UNA HORA DE RELATOS ATERRADORES DE TAXISTAS / PASAJEROS ATERRADORES EN LA CARRETERA / L.C.E.

0:14 Hey, maniac crypt. The following stories come from these night workers. And why do I tell them night workers, because I know well there are taxi drivers both day and night. These taxi drivers particularly like to work at night Oh, wow. It is not because they like it, but because we know many that at night tickets can be charged a little better, because due to the distance and the schedule, many are only good for working during this schedule. That' s how they' re cleared for the rest of the day. Interestingly, these people who work on this night schedule on the roads lifting people to their different destinations, have some interesting stories to tell, like this taxi driver, who says that simply for a mistake or perhaps an oversight, as we walked on a road that was, we could tell him that it was a road, rather a dirt road in quite bad condition. He had a breakdown, a breakdown that cost him badly expensive so it seemed that

1:49 on that road he was not the only one who was there something else, something we could say of a paranormal or demonic nature was observing him by pure miracle. This taxi driver managed to survive this and I heard this terrifying story tell us hello. Good night, my name is Luis Carvajal. The experience I want to share with you and the entire family of the haunted crypt is an experience of my father who already rests in peace this story is very rare.

2:32 In fact, it' s the only paranormal story that ever happened to my father and it' s a story that, as strange as it is, has no explanation. Maybe it was bad luck that my father ran into these beings or these things. Well alex the story begins like this. My father used to be a taxi driver and before, many years ago, cities are not what they are now. Many families were barely building their houses, building buildings, urbanizing certain colonies, so many roads were still paved and many roads were surrounded by mountains, trees and other animal things. My father worked clearly in the most urbanized area, but the workers who were there obviously lived in those barely urbanized localities. Many of these people lived in wooden or quartitos already of material, but that it was seen that the largest of Sons were in black work, that is, still needed to be revoked, they still

4:05 lacked that they had roof, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. My father had become accustomed to taking some families out on weekends late at night, back to their homes, either for birthdays, for meetings, simply for parties, especially at the end of the year. My father took certain families home because of the one- two in the morning, especially if they were young marriages that had no children. And this same thing happened to him, he took a marriage back home and when he came back on those rocky roads and in very bad condition, he made the terrible decision. Instead of going down a road that was already paved, he thought it was a better option and this to save a few minutes of travel opting for a dirt road that there were stones, holes, a rough road. My father said that even if he were at a minimum speed, he' d save himself a few good minutes.

5:27 In exchange for going through the paimetada, I have gone to get faster to the central area. At least in that time. He made the decision to go over there and down the road. Unfortunately, his tire punctured something, his tire quickly dropped and he had to change it, stopped the car in the middle of the way. This did not give him any thought, since he knew that along that road, moreover, at those hours, since cars did not pass, all he did was keep the lights flashing, the lights from the front like the rear lights flashing this so that his car would come from the distance, since obviously he did not take it away, he did not crash from the front with him or from the back. The road was not very busy, but it had no light either, so all that supported it was the moonlight. And this to say something, since there were trees on both sides and they covered certain parts of the road. It was for this very reason that he did not see that hole and that stone where he punctured his tire. My father stopped under the cat, under the other tire and began to remove the tire that was already undone. He remembers that there was no one around him. It was almost three o' clock in the

7:00 morning cold, as he could try to put the other tire and just when he picked it up to fix it in the car. Notice there' s someone watching him in front of the car in the middle of the road. There' s someone standing there in the middle of the road, someone who ' s just standing there like a few feet. You can see the silhouette. He' s standing under the shade of a tree. Obviously, you can' t see features, there' s no lighting, but you can clearly see that there' s someone, someone who' s dressed. According to my father' s words, perhaps in a very elegant suit, you can see the silhouette. My father is struck by this and although for a moment in his mind he thought to speak to this person, perhaps to make the situation so tense, he decided to ignore it. The next thought that came through him is that maybe they wanted to mug him, so he went for a nail bar and put it on top of the chest. In case this man approached, he was not going to hesitate to use it, even though he kept a look at that man and he is more than sure that

