NUNCA SUBAS A UN DESCONOCIDO EN ESTA RUTA / MARATON DE RELATOS DE TRAILEROS (NUEVOS Y RECOPILACION)

0:01 Manic crypt. You' ve ever heard of a saying, a certain story or legend from which you can defend yourself to see if I explain them better. There are certain legends in Japan, or even here in Mexico, which always cools like such a spirit. For example, if you see a woman with a horse face, if you' re a man, you don' t have to stop, but I think that' s plenty. There is another saying that when the crybaby cries, that is, you listen to her, if you listen to her far away, it means that she is near and if you listen to her nearby, it means that she is far away, as well as countless other sayings that there are, especially to prevent you from dealing with certain things. This trucker grew up in a similar place where we had or in many sayings and methods to counter them, methods to defend ourselves from certain spirits that sometimes corner us. Even though this walker says he didn' t believe much in this, he says that that night, one of these sayings, one of these remedies, saved that friend Perruno' s life at least momentarily. His story is next hello Alex. My name is

1:33 Jaime Casadres. I' m a trailer boy. Before I begin my history, I would like to send many greetings to the whole Community, from the State of Hidalgo. In this state, especially for people growing up in provinces like I was, we have many beliefs, we have many sayings about witches, naguals, demons even, but not only legends, but also remedies with which you can remove a witch from you, a gual and other evils.

2:17 Who would say that, even though I didn' t believe much in this, one of those sayings was going to result in a fateful day, a day when my best friend might say he lost his life. I was a trailer boy for many years and I wasn' t traveling alone. He was always traveling with a pet. At that time I had a sausage dog those little ones and fat ones by their very appearance, I called it a pig. For the ranchers. They know that pigs are called pigs or at least where I am, so that name is given to them. This dog accompanied me on many trips that I made and one day I was going to Tuxpangutierrez.

3:16 This happened. I was then dealing with an illness to this day, but at that time I had hardly been found out why I had to be in treatment. And even though I had never suffered from this we could say sleep behind the wheel, since I always prepared for everything. Turns out certain pills cause you what we can say relaxation. Obviously, this for a person to take them at night serves him much to fall asleep, but for me, a person who needs to be driving at night, this is very damaging.

4:05 I had tried to cope with this, but that day, that night, I couldn' t. I was falling asleep at the wheel, but what spilled the glass we could say, is that I, at one point, closed my eyes and I feel like I fell asleep at least a few three seconds when I opened them with pure miracle. It was the same moment there was a lap. I almost got off the road, but I managed to keep the balance of the truck, especially the speed that was going.

4:45 Luckily, no accidents or majors happened, but that' s right, the scare was very much in my mind, so I came up with something about the cannon I had been given. Luckily, the company had very sophisticated trucks. They had a bed cabin, as well as television, Internet signal and also a microwave oven and an electric grill. I remembered at that time that I had coffee and everything essential to prepare it, especially very strong, with lots of caffeine to last all night. I had the Chancho truck, as always keeping me company, I used to give him dinner. At that time it was like 2: 00 in the morning. It was raining when I suddenly start to hear that Chancho, who was sitting in the co- pilot ' s seat, starts grunting. This wasn' t particular to Chancho.

5:46 He only grunted sometimes with other animals, but with people. The truth is, I don' t remember. He was a very sociable dog and as he always took me on trips, or almost and always used to seeing different people, so he let himself caress and knew immediately the different people with which he lived. I was very struck by his grunt as an alert. But then, just seconds later, I heard a hit. Then several from the door. Someone was knocking on the door from the outside. I looked for the glass and I got to see a young girl maybe some twelve ten years, but most of that age. No, this door had a detail.

6:35 The damn door didn' t bring down the glass. She was having a breakdown and it was electronic, so to see what that girl wanted, I had to open the door and that was the worst mistake I made right away. Chancho jumped from his place to mine to the pilot, grunting at the same time as if he would like to talk to me saying it was a bad idea, but I didn' t listen to this girl. The first thing you said to me was good night, sir Sorry to bother you, but I' m very hungry. I could give myself a taquito when I looked at her well I could see that she was at least a child of scarce resources. Her clothes were dirty, she was old and very ill- treated. His appearance was also very thin, very skinny, so I thought maybe he hadn' t eaten in days to see. I am a trailer driver and I remember very well certain villages on roads, but it is impossible to memorize them all, so I thought maybe there was some very poor small town there. Maybe the parents didn' t have to feed them and the kids. Sometimes they asked strangers to sound sad, but it wouldn' t be the first time that happened to me. Previously there were also children who saw you eating. They were coming to you just to give them a bite

8:11 of anything. They were kids who didn' t have anything to eat in their house, so I thought it was the same case. I said yes, of course, child, but where are your parents? She told me she' d been looking for them for a while, but she couldn' t find them. While I was preparing something for her, I asked her and you where you live, but she didn' t answer me. He only replied to me again that he was looking for his parents for this dirty, at all times he kept grunting and squealing at the same time. I was trying to control it. I told Chancho already calm down, but he wouldn' t obey me. I was distracted by the oven in the cabin and the girl was standing with the trailer door open. I put the food in the co- pilot' s seat for him to take. I didn ' t want her up, because she might lend herself to some misunderstanding, but as soon as I turn around. I hear that something moves very fast and also hears Chancho squealing, but squealing in a very but very loud way, like when you mash a dog or like when STEs are fighting that way.

