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0:01 When we were children, Who of us did not receive certain instructions from our parents how to keep us still in such a place, does not serve rinches in public places, as well as not taking things that do not belong to us. This comes a great predicament, because of course, who as a child found us with something thrown down the street, maybe a toy, maybe a box, maybe something that caught our attention a lot like a ball, a doll or just something we liked. Obviously, our parents always told us that we didn’ t have to lift it, because we didn’ t know who it was, and other parents go to another extreme. We don ' t know what it brings. Some parents, more popularly those of old, believe that some objects contain energies from those who owned them. That' s why, even if it was a toy, a doll, a dinosaur, the child is not allowed to keep that. This next story comes from two girls who are now adults and who tell that they let that rule pass, that rule that was very strict to their mother, they simply took a toy from an abandoned place. They thought there was nothing wrong with this.

1:37 Quite the contrary, not only did they take that toy home, but also the owner of this their story is the following hello, ELIPS. My name is Juliet and I want to put together an experience that happened to me and my sister. When we were kids, we were very extroverted. We liked to go adventure, to different places. And this both my father and my mother knew. It turns out that in our village there had been a school, it was an elementary school to which it had taken many years to operate, but from one moment to the next it was closed. Without further ado, all the students had been moved to another school and so many others had moved. The school had stopped working 100%, and of this it had already been some three years. We two had passed in front of that school.

2:54 We saw her from afar several times and as I explained to you, we are very adventurous people and on multiple occasions we told ourselves that one day we were going to go into school to explore her to see how they had left her. But we waited for each other and on a certain day when we passed in front of this one and it was morning and we had a lot of free time, we decided to go into school. Luckily, for us, time and nature had taken care of school entrances. These had to be maintained, because if they didn' t have it, like any other door, it' s ruined. And, to our luck, the back door of the school had completely rotten and broken hinges. Just one push to get a door to fall. It just got loaded on the floor. Luckily, it didn' t make a big noise as we thought, but it gave us enough space to get into school. Once inside we split up.

4:14 This may be risky, but it was morning. We were kids. We don' t risk it. The lawn had grown, the windows were all in cloths, earth and dust. I was on my way to the halls and even the offices. It was evident that no one had stepped on that school for a long time. Once we met in the yard, we started exploring the whole school, but that' s it. Now together we find many interesting things. Books, toys, some utensils that were from teachers, folders with student names. You hardly saw anything. The ink had been erased or stained. You know in the style of the papers before, some photos also of students, but what called us more. The attention is that when we arrived at a living room we met a toy, it was a doll, a rag doll. My sister immediately fell in love with this doll.

5:30 He went straight to her and took her. What he called me a lot. The attention of this doll is that it was in very good condition. All the toys, the whole floor and every corner were surrounded by dust or damaged. But that doll, no, that doll was clean, it was in a very good condition. It was rag and all its seams were fine. No thread coming out any seams on the outside was like the wrist was new. My sister immediately tells me please, I can take her with me.

6:15 I want to take her Give it to me. Excuse me. I ' m the older sister, so I had to ask permission for everything. I, at first, said no. Obviously, our mother had told us many times that we didn' t have to pick anything up from the street. So it was a toy, but she begged me and begged me please, let me take it. I repeated and repeated myself, so I took her in my arms and began to squeeze her. Not for nothing, but I thought maybe it was a doll that used a haunting. My mother had already told me about this. Some women or witches use this type of dolls as tools for Buddha or witchcraft and they put inside them, either rice or some other stuff, pictures papers, either in the stomach or in the head.

