Los Vampiros de Barrio Antiguo y otras experiencias paranormales

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We tried to ignore it, but when we got past it, we realized they started following us. And their faces... Their faces were scary. Like dead bodies. Good night, community. I hope you're doing really well. I really hope so. I hope you're doing really well. I really hope you're having the best time to listen to this episode. I hope you're doing really well. And the only concern is to survive the fear that is approaching tonight. Of course, that won't be easy. Today's stories, you'll see. Well, you'll hear. They're... much closer to what they think. Don't stop taking the title. These stories could happen to you. I hope not. I'll give you, as always, one last chance to go and find another type of content. Maybe it's a bit of a horror, but it's less scary. Because these stories will be with you. Especially if you're going to make the crazy thing of listening to them to sleep. Ready? Ready? Let's start. This is the story of the night. Hello, Oriol. I send you a greeting from my father and a friend. We're fans of your channel and I want to share something that happened to a colleague of mine. Javo, he gave me permission to send you his story. This happened to Monterrey around 1994, when he was 14 years old. That day he met other friends from the secondary school, 4, at their house. In the area of the old neighborhood. Since the afternoon they were there, between task and talk. And they left without realizing. But when they wanted to react, they were already around 1 in the morning. That time they didn't pass by trucks. The last one left, according to them, shortly before 12. They didn't have a car either. And at that time there was nothing like Uber, only taxis or ecotaxis, and it wasn't easy to find one. That's why they didn't have any other choice but to walk. Before leaving, some people got to mark their houses to let them know they're leaving. And they left at 5. Walking along the street Dr. Jose Maria Kos, with the idea of ​​incorporating themselves to the macro square. Javo says that in those years that part felt very lonely at night. There were sections where practically there was no one and the lighting was very low. On a part of the road they had to go down some stairs to continue. That area was darker still and there was no other way to surround it. It was there where two people saw each other. They were far away, near one of the few lights they lit. At first they didn't seem strange. Two people dressed in black, quiet, as if they were just there. And they didn't get scared because they were 5. But as they approached, something started to appear very strange. It seemed that those two figures were higher than normal. It was a strange feeling that provoked them to see them, as if their size was not well defined at first, but it was accommodating as they advanced. They still didn't make a sound. And among them they were told in a low voice that they would pass without calling for attention. I suppose they wanted to believe that it was some effect of the light of the lighthouse, of the shadows. And the figures didn't move. They didn't even seem to have noticed them. They were standing, looking at nothing. They weren't talking to each other or anything. They were just watching. So they continued walking slowly, surrounding them as much as possible. Javo was moving forward. The boy who was going back was the only one who turned around. And as soon as he did, he screamed. He said that it was a horrible scream that made them all tremble. The boy screamed like that because at that moment, when he turned around, the two figures were no longer in the same place. They were much closer to them. He didn't see how they moved, he didn't even hear them walking, but they were already there, close by. And they were watching them. That was enough. The five of them ran without thinking. They didn't turn around, they just ran, listening to their own footsteps and something behind them. Until they saw a taxi far away. The man was inside and when they saw them come like this, desperate, they opened the doors without asking anything. They went up as if they could practically get up, and the man started that instant. And when the car started moving, one of them heard something behind him. A blow, as if someone had managed to hit him in the trunk. But no one wanted to turn around. In motion, the taxi driver asked what was going on. Who were the people who followed him, but he didn't stop. It was at that moment when the guy who came in was the one who was going to turn around. He started to complain. He said that he burned his back a lot, that he burned it. At first they thought it was because of the run or the scare, but when one of them lifted the shirt, they saw that he had a kind of irritation that crossed his back. Red, marked. Like a strong reaction on his skin, but in a way. Three lines that went down from the shoulder to almost the waist. No one said anything. The taxi continued to move forward by father Mier. They were still in silence trying to understand what had happened, until the driver turned around on the street again. That's it? There they are? The five of them. The five turned to the front. Far above the bench, two figures were walking. The same, the same black, same height, moving towards where they were. The taxi driver didn't wait any longer. He turned around at that moment and took another street, moving away. And luckily they didn't see them again. The taxi driver left each one at home. No one wanted to stay alone at that moment, but there was no one else. Javos says that when his mother came he scolded him for the time, but he also asked why he looked like that. He didn't tell him at that moment. That night he couldn't sleep. The next day, in the school, they again made the five to talk about what had happened, and they all coincided in the same thing. Those figures didn't move like people. They changed places without anyone doing it, and somehow they only reacted when someone looked at them directly. And I, as an adult, I don't say that's the case, but when Javos told me this story he called them, the vampires from the old neighborhood. Hello, how are you, Zuriel? I send a greeting to you and the community. This happened just a few weeks ago. It's not something that happened to me directly, but I was there even though I wasn't a protagonist. And I saw it, and I still don't have the slightest idea of how to explain it. It all started because a friend of the priest lost his mother. We were already old, and it was one of those friends who were very close at that time, but life was moving us away. And even so, when I was interested in you, I had to go see it. I went to the Velorio. I saw it very badly as expected. His mother was a very beautiful person, and I loved her a lot. We were there talking for a while, at first, the typical thing, but little by little the conversation became more personal. We remembered things from school, people we didn't even see, and we also talked about his mother, the memories I had with her. I was told