from between the tombs, but in a different direction, not the direction of the entrance of the cemetery with his head down, walking directly towards us. He squats and places his fingers directly in the oracle next to Luis. Luis immediately tells her what you ' re doing. You know that can' t be done. You can ' t put your fingers on. Once the session has started, what are you doing? Cristian, Christian just said I want to play too. Christian came something strange to Alex His presence was not like that of other times.

1:16:28 His smell was different, it was not unpleasant, but it was not Christian ' s characteristic smell of his lution or something like the smell that Christen had at the time. I attribute it as very floral, as flowers, as herbs, a somewhat strange smell. Once Christian was back with him, I made the decision to leave because, to be honest, Luis was very scared and this same fear had infected me In a way, I already wanted to leave the cemetery, but I couldn' t leave him alone, at least now that I was. Christian could go out and wait for them outside, so I told them I was going to wait outside for them to finish the session and get them out immediately. When you' re almost there at the entrance to the cemetery, I can see that you' re almost out of your Christian cigarette. Christian was barely getting in and he asked me what happened.

1:17:40 They' re done as soon as I' m back. I turn to Alex and I see Luis playing with someone else, someone else completely different, with his head down anyway I couldn' t see his face at the time all my muscles were thought of. My body barely answered, but the one there was my friend. I had to go for it as I could and at a time when I became eternal, as I was walking almost trembling all over my body, I reached Luis. I took him by the shoulders and pulled him slowly to let go of the board. He turned around and noticed in his gaze that he was already scared and asked me what you were doing. I can' t close the session like this, what are you doing. I only said to her in the ear because she didn' t want me to hear that thing. That being who was in front of us, I murmured in his ear. Luis, that' s not Cristian.

1:18:58 Without turning our eyes, we both got up that strange person did not utter a word he just stayed playing with the daughter. Me and Luis were turning around and almost like the two of us were in the same situation where our body couldn' t react to run, to scream. We walk slowly, but we don' t even walk normal like anyone else. We were walking very slowly, but still. We reached the door of the Cemetery. We arrived with Christian and this, seeing our appearance, asked us what happened, why they came So, we couldn' t say a single word. We went to my house. Luckily, it was my grandmother who was there.

1:19:56 She quickly saw us and cured us with horror, gave us a tea, swept us away, gave us sugar more than anything and told her what had happened. Obviously, other than I got the scolding of my life, that was enough for the three of us to flirt with the paranormal again. While all three of us, now grown- ups, still like terror, we don' t play any of those things anymore. The experience we had was enough to satisfy all our curiosity about the paranormal. Holy fields, like cemeteries, are kept as some places where you can see some energy. Not for nothing. We' ve seen a lot of videos where urban explorers and even terror channels go into those kind of places to record to see if they can catch anything. Most cases do not know anything beyond certain noises, certain shadows.

1:21:14 It' s funny because when you' re looking for something. You hardly find it the opposite of people who claim to have lived a paranormal life in the cemetery. They say they weren' t looking for anything, that it just happened just like it happened to this girl. Her grandfather was an undertaker and she begged her to accompany her to her work. If she had known what was going to happen, what that dense fog that would completely cover all the graves, she would have uncovered, she said she would have preferred to stay at her house. The story is as follows. My name is Christian Zaragoza. My experience is as follows. It happened to me when I was a kid. I was a person who, while my grandfather was alive, was very attached to him. As a child, my parents worked, so my grandparents' house was my home all my childhood. My grandfather also worked, but he arrived earlier than my parents and spent a lot of time with him, some three hours a day. My grandmother, on the other hand, was the one I spent the most time with and because I was with them almost all day since I came from school, I got very cold with them, so much so that I liked to accompany them wherever I wanted,

1:22:48 that they were my grandmother, for example, to go to the market my grandfather, to accompany him, to his work or some chambitas that he had. My grandmother was also a gravedigger and sometimes took me with him to the cemetery on the weekend. Although many people are afraid of the cemetery, he, from a very young age, did not instill this fear in me. He told me that rather the cemetery was a place where we' re all going to rest forever. It' s just a resting place. I accompanied her to do various gardening work. I loved helping him, spending time with him and for many years alex Nothing bad happened to me, although there is always a first time for everything. There was a Saturday day when my mother was going to arrive at about seven o' clock at night and my father said that to her about eight and a half or nine, so on Saturday, like so many other days, I was at my masters' house.