7:19 And these are very easy to differentiate with touch. But that doll was made of cotton. As much as I planned it from head to toe, the torso, it was all cotton. I didn' t have a single opening. I told my sister that she was fine, that I could take her, but that I had to give her to our mother coming in to wash her and that she too would face with the scolding that she was going to be given. She accepted this and we left that school on the way. Strange things started happening to us, and they started making a sound like when they wanted you to turn that pss PSS sound to us. Nobody' s ever done that to us in a lifetime. People in town already knew us. But as much as we turn around everywhere. We never found him calling us and this went all the way. Every few minutes they made us pss. We continued to the house rushing through, as I thought they were following us. We arrived at the house, we told our mother what we had found and she obviously scolded my sister, but at the end of the

8:50 day, she kept her wrist. My mother washed it and put it on the clothesline to dry the next day and sentenced my sister that she could not touch it and could not play with it until tomorrow. She accepted and only saw that doll hanging. As long as this was running in water. Dinner came and then bedtime and it was the night that we lived this experience. During our childhood we slept in the same room and therefore, also in the same bed. It was a more or less large bed. Well, we could barely fit both because it was hot season and at that time, we didn' t have climate or fan. We slept with the door open and the window open. The door facing towards the living room and the window towards the street, so it went very well in the air. When I hear this pss pss sound again, I settle in again. I think she' s my sister and I don' t pay her any attention until again pss pss. At that moment I open my eyes and see a girl standing in

10:24 front of our door watching us. I was a little asleep, so I think she' s my sister. It was all dark, so there could be no clarity. I' m just telling Mirian what you' re doing, why you woke her up. He' s not answering me. She just stares at me without saying a word to me. I' m sick of it, I said and I said don' t play anymore. I turn around and when I stand in front of the window, I find Miriam asleep next to me. As always, she' s already waking up because of the movement I' m making and I tell Miriam, look at you here slitting your eyes. He tells me yes, yes, what brings you why you wake me up at that moment I turn around and Miriam is already waking up. We both witness that girl now walking through the living room from one side to the other. My sister sees it too and says Juliet to me. That' s not Fernanda, nor is my mom. Fernanda is

11:56 a cousin we had close to Mr She stayed with us, but the silhouette looked nothing like it. Very slowly and without saying anything, trying not to make too much noise, I go near and close the wooden door. Then and as if we had planned it both at the same time we started screaming for our mother. She' s coming right away and so is my father. We answered him. It' s just that there' s someone dad, there' s someone in the living room. Both my mother and father check the whole house, but there' s no one. My mother bends over, takes something from the living room and goes over my sister and says Miriam I told you very well that you couldn' t catch. This doll is still wet. It' s wet Look at her I turn to my sister Miriam She' s perplexed. He doesn' t know what to say.

13:07 At that moment our father, as he always tells us if they have nightmares or are afraid come to sleep with us. There' s nothing going on at the time. Look, he' s holding my arm and he ' s telling me to go, let' s go with them. I ask him quietly. You saw the truth too and Juliet answered me if I saw the girl, but the doll, the doll, I didn' t catch her. I left the doll on the clothesline. I don' t know how he showed up inside. For the rest of the night, we spent it sleeping in our parents' room and the next day we went to leave that doll at the school, in the same living room and in the same place where we had taken it. Fortunately, after this we never saw that child again. Maybe we took a doll that she already owned and this owner didn' t like us taking her so much, so she went to our house to scare us away. Since that day, we haven' t had anything to drink since we were outside the house. Moves are something that

14:45 every family goes through, either because they' re doing well or, on the contrary, because they' re doing badly. Especially families who are dedicated to renting and these parents will know that it is not so easy to move, It is not so easy to get another apartment or another house to which arriving overnight is a constant work of months or if we put it in a more hasty way weeks, so it is very conflicting to look for that house, that apartment precisely and that when arriving at this something is wrong. But that it is wrong not to be earthly, that this evil affects people in a paranormal way. How many of us haven' t heard stories about haunted houses. I assure you a lot of sureties. You' ve heard one on your street or your city. For the bad luck of this family they came to a house that already had owner and these owners, better said, did not want them there so they began to demonstrate and began to see them face to face, to attack them even in their nightmares. His story is

