MARATON DE RELATOS DE MIGRANTES / HISTORIAS NUEVAS Y RECOPILACION DE HORROR / L.C.E.

0:01 This next story comes from a woman, a woman who, like so many who come in precarious situations, decide to make the difficult decision to abandon everything they know, that is, their culture, their nationality, their family, to get something better, to have a more Prosperous future, although of course, to get to this future you have to go through different places, difficult places and, as is the subject of today, which is of migrants, clearly are places in which people must not enter. This woman tells that this story unfolds in a desert, an inhospitable desert far from virtually any city or village. That night she was chased for something and also a group to travel with for her bad luck. Those people who were told were going to help, they ended up hurting them even more, completely leaving them to their fate in that desert. Luckily for her and her family, they lived to tell this experience. His story is as follows. My name is Constance Arriola.

1:26 Interestingly, this story was just told to me relatively recently. A rather experience that happened to my mother when she and my father migrated to the United States back in the year two thousand. I wasn' t there yet, but my mother was already pregnant with me. This experience was very disturbing and very traumatic for my mother, so in all her life I had kept it absolutely secret. Only she knew it and so did my father, for he was present when all this happened. The thing is, I had nightmares. I ' ve had this kind of nightmares all my life, since I remember my dreams. It' s not a nightmare that dreams all the time, but it' s a nightmare that I dealt with year after year. Sometimes the dream and every time the dream feels very alive, as if it is really running, as if something really haunts me. I' ve dreamt since I was a kid, that I' m in a desert. Everything is at night the absolute darkness. I go running and what follows me is a woman with long hair, black hair, pale face with a grimace that produces real terror. Just seeing her. She stretches out her hands to try to reach

2:59 out to me and that' s why I can see them her hands are disgusting, also horrifying. These are equally pale with pointed yellow nails, as if they were claws trying to reach me, and just when it is almost on the verge of reaching me, I always wake up. It' s a nightmare I' ve had since I was a kid and I' ve told my mother a lot of times. Today, since I have some maturity, he has dared to tell me this experience. And all this unites. It happens that when they migrated in that year two thousand for their bad luck, the people they hired to pass them were completely tyrants. They had very bad luck. My parents and the people who go with them once they had passed them to the United States. Those colliers forced them down in the middle of the desert and began to separate the men from the women. My father explains that he took my mother by the arm, but those men were armed and in a very abrupt way, almost putting the gun on my father' s head, he made me release my mother from the wrist. They separated him and took the women somewhere a little far away. They could still be seen from a distance. Perhaps they had been removed for a few fifteen meters.

4:23 That' s where another car is coming up. This was a sedan car, but what my mother drew attention to is that the rear seats of this car were not found either the co- pilot' s seat. It was a car that looked basically like a box. He only had one seat and it was the driver' s seat. They quickly began to separate the women and she realized that the younger ones, which we could say the ones that were good to see were separated, were putting them practically aside from this car. This had all the signs of being a bad thing, for it is not a surprise that, upon arriving in a new country, bad people will try to take advantage of this. And it is well known that women who are beautiful are taken for other kinds of trades, practically to profit at their expense. My mother was very afraid at the time. She was begging and praying that she would not be chosen, but it was practically impossible for her not to be chosen. She was twenty- one at the time, thin and pretty. She was two months pregnant with me at the time, but her belly was not noticeable at the time. She was deeply terrified.

5:44 When at that one of the girls ran away obviously desperate, knowing what was going to stop her from the future, then another and then another and my mother was fourth. In fraction of seconds, men are dispersed by running them. My mother stayed in the desert in the middle of the night, they had taken their coats off. It was so cold. She ran and ran and hid. My mother remembers she hasn' t run a few meters. She wasn' t looking to get disoriented either. She ran long enough to make sure she wasn' t being chased and at that very moment she lay down in the sand. In those dry kills and cactus, and there he waited looking away at the lights of the car and the vans, listening to all the fuss, men, screaming in all directions. Apparently, the women had not been the only ones who had run away, but also the men.

6:48 And as if this were not enough, my mother started hearing detonations. There were three detonations of a short weapon. After this, she slapped her head, stopped looking at the road and that' s when she heard the engine of both vehicles start and leave. She was still trembling, she was extremely frightened and very cold. When she suddenly begins to look at the panorama, she looks one way, sees the other and her eyes guide her to a lump that is moving there, in the distance to the case, about five meters away. This lump moves very strangely and is approaching it as it approaches and once his eyes have become accustomed to the darkness of the night in that desert, I can see that it was a woman. This woman crawled, crawled in a very strange way to both extended arms, holding only with the palms and with the tips of her feet, the knees held them high and and and going out to both ends as if it were some kind of tarantula. This my mother surprised him, but it was more the fear I had of meeting those armed men who continued to look at that woman who, as she approached, was adopting a more normal pose, we could say.