1:24:00 In that my grandfather goes out and seeks to leave me with an aunt at that time for bad luck, the grandmother was ill- healthed and she was hospitalized, so there was no one with whom to leave me my grandfather wanted to leave me with an aunt only for a few hours. He had to go to the cemetery, because he had to make holes, because soon that afternoon a burial was to take place. But I loved my grandfather so much and wanted to spend so much time with him that I begged him to please let me go with him, that I wanted to be with him one way or another. I managed to convince him, but as soon as we got to the cemetery. He began to get very nervous, as this cemetery was in front of a lagoon. The lagoon behind its back was somewhat removed.

1:25:04 But they will know that in those rainy and cold days there is sometimes fog and the fog is much thicker. When water was found nearby, there was a very thick fog. You couldn' t see a few yards away. I start paying attention and he gets nervous like something' s bothering him and he didn' t know what to do with me. He had a cabin, a small two- room cabin and a bathroom in which he watched and sometimes stayed there throughout the burial. My grandfather would leave me there almost most of the time. When he was going to get a lot into the cemetery, he chose to leave me in here and he would come and go.

1:25:54 In a few minutes, the cemetery was closed. He had the keys and despite this, even though I thought it was an ordinary day, like everyone else, my grandfather didn' t decide whether to leave me or take me with him. At the end of the day, he took me with him. He gave me one of those games from before they popularly call them tetris, which have several games and you play with quadritos. He told me today to entertain me. With this I will dig the hole and for a good time, I found myself playing while all that fog surrounded us. But sooner or later, you end up looking up and I started seeing people.

1:26:42 He could not see their faces, but he could see part of their garments, their shadows. Most of all, walking in the fog, first I saw one, then two, then three, then there were quite a few. They were among the tombs walking from one direction to the other. What I' m saying to my grandfather is that the people who came to the grave had already arrived. My grandfather doesn' t pay attention to me. What' s more, he doesn' t even look around. He just tells me he keeps playing. Keep playing. Don' t look at something strange. Even though it was small, there were certain things that didn' t fit. I listened very well to the steps that someone made in the cemetery, that is, there was earth stones, dry branches, so the sound of the steps had to be very perceptible. And despite this, I saw many people were morning and there was absolute silence. I couldn' t hear those people' s footsteps. Even some of them would walk within meters of me and listen to my footsteps, see how they walked, but it was as if they were doing it in complete silence. Another very but very strange thing is that, even though there were quite a few people. Not

1:28:14 listening to his steps and, above all, not even listening to a voice was too strange. They weren' t talking, they weren' t communicating. It was like they ignored each other. By this time I approached my grandfather and was there very close to him. The capture, who was already afraid, rushed quickly to finish the two graves it was going to be. He took me in his arms and covered me with a twig. He asked me You' re cold We' re leaving. I said yes. As soon as he held me in his arms, covered with his brow with his hand, he leaned my head on the C on his shoulder and pulled me out of the cemetery. Years passed and I never forgot this experience. I didn' t ask him anything, but when I was a teenager and my grandfather didn' t work there anymore. I had a doubt. I asked Grandpa, why that day, when there was fog in the cemetery, you took me with you, why you didn' t leave me in the box.

1:29:30 He answered me very slowly and calmly. I didn' t know how you were gonna react. If you left yourself there, maybe you were going to live something I would have regretted. I know you were scared of what you saw, but it was much better to have you with me than to leave you alone. I don' t know what would have happened. If you' d seen that and you' d find yourself alone in the box. I kind of got it. He says he didn' t know there was going to be fog. I believe that the fog in the alex cemeteries serves to see things that we do not see in the naked eye and I believe that, far from obstructing our sight in one of these places, they let us see what really dwells in these holy fields. We' re not going into the subject any further. We both knew that what we had seen that time weren' t living people Hi, Alex. My name is Gibran Montoya. This next story belongs to my grandfather. My grandfather earlier, many

1:31:06 years ago, was already a gravedigger and was a keeper of the village cemetery. He took care of the tombstones for many years and in his own words, he says that the witches gave him the most trouble. But eye, not those witches that turn into birds or animals. He says he never saw that. He rather speaks of the ladies who do witchcraft the pantheon, While it is a holy place, because the church goes and sanctifies all the ground, it is practically impossible for them to use that place to do witchcraft.