16:15 next hello Alex. My name is Maria José. I' d like to keep my last name anonymous what I want to share with you. It happened to my sister. I lived very closely with her and believe me this was a hundred percent real. I don' t know why these experiences tend to happen when we, people, humans, are going through very precarious moments, as this experience happened to my sister at one of the most difficult moments of her life. She, then a single mother, who was her boyfriend and the father of her child had recently abandoned her, had fled. We didn ' t know where he was or what had become of him. And so, for about four or five months, my sister' s salary wasn' t enough, so they had to move into a smaller house and into more dangerous slums, but it was what she could pay. They still couldn' t reach their son' s father, so he couldn' t ask for a pension or anything like that. I was helping him at the time, my nephew. At that time he was six years old and in his entire

17:45 life Alex had never had any problems. Obviously, he was sad, he hadn' t seen his father in a long time. Maybe that' s why he attracted something that affected him There was more to it. The first day they arrived at that house, the child could not sleep. He had his own room, very close to my sister' s, but the child could not sleep and when he managed to do so, he had horrible nightmares. He told us that every time he closed his eyes he only saw animals, creatures, that he did not know, but deformed that they persecuted him in all his dreams and also a woman who was chasing him down a long corridor that had no end. All this started when they just moved in.

18:44 I helped my brother in what he could, but of course I lived with my parents, so I couldn' t help her much either. The boy went to classes and went after him and prescribed medication to the child, since he even had shiners of the scales those nights that he had slept, The child looked emaciated, something that to make you honest, resulted in impotence, both for me and for his mother. Surely, my sister tried for many solutions, psychologists, doctors, but the child could not be composed. The boy often told us he wanted to move. That' s why all this came from that house. And I can tell you it was true, because sometimes the child stayed at the grandparents' house, i e, my parents and me, and those nights the child slept peacefully, had no nightmares and conciliates the dream very easily. It was all a matter of returning to that house, to that damned house that only martyred him. But one day my nephew stopped complaining and stopped saying he couldn' t sleep and he also stopped saying he had nightmares. Now, every time we asked him if he had dreamed of something bad, he said no, that he had not dreamed anything, that he had only closed his eyes and opened them. Again it was daylight that their nightmares were over. Both my sister and I were relieved.

20:22 Apparently, the bad streak they' d had was running out. The boy was getting better, but that' s where my sister starts. She says that in the night she got up to drink water, something she never did, but for some reason she noticed her dry mouth and when she was on her way to the kitchen, she found that at the table sitting there were two people slamming the table with their fingers as if they were waiting for someone. My sister looked good on them. Luckily, these two people were on their backs towards her, so they didn' t see her. They continued to hit the table one after another. My sister says that she immediately went to her son' s room and slept with him she can' t explain, but an overwhelming fear and a chill ran all over her body, leaving her expectant of what was going on in her own home. The boy woke up, of course, but quickly. My sister says calm down, calm down, come hold me and let' s go to sleep. My happy nephew, of course, and so they happened. That night. When she woke up, my sister was back in the room and now no one was

21:52 there. She thought maybe she had imagined something, maybe the house. At the end of the day, I was playing him against it, as some heavy energy overwhelmed you only by entering it. When you walked into that house. I can tell you that. Alex wanted to leave immediately as soon as possible, although my sister was scared for this moment. Everything got worse when he asked his son if he was already sleeping well. It' s all because of you, Mom. I really appreciate you coming over and spending the night with me with my head on it. I think that' s what helped me the most. My sister keeps seeing him and tells him my love like I' m blowing your head off. You could explain. Please.

22:48 My nephew says that every night his mother would come in, sit on the side of the bed and start blowing his head. Tenderly. He saw her, but since she was sleeping, he couldn' t see her. Well, he just let himself be caressed and immediately fell asleep and so every night. My nephew says there wasn' t a single night when his mother wouldn ' t come into the room and stay with him caressing him. The scary thing about this story is that my sister says that not a single night had she gotten in at all. In some he had only opened the door and had seen him sleeping. My nephew says that the pajamas that that woman wore the woman she confused with her mother was sky blue. My sister immediately panicked when she remembered that the woman she had seen sitting at the table had the same pajamas with the same color as her son told her. The two immediately stopped sleeping in that house. They started sleeping at my parents' house.