8:20 He got up on two legs and approached my mother. She reached out to her hand and told her that she would guide her with the other migrants. My frightened mother believed this woman' s dress was strange. She was dressed completely in black. His long and lactated hair reached to the hip. His skin was pale, so pale that he could easily see it in the dark, just like his eyes. That woman, almost without asking him, took her by the wrist with a force, though not violent, but very possessive, a force she had never felt before and began to pull her into the desert. What my mother thought at the time was, maybe she was one of the women who came in the van. This was strange to them, for although there were several men, women, and even some young men of fourteen and fifteen years old, none of them were dressed like that in any of them had pale skin. She was remembering this and this whole situation became even more strange to her. She realized that the direction this woman was taking her was the opposite of the road and that was where she stopped her, or rather wanted to stop her a little bit told Mira calm down. The

9:54 others are over there, my husband' s group are over there and I ' m running into the desert. I think it' s more than obvious that running in any direction in the desert at the border is more than a sentence. Obviously, they knew they had to have identified the road, because it would inevitably lead them to a town, to a city. It was what they wanted to do. But this woman didn' t pay attention to him. She kept pulling it and she kept pulling it and, for the most part, that my mother was trying to let go, she wouldn' t let it go. The way I was grabbing it was like a plastic was being it, as body heat. That woman didn' t imitate him.

10:39 Nor was it freezing, but it was very strange, as if it were at room temperature, that is, not alive or dead. My mother, in one of her attempts to be grappling with that woman to let go of her already practically begging her, realizes the nails this woman has are yellow and long and pointed. At that moment, my mother remembers she was wearing a nail clipper. It was one of her pants bags and this short fingernails brings a small razor with some edge and it was the same one she used to grab that woman' s arm and put it over her with all her strength. It wasn' t going to be a very deep cut, but it was enough for me to miraculously let go. It worked as soon as he released it. My mother took the run, running and running towards the road, while that woman followed her and kept running only meters away from her, shouting also in a very horrifying way, as if she were completely deranged.

11:54 My mother ran and ran in a matter of a few minutes managed to arrive with something some people who were from her group. Luckily, when he went back, as the other people did have a lamp, they lit up the desert, at least where my mother was running to realize that no one was chasing him. She was coming alone. That woman had disappeared, luckily, and as the minutes passed, they met more people, including my father. Sadly, not everyone in the group was located. Some ran with the bad luck of getting caught and put them back in the truck with the pulleys.

12:39 Others just ran away and who knows how far they got. That night they got lost. My mother kept this for so many years and told me so recently, because that woman she saw in the desert fits the same characteristics that is the woman I dream of and I think they will have noticed that I was not yet born when this happened. I think it was at the time that this woman took my mother by the arm, since my mother says that thing wasn' t a ghost, it wasn' t a spectrum, it wasn' t paranormal. She says it was some creature, something that dwells in those hidden and inhospitable places of this world that wanted to catch her that night. Maybe he loved her or he loved me. That woman or that strange thing never showed up again in our lives. People who live very close to the border have many anecdotes that tell somewhat sad anecdotes and also creepy if you see it in a certain way, this story happens to a senior person, a person who, as they tell me in the story, was barely able to hold on with a cane. It had been years and years

14:11 and he for living on the border. I had seen numbers and numbers of migrants, families, the elderly, adults, young people and children try to cross and also face the various adversities. Sadly, not everyone succeeds and the people who fail to do this, who leave their lives on the road, are people who cannot rest and who feel in these places still trying to reach that future, still trying to cross the border. His story is as follows.

15:03 My name is Gerardo Hernández. The experience I want to tell you belongs to my grandfather. This happened many years ago. In fact, my grandfather is no longer with us. He' s already passed away. My mother ' s family is from the country' s border. My grandfather' s house, where my mother had grown up, was almost stuck to the border. From his house you could see that huge metal fence, that wall that divided Mexico from the United States. My grandfather was always a friend of migrants.

15:46 He understood that they were people in need, that they were mostly not Mexicans, but from other countries very much to the south of America. Among them, he met children, including the elderly, who had the dream of moving to the United States. He knew many success stories, but many more of those who did not succeed. He says that on one occasion, as I told you, these caravans, these small groups of migrants were made up of people of different ages and among them were even teenagers, traveling completely alone, without family, without supervision. Many people believe that migrants sometimes travel in families. Not that all the kids who go there in that caravan are sure to go with their family. But the truth is that in those lower countries, teenagers of thirteen, fourteen and fifteen years of age choose to abandon everything and leave in these caravans and it is not necessarily that they have family.