9:26 Immediately I looked back, but Chancho is no longer in any trailer seat and the girl had not left the food there immediately under the truck and I began to crawl into the mountain. It was crazy, but that dog was my friend. I' d raised him since I was a kid. People who know about this know that the love that one develops towards those little animals is very great, that you don' t mind running on the mountain at night at that time. I remember one of the sayings in Hidalgo. I ' m from ranch, as I tell you, and always to my forearm and wrist I had a meccate in it, so that I would go round my forearm to the palm of my hand. Usually, this I did at the ranch because, for anything, one occupied in mecate, especially when his father has cattle. But somehow I adopted it as a tic. I needed that mock to go playing with it in my hand while driving or for anything else. But that night, that cate was the answer to everything. I tied it by my waist and started making knots and for every knot I prayed.

10:43 It is said in Hidalgo that in this way you prevent the witch from flying or even running. It' s a way to knock them down. That' s what it says to go lying witches you have to tie a knot to the part also go praying. I' m not sure if this worked, but alex with every knot I made listened to an alarm coming from the mountain. Then he kept on praying and making another knot, and when he finished mowing the knot, he listened to an alarm, but it was coming from another side. It was as if someone wanted to confuse me by making each knot a wing come from different directions, but I was determined to keep praying. It was still knots until it reached the eighth. At that, I suddenly felt something in my leg and it was Chancho Chancho coming to get me, but it felt like I couldn' t walk. I almost loaded it right away and put it in the truck. According to belief, I don' t know if it' s twelve knots or more or less to definitely knock down a witch, but at that time I didn' t care to knock her down. What mattered to me was to pick up my friend, get out of there. Chancho was hurt. He had scratch marks on his belly, on his back, and one of his eyes was like white, not white. He was completely a common target when people have equal

12:18 cataracts. Chancho died in the morning of that day in the truck, just as we were arriving at our destination. Don' t take the coffee. It all got halfway as soon as I got him in the truck. We fled from this experience in which I lost that faithful friend who always accompanied me, I learned to be more cautious and not to open the trailer door to him. Any stranger. Many people do not believe this story, except for my relatives, who saw the pig body make mistakes when we go I break the job. I think we' ve all been spent and the afternoon a job sometimes even when it' s a night shift, a tone of tomorrow.

13:16 We get so caught up in getting on time that we miss a lot of things. The same thing happened to this truck driver. He was obsessed with getting to his job early victim of what he thought had been a mistake. But of course, all this, although it had been a mistake, was not what he thought. Sooner or later he would realize that he was in a place where he should not be found, for this place was haunted at night by a strange spirit, a spirit with malicious intentions and that, for his bad luck, he was not the only one who had met him, a spirit that recently did not count this experience. My name is Roberto Díaz Domínguez. This experience I want to tell you happened in the year nine hundred and ninety- nine. At that time, I was a young man of some twenty- one or twenty- two years old. I was in my hometown and, like every young man of his age, I was looking for jobs anywhere. My family was not particularly wealthy, so I had to go with the ranchers, with the farmers, until finally I was lucky enough

14:48 to get a very well paid job for that year and for the place where I was a torton driver. Tor is like a truck, a dump truck is not as big as a trailer, but we are also called trailers because of the huge truck that brought in the entrance. As in all jobs, it was early at seven in the morning. I had to be present by now at the very least. He' ll be there ten minutes before Monday through Saturday and I, like every kid excited about the job, obviously kept schedule to the letter, but one night something happened that I can' t forget, even today, years later. A lot of things are said in my village. I think, as in most towns in Mexico and Latin America, various legends about witch ghosts, crybaby, etcetera. I did not believe much in this, especially when I was told that in certain places there appeared entities, of course the most popular, as always that it weeps in the rivers, that the goblins or the chaneques in the mountain, in the trees,

16:18 and also had another in the village. There was a river and above this river they had made a stone bridge. This bridge had deteriorated over the years. I used to go through there sometimes with the truck and you could see plainly how earth fell down. The bridge was obviously not designed to withstand so much weight, so it only crossed over that bridge. When needed, the bridge was already worn out. Even some parts had wood, wood of that thick and whenever they mentioned this bridge, it was recommended that you didn ' t have to go through it. Around 3: 00 a m at 4: 00 a m, they said that something appeared on that bridge.

17:12 Some people said it was the devil, other people that it was a malicious entity, as people passing by used to dawn on the river below the bridge and always said the same thing that one thing had sold them from this so much was this, or maybe so much, the stories climbed that in most of the inhabitants simply did not pass through that bridge falling into the night. I had passed through this bridge at night and many times as a child, as a teenager and especially as an adult, and nothing had happened to me because of what I assumed were only stories that were counted between there the most believers or the most gullible of the inhabitants. Little did I know I was going to become one of them. Before going to bed, I put on my alarm clock as usual, but I dropped this one. I stopped him again and did not pay much attention to him, as is one of those alarm clocks before. Your time is set. You' ll just leave the palanquita and leave it. I don' t pay attention to the clock.

18:33 Don' t see if he was okay, oh if he was marching as he usually did. I fell asleep and at that time I remember what cold season? I think we were in the months of November December and on those nights commonly, I would get up about twice in the morning to go to the bathroom and passe. Turns out that night happened again. I got up in the mood and went to see the clock. To my surprise, it was six o' clock. Sure, I' m surprised by this. I put the clock back on and what I' m trying to think maybe when the clock went down, something moved to the alarm clock that no matter what the palanquita might have broken down. I left immediately, enlisted as quickly as possible and left with the truck heading for my job. Once I arrived I was all the way by night. Of course, while I was driving, I was surprised by something. I was used to that at those hours.