24:08 All piled up, but safer and as soon as they could they changed their homes they never even went back in during the day. This experience leaves me with no doubt that sometimes some places are sheltered by souls who either lived there or who have now decided that one to their place to be hurting, as everything bad that happened to my sister and her nephew came from these strange entities.

24:52 If you' re old enough, it' s probably already been your turn to say goodbye to some family, some loved one, whether it' s your grandmother, your grandfather or maybe even your parents, some brother or a cousin or an uncle or a friend, their last moments. If these are led by some disease and not by any accident or prematurely they are somewhat long goodbyes. Perhaps many people remember when that relative was interned when the doctors told him that there was no hope, just waiting for his hour, waiting for his death. Sure, many of you remember those dark minutes or days in deep agony. This child relates that he was giving God to one of his beloved relatives, but that this farewell spread too much, spread even after his death. It seemed that the relative refused to leave, but not in a bodily way, but his soul, or at least it was what he thought for his bad luck. This was a little more complicated. I had no idea what she was hiding in that room, hello. Alex, my

26:29 name is that I' m a son of a bitch, and I want to tell you about an experience that happened to me when my grandmother just passed away. We could say in his last moments it was December vacation, a time when the whole family meets. My family was no different. I was eleven at the time. My parents had rented a house there in town. I got to her. We unpacked I was very happy as I was going to see my cousins and even though my grandmother was very ill, my parents told me that it would be best for me to clear myself, since she was in the hospital and I didn' t know if she was going to be discharged, but with a lot of care, that is, they have to be very aware of her. And so it was in general the whole family, who were old people and adults, were on my grandmother' s watch. But all the young people and children found themselves exploring the city from time to time we went to our parents and asked about Grandma' s condition.

27:52 But the weird thing starts one night when I get to the house, I have to tell you that all day long I was practically gone, as I spent it with my cousins. But one night, when I arrived in my aunt' s company, my parents were already there. They slept in the room below, while it fell for more than anything, because I wanted to decide to sleep in the room on the second floor, a room that was alone and that was very large and apart that had a huge window, through which you had a very good view of a nearby park. I, as I went up the stairs and as I was walking down the hall, started to hear a lament at the same time as a strange noise, like a respirator, like a whining someone who wanted to talk but who couldn' t at that time I thought they brought in the grandmother I' m sure already discharged I had been told that she was very delicate, so I didn ' t go to see her and to make you honest allexia to the whole community. I know she was my parents' mother, but hearing those sounds at night was very terrifying. I was scared. Then I' d better get in my room. I was trying to clear my mind, even though

29:26 I kept listening to those screams, I wasn' t going to say anything to my parents. At the end of the day, I don' t think he' d take anything right what they' d think if his son told them he' s afraid of Grandma. She was my father' s mother, so I tried to cope with everything. I thought this too because always, when I arrived at night, my parents were not usually there. They were always in hospital and arrived hours later in the morning. But now every night, when I arrived that I was going to leave my aunt there, I saw my parents, I ended up having dinner, and when I went up to the hallway on the second floor, I listened to her those regrets and that respirator sounding like it was even echoing that sound of the respirator I locked myself back in my room. We could say that every night was a martyrdom for me, since still asleep, I listened to the complaints and listened to the respirator was very scary, so much so that I asked my parents that yes, please, I could sleep with them the remaining nights of this allowed me and I was just about a week and a half until sadly

30:59 life was given that Grandma had passed away. We went to watch her bury her and just when I thought we could say those sounds that so terrified me had ceased. On the contrary, they didn' t alex When I arrived, I climbed the stairs again and walked down that hallway, I heard again those laments and that respirator sounding like every night, I quickly went into my room and couldn' t sleep all night listening to those noises over and over again, time and again without rest. I was so scared, so the next morning I talked to my mom. He didn' t want to do it with my father, because he didn' t know how he was going to take it. Maybe my mom could have given me a better explanation, but what she told me practically left me petrified. I told her, Mom, I hear strange noises coming from Grandma' s room. She stared at me and told me what noises. Yeah, Mom, I know Grandma' s dead, but I think she' s still here. I hear his