17:00 Many of these adolescents or practically children are people who were abandoned. They are people who have grown up all their lives on the street and because last hope is to move to another country, improve their quality of life. But obviously, traveling alone and not even having maturity or knowing how to move into that country. Many of these young people remain at the border. Many of them only travel with what they have. You don' t bring food to much water, but you know well that water sooner or later is not enough to satisfy a stomach. My grandfather that night, when this happened to him, he was walking down the street. He was with his cane. He was about seventy- nine, seventy- eight years old and in that he saw a young man. There goes the mountain behind the back of the neighborhood.

18:03 Further there was that wall. He saw this young man sitting there squatting around holding his feet with his hands. Because of the cold weather, as it was the months of October, he thought he was a migrant. A caravan had recently passed and because of this, some migrants who failed to get to the United States stayed in Mexico, in that city to get a job. It was common to see these migrants, sleeping among the mountains in some streets that were not very crowded. But what moved my grandfather’ s heart most, unlike the other migrants he had seen, is that he seemed to be a young man between the ages of thirteen, not much more, and that he was completely alone. And in case this wasn' t enough, his appearance was thin, but very thin. Nearly his skin was attached to the bones. He just hugged and tried to get warm. My grandfather, at that time, had gone out of the shop for some bread and when he saw this boy he approached him slowly with his cane. When he was very close to him, he asked the boy what you' re doing here where you' re from. The boy replied that he was coming from Honduras,

19:34 that, as he suspected, he was traveling completely alone. My grandfather just bent his head I couldn' t believe what I was hearing and then asked him you' re hungry. The boy replied that yes, that he had not eaten in days and that he had not been able to get food in exchange for favors. He also explained that he had tried to cross, but that it was useless. Me or grandfather at that moment among all the darkness that had buried his cane in the sand, opened the bread and while he did this, holding very well the bag, as they were shaking his hands and he was an adult lord and trying that no bread would fall to him due to the wind that blew very but very loud and iced, raised his gaze again to see that boy and offer him a piece of bread. What my grandfather has in mind was to invite him to dinner and help him, even for that night. But when he looked back at this boy, he saw that the space was empty. The boy had disappeared in a matter of seconds, in which he looked down at the bag, prepared it and offered it to him. My grandfather looked one way and looked the other way.

20:51 It was all a mountain with sand. The houses behind their backs were somewhat removed. The boy could still have moved us so fast. And it' s at that moment that my grandfather realized that he had seen an almita, maybe some young man who tried to get to his dream, but he never got it. Inevitably, this young man died because of the famine that had a case that adds to many others, so many souls in sorrow that they cannot rest in peace. As I said earlier, many people try to cross different countries. Some do it alone completely, which is very dangerous, although they have no other left, but others do it as a couple or as a family, and this was the case. A young couple who was passing by and the mother of whom this story tells was that woman with a great heart, what empathy is very easy with the other people who, as soon as she can help, decided to help this couple without thinking a bit about what was traveling with them. While he wanted to help, he did not know at all what that couple was dragging a really sad past that generated in

22:23 an entity that we could not say if it was bad, dark demonic, but that in one thing, if it is very clear, this entity that now accompanies them, took advantage of the suffering of this couple to find in them a means by which to dwell in this world. His story is as follows. My name is Ricardo Soleto. I' m gonna tell you something that happened to my mother and me. A lot of migrants pass through here. In fact, the authorities, mostly the national guard and the military, keep migrants on this site for more than anything, take their names and carry a count within what can be controlled of the people who are entering the country.

23:22 Of course these people are going to go all over the country to the United States and among these caravans are many people who are very exposed, children, young people, adolescents, pregnant women, elderly people. And my mother, whenever she saw the caravans, selected the people who might be in very precarious circumstances, either because of their clothes, or because of what they brought with them, even because of their condition if she saw them very thin or very demacrated. My mother offered them shelter and food, as the authorities held him for about a day. And on that day, because these people have to eat. While the authorities gave them food, this was not enough for everyone and they only split once and ready, so many migrants were left hungry.

24:22 My mother offered them food and shelter. On that occasion, my mother saw a couple, a young couple who did not go beyond the age of twenty- five. The truth is, it was very precarious. The boy wore a broken short above his knee. He wasn' t wearing shoes, his feet were all scratched, wounded, his shirt was holed. The woman also dressed you understand very much but very worn and carried with them simply a bale of clothes, what caught my mother' s attention is that this couple expressed itself very well and in case this was not little that inspired her confidence.

25:11 The girl was carrying a child, wearing it wrapped between several blankets. He always stuck to him. He never let go of it or gave it to the boy He kept it glued to her like it was part of his body. Probably a first- time mom. My mother invited them to the house in an uninhabited room that she had on the outside warm enough and well equipped for her to spend a pleasant night with bathroom with bed. These young people were deeply grateful, so much so that the boy offered to clean the entire courtyard. My mother told him it wasn' t necessary, but the boy did. He also cleaned the entrance and stuff. I was deeply grateful for what my mother had given them. When they were having dinner, my mother realized that even for food, the girl didn' t want to let go of the child. My mother told him many times that she took care of him in what she ate, but she didn' t want to.