19:48 While it is all dark, you can see the population moving some to their work, others going to school, the trucks as well, but nobody saw it was all deserted, but I, in my head, was in this hurry to arrive in time so much that I didn' t see the signs until I got that bridge. When I crossed this bridge, I did it slowly to no longer damage the structure I had. Obviously, the truck was heavy and while I was crossing, I see that in the middle of this is a woman dressed in black. The woman sits on the bridge with her back and in front of her lies a static red ball without moving.

20:52 I go with the truck with the lights and what I hope is that this woman moves off the bridge. Just give me char to cross, but it doesn' t. It doesn' t even give me a chance. That woman sits there, she' s still inert. Obviously, as I explained to you already, I couldn' t stay long away from the bridge and by this moment I had completely stopped the truck above it, so I started to whistle to see if it would move that way. But it didn' t work. The woman was still sitting in the middle of the bridge and, for my bad luck, the bridge was not so narrow. There was no way I could forcibly surround that woman. I had to make him move, so I turned back, took that truck off the bridge and walked all this way to meet that woman who wouldn' t let me continue. I ' m telling you, ma' am, you give me a chance to move in with the truck, but this woman won' t answer me.

22:11 She' s just repeating a single sentence over and over again, which was next, I can' t take my ball. You lend me your arms. He repeated this to me. I don' t know if about three or four times. Every time I spoke, I saw this woman sitting with her arms forward, so I couldn' t see her clearly. I, being a little upset, wanted to move her with my strength. I didn ' t care if she got mad, but I had to move her. And this is where I meditate a little, as the whole situation was very strange, but I, for going in my haste, did not realize this.

23:03 There wasn' t a single person. The sky was completely dark that by this moment was already rare by the time I went on the bridge, the sky was already, although still dark already with those colors, blues, dark blues like when the sun is already rising. At that time it was still dark. Moreover, there were still stars, something that became completely strange to me. As I said I was about that woman and I tried to lift her up and I couldn' t get her out and it wasn' t because she was being force down. We all know how it feels when you want to climb someone and this person doesn' t want to, gets hard, pulls away or gets heavy. You feel that good, this woman didn' t do that genuinely. It was like he couldn' t even move one of his arms. As much as I tried. And I' m a tall, strong person, I was used to hard work, but I couldn' t lift that woman up. I couldn' t even move it a millimeter. And just when I took two steps back. Considering all this, I was already afraid, I was ready to return. When the woman gets up and starts to turn slowly to see me face to face,

24:38 I was wrong. That woman didn' t have her arms forward. I had them leaning only slightly forward, because when I could see them, it was only half ans Both arms were like amputated below the elbow. The woman did not have before her arm or palm the sun what was left of her and she told me the phrase again. I can' t reach my ball. You lend me your arms. A phrase that at that moment made all sense with me without giving much time, I turned around and started running towards the torton. I locked the door, set off to the reverse. Luckily, the truck had left it on with the lights, illuminating the whole bridge and also illuminating it that scary being that was now walking towards me. I don' t know how long I lasted in reverse, but because I knew the road very well, I didn' t crash with pure miracle I came to my house. I was so scared. I woke my parents up with

26:10 all the fuss I had. They got up and said hey, Roberto, what do you have, what do you do up to time I explain to my mother stuttering I was going to my job and I found something. I ran into something. My mother sits me down, asks me, you had a nightmare, what are you doing changed? I' ll explain again. I was on my way to work. I wasn' t asleep, so my dad exclaims how you' re going to go to your job if they ' re just going to be 4: 00 in the morning. At that point I go and pick up the watch and I see it was standing.

26:56 My mother explains to me that the night before, exactly when I was gone, she had changed her batteries to the clock and apparently one didn' t work for her. She was going to change them because, apparently, one was already wearing out, but she got confused and put one that didn' t work. I was going to change it, as I had bought her some new ones, but in the course of the day she completely forgot. So, the clock ran out and I didn' t realize it and it had stayed at the time my mother had put the stack on it. I had changed her at the time I was gone. Six minutes later in the morning, I went back to work. That morning I stayed awake and my father accompanied me to work and that' s how I joined one of the other so many people who said in the village that they were scared on that bridge. Apparently, I was the only person who saw that woman without arms.

28:10 No other person has seen him. Some people say they see a man, some people say they see a woman, some say a girl see a boy. I think each person saw something different, something that will completely terrify him if he has the bad luck of going through that bridge between 3: 00 and 4: 00 in the morning, strange facts or facts maybe one can explain. I think several of us have had that fact happen to us that' s suddenly that you, when you' re thinking about it, don' t have an explanation in your head. A lot of us drive when we' re alone in our house. Sometimes when we talk and we think there' s someone there and then we remember that we' re alone, some people scare them. Others think of a logical solution, such as perhaps the echo or perhaps that shadow that we unconsciously see through the rabid eye.

29:29 Some people simply attribute it to us that some kind of joke is playing in our minds. To put it this way, but what happens when this activity is prolonged. This inexplicable fact only happens once, but not only to you also another person at the same time, then it ceases to be the work of your brain, it ceases to be a mistake, as many will think, and it becomes the possibility that you genuinely lived something paranormal, such as this truck driver, who received a strange call that, although it could be understood that he had dialed a wrong number or that perhaps by chance of destiny, had crossed some signal, when it became known that from the other phone the same thing was heard leaves you much to think, especially of the souls that continue to ask for help hello Alex. My name is Luis Zúñiga.