32:34 respirator and I hear his laments. I listened to them every day. When I went up the stairs, I didn' t want to tell them anything, but I was scared. I know my grandmother was living her last days, but I think this has already been overtaken. My grandmother has passed away and I keep hearing her noises. My mother explains to me son, your grandmother never stayed here. I' m telling you the truth, Mom, you brought her in before she died. They had her at the side of my room. No. We didn' t bring her. Your grandmother the whole time we' ve been here, she' s been interned. She was never discharged. His condition was very precarious. We couldn' t have her with us. She was never on the side of your room, and in the hospital where she was, they didn' t have any respirators, her illness was different. We both went up to that room where those sounds came from. My mother opened it with the keys, as she claims she had never opened it at any time. That door had been closed, since no r s are between Bahí and it was true. No one was inside

34:05 the room. It was a single room, no furniture, no bed, only an empty room. From that moment on, I only slept with my parents until we left that house. I could tell you, Alex, that this story was just like an experience like that, a terrifying experience. But today, since I am twenty- four years old and have done some research on this, especially because my cousins already live and I have been able to go to this city many times with the help of my cousin, I discovered that something very, very regrettable, very frightening had happened in that house.

34:52 Also this house, for many years belonged to a family that the rent was consecutively, as well as my family. There was another countless number of families and marriages that rented this house and the last family that had rented it after us had done something very bad within it to pass. Turns out they had the father of the family very sick, so much so that he needed a respirator and that in all his last days he was in agony in that same room. The family had decided to leave it alone. They left and left that dying man. To his fate, the authorities found the body already lifeless and said that this man remained alive for approximately four days until finally dying.

36:01 This family was arrested, but in another state, but without a doubt what they did the way they left that man to his fate until the end of his last sighs, left the house marked and I believe it is a spirit that cannot rest in peace. That old man is still in agony with his respirator in that room, in that house. That was my experience. Thank you for allowing me to share it. Greetings to all of you. This next story comes from a student, or well, when this doctor was a student. I think that many people who have to say goodbye to their family, either because they live in the province, because they live in towns or localities where urbanization is, schools still don' t get to the already have to see themselves in the obligation and in the need that if they want to study to a higher level, they have to move. There are not few students who are foreign. And this just happened to this doctor. When he

37:34 was studying, he asked his family to please find an apartment, but an apartment in an area that was calmed down. He was not a young man who had his life fixed, so he also had to work, so he wanted silence. During those nights he was very comfortable in that small apartment he called home. Of course, all that began to change when he began to rise at dawn and began to hear that not only he lived there, that the silence he longed for did not exist during the morning. During the early hours of the morning, something went up the stairs and when he discovered this something, this student never rose again during the hours of the night. My name is Paco Tobar I want to tell you an experience that happened to me in my years as a student. In that season I had a very busy life. I was studying medicine and, along with this, I was also

39:07 working, so when the test days approached, I was under a lot of stress working and then meeting the schedules. It was something that left me extremely shattered at the time. It also has to be said that I lived alone. I' d just moved in so I could get a little bit closer to college. My parents helped me get an apartment and I was just looking for it in an area because there was not much scandal, nor that it was very central, because during the nights what I wanted was to sleep I was fulfilled what I had asked. The apartment was located in a very quiet area. Although there were some people, most of the buildings were not inhabited.

40:07 Casually the apartment in front of me had told me that no one was going to stay in that apartment, so under what I asked, I fell like a ring to my finger, since I was not going to have noisy neighbors. So to speak. And for a good time, I would say the first five months, six months, when I was finishing my semester, I was most normal, most comfortable in that department, as I mentioned before, I was in medicine and there were already the days of examination, so the accumulated stress did not allow me to sleep. Something very strange that never happened to me. I had to resort to sleeping pills. And just when I got up at three in the morning or two in the morning, because for no reason would wake me up, I had to go to the living room, take one of these pills with water and try to relax. On just one of these nights I came down, I heard a sound coming from the stairs. It was the sound of a few steps and then I heard the crying, but a crying contained, as if someone was crying, but