8:35 that man had already seen him that they both kept looking for about four or five minutes. This man didn' t immutate, he didn' t walk, he didn' t utter a word, he just stood there watching him. My father did not want to pay more attention to this and once he had the nail bar, he bowed to the sole the tire again removed the look of that man and just as he was putting it and assembling it, he heard how a few steps are fast approaching him. My father turns and sees that the man is still standing, he is still there aesthetically below the shadow of a tree and even though he might have gone unnoticed, he would have believed that the man was in the same position as always, something had changed and it is that now the man was closer than before. He' d moved. My father notes this, so more quickly he tries to put the tire, he begins to place the threads on the bolts and just at this moment that he is distracted, he keeps listening to steps, steps that

10:07 are approaching. My father turns again and this man equally covered by the shadow of a tree, but now even closer to him, just as standing in the middle of the street. My father can' t explain why he was afraid at the time. It was just one and he had the nail bar. Perfectly he could take care of him, but he says that the man conveyed something to him, conveyed to him a certain uncertainty, a certain aura of chill. My father made a decision, a decision that you can call logical for the situation he was going through, and that is that he was putting the tire but without taking his eyes off that man. They know how hard it was to try to make it hard to screw everything together without taking your look out of front. But at the end of the day, and even though it took a long time, that strange man did it only advanced when my father was not paying attention to him and it is for this reason that he was more afraid of him. Without thinking about it, he opened the door to his cab, broke into it, tore the car off,

11:41 and for an unexplained reason, he says, the lights in the car didn ' t light up. The car had never failed him. It was the first night and the only time even alex that that car made. That' s what he tried several times, but the lights didn' t turn on my father, he didn' t care about this. As long as the car started flat- up, he managed to dodge this man who still stood in the shadow of the tree, watching him passing by, but could not see him. I knew he was wearing a suit, but my father couldn ' t have his face. Upon seeing that this man was left behind, he sighed of relief. Finally. The nightmare was over, but this quietness lasted very little, because maybe two or three minutes later he ran into it again in front of him on the way in the middle was standing again.

12:52 That man had not been able to see him because of the darkness, but it was the same silhouette that had come to a point ahead of him before him something practically impossible. My father at this time was driving very fast to the point of being reckless and that man had simply gained him back to dodge it she with a fear that he said he could not maneuver the steering wheel well because he was shaking. The nightmare repeats itself and sees this man again ahead and out of the way as waiting for him minutes later. It is at this moment that, perhaps because of despair, my father begins to play the claxson and begins to turn the lights and miraculously, lights up in front of this man and my father says that he saw the following a man in suit or at least the appearance of a man because the face was completely nonexistent.

14:11 He only had one mouth for one face, a huge mouth, huge with fangs. He had no hair, no eyebrows, no eyes, nothing, just mouth. My father of terror screams and my father is one of those people who, when terrified, tries to defend himself and even out of fear. He speeds up the car without thinking about it and finds this man straight ahead. He feels like he hits the car' s defense, like they stick to the chest, stick the windshield and roll up the body above the taxi and fall off the other side, leaving it behind between the dirt and all the dust that the taxi was lifting. My father came home very scared that night. The taxi' s defense was seen to have suffered a huge blow, as well as the chest and the top of the car.

15:16 But the funny thing is, there was no blood, only the blow. My father arrived in such a way that we couldn' t talk to him that night. I was stuttering, shaking with my eyes wide open. It ' s a scene I remember today and it gives me the creeps. Even though he was many years ago my father. Still in his last days. Every time we asked him about this experience, he told us the same thing and always held that it was completely real. From that moment until he left the taxi driver, he stopped walking on those far and hidden roads. Cryptamañaco is the next story. They may become familiar, and it is by chance that many people have had encounters with terrifying children beyond black- eyed children.

16:30 Children, when they come forward, we could say on a paranormal subject, always attract a lot of attention, more than anything, because you have the belief that they are not really children. A little more research is being done on this. They will realize that children, having their soul, we could say a little bit purer, do not stay in this kidney plane, as they have no earrings. So that just leaves us something else. A frightening question, we might say, is that some entities take the figure of children and pretend to be them for what purpose they cannot imagine anything other than marrying and getting their victims because of this form they take this innocent form, just as it happened to this taxi driver. Your story is next hello and good night to you all. Alex would like my name to remain completely anonymous.