30:41 I want to tell you an experience that happened to me while I was on a trip. I am a truck driver and on one of those many trips that I thought was going to be, like everyone else, something inexplicable happened, something that I and a friend of mine both live at the same time. I was transporting a somewhat dangerous material, carrying a double trailer, and just when I was short enough to arrive, the weather conditions worsened greatly. If in itself it had to go slow because it was raining in pitchers and at some point the rain began to shrink, not to be as volatile as before, but it began to hail and began to fall ice and some stones were big. I' m telling you because it sounded on the roof of the truck, so I called the agency and told them what was going on, and obviously they reported that maybe it would be a little late.

31:56 They gave me two options. Either way, I was allowed to arrive late because of this. One of them was to stop me a little bit. Another was to continue, but with the minimum speed to avoid an accident. I had already stopped on those roads and I decided to follow this because I had already had a bad episode. I had been assaulted by one of these arrests and I didn' t want to repeat it at all. I didn ' t want to live that experience again. Then in my mind and a plan I was going to call one of the guards. I was carrying cargo to this company very busy, so I had already made friends with the warehouse guards and a lot of staff working there. What I wanted was to call him to explain that he was going to be a little late and that, if I could please stay just a few minutes to let me in, pay that guard who was going to be on the next shift. I didn' t know him at all and obviously there was no favoritism. However, this guard, who was my friend, could do me that favor, he had done it before. We, as trailers, want to enter as quickly as possible, either to load, to leave and go back. The faster the

33:29 job comes out the better, so, in fact, I stretch as I drive, thinking about this, doing calculations, and even with the phone in my hand it was early in the morning and I could only see what my headlights lit up. Of course, by time some vehicles had stopped, but those vehicles had left them behind. Inexplicably, the road was totally lonely. However, despite this, I went my way, but of course, as I go completely alone, I don' t know what the human mind has that maybe you' re more alert or seeing everywhere. I mean I was going with some fright, because I didn' t want them to jump anymore, so I paid attention to the first silhouette I saw. It was someone standing on the side of the road, someone who wasn' t dressed like an assailant, and that was the first thing that caught my attention. She was a woman in a dress, a dress maybe cream color, with black and is that also her hair was black and because of the rain she was running, I saw her and kept keeping my speed, so I went by let' s say in a slow way with her. When I passed her, she stared at me and saw her eyes dripping with tears. It was

35:02 eyes like she was crying. Even though it caught my attention, I knew exactly what I had to do to keep moving forward not to stop. I knew full well that there was no nearby location or any house from where it could come from to that woman, there were no cars, there was nothing. It was a clear sign that it was a very bad idea to slow down or flat stop me. At that moment I began to go through a chill because I knew exactly what I had seen. One of those ghosts of yours that manifests on one side. I had usually seen silhouettes at night or at dawn, on the roads, for example, of mountains, of those routes that are mountainous here in Mexico, which are completely desolate. Those silhouettes are always there. What you should do is not pay much attention to them and even though I was shaking in fear, as I spent a few minutes and keeping my speed trying not to panic, I called my friend, but here comes something more frightening. Alex, why do I have my friend checked in? It' s not a number I type. I checked his name.

36:37 It was him, at the time of marking him who answered me. It was a woman, a woman who was crying desperate, asking me again and again where Ramiro was? Where was Ramiro? Alex named you Ramiro because, to be honest, I don' t remember that this name asked me, but I know it started with err The situation was very frightening. It was like that woman was in agony. I spent a few minutes there and this woman crying begging me again and again to tell her where Ramiro was, that I needed him to, please, tell her to come for her that where Ramiro was, if in itself he was already scared with what he had seen hear. Those regrets were too much for me. I hung up the phone and dialed again. Three times I did it and all three times this woman answered me that asked me again and again where I was ramiro that, please, I told her to go for her. I went into crisis and decided to vote on the phone. Last time I didn' t even hang up, I just threw it on the floor of the copilot' s seat.

38:07 I remained focused on the road and perhaps had increased speed, as for this part it was no longer hailing or raining, but that is, the road was very wet. Somehow I managed to get there before my friend left something strange, as they had spent 20 minutes of their time of departure. I arrived and the first thing he asked me was you marked me. I replied that yes and stammering fear only when he asked me that made me remind myself of that girl' s regrets, of that desperate woman but right away.

38:50 I' m looking at how he knows I marked him if a woman answered me, he didn' t answer me. I checked the phone several times and, in effect, I was dialing him. There was his registered name. The first thing my friend says to me is that every time he answered from the other side of the horn, a woman was crying asking for a ramiro to tell her to go find him, that she was desperate. Every time I dialed him, which was three times the three times he answered, he listened to this woman he didn' t listen to me. He also had a conversation with her. I wanted to make her understand that I explained more, just like I did or rather what I tried to do, but neither of us managed to know who that woman was, something extremely strange that happened to us and that so far has no explanation. At least what I think is that the woman I saw next to the road has something to do with this. Maybe it was the same one that interfered with our call for help, maybe a help that when I was alive this story never came.