41:43 too low for anyone to hear. Obviously, being silent and in an area that doesn' t pass cars or almost no transport, it' s easy to hear this kind of noise doesn' t pay attention to it until after hearing this cry, but this time I heard another kind of crying from a baby, that is, it was the crying of a baby and also that of a woman who was going up the stairs up to this moment. Obviously, it caught my attention, so I walked to the door and looked at the fish eye these have. That way I could see who was on the other side and I could also subtly see who was going to pass up, as it was what I was hoping would have been one of the neighbors who were on the top. But when I saw that woman, she stopped at my flat on her way directly to that apartment in front of me and opened it. This apartment didn' t have a lock. He had a hole instead of a lock, anyone didn' t fight to open it. What surprised me was that the door was open. I mean, he just pushed

43:17 her into it and entered it. Then he closed the door. I found it strange, but nothing in the other world I continued to go to bed and tried to sleep that night. The week continued and again, no surprise at all. I woke up again at three in the morning. I couldn ' t sleep, so I went to the kitchen. I took out the pills, filled a glass of water and in that, when I was in the kitchen, when I was relaxing again, I heard this woman crying and the crying of this baby going up the stairs and stopping again in front of my door again in a very calm way so that my steps would not be noticed. I went and looked through my eye and again this crying woman entered the apartment. I was confused. I didn' t know what to think.

44:35 All right, maybe he was a person who was in both emotional and economic distress. I wasn' t the one to go into her life, but she was having a hard time, especially to come two nights in a row crying. Moreover, what intrigued me was that during the day, when I was leaving I would come back to eat and then go to work, find no one there, that is, the door was closed. There was no noise coming from inside even on the weekend and during the week much less thought that maybe that woman lived alone with her baby and only came to sleep in the apartment. Anyway, after living this, I tried to get on with my normal life. I continued with the cigar exams, exams between each subject. It' s over. I remember the last thing that happened to me was on Saturday. That Saturday I had changed my schedule, I went tomorrow and had even left earlier. I got paid. The next day I didn' t have classes and the next day I didn' t work, so as soon as I got to the apartment, I lay down in bed

46:05 and slept all afternoon. I woke up about ten o' clock at night and woke up more than anything because of the hunger. I had only eaten once all day and obviously in my body I asked for food. It was Saturday night, so there were still a lot of people outside and the Senates nearby were full. At that point I went out and bought something and when I got back to the apartment time flew away, I did several things, watching movies, talking to friends and at least I waited for it, it was already 2: 00 in the morning. I had fallen asleep all day, so, as they would suppose, I was not sleepy. I was going out on the balcony that all the apartments have one and I started smoking a cigarette while listening to background music. After a while of smoking, there I realize, since from the balcony I can see the stairs that go here apartment. I see this woman going up the stairs in the same way crying and in her arms carrying the child. The child also comes crying. They go up to the apartment in front of mine, enter this one and close the door almost immediately. At that time I had empathy for that woman.

47:40 Maybe I wasn' t having a great time, so I decided to bring him a plate of food, as I had stayed long enough. It was a dish that I hadn' t touched at all and I thought at the time that she could really use it, especially if we were neighbors, we had to get along in those kinds of cases. I took the food, went out on my way to that apartment and knocked on the door, but no one opened a knock on me again and no one left the apartment was totally dark. When there was someone in there, there was usually the light of the apartment from the outside, but in that case it was all dark as if no one were found. I find it strange, but I' m not leaving. I' m starting to struggle a little at the door, as on the other side, I hear this woman' s crying At that point I thought that maybe she was having an attack, so when she struggled a little at the door and without wanting the, I ended up opening the pin was very old. Practically it was only necessary to push the door to open. When the door opens, I see it' s all dark.