I didn't know what to do with everything I felt. There were many things that I was left without saying. You know what we thought when we lost someone, when maybe we didn't say enough times as much as we wanted them to. But the weird thing about this story begins a few days later, when he didn't write anything to me. He told me he had done something, he didn't know why, but he felt that he could only tell me. And the truth is that from there I felt weird, from that moment on, and I asked him what it was. He told me he had been sending messages to his mother, so that he knew he wasn't going to read us, but that he helped her get rid of it, that he wrote as if she was still there. The truth is, this really didn't seem weird to me yet, but then he told me something else, that the day before, one of the messages had been marked with double palomite, as if it had been delivered. I told him it didn't make sense, that the number was probably active again, or that they had resigned it, but also that death had just passed. I didn't even report it or cancel the line, and also there he explained something that made me very loud, that when they buried his mother, he put the coffin in her, some of the things she was always using, including her cell phone, and some scissors with which she could plant her plants. Oh yes, I don't know what to tell you. Even so, I tried to keep myself logical, I told him there had to be an explanation, that someone could have taken out the phone or anything, and that's why I suggested going to see him. When he got home, I noticed something different, he wasn't sad like in the funeral, he was... restless, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, and then he told me something that had just changed, he told me that it wasn't just the little pigeons I've delivered, he told me that now they were answering him. I told him it wasn't a joke, that someone was playing a joke and he didn't talk to us, he just extended the phone to me, and the conversation was open to the community. It was a long message, very long, things he told, memories, I'm sorry for many things, but among those messages there were... there were answers, I swear to God, short, simple, there weren't many, but they were there. Of course, I told him that it didn't prove anything, that anyone could have written, and it was when he called me a little, and he told me that he was going to ask something that nobody else knew. He grabbed the phone and wrote, Mom, do you know who's here, right? Why did we let each other talk? We were looking at the screen, I don't know why, but I was very, very scared. Nothing happened, a second, two, several, I was about to tell him something, and at that moment a message came, by Pablo, my stomach was revolving because, because it was true, because that's the reason we had distanced ourselves, and it wasn't something that I was telling him, it was something that we could only know about him and me. He kept looking at me and he said, You see? Then he said he was going to ask him something else, that he was going to ask where he was and when he was going to see her again, and I don't know why, but at that moment I felt that something wasn't right, as if that wasn't something that should be followed, so before you finished writing, I took the phone and without thinking I threw it against the wall, and it broke, but I grabbed it again and I hit it again against the floor until it burned. My friend got crazy and I understand, he pushed me, we almost got hit, he shouted at me, what was wrong with me? The only thing I said was that that wasn't his mom and that he wouldn't follow that. He got mad and ran away from his house. Since then we haven't talked again. I know he was going through something very strong, I know that maybe what I did wasn't the best, that he didn't have any rights, but I also feel that he couldn't let it continue, that something was about to take advantage of him. I don't know what that was, I don't know if there's really something on the other side that can do something like that, or if everything has an explanation that we're not seeing, but I was left with that doubt and that's why I wanted to share it here and ask you, do you think that something like that can happen, that the mass can already manifest itself, through something as simple as a message, or a phone call? Thank you for following us as a community, or I don't want to tell you to vote for us, for the Spotify prizes, or to buy the book, or to leave us a comment, or you don't have to do anything about it. Or I want to tell you, thank you, thank you to all of you, because Spotify has been doing its best for 20 years and has published its list of the most heard of history, in artists, songs, podcasts, and well, we're the 10th. The 10th most heard podcast of Spotify history, the most heard in Spanish, also of all of its history, and this, this project that came out of a little house, falling into a Tijuana, in Baja California, gives me a lot of pride, for everything we've built together, and it's an pride that goes beyond being a podcast from Mexico, from Latin America, I'm really extremely happy to know that we are the most heard podcast in Spanish, that we represent in that global list, a country, a race, a language that unites us. Thank you for always, this is the project of my life, you are my life, and everything good that happens, happens in this community. But well, enough of cursing and lies, because here we come to scare ourselves, so let's continue, with more stories, tonight. Hello Oriel, I hope you can keep this anonymous. I send you a greeting, and to the community of the night's stories. This I'm going to tell you, it's not a story of fear as such, but in my family, it has always felt like something that did not end up being closed, it comes from several generations. According to what has been told to us all the employees, the people who have been working according to what has been told to us, all begins with my great great great great grandmother, she arrived in Mexico from France, being a girl, with her mother, she never knew well why they left, only that they were escaping from something, they settled in a municipality of Neuvelion, there was where she grew up, and where she began to approach things that until today, in my family nobody mentions clarity, they only say that her mother had work, land, things like that. With the years my great great great great grandmother ended up learning too, after she married and had a daughter who would be my great great great grandmother. There she tried to teach him the same thing, but she refused, she never wanted to know anything about it, she always said she was afraid, although she never explained exactly why, there is where according to the family everything gets complicated, and you will see, during the revolution the husband of my great great great grandmother was recruited, they did not know what group they were in and those details, only that in one of the lapses that she gave, she returned very badly, wounded, practically dying, my great great great grandmother asked her mother, and what