17:45 This, you wanted, I want to talk about is something that really happened to me and even though many people don' t believe me, I just lived it or apparently, only I could see them. I know these beings exist and I know that in the most unexpected moments they appear. Some years ago already out there, from the year two thousand ten to two thousand eleven. I was a cab driver. Back then I had a friend who was a manager at a self- service store. It was a fast food store.

18:25 They gave self- service and also the customers came in and ate. It is a very popular chain around the world and is dedicated precisely to hamburgers. My friend, as a manager, there he had the command of many people, most of them young, from some eighteen to twenty- three, twenty- four years old. These chains, usually, even though they close at 9: 30 p m, the workers are staying there everyone with their slope until 2: 00 p m, approximately because the transport in the city in which I find myself stops passing very early. These very young people have problems getting home, so my friend contacted me with these people so that I could get them clear to those who applied for the service. So I had the habit of arriving at about eleven o' clock at night and having myself at a bus stop that was exactly opposite, but on the other side of the road to this shop, when I saw that there was still light, I saw that the boys were still cleaning the tables, taking out the trash, cutting the box, I knew that they were still going to take some half an hour, especially if it is weekend, as happened on that occasion.

19:55 So I paid for the car or ran my phone and started playing a game of nothing from the other world, that of the snake and while I was immersed in my thoughts, listening to music and playing all of a sudden. They touched my window. I was surprised to turn immediately and saw that he was a child, a child in a strange dress. I would say that it was the clothes of the children of the past, as they dressed the children perhaps in the forties, in the fifties, a dress of past years, but very past, with their little pieces, with their sack, with that outfit, let' s say a little Victorian. This kid doesn ' t know his age very well, but maybe he' d be no older than eight years. He touched my window repeatedly and even though I was a child, there was something that seemed very strange to me beyond his clothes, and it is that his eyes were like crystalline, like white, his iris the pupil, they were as if they had lost the color almost completely merged with the color of the whole eye. They were almost white eyes completely pale. Even if he was rude. Alex, I answered this kid with the window up. I told him very strongly what happened, what the child

21:30 offers you in a very attentive way. He told me that he needed to be taken home and that, if necessary, that he could pay me, that his parents were looking to see him it was eleven twenty at night by this time a child only eight years old being on an avenue that by that time was very little attended. This was very strange. I asked him he ' s alone and he said no, there was more with him. Earlier than later, Alex, my taxi was surrounded by these children, children who looked like a decal to each other, except for some slight differences in their face, but the dress was almost the same. The features on the face were almost exactly the same. Except for some small differences, these kids surrounded the cab while the one next to it asked me over and over again you can take us. We need to get home by accounting and considering that the car I was driving at the time was an attos, a car that' s not very big. Maybe they were like seven kids to surround the whole car, about seven or eight. I told the boy that at that very

23:03 moment he couldn' t take them, that he was busy, that he was expecting another client. I noticed that in the distance my friend was watching me from the door. In a way I felt relieved with this, but that child kept causing me chills because he repeatedly told me to let us in. Please give us permission to come in several times to make yourself honest. I thought about starting the car and leaving, but somehow I couldn' t for a matter of humanity. They were kids and they were strangers, but basically they were stuck to the car. His hands were on the glass.

23:51 Almost his entire body was reclining hugging the car. In a way they knew that stopped me, but to be honest with you, I was so desperate that more minutes had gone by or I would have started the car because of the fear that I had an untold fear that I felt when I had these children surrounding me, I started playing the claxson repeatedly over and over and over again. Only in this way did I see the children moving away and observe that both my friend and two employees ran out and then walked watching me watching the taxi, while these children were returning to the bus meadow and behind it they were getting in. I saw clearly how they got into this one so they wouldn' t be seen anymore. Start the car and head to the parking lot at that store. Once I got there, I told my friend you didn' t see, those kids were surrounding my cab. My friend kept looking at me and asked me, but of which children. I' ve been watching you from the door for a long time now, and it ' s because some of these guys who are here working want to leave together.

25:18 I didn' t have any kids. Several of the employees in this chain had already watched me through the windows and basically everyone said the same thing that my friend looked at me, but they didn' t see any children. In fact, one was a little more forceful and when I was taking out the trash, he says he saw me talking alone through the glass. He thought he was talking on the phone, but he didn' t have any phone in my ear, so he thought he was talking through the stereo, that he had connected the phone to the stereo, but that he had seen me talking only from inside the cab looking to one side, next to where I believed that child was. After I told you everything that happened.