1:31:53 But, on the other hand, the land of pantheon and the bodies were for which many times my grandfather told me that I had found ladies sneaking into the cemetery, ladies of about forty fifty years of age, who were not even from that village or that ejido, who came from very remote ejidos to obtain land of pantheon and why not. Also things from some body or bones of some body dug them up. My grandfather had a responsibility to care for the cemetery during the night, although of course we could say that this was not a responsibility as such, because if something was lost or they did this kind of thing, they didn' t draw his attention, because he knew that sometimes he couldn' t defend himself. He had nothing to defend himself against thieves or even these ladies. But my grandfather, whenever he used to slap them, he obviously ran them and took everything they wore. He wouldn ' t let her take anything. He was a very religious man and had a lot of respect for the pantheon. Also once already clarifying this, it happened that one afternoon a lady and her three children, who were very attached

1:33:26 to the village, were very attached to the church, were triplets, were the same age sixteen. They were good to the whole town. In fact, almost everyone liked them, very hard- working, very studious too, but sadly, fate had nothing good to do with them. They had gone a quinceañera, had been at the dance and between that dance had been so well two other 18- year- old boys who were children of a family that, say, was dedicated to organized crime, their father, their mother.

1:34:12 They were all colluded with that, so these eighteen- year- olds were already bringing guns and always being bragging. They always walked from now on, doing what they wanted, especially in the village. These two boys began following and harassing a girl, a girl of about fifteen sixteen years of age. The three brothers saw this outside the quinceañera and obviously, they three wanted to act in defense of that little girl. But according to witnesses, they saw that these two brothers who were carrying a gun, without hesitation, and because of the liquor they had taken and the arrogance they always took, took out the revolvers and shot those three brothers. The triplets died that night at only sixteen years of age. The mother was not married, rather she was a widow. Her husband had just left five years ago and now her only three children had also left the village. The news spread and, obviously, if it is more to say that that town, those two arrogant boys disliked

1:35:43 it. Now they simply couldn' t stand it, but they couldn' t say anything to Alex because, although Mexico is now very bad in terms of security, it used to be worse. If you said something to them or dared to touch them, you could disappear, since the father was also high and very heavy. Despite the fact that the mother was the police, she had no evidence with which to proceed with those children. The people who had seen everything turned back, as they did not want to end up like those three boys to the family that were very afraid of it, so that woman simply had to settle for burying her three children in the company of almost all the people, knowing that they could do nothing, at least to avenge their deaths. Time passed and my grandfather continued to take care of that cemetery, when he suddenly observes that there is a strange smell in the air, he identifies immediately at night going light up with his antiter and sees that one of the tombs that did not yet have tombstones was like moving, like someone had digged into one of the tombs of the triplets that were buried consecutively next

1:37:15 to each other. He starts digging and notes that the sand is loose, something he shouldn' t be there, because he' s been there for three days now, he should have stressed a little. Curiosity begins to drill his mind and begins to dig. Indeed, someone had digged and opened. The coffin wasn' t that hard. It was a very simple wooden coffin. The mother didn' t have much money. My grandfather was angry because he had escaped that whoever he had been was no longer there. He buried again. He gave some prayers, asked forgiveness of the body and asked God for forgiveness for leaving a person to desecrate the Holy Field. He went on his way and went on like every normal night, but the next night he found the same thing. This time they had desecrated the brother' s grave in the middle, the same thing, the loose sand and the open coffin had not closed it well, my grandfather was angry. Obviously, not anymore.

1:38:32 There remained a tomb of the three brothers that had not been desecrated and he made the decision to stand near there, even if he was crouched lying between the earth so that he would not see it, but he would watch all night. That tomb I knew who was coming to plunder those graves. More than anything, I did it because I had a friendship with those. Three boys had liked him very well and he could not tolerate the fact that they might be doing witchcraft at the expense of their bodies. What a surprise my grandfather took when he saw that the one who was desecrating the graves was his own mother. My grandfather went with her and asked her, obviously, what Alex is doing This mother was taking stuff from the children' s bodies, a finger, a hand. Obviously, the smell was unpleasant, but she didn' t seem to care. She with tears in her eyes, told my grandfather that everyone had turned their backs on her, that no one would do anything that she no longer had anything left to live, so she had decided to take justice into her own hands, at least in what she knew, and asked my grandfather for a favor almost almost begging her with her

1:40:04 hands taken in her chest to let her desecrate one more grave, not only that of her son, but also that of a relative, of that family, of those who were criminals, who was also buried in that cemetery. I think it was grandpa or uncle. I' m not so sure. My grandfather initially refused said hey I' m not going to help you for this, but the mother with tears in her eyes asking her to put herself in her place. He told him and repeated to him over and over again that only part of that body would be taken away, that no one would notice it and that also soon all this would end, that he had nothing to live for and that his house was very lonely. He practically told him that he didn' t have much time left to be on this earth.

1:41:04 My grandfather said yes, with a lot of shame he admits it. He let that lady defile, that tomb, cost him work, since he had to do it from below the tomb, that is, a few meters behind it, because this had a large and concrete tombstone, they were people who dedicated themselves to an organized crime, so his tombstone was full of materials, paintings, flowers. If you ask me, something very hypocritical because of all the evil that family had done and that all the members were only spreading fear.