26:18 I simply declined the offer generously. The girl ate a hand and her boyfriend. On the other hand, he didn' t seem to care. The boy did not pay the slightest attention to the child that this eye was still wrapped in Sheets and Sheets. My mother remembers that, at that point in the night, the boy had not even carried the child, had not even pampered him, had not touched him, had not charged him, so she thought that maybe that child was only the child of the girl, although I missed this at a point of dinner, the boy gets up and leaves.

27:03 My mother doesn' t remember very well if she went outside or went to the bathroom. The fact is, that girl and my mother were left alone. I was at this point outside. My mother approaches the girl and asks her how much the child has. The smiling girl tells him he' s three months old and he' s pretty big and heavy. My mother extends her hand to touch the child and only touches those sheets, those rags in which obviously, the girl brings him in tangled and feels like a little hand grabs her by the finger. My mother, at that moment she starts talking to the girl about the child. He just feels like he' s holding her finger. He even calls it tight. The boy' s strong.

27:52 The girl, with a smile answers that yes and that she is healthy, that it was the most important thing at the time. The groom returns, the girl goes to bed and lies next to the boy, extends his arm and rests next to him. After talking to the groom, my mother tells him that she has blankets, has special baby sheets, also some oils that were from some family nephews, but she had grown up. Obviously, they didn' t occupy that anymore. The boy is very grateful for the intentions, but tells him that they are not necessary, that they do not carry any children. My mother is surprised by this, she says, but hey, your wife, your girlfriend has a kid. The boy' s not yours. The boy says yes or good. Somewhere you' ll see, my girlfriend was pregnant about a year and a half ago. The boy, if he was mine, we were looking forward to it. I was a kid who had brought us together more as a family, but what happened is that my girlfriend had a mishap. The child was ahead of him at seven months of age and was born with some complications. The doctors told us that they had to take very special care, a clearly expensive care and that in

29:26 our village we had not to move to a city and also pay for the treatment of the child, an effort that I made, but the situation did not improve. It didn' t matter if I had two or three jobs. The treatment was simply too expensive. There were times when I couldn' t afford it. We were even left without eating the child ended up dying. We lost him when he was three months old. It was at that moment that I decided to emigrate, we planned it and everything, but my girlfriend didn' t look so good. She was very affected by the loss of our child and I can understand it, as she spent the whole day with him. I went to work and only expected better times to come, but she had to deal with everything every time the child got bad, every time the child did not respond, She had to deal with it, while I only sent her money. So much so that she was in shock once our son passed away. And since then she acts as if the child is still with us, although clearly she is not. Grab any towel to any lump and start ploughing it. I' ve tried to talk to her before, but it' s much worse. He starts screaming, gets hysterical and

30:56 even once tried to take his life. That' s why I let her go on with it. My only hope is to move to the United States, along with her, get a good job and give her psychiatric help. You can see that in the United States they have so many methods and they have better specialists who may be able to cure them by bringing them into their own. Once I had told all this to my mother, she was extremely surprised and it was at this moment that she said hey. But the child, the child who brings it right now, yes, she' s really not making it up, because I approached him and touched him. The boy grabbed my finger and pressed it hard. The boy suddenly changed his face and told him" Doña" seriously, yes, yes, I was with him.

31:56 He grabbed my finger. Kid rap domete got up and what he was afraid of was that, maybe, his girlfriend in his madness had stolen a boy from the caravan. It wouldn' t be the first time, it would be the second time she tried to find a replacement. He approached her slowly. My mother behind him, they took the blankets just as slowly lifting them without the girl realizing and they were unrolling them one by one for the end realizing that there was nothing. They were just more lumps of rag clothes made ball inside. My mother at that time is extremely terrified, as she remembers very well that the child had touched her at once my mother. Try not to go around this, at least not with the boyfriend present. But that night she came with me and stayed up all night talking to me all this story and that she had grabbed the baby and told them something alex I don' t know if it' s because maybe it was suggested, but I remember when that couple came into the room where they were going to stay, I opened the door and let them in and when they passed in front

33:30 of me, when that girl passed in front of me, I heard a cry that came from the supposed child, a small cry like that that made by the children when they moved. I thought it was a real baby. I had no doubt to believe otherwise. The next morning, this couple thanked my mother for all the attentions and left with the guard and the other migrants. My mother no longer touched on the subject with the boy, but it is already more than certain what she felt that night, perhaps, the despair, the sadness, the desire to be the mother of that girl, the desire she had to raise her son, were perhaps enough to materialize something, something that is not a child, but that is certainly attracted by this girl to take the form of one, because they say that depressive energies, desperate energies, attract evil spirits that take advantage of these. That was my story, greetings to the whole Community, the haunted crypt, just like this first story that this man tried to migrate to another country and on the way when