26:11 The employees of this chain went out with me, checked that stop and found no one. It was an avenue and there were several stalls and squares, but children like the ones I said would not go unnoticed, there was no place where they could hide, especially because it was eight. I never found an explanation for what happened to me that night and it seems that only I could see those terrifying children. Crime, assaults are things we have to live with day by day, and even in the more developed countries, no one escapes from this. If we' re lucky enough throughout our lives, we haven' t suffered any assault. But instead, if you go to the big cities, to the big metropolises. You will know that it is very scarce to find a person who has not suffered from one and even this applies also for buses, taxis overs didies for everyone, and this is the case of this taxi driver who was seen in his experience. It' s not entirely paranormal. Yeah, I can say dealing with criminals is a scary thing to do, at least what we' re dealing with day by day.

27:40 And thanks to his distrust, thanks, rather, to being cautious, he was saved from this. But of course this does not take away that what he lived was an experience of absolute terror hello Alex. My name is Jaime Camacho. This experience I want to tell you is just one of so many that has happened to us taxi drivers. Sometimes it is very everyday to see us talking about different topics, some about traffic, others about traffic, about certain shocks we see, but even more about the places we don' t have to go to either because they call us or because we have some clients.

28:37 It' s those colonies out there where there' s a lot of crime. They are those popular colonies in which, even if we go by car, we are very likely to be assaulted in some traffic light or in some corner. When you' re barely getting into this job, maybe out of necessity, maybe out of gallantry, you get into these colonies. And that' s what happened to me. It turns out that I had been working as a taxi driver for about four months, six months, I was barely twenty- four years old, so I didn' t care about all this. This happened one night when I was asleep. I had made the decision to work during the morning because yes, you charge more expensive tickets, besides that there is almost no traffic. It' s zero traffic on the avenues. Even I was lying in my taxi and when it touches me in the window, I lift my head, as I had the seat turned back to be completely lying down. I get up and that' s where I see there' s a girl. A little girl, to put it that way, because I think she' d be a few or fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a strange uniform, a uniform that I can

30:11 ' t find so far from which school or school this girl is from She looked at me and asked me if I was on duty, as I urgently needed to get home. Obviously, when I see her, I say yes, where she lives she tells me a colony, a colony that' s too much to say, she' s not fit to get in with a car, much less with a car like the one I was carrying. The car I was carrying had been bought just two years ago when I was in a different job in engineering. I wasn' t done paying for it yet.

30:52 You could see that it was a recent model car and, besides, it brought it very well washed, equipped. But seeing the situation, I didn' t think of anything else that of course I can take her, I wanted to help her, you can' t leave her in the middle of the city at three in the morning, completely alone, as soon as I said yes, this girl got on and if she came alone I tore the car and drove to that colony. I must admit, one of the things I agreed to take her for is that she emphasized to me many times that they were just a couple of blocks in, no more. And it was back then that I said well, there' s not that much danger.

31:41 I can go without a problem. It was up to the middle of the trip, or almost half of it, that she got a call. The call was short- lived, but it was evident that there were changes in the route I had to take. That girl told me almost begging me to please take her to her grandmother' s house, which was the same colony, only a little bit more involved. I thought about it a lot, but, well, I was already on it, so I said yes, but there' s going to be an extra cost. She told me that she had no problem with that, that what she would be would pay me, but that please take her to her grandmother' s house, because her grandmother felt bad and was lying in a wheelchair that no one could move her, because she lived alone. We went in that colony and she pointed me out where I had to go and every minute I passed I became more and more nervous. He made me stop in an old building and even said there rents. I stopped and she told me not to die, that she was going to go after her grandmother. The building looked uninhabited, it looked like no one could live there. But maybe I still want to help that

33:15 girl find some logical answer. I thought maybe it was a family of scarce resources. I had this in my mind until the girl entered the first floor of the apartments and immediately walked out to the taxi and said excuse me, sir can help me my grandmother. You can' t move. You could go into the apartment and put it in the wheelchair. Please, I' d appreciate it very much. I was a little nervous. I didn' t know how to act at the time, even though I didn' t want to get down I looked one way, looked the other way and saw that I had no choice but to get down and listen to me. I ' m done playing the game with the girl. I got out of the car and walked into that apartment. She' s across the street. Of course, at that moment, I took out my cell phone to light me up, as the street had no electric light. I had a cell phone, which had a modality in which you just have to shake it. You don' t have to press any buttons or anything like that to get the lamp on. When I lit the lamp and pointed it in front, I saw that in the other door, in front of the apartment, a wooden