1:41:48 The lady did what she had to do and my grandfather left the next night. He hoped the lady wouldn' t show up. Similarly, she stood in those tombs waiting for her to face her, but this lady did not appear again. In fact, he disappeared for two weeks. It wasn ' t seen in the village again until the news came. Turns out they found her. They had found her at home. She herself had taken her life and because of the smell of her nauseating body was that the neighbors noticed it in the same way. The wake was carried out and as his last wish he wrote it on a sheet on the table. She was buried with her children. My grandfather was confused. While the pain might have been more than enough for that poor mother to have taken her life, what she was doing with the bodies. His answer would come just two days later, when one by one, those heartless eighteen- year- olds who had taken the triplets’ lives died one day after another in strange traffic accidents. Only they

1:43:24 lost their lives in those accidents. Similarly, my grandfather carried out the burial only to ask, and even to this day, that perhaps that death of that mother who herself took her own life. It wasn' t despair, it wasn' t impotence or sadness. Maybe it was because of something dark, maybe a very powerful witchcraft that claimed the life of whoever was doing the job to take the two lives of those boys. The price paid by who knows, but my grandfather is sure of this. That woman made them so powerful a witchcraft that she herself took revenge for the passing away of her three children. Some people believe that those who do not rest are those in which they are not given a Christian, burial or, at least, a type of ceremony. Different religions have their different kinds of ceremonies and we have had them since the beginnings of humanity. With different societies, be it the Vickis,

1:45:00 the Romans, the Christians, the Catholics. Some decide to cremate the body, others decide to bury it, others decide to throw it into the sea. But all of that always included in a farewell ceremony. Different cultures say that in how the body ends, it does not affect how the soul goes. Some say they reincarnate, others who are in heaven, others who rest. But the important thing is the ceremony, because the ceremony puts an end to your life here on earth. That' s why they say people who don' t have this ceremony don' t get to rest. They ' re still on one side and on the other completely lost. Those people who are still in pain are those whose body has not yet been laid off, and this is precisely what this story is all about. A body that had not been dismissed was still tormenting these gravediggers. The story is next hello.

1:46:18 I greet everyone. My name is David and I want to talk to you about an experience that happened to me a couple of years ago. At the time I was seventeen, so getting a job was difficult, at least a serious job, a job that gave you benefits and a well- paid pay, not an excellent pay, but at least a pay that would allow you to survive. Day after day, me and my friend were looking for a job and what we found were part- time jobs. We were so desperate we even went to a cemetery. The gravedigger. From there he occupied staff, but only a few hours. We started to do calculations with a job that we already had part time and this one, because we made good money, so we got to work. We arrived on the first day.

1:47:23 We help him with a burial, even until that, and we also have to help him keep an eye on the cemetery. In the last hours of closing there no one would stay he would close the cemetery and no one would stay to take care of it. Only our job was to give a couple of rondines, three at a time to the whole cemetery before closing it and tell the people out there that they had to go out also to see that no one stayed or left certain things, certain artifacts that people do in cemeteries, such as witchcraft, dolls and strange things. This is the cemetery of a town, so you' ll imagine they use it a lot for that.

1:48:15 On a certain day, what I want to tell you came a young man was about three years older than us, this guy who was walking around like in his twenties brought something. He explained to us that it was something I had to leave to a grave. Recently I remember burying that person with whom this boy was coming had built him a small chapel. Within this chapel had been left different things mostly, pink chains, some valuable things, but mostly floral arrangements. This boy was carrying a bag and s a copy of the lock key in that chapel, so we thought it wrong. We thought maybe he was a relative, maybe some nephew, some son or a close friend, so we let him go. This boy opened and left that bag inside this tomb, inside the chapel, closed it again, threw the padlock and left the cemetery. Of course, there was nothing strange about it, but when we started making the rondines at night, the nightmare began, because every time we passed through that tomb, we heard that someone was talking to

1:49:46 us as if this one was babbling and also as if he was laughing. We heard it clearly. The first time I heard it, I was completely alone, so I panicked. I left immediately with my partner, with my friend, and I didn' t mention anything, because maybe my subconscious had played a terrible joke on me. But my friend, who also had to make rondin, also heard this. He heard laughter coming from that tomb near that night no one mentioned anything. We thought this would only stay in it until next night we heard laughter coming back from that tomb and also as a person babbling. This was repeated every night every time we approached, until inevitably we told each other and it turns out that we had both experienced the terror of hearing it. So much, so we told the gravedigger. We told you in which grave and exactly at what height were we hearing? Those laughs accompanied us and even though we thought that perhaps at that time we would not