35:02 tiredness, hunger, everything was falling. When he had just thrown in the towel. Something came out, something helped him, but that something wasn' t from this world. He lived an entirely paranormal event. His story is as follows. This experience came from my father. My father worked in the United States about eight or ten years ago. He worked a long time there with the money he earned, made us a house and gave studies to me and my brothers. This was not always the case. In fact, before I was born, he was working here in Mexico. He had a certain fear of going to the United States, especially because of certain stories that were told. It wasn' t paranormal stories, it wasn' t ghost stories, it was practically tragedy stories. Some migrants were unable to reach the United

36:32 States. Many of these perished and continue to do so along this path. But despite this, my father was friends with other people who had left, as is popularly said to be wet. They had arrived in the United States and had done relatively well. One of them had told my father that he had gotten a very good job and that not only was that good news, but that these entrepreneurs who were from the countryside occupied more people, but they didn' t want to bring anyone in. They wanted to bring in friends or family of the same employees they already had. For their part, they had no problem, that these employees were of another nationality and had no documents.

37:38 Analyzing the paycheck, my father saw that it was a good opportunity, so he enlisted, saved money and started the trip. It has to be said that three of his friends had gone to the United States, but only two had with two he continued to arrive. One of these friends had died along the way. My father says he heard about his friend' s death from the family. The body had been found and because of the conditions in which the body was found, they could not show it to the family.

38:24 He was only recognized by signs, by tattoos, by the credentials he carried and also by other belongings that had been found. But, however, the body could not show it above all because of the condition in which this friend was in, to say the least, a name. His name was Tomás. Tomás was said to have suffered what other large numbers of immigrants suffer daily, leaving them miles before reaching the border or in the desert. They simply keep their money and leave them there adrift, often without knowing where they are, whether in Mexico or in the United States. My father went with a very positive mentality and thought he was going to run with good luck, but it turns out this wasn' t the case. My father had the same bad luck as Tomás not to make the story longer, not to fall into some details and just focus on my father' s paranormal experience, is that he reached the Rio Bravo. They had practically abandoned them. My father was

39:57 without money, hungry and sleepy. He remembers that he had not eaten about four days, three days, and those same days he had also not slept, staggering, even sleeping for minutes while walking as if he were sleepwalking. He went into this river and began to walk in it. He says he saw everything cloudy. He does not know whether by sleep or by the absence of food, but far away where the darkness of the night allowed him to see. Because this happens during the night, as migrants said it was the right time to pass by the river. It was a time when the border patrol doesn' t have much visibility and you can hide easily. One of the tips was that if you saw a van, some officer and you were still in the river. If he had some condition to swim or to hold his breath under the water, you had to use it at that time, so he immediately thought it was a patrol. He immediately dived underwater. My father could endure certain minutes underwater, but due to tiredness, due to hunger,

41:37 he was fainting below. He doesn' t know how many minutes passed, but you' re not sure. If he started to lose the air under the water and he just didn' t care. I didn' t have enough strength to surface. He only says that everything went dark and closed his eyes and fainted. That' s how he feels someone' s carrying him by taking him by the arm and shoulder. Somebody pulls it out of the water. He says that by turning his head and looking at the person he sees that it is Thomas, Take his friend, the one who had supposedly passed away. He looks at it and asks where we are, what we are doing. My father remembers perfectly all the talk he had with him.

42:36 They talked about childhood stuff, stuff about her adult life, stuff about her family. It was as if his lifelong friend had him in front of him. My father remembers that, despite being wandering, despite feeling very bad at that time, he tells Tomás hears, but you' re supposed to be dead, that maybe you haven' t been watched a couple of months ago at your house what you' re doing here. Thomas, in spite of everything, my father was aware that his friend had passed away, but even though he was asking him these questions, Thomas did not answer. He simply changed the subject or changed the subject or laughed. My father came out of the river, walked next to him in the desert. They were walking, they were chatting in the cold desert, when Thomas gave him a bracelet, a bracelet that was very characteristic of him. On this bracelet he wore a saint, which is Saint John. This deo gave it to my father and then they kept talking. My father doesn' t remember at what point.

44:12 Tomás, from one moment to another, disappeared, no longer walking next to him as if the wind had taken him further out of nowhere. However, that bracelet was still held by my father. He kept it in a wooden box he carried, a box in which he kept certain things locked. This key was indispensable to open the box. My father put the bracelet in there to keep it very well and as time passed, this bracelet disappeared anyway.