34:47 door that would surely reach some inner garden in the back suddenly moved. A few fingers and eyes were immediately hidden. When I pointed out that part, someone was waiting for me from the other end of the apartment, a very convenient position to take me in the back. At that moment I dropped my keys. Of course I was aware of this, I bent over, took the keys and saw around me quickly. I didn' t even turn my head, because I know more than enough that if you get to act weird or act like you already know they want to mug you or something, these criminals rush and do what they have to do. I secretly turned my eyes and saw that there were two men on the lamppost, two men who were not there before. I told the girl that she had to go back to the taxi to open both the passenger and the co- pilot doors so that they would be ready, so that when her grandmother came out, she wouldn ' t be battling her. The girl at this point started stuttering, but as she saw me innocently opening the doors and then I told her I' m going to put the handbrake so that the car doesn' t move,

36:21 as it doesn' t look well parked. She thought she was genuinely coming back for her grandmother. I left the two doors open, got on my seat I pretended to put the handbrake on. When I put the keys in, I turned the car on, fortunately, it' s automatic. I just had to put it straight and speed up everything I could because of the speed with which I ripped the two doors closed. The girl ran towards me and at that moment I saw two other shadows coming out of the hallway of the apartment, also running. The two men on that pole also ran to me. One of them threw a strong rock at me, a heavy rock at the windshield to cause it to crash or to actuate the airbags that would stop me dry. Fortunately, it didn' t happen. The windshield was strong enough not to break, but it did break, break almost completely, so much so that it obstructed my sight. I couldn' t drive.

37:30 I only drove as far as I could to get away about five blocks. I immediately got out of the taxi with that rock I had been thrown into that was still on the windshield. I broke what was left of my windshield because I couldn' t drive like this. After this, I gave a call to the police, who told me that there had already been assaults in that area, both taxi drivers, Ubers and Iridis. They had all taken their car and they had all been recent cars like mine, never cars that had their years. They captured those that were recent models. Obviously they would also assault the driver and beat him. They let him out until the next day. Obviously they were this address, but as expected, that wasn' t their home, it was just a decoy. They never found them again.

38:30 I thank that I am very distrustful of being alert always because this same thing saved my life that night. Crypt maniacs, I want to ask you a question to how many of you have not received a call of error, that is, you are looking for another person, but it is not you. Maybe some long distance person typed the number wrong. Maybe it was just confusion or maybe just coincidence. After all, I think it' s very normal to receive calls, which aren' t for you just enough of a different number for someone to make a mistake on her not another person, even from another country. But in spite of this, what would you answer me, if you get a phone call, to put it this way, a cell phone call. You answer and the person on the other side asks you for help, but he asks you for help in a very entangled way, crying even the Help, you would do everything you could tell him to help that person, despite not knowing him. I think many of you will think that maybe he would try a joke, but what if it' s not the same question this taxi driver asked her for a few minutes when on the

40:06 radio, one of those old radios, a very different signal came in. As he searched through the channels, he heard a person who asked for help and who had the minutes counted to give it to him. His story is as follows. My name is Aurora and this is my ex- experience. This experience is not mine, it comes from my father. My father, as well as many other Mexicans, have had many work masons, plumbers, security guards and also taxi drivers. The taxi driver' s job had it for a while, for about two good years, and in that work that should be emphasized a few years ago. Of that, maybe a few fifteen or seventeen. My father was given a unit that we' d say was a little old- fashioned. This unit already had its good years and the company that had hired it, a taxi company that had its own customer portfolio, which had customers fixed. At certain times, he communicated with all his taxi drivers via a radio. My father liked this, because, apart from

41:38 other taxis, those who are dedicated to renting it only when working with this company, which was entirely dedicated to the cab, assured him a daily payment for carrying these customers to their places, so it lasted, because a good years. What happens is that through this radio that this company was communicating with all its taxis, we could say something old- fashioned. The radio had a thread that you tuned in to. The channels are not like those current radios or the workitokies that had already coded the channels. Not that radio was one of the old ones you had to turn it around on. You would listen to static and listen to a channel and then listen to an open channel and then you' d leave. Obviously, it also depended largely on what geographical area you were in. In some areas there was a lot of signal, in other areas there was not so much. My father, though ill - advised, had already gotten used to this. But on one occasion, like so many others, it had also happened at the time of the fair.