40:22 It is sent to us by a truck driver who says that in all his life, dedicating his life to this job, on no occasion as much as he was driving at night, no matter how bad the weather or the routes were or even going through haunted roads or believed to be haunted. He had gone through all that and, despite this, says that nothing had prepared him for this experience. And after living it, he took his precautions for his next course, adopted certain rules that followed the letter every time he went out on the road. This walker tells us his story that sometimes, even if you' re driving the quietest, sometimes there are things on the road, especially those distant roads, that can follow you. You can feel this aura. You can even feel someone watching you from inside your vehicle. And that is why it is said among truckers and transporters that certain prayers must be

41:52 said. Or entrust yourself to the Holy One of your choice, whatever religion you have, so that at least these will protect you and that nothing on the road will go up to you, as happened to this trucker, whatever has gone up the road took him with him to his sister' s house. My name is Rodolfo Cobos. This experience I want to tell you happened when I was working as a trailer driver. I am already a pensioner, but for many years and even before I was a truck driver, I was already on every road in the country. I' ve always liked the job of a transporter. I had the custom that when I was near my sister ' s house I went to visit my nephews, to her, to my brother- in- law they were more than happy. When I went, my nephew, the youngest of all, had the habit that whenever I arrived, he would get on the truck immediately at that age. This is very amazing to see a vehicle so large and parked in his garage, He would

43:24 be a few nine or eight years old. He climbed up, pretended to drive, went to the cabin, transculcated everything practically as time passed, I left him alone Every time I went to my sister' s house, I left the truck open and he could get in and be there even like an hour or two hours, practically until we forced him down. But there was an occasion when something happened to him or rather he saw, something that caused him to distance himself definitively from this truck and from anyone else, at least for a few years. Pass it turns out that I had a trip and during that trip I had a very strange feeling. It was a strange feeling that gradually driving was getting worse. At first, I felt weird, I felt uncomfortable and through more minutes, these sensations were climbing. Obviously, as you might think, I was bringing the cabin and the seats completely dark.

44:39 It was night. Only my gaze was fixed toward the path, but I began to feel a presence, a rare presence. I turned several times to the co- pilot' s seat. I felt like someone was sitting next to me. I felt that stare staring at me, and even on two occasions, in a few laps, I got off the road or a couple of tires came off and that was loaded like the truck didn' t obey me. I remember even the brakes failed on a lap. I was very worried about this. This never happened to me before. I had always maintained control in all those courses. This thing that was happening to me was totally alien to me, and frankly I don' t know how I completed the journey. But that strange feeling, that bad vibe, it didn' t get away from me. I went with my sister. She' ll know about sweeping, about taking out some heavy ones and all that I felt very susceptible. At that moment. I got to my sister' s house, parked the truck as usual. What surprised me at first was that my nephew

46:12 didn' t run away, as he was the first one to go out and tell everyone that he had already arrived and immediately got on the truck and there he stayed while I was getting off, but my nephew didn' t get out. I went into the house and in that I realize that my nephew has visitors, he has more friends. He greets me and asks my permission that if all his fellows can get on the truck, I say yes, that there is no problem. But before that, my sister sends him and all her little friends to pick up all the toys in the backyard.

46:53 They' ve been playing there. They had to pick them all up and only in that way could they get into the truck afterwards. They left and I stayed talking to my sister. After explaining everything she was bringing, she started sweeping me with kills with different lotions and after spending a few minutes, I see that through the window of the house pass the silhouettes of the children. My sister has a hallway that links the back yard to the cut across the street. That' s where I started seeing the kids running all over and in a matter of seconds, I heard how the trailer door started opening both doors. What I thought, obviously, was that the kids were already playing inside the trailer. I kept talking to my sister. It must have been like four or five minutes tops. When a child comes in with a ball, ask my sister for permission to drink water. But when you see me, you' re pretty surprised. Throw the ball down. Even the amazed child sees me and tells me sir how I can get here so fast.

48:14 I saw him just a few seconds into the truck. I' m totally confused, how did you see me? I' ll reply if I ' ve been here the whole time. He tells me again no, sir you were with us in the truck. I saw him and so did everyone. My sister, even more confused, tells the child how you saw him. And at that point we both stopped and went immediately to the truck. I thought maybe someone had gone in and when I open the door, I see the other kids. They come down with sad faces, but seeing me all almost at the same time, their eyes open like plates and my nephew tells me uncle, how you were inside we just saw you up there from the truck. I' m confused, I don' t know what' s going on. I go and open the doors, but I can' t find anyone. The whole cabin is submerged in total darkness in Darkness.

49:28 There' s no one in there. My very frightened nephew and the rest of the kids also tell me they assure me and swear to me that they had seen me sitting in the co- pilot' s seat. When I and my sister sat them in the living room, we asked them exactly what they had seen. They weren' t lying. They all said the same thing. They gave us the explanation that they had opened the door and and they were getting on the truck. When they suddenly saw that I was sitting in the pilot' s seat taking the steering wheel with both hands. My nephew climbed up first and tried to talk to me according to him, but he says that I did not answer him I kept quiet without saying a single word, without making a single noise. My nephew says he tried to turn on the lights inside. There are some lights that are enough to press them to light them up, but for some strange reason, these lights were no more than pressured and different. No lights. They say they could only see my silhouette, but they couldn' t see features. It was night and inside the cabin it was all dark. They assumed it was me, as

51:01 at least the body or proportions resembled me. Everyone had said they tried to talk to me, but I never answered anything. I just stared at them without uttering a single word. At that time, the children thought I was angry, so they chose to get out of the truck. In fact, the ball boy was the first to get off, as my attitude, as he put it, was very frightening. I just stared at them without saying anything. It was at that moment that he entered the house and saw me all were already getting down because of this. When you see all of a sudden I' m leaving the house. This was enough for the children to go home. They were very frightened and my nephew didn' t even say, it had to take years for him to get back into a truck, alone, since he didn' t want to do it again without someone else ' s company. On the other hand, I and my sister came to the conclusion that what was in the truck was probably something that had gone up in the course of the trip surely something, a spirit, a soul in