1:51:16 listen to her. If we listened to it this time in a lower way, it was as if we were at a distance, we listened to it loudly, as if the laughter was laughing or speaking out loud, but as we approached. It was decreasing until we arrived in front of that tomb. The gravedigger said this had never happened before. She tried to check everywhere, but the laughter was now quiet. We didn' t hear anything anymore. We went back to the square and there we were all three thinking what was going on. We all had something paranormal in our minds until we remembered that boy who had arrived, that boy who had put the bag in that tomb inside. All of a sudden, the three of us started making a theory, a theory that was quite consistent. Sure. That boy was one of those heavy boys who liked to make jokes, he was one of those young people who had no respect for the deceased, not even his family or perhaps friends, who took the opportunity to come and leave us in that safe bag,

1:52:48 some horn, a little horn and gave us those laughs, those voices on purpose to scare us away. There were many young people of that age and more boys who liked to do that kind of heavy jokes. So we came to that conclusion the next day, in the afternoon, when the three of us were there, we pulled all the people out this time earlier and went to that tomb. Luckily, all the locks they had there had a copy. This just in case there was some mishap and we had to act, because sometimes they leave candles lit inside the chapel and if they leave some blankets clothes or leaves with prayers or photographs, they can be set on fire.

1:53:53 That' s why we got to the grave. We opened it, took out that bag, and we certainly started opening it. There were several calculated as about three plastic bags wrapped and the last one was like some kind of leather a very tough bag that we had to untangle. We couldn' t break it when we opened it or a foul smell or a very, very disgusting smell impressed us. We dropped the bag and no horn came out of it. What came out were bones, human bones. It wasn' t entirely a body, but if it was the parts of one, I remember very well that the skull came out of this rolling up to the sole of my shoe, bones like that of the leg, the ribs, the laughter came from there they were, but only that. We, very frightened, the three of us, gathered the bones and put them back into the bag. But this time the gravedigger didn' t put them inside the grave.

1:55:19 He took them that same night, ordered the cemetery and went and threw them into a nearby river. The most surprising thing of all is that, after this, the laughter, the voices stopped ringing. Those bones were the ones laughing hello maniac crypt. This following story wasn' t sent to me.

1:56:02 This next story is more of a personal experience than, although it didn ' t happen to me, I know very closely the person it affected is a friend of mine and, in fact, I didn' t remember this story, but until I talked to this person And there, between conversation and talk, he came out again and obviously, knowing that I have this page on YouTube, he asked me to share it. It happens that earlier, some years ago, I had my group of friends and this group of friends had the idea of going to work in other states, obviously taken from other companies. These jobs are very well paid, but even more paid for the extra time you work. Obviously, as they say, they didn' t know anyone. It was a completely foreign city. They knew certain places like bars, billiards that they were going to hang out with, but their main reason for being there was work. It was to make the most of it, so they stayed the overtime, they stayed as long as they could, even in schedules of more than twelve hours, obviously very well paid, but

1:57:36 despite the long schedules, despite how demanding and heavy the job was, that did not stop them for maybe some three or four days in all the months that they were there, going out for a walk in the city, going out for a few beers, going out for a game of pool. After all, they had to relax a bit and on one of these exits was that this experience happened. They were leaving work. It was about 2: 00 in the morning at that time. Although there are taxis, they don ' t really abound. There are cars too, but there are very few flatbuses. There' s nothing and I don' t agree. Even with this, one of my friends had the wonderful idea of going to a restaurant and having a few beers. The other two followed him, as they also wanted to, and after being there for a few minutes, they headed back to the hotel, but had to wait for a taxi. At the time.

1:58:48 They don' t have this explanation. As ubero didi, they were barely taking control of those applications and it was not available in all states, so they were a stop in front of a cemetery. They were at the stop, obviously behind their backs was the door of the cemetery, obviously closed to chain and lock, and once they were there chatting, playing jokes, they heard the voice of a man calling from behind. My three friends turned around and saw that there was a man inside the cemetery, inside the gate, posing his two hands outside this recharged. They both looked at him to see if they were talking to them, and the old man, very delicately and even with a face of good friends, as they say, signaled them with the hand that my friends came. Obviously, there had been some three beers, four of them, and they were already a little not drunk, but cheerfully relieved. So they went with the old man. They arrived, presented themselves, greeted him and the old man of very but very good character, very friendly, asked them for a cigarette. They assumed it was the