43:05 My father overhanded this radio. He didn' t have a stereo or radio, and he didn' t have to put music in that place. It came destined from this radio was like a similar police radio. My father stuck his hand too hard and tested that doughnut. Therefore, the station channel was lost. My father, at least at the moment, left him so he spent the day the afternoon and when he arrived the night, when he had to be very on the slope, since at that moment he was going to receive a confirmation from the radio about a client, he began to turn the thread to try to re- tune the channel of his company. My father says he was turning that doughnut a few singles or six minutes, but in that, in one of the many times he was turning that doughnut, he tuned a channel. Or rather he does not believe that he has tuned a channel, but rather that the signal crossed. It was exchanged with some signal that might have come from a workitoki or a small radio. He heard a voice and immediately tried to tune it in just to make sure it wasn ' t his company. But the voice that came from the other side was

44:36 from a man. My father was very attracted to it because this man' s voice was desperate. I was crying, I was screaming. This man was completely desperate and he could even notice how he was beating. Maybe some wall maybe some furniture, but he repeated the word many times. Help me. Help me who I' m talking to? Help me. The signal was very strong and my father listened to it with total clarity, so he took his microphone and spoke also hello who is on the other side. That man begins to cry, but he begins to cry perhaps of satisfaction, of joy that someone had finally answered him. This man. I' m starting to tell my father to help him, to please find him, to help him. My father. I think I' d be, like all of us, confused to see, but help you from who, that this is a joke. You want to talk about me, my father. He' s a little skeptical. At first, maybe some joke from some man,

46:06 some teenager, but the voice on the other side breaks. It' s a cry that maybe no one could pretend. The man tells you at that moment I' m buried. Alive. Help me, help me, please, the man repeats. Many times they were wrong, they were wrong. I' m not buried. Please help me, my father tells him and repeats him many times. I' m not kidding and you better not be one of where you are or tell me where you are. My father had every intention of marking the cops or maybe anyone else, so he could help that man, but this man tells him he was from Baja California to help him. Please, at that moment my father stays thoughtful Baja California. We ' re the ones who want to. That' s hours away as much as he wanted he really couldn' t help him. At that moment, when my father tells you, excuse me, I' m a lover, what can I do. The man begins to cry and it seems that something is broken according to him. He doesn' t know if it was the wolkitoki or maybe the guy' s desperation, but the signal goes away and

47:39 he doesn' t listen. Static only silence. The crying slowly went out for more than my father tried to take that signal again. He couldn' t do it. This remained only as a strange call to his radio, as something that had no logic. We could say how it is possible that a walkitoki or a station could have crossed signal with its radio so long. My father' s answer was answered alone. We could say the same life took care to answer it. When he was working as a security guard, he had walkitokies or radios to contact his different colleagues who were in the same building. There they were saying if someone was suspicious or to cover themselves in certain shifts when they go out to eat or to rest. My father says when he was talking to his colleagues. A strange voice interrupted them and then they began to joke. There were some masons who also had a radio and who were working up and occupying the radio to move the material down to contact the masons below. The signal crossed at that time. He crossed by being

49:12 so close because of this, this simple mistake or this funny anecdote, because between the guards and the masons they talked. My father recalled that when he received that strange call in that man' s cab asking for help, perhaps yes, the man was telling the truth. He was from Baja California, but maybe he didn' t know he wasn' t there, because when my father tells of this experience, he remembers that when he stopped the taxi just a block away. There was a cemetery, hello, Alex. My name is Nicholas. I am a taxi driver and I want to talk to you about an experience that happened to me relatively recently. I work for different lines. You could say these lines have different taxis, you' re going to ask for work here and you have to pay a daily rent from Monday to Friday to be able to work on these taxis, which are the latest cars that will rarely fail you passe. Turns out they have some backup cars.