44:57 Fortunately, my father arrived at his destination and with a surprising story to tell At that time, my father believed that this was an insurance misunderstanding because of the conditions in which he was going had hallucinated everything. Indeed, someone had helped him out, but that person might have been a migrant, perhaps another person he did not know, but because of hunger, because of sleep, because of the precarious conditions in which he was walking that person perhaps distorted his face and believed it was Thomas. He thought Tomás was helping him get out of the river. This was my father' s thought for a while, like for the first six months. But now, decades later, he believes something else entirely. He believes that his friend lost his life in that stretch and that what happened is nothing else, but the last consideration of friendship that they had. Thomas helped him not to perish in the same place where

46:28 he had done so, for many souls are said not to leave the place where they die. There is much criticism of the border patrol or the police or army guarding the entrances to a particular territory or country. Of course, there are governments and there are laws and rules that you have to taste with all the people who are coming in. No one can enter illegally. The experience that follows comes from one of these officers, or rather some stories that are counted among them. It seems that, in a way we could say it almost daily or for some seasons, migrants die in their attempt to cross and it is so much their conviction to arrive in that country that even many of these souls do not know that they have already died and they are still walking that they are still trying to reach their destination. My name is Camila Gallego I' d like to tell you about my father' s experience.

47:59 I currently live in Texas. I have both nationalities, so to speak. I' m Mexican from my mother and American from my father. My father is a border police officer, he' s done it for many years, and I' d like to tell you one of those experiences he' s had over those years. You see there are certain things that border police say and also people who live near the border between Mexico and the United States. In addition, it is to say that on a daily basis or for certain seasons immigrants trying to spend, obviously some of them inexperienced, young children families who unfortunately die on the road. My father says it is not uncommon to see crosses or photographs or belongings of some person lying in the desert or worse, even remains of what a person or a human being would be, both children, women, men and also babies have been found. It is inevitable

49:30 and because of this it is that a legend is created Or beyond a legend, it is an event that practically everyone in the border police force sold by day and is the next. My father says that sometimes, when they go in the truck or even in quadrimotos, they see in the distance what could be said shadows, shadows of people walking in the desert, either at night, which is when it passes the most or during the day. Even my father says that when he sees these shadows, obviously he and his colleagues or any cop thinks they' re migrants for obvious reasons, they have to go after them. The rules and their functions have to be tasted. But something curious happens, or rather disturbing, that is, when they get to the place where they are supposed to have seen those migrants walking, no one is found anymore. These migrants disappear and then, when they set out to look for them, either around the area, doing a survey in the area, they realize that there are crosses or belongings of some person near the place.

51:04 These belongings are not new or have dropped someone recently. They are belongings that take a long time and even if they do, because, as I said before, sometimes human remains are found in the sands, in the stones, people who did not endure the road and end up dying in the middle of it. Not a few times has this happened to my father to see in the night the shadows of the souls of the migrants who tried to cross that border. Many of them did not arrive and, apparently, still in another life. They still keep walking. Yet they still persist in reaching their goal.

52:02 Their souls simply do not rest. Many transports have been used to take people from one place to another. There' s a train and that' s where this story happens. While this family was transported in it, they met a strange passenger, who made them live a paranormal experience. His story is as follows. My name is sure Henry. This experience I want to share with you is not mine. They told me about it a long, long time ago, it already came from a migrant, although I knew him only a few weeks ago I managed to recognize that every time he told me it was 100% real His gaze changed, his voice changed and even began to tremble. I' ll start at the beginning. I am originally from Reinosa and, as you know, migrants pass there to cross over to the

53:36 other side, to the United States. Many of them come from other countries, Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, etc. As I say to you many years ago. I was a 13- year- old preteen at the time. When my mother, along with me, meets a family of migrants, I' m going to be honest with them. I don' t remember which country they came from, but their accent makes me something familiar, the Guatemalan. The fact is that we found them and these migrants were hungry, had had a few lousy days and were trying to cross to the United States. My mother, being a very busy lady and especially, touching her heart a lot. Seeing that they were bringing children, she offered to feed them. He gave food to both the couple and the children, and then offered them his yard to camp and to sleep for a couple of hours.

54:51 Our house wasn' t too big, so they fit better in the yard. This family was there for about two weeks and in him those two weeks they told us everything they had to go through from their country to this There was a story, in particular that left me trembling and it is very strong if you think about it well happens when they were on their way to Acá. There is a train, a train that in those years was in operation and even now is still in operation. The beast is nicknamed. This train transports many migrants. In fact, there are photos both on Facebook, YouTube, Google where you can see this. Many families, children, grandparents, men, women travel aboard this train, crossing much of Mexico, more specifically the south and part of the center of the country, because on this trip this person tells me that he lived this experience. Here comes a disturbing fact that perhaps most people do not like to hear, and that is that some migrants, whole families or some young older adults who cannot with the trip that

56:22 they go short, whether it is money food, are left in the way and, being migrants, having no papers, are simply lost. This happened even aboard the beast. This man says it was night when they were being transported by this train. Some people were asleep. Other people were awake and rightly so, the breeze, the noise of the train or the movement of the train with the tracks. Some people can' t sleep with that and even more thinking about the problems they carry, this man thought his whole family was asleep. He was sitting there watching them with the breeze of the air and the moonlight, and in that he was struck by a voice. This voice came from behind him was a warm voice, a low but very friendly voice. When he turned this person, he said he saw a man, a man of some fifty and so years old, lying in the cold iron.