she answered was something that was left in the family, that when death comes for someone, there is no remedy that stops her, unless, she is given something else in return. I do not know exactly what they did that night, no one knows, it is only said that it was closed and that they did not let anyone in, but after that he recovered, he lived many more years and that at the time he took himself as a miracle, the problem is that it was not free, that was known a long time later, years later my family went to live in San Luis Potosí, and even thought that by changing the place they could leave behind what was done, but it did not happen, my grandmother, without knowing anything about the pact, always said that she felt something strange in the family, that's why she became very devout, she got into the church a lot as if she were trying to compensate for something that she did not even understand, and it was there when the pattern began, in the family it began to be noticed that every February 14th something happened, at the beginning there were things that could seem coincidences, but with the passage of time it became impossible to ignore it, 12 times in the family were lost, for example, in different embalances, the two on February 14th, years later a sister of my grandmother went to visit her with her children, she said she had dreamed of her that she had to see her, that day one of the children fell down the stairs, he rode to the tracks of the train and at that moment the train moved a few meters back, and there she died, also on February 14th, it is already close to the time when I was a child, we had an accident on the road, we were going to the family and we all got hurt, except for a niece, she had nothing, and that was what caught my attention, because somehow she was already from another generation, years passed and at that time something always happened, but the strongest happened in 2006, that day an uncle had an accident and it was very serious, almost at the same time, in another part, two days and a cousin went on the road when his car was on fire, they could not leave, the only person who survived was a girl who went with them, she told me that she tried to help but the symptoms of them did not work, she managed to get her own, that day was also February 14th, it was too much, that was when my family began to seek explanations, and it was when the viary came out, and it is that they say that there was a notebook that had left the mother of my great grandmother, and that there was a record of the mother of my great grandmother, and that something was written about that work, I'm not going to lie to you, I did not see it, we did not see it all, that was what my grandfather and his brothers read, but what they managed to say is that they talked about an exchange, that the life of that man had been sustained, in exchange for something that was going to continue to charge the family, and that that was not going to end, until a certain generation, I do not know exactly how it was written, no one repeat the same, all their different words but match the most important, that it was not something that could be broken, or solved, after that all they did was wait, and with time something changed, a year when the 14th of February came, it was a girl from the family, a baby was born, and since then, nothing has happened again, I do not know if that has to do with it, I do not know if it really ended, in my family that date continues to feel different, not like before, but not like any other day, still seeing something of fear, Hello Oriol, a greeting for all those who come to listen, if this message comes to be published, this happened in 2023, returning from a road trip with some friends, and we went five in the car, and everything was very normal, of those trips that we only do to clear ourselves up for a while, we left in the afternoon and we were already coming back at night, everything was going super quiet, music, talking, no one thinking anything weird, and nothing that gave fear to anything, until one of those who went with us started to enter a call, and it was his girlfriend, since we saw the name, several of us let's see, he had already told us that the reaction was heavy, that the girl was very jealous, very controlling, of those people who want to know all the time where they are, with whom and why they do not answer, he doubted in answering, he did it and I do not know why, but he put it in high voice, at first we laughed because it was typical, where he was, why he did not tell him that he had left, that with whom he was going, he tried to take her calm, and he told her that he was with us, with pure friends, that we had left for a while nothing more, but there was a moment where she was already in silence, and it was a very strange silence, and then he said something that made us turn to know each other, he began to say, exactly where we were going, the road, a curve that we just passed, and he even mentioned a letter that was on one side of the road when we were passing, we laughed because we thought it was coincidence that that he had maybe a tractor or something like that, an airtack that was guessing that he had already said before where we were going to go, but then he said something more specific, something that just happened seconds before with us, and there no one laughed, in fact we asked him how he knew that, his boyfriend also asked him, and what he answered was what changed everything, he said very calmly, because they take me dead with you, he made himself silent in the car, but he was bulking as they say, no one knew what to say, we thought it was a joke of bad taste, but a joke, he said he would stop saying things like that, that it was not funny, and he did not laugh or change the tone, nothing, he kept talking as if nothing, scolding him, and as if he were seeing the same thing as us, discovering what was ahead, what we had just left behind, at some point one of us asked him to hang up, that he was fine and he finished the call, but he kept talking and talking and talking, and as his phone rang and he did not answer, we all felt a strange fear that until a while later we were encouraged to confess, no one wanted to touch his phone, no one wanted to answer him as if we had done to the girlfriend of another friend, to a normal girl, we continued driving like that for a while, in silence, until one of us asked him directly, what was happening, and it was when he said something he had not told us before, that his girlfriend was admitted to something, that her family had a religion, or something like that, very strange, and that her mother was already at work, I do not explain more, and the truth is, no one asked him to explain, that night it was very long, no one slept well, no one wanted to talk much about the subject, and the strangest thing is that he continued with her, but he stopped joining us, falling apart little by little until we knew more, and until today, none of those we are going to that car that night has returned to me, but I do not forget, especially that phrase, because they take me dead with you,