50:45 This so that when one of the main ones gets to have some inconvenience, maybe some shock might need some repair, some days you have to be in the mechanic, some two or three days. We are given the option that if we want to take advantage of those days, even if we want to keep working, they give us these cars. Many of these cars already have history. They are cars that are already some years old and most of them have been cars that have crashed or had some inconvenience. They are cars that can perfectly be used, but decide to keep them in reserve so as not to bring them much time. They' re cars that are practically old.

51:37 After explaining this to you now, if my story is coming, I was bringing my car and because of the wear and tear, he had to go to the mechanic for about two days. During those two days, I was given two options if I wanted to work them or have them free for my bad luck. Those two days were Saturday and Sunday. I paid rent from Monday to Friday, so my profit, good profit is on the weekend, as it did not pay rent and families tend to go to faraway places, so the ticket is usually very convenient. I didn' t want to lose those days, so I asked for the line if they could give me a booking car, and so they gave it to me. Ever since I went for this taxi just when I got into this one I felt a strange vibe alex I don' t know how to explain it, but it' s like a bad feeling I had it the moment I got into this car.

52:53 I decided not to pay much attention and continued to work between the days, but I started to notice something and it was that I was fighting for people to get up. I mean, it' s not like there' s no people on the road. There were many, of course it was the weekend, but none of them made me stop and I find it strange. The cab behind me. Interestingly enough, it was always the one they stopped. It was like they didn' t want me, like they didn ' t want to get in that cab. So much so that, after an hour and a half, I decided to stop at the stops, asking people if they wanted a taxi. And since they stared at me. On one occasion a gentleman already of the elderly dressed in gray suit, approached me slowly and then came to me out of the window. I' m sorry young man, the cab' s empty. He' s free, I told the gentleman, but of course he is. The man thanked me and opened the door and climbed up as soon as he was climbing. He told me something, because people at that age usually don' t keep things.

54:19 He told me to excuse me. I just thought he was busy. As I see the man I had there. Back then I thought I was already wearing a ticket at the time. I stare at him and tell him but what man. He answered me the one who came back and the one who wears a hat. I' ll answer the old man, but listen, I don' t have a ticket. You' re the only one who ' s gone up at the time and I think coordinating us both turned to the back seats, but we didn' t see anyone. The seats came alone completely. The old man stared at me and said excuse me. I just thought I saw someone. Perhaps it is already the view as you will know at this age, for almost everything fails us I only scratched a little, I told you not to worry and we started the way, although it did catch my attention and maybe the old woman was not right, that maybe she would have been confused. But the other people, the other people, why didn' t they go up. Maybe those people saw the same thing.

55:34 I was thinking about this, but I decided not to pay attention. But yes, all day long I had to get close to people, stop with them and ask them if they didn' t want a cab. I noticed that the people who refused to leave with me were the young girls or women who would be between the ages of fifteen and twenty- five or twenty - six who went alone, as well as the families. And I think now that everything made sense, because, obviously, if you see the taxi driver who goes in the company of another man, the young girls don' t take the taxi, since it has been known that several cases are coordinated, so, to take them away, to give them an idea that strange man in hat. All people could see it, but I couldn' t.

56:36 I was turning back to see several times through the rearview mirror and even myself, but I didn' t see anyone for that moment, maybe by 6 pm seven, I was already more than aware that I was carrying a spirit with me, that something was accompanying me. But I' ve also heard a tip before that was that if you have a ghost, a soul, a spirit, either in your house or in a car or maybe somewhere you' re holding on a lot. You have to act like that ghost isn' t there. You have to act like you don' t see it, because sooner or later, they have to go. But if you act like you' re there, if you pay attention to it, they grab more energy or more strength. That' s what, it' s said, why I chose to ignore it. But everything got worse at 8 : 30 p m. At that time. I always spent time with a man I called Don Jonah. I have a lot of time to meet him and he' s a very close person to my family. I went with him to his misselanea. Usually, when I pass by and take passage, obviously I don' t stop, but when I don' t bring anything, I stop with him and start talking a little bit, maybe a few

58:08 twenty minutes, twenty minutes in what took me a soda and talked about different things. Interestingly, he greeted me in the distance and in that I stopped on the other side of the road. I opened the door and started walking straight towards him. I noticed something confused. As soon as I got to say hello. He told me but boy not to pierce. I answered him, but, Don Jonah, I don' t bring anyone. He looked up and told me and that person in a hat brings a man. There in the seats he brought a hat look at him I turned my eyes and looked at my taxi and there was indeed a person sitting back looking forward.