57:46 His body was very thin, although he had clothes on and these clothes covered most of his body. You could see from how loose she was and from her fingers, that this gentleman was in a terrible condition, but this person did not find it strange. Many migrants travel in these conditions, some worse. Even this person was smoking and this man had spoken to him precisely to give him a cigarette, one of those cigarettes he had in his hand.

58:27 Being traveling in these conditions, people become very supportive. They know what the other one' s going through. So this person, without much thought, gives him the cigarette the other man lights up without getting up very barely manages to hold his arm stretching it and even shaking towards this person' s arm. Take the cigarette and start smoking it. This migrant offers him food, he wants to share with him what a small cookie he had, he couldn' t give him much, just a couple of them, because he also had to give food to his family. But this gentleman declined. He didn' t want any cookies, he didn' t want any food.

59:23 He just wanted the cigarette. Between the talk. He told her that the cigarette calmed her desire to eat. Therefore, he preferred to smoke a cigarette rather than eat something and he could be seen in his appearance these two men began to speak the other without getting up, while this migrant was sitting still looking towards his family, towards the tracks and as this train was passing them. They talked about different things, different subjects. They held this conversation for about five minutes, a little bit more or a little less. When that conversation comes to an end, it' s not like they' ve cut it off. It just comes to an end. Both remain silent, but for fractions of seconds, as this person' s daughter gets up and obviously, this migrant pays attention to her, asks her if she can' t sleep or has nightmares, but the girl has none of that. In fact, her daughter tells her she hasn' t been able to sleep all night.

1:00:45 Then his wife gets up and tells him the same thing. They were both lying down, but they couldn' t sleep. They were just lying down and both had risen because they had heard this man speak. His wife asked him what he was talking to and he immediately explained what he was talking to the person behind, who was a good guy and had even shared cigarettes. But her daughter joins the conversation right now and she tells her dad, but you haven' t been talking to anyone. I' ve been watching you. I' m lying down, but I' m seeing you.

1:01:37 The daughter was thirteen years old at the time she was lying down, but she was lying down in the direction of the father. The wife was watching it. On the other hand, she was lying in the opposite direction. They had both heard. To this father speak, but they had not heard who had answered him. The daughter tells Mira Dad I saw you, I saw you and I heard you, but only You I didn' t see anyone else. That man. From there he has not moved and has not uttered a single word. I' m seeing you both. This person, this migrant, begins to argue with them two and the solution that he comes up with and perhaps also logical, was simply to turn around and wake up the other migrant to see, in fact, that he was talking to him.

1:02:40 He was asleep there. This person turns around, moves it a little, but it doesn' t work. He begins to move it stronger and stronger and stronger and stronger and feels like this body, the body of this man is numb, he is petrified, he was totally stiff. This person keeps moving it. Try to wake him up, but he realizes when the minutes pass. He realizes when he starts touching his face, that cold, petrified face. That person wasn' t going to move. This person had died and had not recently been living for a long time because of the conditions in which he was seen. Obviously, this person, as every parent would do, as every husband would, took his family, took his daughter, his children, his wife and walked more wagons forward. They found it a little slow. If I heard them settle down, they left that body, that body of a migrant who had died on that train. To be honest,

1:04:14 they say they couldn' t do anything was still a long way from getting there and wasn' t the only person who would surely lose his life. That night, this person tells me that this gentleman, that subject lost his life because of hunger or maybe something like that. His appearance, as he describes it, was cadaveric and despite the passing of the years, this person says that he will never forget that night when he spoke to a dead man. There have been some transports that have been used for these migrants and, as they do everything, there has been a market for these people.

1:05:08 There are some people who are engaged in transporting them to protect them, of course, with an economic benefit. The work of these people is not cheap and, above all, is not even safe. Some of these people do not care about the lives of the others who travel and have surely seen in some news reports that they are sometimes abandoned on certain roads. It is a questionable job, but on this occasion we have a story that comes from one of these former workers. He doesn' t work on it anymore, but he does want to tell us an experience that happened to him when he took the wrong vehicle. He realized that everything that was said about certain curses, both on roads and in vehicles, are real. Sometimes, migrants who lose their lives in certain places never leave there to torment them as souls who cannot rest in peace. His story is as follows. My name is Jaime Lopez.