49:06 Except for the light of the moon coming in. I made the worst decision, which was to get into this one. When I go in, all I see is this woman sitting in a wooden chair, with nothing around her alone. But of course, she wasn' t in a normal way either, as her body was headless. Her head was lying on the ground and her body resting on that chair. I immediately came out the terror invaded me completely. I ran out again into my apartment and the only thing that went through my mind was that that had happened at the same time that someone had entered without me noticing and had done that to that woman. Before calling the police, I called the watchmen, as they were the ones closest and in a matter of minutes. They also arrived, carrying tazer and also with one retractable. And besides, it' s also worth mentioning that they' d already caught robbers out there. Upon arrival, about three minutes into the apartment, I walked in behind them. Also my surprise was great when we

50:43 saw nothing, and not only that, but that the apartment was completely empty was also very dirty. It was as if in a long time this one had not been inhabited by anyone. After all that uncontrollability, I went back to my apartment and made the decision that no matter what hours I got up. I wouldn' t leave my room for anything in the world until 13 : 00. I even took the pills and a glass of prepared water in case I got up in the morning I have to tell them that if it happened, but I never left my room again during the morning. As for what happened, the truth is, I didn' t look any further.

51:42 It just looked like a misunderstanding. But years after I had finished the race, after I was already performing as such as a doctor, about seven years ago, I met a couple of friends and it was a let' s drink for a while. They told me something very interesting, which I think was the answer to what happened to me that night. They worked in the police and told me about crimes, very serious crimes that had been executed near the University and one of them was in those buildings, more specifically in that department that was in front of mine in that season and that no longer lived there. They said a criminal had followed a woman to her apartment and once inside he had taken her life, and not only that, but also her head. I didn' t say anything about this. That experience, rather, I want it to remain an anecdote, which I do not share with my friends, since I think they will not take it as true because of

53:12 what I lived. I believe that the people who leave this world so suddenly and in that aberrant way, I think we rest well like that woman who repeats every night, that which happened to her that night in which she lost her life. I simply ask God not to allow me to go the same way at least within what fits, for I, if I want to rest in peace. Dolls are those kinds of toys that cause a kind of uncertainty.

54:01 Some girls love other girls flat, cause them certain feelings of fear and this is coming. It' s weird. It is not something that parents expect for us at all, as there are some children who love clowns and other children are all the opposite that they are terrified just when they see them. But why it might be a childhood trauma. Perhaps something happened that unleashed in this phobia towards a certain object or so a certain person. This is what this girl tells you. When she went home to visit her grandmother, she saw some dolls that made her rethink her whole life until now that maybe that toy wasn' t for her and others is saying that even though, when it comes to being an adult, she doesn' t tolerate them and she explains it' s not like they don' t like it, but she feels a deep terror when she sees them. My name is Yolanda Maricella.

55:30 What I want to tell you was something that happened to me in my childhood more than anything. I think it was one of those childhood traumas. When I was a kid about six years, I remember I just got into elementary school. We went every weekend, my mother, my sister, and I went to Grandma' s. Every time we went, I remember playing upstairs and, for certain things of fate, we ended up going down into the basement. In the basement of the house, my grandmother had a collection of dolls. These dolls varied in style. Some of these were ceramic, some were rags. I even remember some of them were wooden dolls. They were very old dolls, so they were collection. My grandmother had them for many years and the first time I saw them, they woke me up to a deep terror and not only me, but also my sister. Our grandmother had forbidden us to go down to the basement, since it was not only

57:02 for the wrists, but she also had other things, things that were very delicate, glass things, ceramic things and so that there were no accidents, she simply told us not to come down. My sister had noticed that I was afraid of dolls and, like every good older sister that just takes me two years. He started bothering me, he started pushing me into the basement, he started telling me that the dolls were gonna grab me, especially when we were fighting. But for me this wasn' t a memory game and even though these are nebulous memories of those that we have when we were children, I remember that every time I saw the dolls, these looked at me, these moved. It was more than clear that a doll of those conditions, be it ceramic or any other product, cannot move on its own.

58:13 They' re merely decorating dolls, so this thing that I said didn' t make sense. But I was sure. I saw the eyes of those dolls following me every time I walked in the basement and when I least expected it or when I turned around, when I turned my back on them, I felt how they moved. When I looked back with them, one of the other dolls was in a different way, either standing, sitting or reclining in a different way. Obviously, because of this I started to have a deep terror with those dolls, so every time my sister pushed me into that place, I just panicked. I didn' t want to go near them.