52:32 sorrow, had accompanied me all the way and it was this same thing that I felt while driving. It was because of this that I felt very uncomfortable. I felt a look, I felt a presence. Indeed, it was because that was accompanying me for a long time. I did not believe in the legends and stories that were told among the trailers, several of them saying that these were their own experiences. One advice they gave me was that the co- pilot' s seat while I was driving, I had to occupy it with something, whatever, but to take care of it if I didn ' t leave that seat free, for something could sit on it, anything that found me on the road and could keep me company or even worse, if this spirit is something evil. It is said that they can even intentionally cause accidents From that day until I retired, I tried to always keep something there, whether it' s lunch boxes, rags, bags, anything to

54:07 always avoid this kind of passengers. Truckers have many interesting stories to tell on those lonely roads, on those busy roads. Many of them claim to see shadows or people always walking along that nearby there is a tomb. Maybe people who lose their lives on the road don' t leave at all. It will be that they stay there eternally, either for some cases to cause accidents, because of those facts There are many anecdotes, spirits that cause accidents, or their counterpart are spirits that avoid accessents, those spirits that stay not to cause evil, but to prevent their misfortune from repeating itself to someone else.

55:10 Okay. This happened to a truck driver. His story is as follows. My name is Ramiro Valenciaga. I work at a staff headquarters and my work, as well as that of my colleagues, is very varied. Sometimes we have to be at the plant, other times unload the truck, other times go for merchandise, clean, accommodate, etcetera, etcetera. Being a general employee sometimes because I' m already someone older than my colleagues, I' m the one most in charge of merchandise, since the truck they use is something old. It' s still powerful, but it has some flaws.

55:58 The truck is something big and and all the merchandise we have to carry has to be ready for the morning or the next day, so when we go for large shipments, it has to go in the night or in the morning before opening regularly. I always went at night so I wouldn' t be so pressured. That night I was already coming back and on a certain curve that is far away, I was on the road. The course on this road was about an hour and a half or an hour, depending on how much ivas speed. And on a certain curve something catches my attention. Is it a girl, a girl who finds herself pulling her arms from one side to the other like wanting to draw attention desperately to them? Stealing them?

56:51 Although this girl was not standing in front of the road, if anything was near it, she was on it practically by a shore. If I' d kept going at the same speed, maybe I' d have taken it. Luckily, I saw her in the distance I could slow down quickly. I passed it by, managed to dodge it, and once I stopped I started what I could the truck I got off immediately I left it on with all the lights on and I started looking for that girl more than anything because of the fear of perhaps having pinked her with the truck. She didn' t take her place and I did what I could to get her back.

57:32 But as much as I looked for her, I couldn' t find her. I looked around looking for each other, while all the cars kept going behind my back, but I couldn' t find the girl. I kept walking, I kept walking and it was at that point that I had an idea, a silly idea, we could say it, and instead of looking back, I decided to walk towards the truck and walk a few meters ahead. And it was then that I saw a cross, a white cross with roses, with stuffed animals. The cross was freshly painted and I remembered every time I had passed, I had never found it with a Basically this cross was recent, by the state in which the stuffed animals were found, by the state in which the flowers were found. He also noted that this cross had been placed no more than two days ago in the inscription of this one could see the name of a woman or a girl. Rather, since it brought down the number of years this woman had had. On account, this girl had lived only seven years and died just four days ago. The cross was a way of commemorating where he had lost his life. I got back in the truck and went my way. I slowly realized that I wasn' t the only one who had experienced this. Other colleagues at the Abastos headquarters,

59:06 comrades who, like me, went by cargo, said that they saw a girl and that this appearance was recent. Then we stopped seeing her. But to all this alex we noticed that there was a similarity, a coincidence. We could say that, and that is that when we were going at a non- high speed, but we could say if, in excess, for example, a few eighty kilometers on that turn that, according to what we have to go to forty, that girl appeared as trying to alert us, like trying to dissuade us from slowing down or being careful. Some comrades interpreted it as saying that this child told us to slow down so that an accident did not occur to us, as the return was a dangerous thing.

1:00:00 Others said it was not to cause an accident, since later near the cross or a couple of meters ahead it gave a dirt entrance to some houses that were of scarce resources and there passed people, children, men, women and also grandmothers. Perhaps this girl lost her life there and now her appearance is more than anything to avoid accidents, for in one way or another she knows that merely appearing, making signs causes motorists who go to speed to flatten down speed and thus avoid an accident, an accident that, I am sure she lived, because, although we do not know this with property, if we sense that the girl died there because of a driver who was going very fast and unfortunately, could not dodge it. As I said in the previous account, there are some truckers who follow certain rules, There are certain sayings and this account that follows this cameraman tells us that, just as we must entrust ourselves to different deities so that they may somehow bless our way and arrive well at our home or our destiny. We also have to avoid, at all

1:01:30 costs, when we drive on these roads, disrespect, even if it had not been our intention, the spirits who grieve for her. Numerous cases have been seen that at crosses where people lose their lives, they do not go away. These stay there, so it is recommended to be careful to disturb them. Hi Alex My name is Cobos Shelter. This experience comes from a friend of mine, whom we will only call Joseph. It' s a personal story of him. I haven' t talked to him, so I don' t have his permission to tell this story. We will not only refer to him as Joseph, but before we tell of his experience. I would like to tell you and your entire community that there are certain sayings for us, the truckers and for all the people who often travel along long roads and even on somewhat urbanized roads. And here' s one that comes very close to this story. It happens that it is said and it is more a advice than nothing, that if you see a cross on the side of

1:03:02 the road, that is to say that a person months or years ago lost his life, there you have to persuade yourself or at least, ignore it, as I do and as many other companions do. What is completely discouraged is to mock this one, not to mock per se, but to release sarcastic comments. Some truck drivers are accompanied, so it' s very common to say look at how he didn' t get a good look and see how it ended. Or comments like that are never recommended that you say them, because some crosses, some souls by the way they lost their lives.