1:06:33 I' ll tell you about my father' s experience. A few years ago he dedicated himself to a trade, which here at the border. It' s a defendant, although it' s not legal that we said at the time we were going through a very difficult time. The whole family needed money and my father got a job this way. He was going to be a chicken. A lot of Mexicans will know what that means. For those who do not know, chicken is the name given to the person who is responsible for transporting migrants from one place to another, or from one country to another. My father did not transport people from Mexico to the United States, but if he housed them in a house to which he was special for that and then transported them to another house near the border, once he had left them there. Another person was in charge of passing those migrants to the United States. My father, for obvious reasons, did not work alone and

1:08:04 in that job he met many bad people and also good people, people who like him, were there for needs and other people who were more than clear that he only cared about money and cared little, as migrants came from one place to another in a certain way had rules. They didn' t want them to get too attached to migrants, even if children came. My father is a noble person of heart, if you want to say so, and because of this he had many problems. When there was a problem that the authorities were close to or if the migrants they could find were in danger, he would give up the trip, return, take certain precautions and of course this would delay some trips, but just as my father, who was a very conscious person who was carrying human beings, were families. There are other people who don' t care about that. For them it' s a simple order and those people are merchandise and they don' t care at all

1:09:39 to leave them stranded anywhere safe. You' ve heard very unfortunate news about vans, trucks being abandoned with these people inside and this was the case of a partner of my father. He was the opposite of him. He didn ' t care. In fact, it is believed that he left many migrants half way clear to save themselves. He wanted to make money, he just didn' t care if it was coming or not. He just excused himself.

1:10:20 And so did other people. On one day, my father was given the order to transport these people to one of these houses at the border. My father followed the order of order. Everything was spying on him, he checked the truck they had given him, and he realizes it' s this fellow' s truck named Fabrizio. It was the truck he always used. My father didn' t like the idea, but in that way they had no other way. My father went up to all the people and started with the trip. Everything went well in the course of the journey, but everything changed when he came back for obvious reasons, he came only completely alone the box that had been in the back where he had placed all the people came totally empty. It was a van, so it' s very strange.

1:11:35 When he starts to hear blows coming from that empty box, he listens to them first tenuously and then these same blows sound louder and louder and louder until flatly my father cannot ignore all this noise. You have to see why so much Alboroto, maybe one of the people stayed inside the box doesn' t know, although it' s strange, because he always checks and that night was no exception. He checked the box to be completely empty. It stops in the middle of the road, those dirt roads where there is almost desert on both sides. Obviously, to do this job he used secondary roads.

1:12:33 He didn' t go on roads, not even on roads that were guarded. He gripped gaps, dirt roads, everything that was most discreetly possible. He was just miles down the road from the van. He goes to the box and opens it and if he finds anything, he doesn' t come. Alone. What you find is about four or five children. These kids who came in the box had a very scary, very delusional look. They had their clothes torn, their skin was blue. But the detail that most surprised him, the detail that left him disturbed for that night and for a long time afterwards, is that these children, when turning to see him, drawing his attention with my father' s flashlight, he could see that these children had no eyes, no teeth, no tongue, because these children turned and smiled at him. They had no eyes, they only had basins, and in smiling only my father saw a simplicity and absolute darkness inside his mouth.

1:14:11 My upset father leaves the box open. He didn' t have, he didn' t have the courage and he wasn' t focused enough to close it. He just ran into the truck, turned it on and started the march. He accelerated, accelerated to no more power, while those blows kept ringing and kept ringing behind him. The metal box. For obvious reasons, one can distinguish very well the stroke from the slaps. My father didn ' t stop until he got to this house. He went down completely pale and even he didn' t have to say anything, because his companions just when they saw him, those peasants, those ranchers, asked him what happened.

1:15:01 Something bad happened with the package. You had a problem even getting caught by the police, but nothing like that. My father, simply at that moment, could not articulate any words. He only pointed the box at him over and over again. Obviously, her companions went and saw that she was open, but when they searched her they saw nothing. There was no one inside her. My father, after this, firmly refused to use that truck again. He knew that Fabrizio had done something wrong now pursued him and that he had left so to speak. That damn van, which these kids always live in, was too much of a coincidence for the kids. No one had had a similar expert in any truck had anything like this happened. When the other partner arrived, he simply refused to continue using that truck that was his. When asked, and even my father, when they were alone, I asked him why and what he had seen. He had lived the appearance of those children, but he did not answer him. And even more so when my father asked him that what he had done, that something bad had

1:16:34 been done in that truck, that answer never came to him he never wanted to answer. After this, my father was fired, not for this reason, but for the previous ones already said. He was a person who cared a lot about migrants and that was not convenient. But despite this, my father is more than sure that Fabrizio did something, something totally atrocious and that is why those children keep tormenting that truck. That was my story. Thanks to the whole Community and the haunted crypt for allowing me to share it