2:00:24 keeper of the cemetery, so, kindly, they gave him one among the talks. One of my friends asks him what his name is and what he was doing in the cemetery. This friend remembers that he did not answer the second, but that the first I do tell him that his name was Joseph Followed by all his name, which my friend asked me to keep anonymous. They went on with the talk. My friend, the one who tells this experience, the one who lived it most closely in that environment. Then he had a watch with which he had the bracelet, from which he grabbed the broken wrist, so that the watch almost always dropped a fault due to the work had been hooked with a machine and because the watch had been detached, it had broken. I had some repair, of course, it was just the bra, but my friend hadn' t fixed it. The master told him what a beautiful watch you have and my friend, as I explained, was light, there was something going, yes, and Ebrio gave the watch to that man to see and he did not take it away again. He forgot that he had it when the taxi arrived that one of them three stopped him quickly got in, as they had waited a long time and did not

2:01:58 want to lose him, saying goodbye to that gentleman so quickly and getting the three of them in the car. My friends say they didn' t notice the clock until the next morning, that one gets up. You already know dehydrated and hungry looking to see what time it is and at that moment remember that the clock had been kept by that old man who still assumed at that time that he was the keeper of the cemetery. They thought look at anions. Very good people. Surely, if we go and ask him, he ' ll give it to us. This would have to wait until the other day, as they had to go to work and leave in the afternoon.

2:02:41 So, at seven o' clock in the afternoon they went on with their work and when they left, they deviated and went back to the cemetery. Earlier this time, the cemetery door was open and they met another completely different person. He was a man of about forty years. My friends asked you, I' m sorry. We' re looking for Mr Joseph. You know him, he' s a keeper here from the cemetery, but that person who did identify himself as the keeper of the cemetery told them no, he didn' t know him and that he was more ay no Joseph worked than the cemetery. During the night, at least at that entrance, he didn' t keep a watchman. He stayed in the other one there was a caregiver. His name was not Joseph and he was someone who came from a private security and stood on the other side of the other entrance and was a young person, he was not an old man. My friends were a little surprised. They couldn' t process who that old man was. They were confused. So the next night they decided to go again. But this time, at the same time they had gone out, possibly that old man did work there, but they were covering it up Maybe he wanted to steal

2:04:15 their watch, as it was an expensive watch. What' s more, that' s why my friend urged so much again to get it. It was an expensive watch. They came to the entrance and, out of the screams they gave, they went up to the bar, even to look over, but they saw no one. And just as they were leaving the maniac crypt and this tells me that it was real in front of the camelón that separates the roads. There was a cross on this cross. Something shone above this one, something that was glowing. The road was very well lit and this is why the light of the road was brighter and brighter. The so - called clock was on top of the cross. My friends passed quickly, as it was two and a half in the morning, almost three and there weren' t so many cars. In fact, it was the same clock with the same malfunction as my friend' s. He doesn' t know if he just showed up. He doesn' t know if he was there all day. Something difficult, as many people travel there. It was as if someone was waiting precisely for the moment when the three of them were in

2:05:45 front of the cemetery to put the clock on and see it. What gave my friends chills was that they read the name of the cross who had lost his life there. Obviously, these crosses are put on when fatally an accident occurs and the person loses his life on the road, these crosses are put on. The name of the cross was the same name as that old man. Apparently, after all, he wasn' t the keeper of the cemetery. Next story. I found her on a web forum. Therefore, it is not an experience that I have been sent, but many in this forum claim that it is true. They say it happened to an undertaker here in Latin America. Some other versions, instead of a marriage, say he was only a father. But what we really care about. Here' s the outcome. You believe that when you lose your life, especially in an unnatural way, you see it in an unnatural way, as illness, as old, in such a sudden way as a shot or an accident. Many theorize that for these last two reasons that I said people do not get, that they are no longer alive, because they did not live a duel, they

2:07:18 did not feel leaving, they did not say goodbye. Therefore, those who lose their lives in these types of accidents, in this type of circumstances, still find some time and do weeks or months. In this world, even though they get their funeral done, they still act like they' re alive. That gravedigger says there was a couple, who had a habit, a sad habit of going to the cemetery. And it was this same pain of going to the cemetery. Which ended his life. The creepy thing is that they kept keeping their promise, even from the afterlife. The story is as follows, the following maniac crypt. It is a story that comes from the web and, because it is a story that comes from the Internet, it can lend a lot to the imagination. This may not be real, but many people say it is completely true and that the gravedigger who happened to him was so surprised that it was one of the factors that made him quit that job. The story begins as follows. This gravedigger, apart from offering the service to bury the deceased, was also a cemetery keeper. Some days and