1:03:50 Some say that they never leave this world, that they continue to regret walking down that stretch of the road and, obviously, this kind of souls that bring within them more pain than anything, they will not like your comments and may scare you. Obviously, this isn' t done by any trailer driver. But another thing that is strongly discouraged is that you stop already approaching or in front of this type of crosses, even if you do nothing. These souls may pay you a visit because, at the end of the day, you are in their place and, therefore, maybe they can go up to the trailer once already telling them this now, if I am going to tell them my friend' s experience, he was going to city Victoria, Tamaulipas.

1:04:50 It wasn' t loaded. He was in his spare time, just like I was, but at that time he was pretending to a girl who lived in that city and was going to take advantage of these days to go and see her on the way. Once he was near Victoria City, I dialed him for video call. I had to solve with him some problems that we had at work and we also planned a couple of other things, we were very good friends at that time like meat and nail. When he answered the video call for obvious reasons, he started the truck, lit a light and started talking to me in the talk we were talking about different topics.

1:05:42 When in that I realize that while I am communicating with him, I see a person looking out from behind, he is sitting in his seat in the cabin. I saw only one person in it, the face and hair of it was a girl, a girl with white test, brown hair. His eyes were unusually crystalline. If I had to color them, I' d say they were green, but very transparent. She was laughing, she was just smiling in front of the House. It has to be said that, at this point I knew that my friend had a girlfriend in that city, but I didn' t know her, so seeing this lady behind him, I thought it was this girl, so I didn' t pay attention to her and kept talking to him, while this woman was on the lookout for all the conversation we had. When we finally settled all the issues, I told him on the phone listen and how you' re doing in victory.

1:07:03 Why don' t you introduce me to your girlfriend. I see she' s walking and you' re getting her into the trailer. After saying this, my friend remained silent and gave me strange eyes. He told me to come to victory. I' m not here yet. I' m barely on my way. I' m still about 15 minutes away. Then who ' s the girl you bring in the trailer? She' s a friend. My friend was remarkably confused. He told me, but what are you talking about? I come alone I have not come to victory and I have not gone up to anyone for this point. I was no longer seeing the woman behind at one point in the conversation. I remember very well that this one had retreated little by little until it was lost in the darkness of the cabin. I replied yes, I saw a girl you were with a girl right now I saw it clearly is after you. My friend started turning on all the lights, absolutely everything, and even with the phone itself he started showing me the whole cabin and, in fact, there was no one.

1:08:24 I couldn' t believe it. I told him over and over and over again that I had seen a woman there with him. While we are friends, we have never been so heavy as to make us that kind of jokes, so my friend at that moment looked out the window of the truck and passed it turns out that he told me that he had parked himself right in front of a cross at that moment that chest flashlight. I saw this clearly and he says that by pointing it the cross read a woman' s name. He doesn' t remember the name very well. Just remember that he started with Emme doesn' t know if it' s Mariana Marta, but that he started with me Obviously, he didn' t pay much attention to her, as he started giving her a chill, an absolute fear. He hung up on me. He said," Right now, you Marco, he didn' t even give me time to say goodbye" He says that once the call ended, he tore off the trailer and went at full speed to Victoria City. Once there, already at his girlfriend' s house, he resumed the video call. At that time he introduced me to his Bride and it was more than clear that that girl was the opposite of what I had seen. The girl was a curly- haired brunette. Nothing to do

1:09:56 with the woman who had seen minutes before s s s s u s of talking a little, joking and finally staying alone. He told me he made the mistake. But beyond error, it was an oversight of stopping in front of a cross. At the time, we both knew what had happened. We had very much in mind that the legend that was said, because both, at that time we were trailers. All we said was that, hopefully, that spirit didn' t take him. I wish, I wasn' t accompanying him, because I had known cases that even had to spill holy water into the cabin truck to expel that kind of spirit. Luckily, this didn' t happen. My friend continued normal in his trailer, but that was much more prris than where he was parked. Accidents happen day by day sadly. Accidents occur every day around the world, especially on roads, whether they are crowded or not. So much, many of us have heard different

1:11:30 news and, of course, many of us may not even have been close, fortunately, to one of these accidents. A large number of people, especially those who carry a vehicle when they see that they are responsible for the human loss of another person, decide to escape, to escape. How many cases we don' t know. Of this it happens that this next relaxation is similar to these circumstances, a gunboat that either for bad luck or because fate already had it premeditated, was responsible for a sad accident and this same accident was chasing him all over the road, or at least it is what is said in this account, which comes from the words of two brothers.