59:15 And while my sister was scared, she said she' d never seen them before. Move. It was as if only I was tormented. I was telling my parents this, but I simply attributed this to the fact that I had a lot of imagination, so it was to be expected that they would not take me seriously. But one day this changed abruptly, my sister, in her eagerness to annoy me, wanted to play me a joke that got out of hand. He just overstepped the line. She convinced me to go down two steps in the basement, and this because I had thrown a doll that I had that was a toad on the third step of the basement.

1:00:05 To her it was like a challenge, but to me it was quite a feat. Going down to the third step and turning right away, he only saw my sister mocking. She outlined a smile to me and then closed the door, slammed her and locked me in that basement and obviously ran to her. I started pulling the door, I started telling him to let me out, but suddenly the light went out the spotlight that lit up the whole basement. The switch off of this focus was at the bottom of the stairs.

1:00:50 It was a wall so I couldn' t have turned it off. I was desperate, trying to open the door. When in that the light goes and and I feel like several arms are holding me from various ends, from my back, from my shoulders, from my arms, from my legs. Many hands were taking me and they were pulling me to the bottom of the basement. These arms were tiny because they were about my size. Obviously, I was stuck to the door lock. I was stuck, hung from there screaming at my desperate sister crying for some reason I didn' t understand at the time. My sister wouldn' t open me. It was strange, even though he liked to play jokes on me. She wasn' t the type to carry the jokes too far when suddenly out of nowhere the door opens and as the door opens to where I am, I, I shoot out and fall centon on one of the steps. Luckily, I didn' t roll all the way up the stairs. The one who opened the door to me was my mother and behind her was completely upset, also crying, and my sister took us both and took us to the living room. We

1:02:20 couldn' t hold back. We were in tears. I was deeply traumatized at the time. Once we cleared up all days later, my sister tells me she wanted to play me a joke, but she didn' t want me to go that far. She was just going to shut the door for a second or two at the most, and then she was going to open it back. It was a joke we had in fact. I had also done it to her, but in different places, I mean, we didn ' t stay locked up as long as on that occasion. But my sister explains to me that the moment she closed the door and wanted to open it again, she couldn' t do it. The knob didn' t have insurance. The door was open, but despite pushing it, this would not be her. She explains to me that she felt that there was another force on the other side of the door, denying her access as if this strange force that at that time was far superior to her, did not allow her to open the door. My sister didn' t know if I, at the time, was playing a joke on her, because she heard how she was crying on the other side and what upset her wasn' t this,

1:03:53 but she started to hear laughter coming from the other side of the door, multiple laughter, laughter from different girls. She said there were, like, five or four girls in the case with me. Obviously, this started scaring him, so he started pushing the door harder and harder, but he couldn ' t open it. She started crying, started yelling at me that please stop me, please, I opened the door too, but at that moment I didn' t hear anything. Everything she said to me, at least I wouldn' t listen to her on the other side. Desperate, she let go of the handle and ran to find my mother, who was already on her way by all the screaming that my sister was hitting. She was the one who managed to open the door and even my mother being an adult at that time had a hard time opening it, as she struggled with her this experience. It just stayed there. We didn' t tell my grandmother and mother for obvious reasons, she strongly forbade us to joke like that again and also to go back down to the basement. We were forbidden to do that, although you didn' t need to tell us. We never approached that place again. When my grandmother passed away, that whole collection of dolls

1:05:30 became an aunt of mine. She still has it and even though we visit her from time to time I don' t go into the room, where she has this collection and she has other things. I just had this trauma for life. So much so that in all my childhood I never had a doll like a toy again. Now, at almost thirty years old, I ' m more than sure I' m still afraid of them and that every time I see one, I always have this strange feeling that it' s going to move or worse than it' s watching me and that it' s following me with its eyes, even though they' re totally still.

1:06:29 Thank you for hearing my story. Greetings to the entire Community of the haunted crypt