59:07 This person was all dark and it was night Obviously, we could only see his silhouette by lighting the light of the posts that were on the road. The man was sitting inert and it was at this moment that I was in shock. I couldn' t move, I didn' t know what to do, and this was detected by Don Jonah instantly. He touched my shoulder and asked me truth that you don' t bring anyone. He told me I answered him, Don Jonah, I bring no one and that man I don' t know who he is. And as if that soul had listened to us, as if that spirit had known that the two of us had seen it. He already opened the door to the vehicle, stepped out of it and began to walk away and get lost. In those dark areas in which the light poles do not come to light. It was lost as if it were a shadow. Don Jonah and I only saw him in the distance and he told me you brought that thing with you. Since you got out of the cab, he' s been with you. That' s not your cab, where yours is. I explained to him that my taxi had

1:00:43 had a breakdown and that that car had been given to me, but only for as long as he told me ay boy for the luck that you have that taxi already brings passenger and apparently, he does not want to leave at that moment. Don Jonah speaks to his wife and together they come to the conclusion that the car must be blessed so that that soul can leave now or minimally no longer be able to get into this one. But this was the worst decision we could have made. Everything got more violent or once we sprinkled holy water on that cab. When I took the wheel again, I started moving forward. My arms trembled, but they trembled in a way that was not normal. The steering wheel was moving from one side to the other with my hands on top of it, but I wasn' t the one who moved it. It was as if an invisible hand totally from time to time pulled me behind the wheel, I had to drive very hard trying to keep the steering wheel fixed, because no more suddenly I felt like I was pulled,

1:02:13 either to the left or to the right. I was afraid, as I was about to crash several times. I had decided that it would be best to return to my home at that time, but when I was already back, a lady and her son stopped me. The boy climbed up in the back seats, as he was carrying like a mini- toy and wanted to go play with her. The lady sat on the co- pilot' s seat, as the track occupied most of the space and there was no room left for her. In a way they see them boarding. The cab gave me some peace of mind. And that' s because if a mother and her son went up for obvious reasons, that silhouette couldn' t be seen anymore. A mother and her son don' t get in any cab unless this one comes all alone. The lady gave me the address and I continued the journey. She came quietly, the boy was playing. I had played music more than anything to have something to distract myself with, as the steering wheel kept moving. Suddenly. I notice that the child is talking to someone and that someone like that I start saying ugly things to the child, since he starts crying and immediately comes out with his mom, like any child

1:03:47 would. He' s an eight- or nine- year- old boy. I calculate it approximately and what the child says to the mother leaves me even colder than I was already. And the kid tells Mom, please, we have to get off. Get me out of this cab. Get me out of this cab. I want to get off. He repeated it and repeated it with tears in his eyes. The mother asks him, but what do you have why you want to get off. The boy tells him that the man who comes back is telling me some very ugly things. His face is very ugly and he' s telling me he' s gonna blow the cab that if we don' t get off, he' s gonna take us with him. Please, put me down, Mom, get me out of this cab. The lady didn' t know what to say. He just stared at me and looked at the seat. She couldn' t see anything. He kept repeating to his son that there was no one there.

1:04:55 The kid' s totally upset. He moved on to the seat with his mother and, fortunately, managed to more or less stabilize him until he got home. I left them there and only drove like a block and stopped. The cab. I turned it off and I got out of it. I immediately spoke to the line. I told them I had a mishap, that the taxi didn' t want to turn on that if, please, they could send me a tow truck to take it, I opened the chest and disconnected the pile on purpose, more than anything so that they wouldn' t have an excuse not to take it. Once they took him away, I went back on foot to my house and even though the next day, Sunday, I was told that the taxi was ready, I flatly refused to use it again. I didn' t want to get in that car. I waited for mine to be returned until the next day. On Monday I never touched that taxi again, because this one looks like he already owns it and I hope that the taxi driver who manages to drive it again doesn' t make him angry like I did, because this spirit almost makes him have an accident. Thank you for hearing my story.