1:12:31 Hi, Alex I' m gonna send you my story, but I' d like it to be anonymous. You see, about a year and a half ago, me and my brother were going for a ride on the motorcycle. Each of us had his motorcycle, but at the time my brother had hit him and, therefore, we had both gone out together in one. We had no apparent reason to leave. We just liked to go driving to give him the role. Like who says and always came to some houses that were close to the hill. I live in a village. Those houses were very humble, sheet roof, made of wood, some of cardboard. They were from people who were barely making their belongings. They had bought land, most of them very humble families, but also very kind and cared for each other. They were people who came from the same town I came from.

1:13:41 We were on that road accelerating the motorcycle for a while. It was already night. For those who wonder why we went out at night, it was simply because during the day there was too much traffic, and not traffic like that of a city, but that there were vans, wagons, horses, even that they went down the road and obviously, we had to dodge them during the night. The road was mostly kept totally clear, and that' s what we liked. It wasn' t too late either. It was about nine o' clock at night, when at that time on our way, we saw a truck in the distance stopped with all the lights on, we thought it was just another truck driver that had been shored, but not this truck was in its lane, it had not been sidelined at all.

1:14:41 It was with all the light on, obstructing the passage. What struck us strongly is that by the lights of this still lit one could see the silhouette of someone standing in front of the truck. He was a little person, so to speak, and when we were getting closer, we began to see the real way of this person. She was a girl in a blue dress and with a very long horse. He was turning his back on us. He was standing watching the truck from the front. We passed and could only see on the back. This caught our attention a lot. What we thought first is that our survival was activated immediately. We thought it might be a procedure for assaulting people, but we quickly realized that this could not be possible.

1:15:39 While there was crime in the village, it was not that type of people who stormed the road, they did not have the resources or even how they were going to hire a truck and how they were going to put a girl in those conditions. After thinking about it, a little bit and slowing down more than anything because there was a girl and stopped. We turned around and came back with that truck. This seal was arrested, but the girl was no longer in front of him. I stopped a few meters away with the motorcycle still on. My brother got off. He walked just about three steps screaming for the girl saying where you are, where you are. These wounds need help. When on that from inside the truck comes the truck driver, a somewhat robust man. He was kind of hiding, as he came out of nowhere. He was down. Open the door immediately and ask us for help. It leaves the truck running, so we immediately adapt defensive position.

1:16:49 But as this man ran, we noticed that he didn' t come with violence He was totally freaked out. He asked us for help. He told us something was chasing him from miles back. We asked him what had happened, and he, doubting himself, told us that he would tell us the truth, but that we would please believe him that he had not taken, had not smoked, had not consumed anything and to the tests he referred and that, of course, he was not at all crazy. He told us that a girl in a blue dress had been chasing him for miles and miles. He explains that this girl ran out from the side of the road at a short distance and he couldn' t stop him. What he did was he dodged her over to the other lane to avoid going over her.

1:17:55 He thought he had made it, but his fear increased with him when this girl, again, minutes later, on the road he was going through, came out again from the shore running in front of the truck' s new account. The trailer or tell us that again had to dodge the girl, but it was the same. He could not explain how a child without further help could go ahead and go out in front of him. He was already thinking the worst thing was chasing him, but minutes later the same thing happened to him. And this is nothing else, but to rectify that, in fact, that girl appears to her and always gets in the middle of the way so that this truck driver passes over her. Obviously, the trucker again dodges it and he says that every time this girl showed up out of nowhere she managed to dodge it. But there was an occasion. He stood in front of the road and looked at him as he approached and was approaching and he was approaching and just as he was near that girl, the truck stopped.

1:19:15 He didn' t want to answer it, he didn' t want to start. They just turned on the lights. The truck driver could not do much more, but hide and ask God, ask luck, all the saints, someone to pass by, someone to help him to be frank. We immediately believed the story because we had seen that girl, that girl in a blue dress, and we had seen her in front of the truck, watching him, we wanted to help her. We told him that we could take him on the motorcycle, or better, since we were three people and we couldn' t be able to accompany him in the course of here to the village. He agreed to this and we went almost to the pair Surprisingly, the truck responded, this truck driver thanked us and even gave us some money. But this story doesn' t end here. Although this happened and even because of the same fear of meeting this girl, we no longer went on the road, we no longer reached that village, even those humble little houses we always went to. Inevitably we ended up going one day I remember that it had been exactly two months since the truck driver happened We went to

1:20:47 these houses because my father needed horses and there were chicks in that place that they were selling. When we went to those houses talking a little bit, since they were people we knew, we didn' t know something that left us with the icy skin. Most of the houses were in mourning. The kids didn' t go out to play like they always did. Now, the parents were holding them with one hand and always watching them after asking what had happened, especially because there were black bows in some houses. The people there told us that an accident had occurred a long time ago. A girl was playing and as she ran for the thrill of not looking, she had gone out on the road running and had not noticed that a truck was passing.

1:21:44 At the same time, the truck made a maneuver. He tried to avoid the girl and there are many witnesses to this, but he did not succeed. The distance was very short. Despite this, the truck continued its course. It didn' t stop. It was just dark, so it was hard to chase him. Some people tried, but they' re people who only have horses. Obviously, a truck at full speed is hard to reach and it was because of this that the people of the village were very defensive. When they heard trucks passing the road, I and my brother asked them how long ago this had happened. They told us exactly two months ago.

1:22:34 I don' t know if that truck driver was telling us the truth or maybe he was in violation. Perhaps that girl was still appearing on the road because of the remorse that she had not stopped. I hope you liked those Carthamaniac stories. If you want to share me with one do not hesitate to send it to me, either to my facebook or to my instagram by private message, without more police. I bid you good night and some scary nightmares.