2:08:56 one of those many afternoons in which he was called to bury a deceased, he was surprised that he was not an elderly person, he was, in fact, a small person, he was a child. Sometimes cases occur and it is very sad to bury a child, although it is sad to bury a father, even when he is ninety years old and all children surround him. At least these kids are already big, they already have family. Many times grandchildren are the ones who are there most crying, but at least for grandparents, For these people who died, either because of an illness or because of the same old age, you have that comfort that they lived a long time, that they enjoyed adolescence, adulthood, having children, having grandchildren, marrying compared to a child, a nine- year- old child who eXpres experiences could have and I think that is why the funerals of children are more painful for many people, especially for parents, that they often idealize their child when he is already large, when he is older. Sadly, it was the occasion. Those two parents were completely destroyed crying at the same time was

2:10:28 their only child. The burial ended and the guests, as well as the parents, even though they stayed a long time, were the last to leave. But the next day, or rather the following night, that gravedigger was called the night guard, a guard that is very heavy, at least for the hours of the morning. It was late past midnight he was even having dinner when suddenly they knock on the door of the cemetery, they call her a man and a woman. The moment he comes out and sees them straight ahead and gets closer and closer, he begins to familiarise their faces. They became known to him and quickly recognized them were the parents of that child who the day before had gone to bury him. It was evident that they were still having a hard time and these two parents, almost begging him, asked him to please open the door, as they wanted to go and leave some things to the grave of the child. They brought toys, some new ones, probably some toys that this child never met and never opened. The gravedigger

2:12:00 waited for them at the exit as they went and left all this they stayed longer. Obviously, you empathize in these kinds of situations. This gravedigger says he didn' t push them, he didn' t even go for them. It was logical that, maybe they wanted to stay an hour or two next to their son' s grave, so he got into the booth and kept on having dinner. After about two and a half hours, these people came out. Finally, the gravedigger sent them away, and so it remained that night. The next night this was repeated and also the next And the next day these parents had caught a routine of going to visit their son' s grave every night until one night they did it extremely late. It was around 2: 00 in the morning. When they arrived, the gravedigger opened the door for them and let them in, asking them, please, to leave as soon as possible, as it was too late for the marriage.

2:13:15 They said yes, they just wanted to see him, say a few prayers and leave immediately. The minutes passed. Then an hour passed and in those hours of the morning and even for a person who is awake or who is forced to work at night, they are very heavy at three and a half four in the morning. Inevitably, that gravedigger fell asleep when he woke up. It was already half past five. He got up and what he had never done was to the grave of the child. He started looking for people, but he didn' t find them anywhere The marriage had disappeared. This doesn' t make him weird. The previous nights, he had opened the door for them and, as he knew they were going out, he only rolled up the chain. He didn' t put the lock on him, so he thinks that maybe these people didn' t want to bother him.

2:14:24 They just unwrapped the chain, went out and rolled it up again. This could easily be explained, so it didn' t give much thought to the matter. But the strange thing happened that as the days passed, this went on repeating. Those people arrived later and the gravedigger fell into a dream that he could not control. When people woke up they were no longer there, he would no longer fire them. You only saw them coming in again Never come out. This was repeated about three days and the third. The last time you saw them was that morning. In the morning they' d go burying two bodies, two coffins. He didn' t know who it was.

2:15:20 He just told him to make the holes and would like all the preparations to send for the necessary help. Like the other mornings, he got up five and a half went to look for this marriage and found them nowhere. That same night they had arrived at 2 a m to see the grave of their son and likewise, they did not say goodbye to him. They just disappeared. His surprise was great when people began to arrive at the funeral home the coffins and just as everyone was saying goodbye to those two bodies. He realized that one belonged to the husband and one to the wife. The same people I had let in that early morning were now dressed in the same clothes they were in. Something very exaggerated that he never paid attention to, and that these people were well dressed. When they went to the cemetery to see their son, he never thought that that dress was going to be the same one they were going to bury them with. Both people' s faces were extremely made up, but still they could see some scars, some cracks and were seeing them through a glass. And it' s not about anything else, but their bodies were already emanating. A certain plague, Certain plague,

2:16:56 which is uncontrollable, since the bodies had been dead for about three days, and even a few hours after the fourth day, the bodies took a long time to find them, since it is said that these two people do not know if it was an accident or maybe it was of their own free will. They left in their car, got out of the way and fell down a long ravine, thus losing their lives. Three days after his burial, the gravedigger resigned a few weeks after he had known that he had opened the door three days in a row to two wandering souls who, even after they had passed away, continued to fulfill that habit they had of going to their son' s grave Hello, good night, I want to tell you all

2:18:26 about a paranormal experience that happened in my family. This story has been told in my family. Many years passed to my uncle when he was a young man of some nineteen or twenty at that age, especially when he was in town. The young people, apart from going to work, going to help in planting or working in the different markets, are the main audience of the dances, those dances that were done in the square or in some restaurant or even in the middle of the houses of neighbors that came together. That was the case that night. My uncle, being a young man, obviously, went very well, arranged, perfumed, combed and about nine o' clock at night, was dancing with different girls. Even though the night had gone well, even though it had had fun, let' s say it didn ' t quite go well, because he didn' t get any dates.

2:19:41 We could not say surprise some girl, so perhaps at three in the morning, when already at the dance there were only gentlemen and some older women, not because they are old, they are only women and lords of forty years, forty- five. Young people usually leave before 2: 00 in the morning when they go in company with their parents or give them a deadline. There in the villages I talk to you about the old days, so my uncle decided to walk home. I was a little drunk, I had a drink, but I wasn' t drunk. He remembers very well that he could hold on and aside, he was placated boy. She was sad, because the girls she liked had passed him. He walked and walked, but during his course passed in front of a cemetery. It wasn' t because he would have looked, it was that or simply the cemetery was left from going home. I had to go through there many times, so the fear factor wasn' t there. He wasn' t afraid to pass in front of the pantheon. It was very common for him to do that when he

2:21:11 gets to listen to someone, someone who asks for help the voice of that girl comes from inside the cemetery. My uncle turns to see her and, in his own words, says she was a beautiful girl, the prettiest girl he' d ever seen in the whole town and she was about her age, at least on her face. He thought that at most he would be about twenty years old he was dressed in red in a dress and was sitting on one of those block walls that are at the entrance of the cemetery.

2:21:56 But inside, my uncle was very surprised by the beauty of this girl. This girl pulled out her arms and, giving her a sign, told her to approach that she needed help, that she had been locked in the cemetery. For this it has to be explained that that girl wore like a cloth, like a sheet, something light, something thin that she wore at all times between her knees down, that is, that that sheet had her on her knees covering all her legs until she reached the floor. At no time did this young lady get up at any time. All the minutes he spent talking to my uncle he made them sit in that place, he told my uncle that yes, please, I could open the door, as the caretaker had gone and left him crooked. My uncle, obviously, like a white gentleman who was probably thinking of flirting with that girl, if he wasn' t already doing it, he said with all pleasure that he would open the door. For her he went and found the surprise that, although there were chains, it was not a very secure door. It was a door that

2:23:30 only had an overlay chain. But what stood out a lot, what he found very particular, was that there was a cross, a cross that was in the middle of the chains. I miss you. My uncle is very religious. He does not throw away the crucifixes, even though he was only anywhere, so he decides to remove the chain and without throwing the crucifix he leaves it hanging there. That girl tells you please, remove the whole chain. I just can' t get out like this. My uncle, probably because of the drink, became strange to her, but at the end of the day, she was a pretty girl and wanted to impress her. So he grabs the crucifix, grabs the chain and removes it completely, but puts it very slowly and delicately. There on the floor, on the ground.

2:24:35 At the time, that girl gets up and my uncle realizes she wasn' t a woman I was talking to. That girl had risen and her height had changed. Obviously, all the time he sat her down, but when she got up her but, my uncle' s height is more, it ' s more, I almost reached the height of the gate. She was a woman who could easily measure a few feet or maybe two meters. Then that sheet he held hiding his legs. He just dropped it shining that he had no legs like a human. He had legs like those of a net big hooves and these themselves gave him that height. My uncle obviously fell back into the sand, screamed, crawled for what he could and that strange woman, with a very beastly force, opened both gates of the cemetery very easily and ran away until she got into the darkness. My uncle came to the

2:26:11 house, he was pale and couldn' t talk. They took him to sweep that if they took him to do different cleanings and with the days he was able to speak again. It was all because of the scare and after saying everything I had lived, this story of my uncle joined with that of the keeper of the cemetery, since that keeper also said that at night, a strange cow with big horns would go into the cemetery and the keeper would see her. He was trying to scare her away, but the beef wasn ' t leaving too many nights. That beef with huge horns scared the caretaker so much, so he made him run out of the cemetery, because that beef, because he wanted to gore it. This stopped only in one way, and is that the caretaker spoke with other ladies of the village and told him to put crosses, to put crosses all around that very probably that was not an animal only that came to scare him away, but that maybe it was a witch or a witch or maybe a gual. The caretaker did.

2:27:46 But that last night, perhaps that cow had been trapped in the cemetery and could not leave, precisely because of the crucifixes that he had placed. My grandmother says that, in fact, that was a witch, because witches take the form of something that benefits them, either to go steal or, either to get things for their witches. And we know very well that witches love to work with pantheon soil, but also to work with the bones of the corpses. My uncle says that' s what happened that night, that he met a witch in that cemetery,