Fantasmas al lado de la carretera (y otros relatos paranormales)

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Welcome to a new edition of this October of stories in which, as you know, we have tried to gather the most macabre and terrifying stories that have come to us. That's why we ask you to be very respectful about the stories we are going to tell tonight. You never know when one will be the next protagonist and will have to take note of how other people have survived a paranormal encounter. So this is the last chance to find another content. From this point on, there is no turning back. In 10 seconds, we begin with this episode of the night stories. Hello community. I don't know anyone, but I feel like I just had a bad feeling about the reality. Or at least that's what I think. I'm completely fine, but I want you to judge me, that you help me think what I lived. I live in a small ranch where there are only four houses. Of course, all the neighbors know us and we have a good time. We are in the middle of the field, so I was not surprised that when I returned from the pharmacy of the nearest city, I was hit by a truck that was transporting grain right in front of my vehicle. I was unlucky because those agricultural trucks when they are so heavy, they go very slowly, maximum 30 kilometers per hour. And if the opportunity to pass it through the curves was going to have to go behind him the whole way. So the lap was going to be long and my baby was desperate to get to sleep. I didn't have any choice but to be patient, drive slowly, wait. Suddenly I saw another car going behind me. I recognized it immediately. As we were going so slowly, I had the opportunity to turn around and see clearly. It was the car of my neighbors, a couple of older adults. The man was driving and the lady was on his side as always. And then, so we were going together in that. We would have to take more time than normal to get to our houses. Then we finally got to the exit of the road that leads us to our ranch. I entered to him carefully and my surprise was to see through the rearview mirror that my neighbors were going along. I didn't understand that they could go looking for it there. To the mountain, but hey, some matter they would have. But here comes the strange community because when I got to the station, right in front of my house was that white vehicle. Stated and through the window I could see my neighbors, the older adults, sitting quietly in their kitchen. But I didn't get confused, I didn't feel bad. I just saw them on the road. That car with its battle wounds, with its old paint, and my neighbors, both with all clarity. I know it may not seem like the big deal, but I know I didn't make a mistake. And I can't explain what I saw. My name is Arturo Villeda. This happened to me a few years ago on the border between Guatemala and El Salvador. At that time I was separated from my daughter's mother, who was a year and a half old. I lived in the capital and she lived on the border. On a day that was a few kilometers ahead of Jalpatagua, Jutiapa, in the middle of the Paz River and the Pulula River, the community called the Cómapa Pills to be exact. This was on Tuesday, just the day of the child. I worked as a security manager in a shopping mall in the capital. That day I received pay, the two bonuses that gave me to keep everything in order and fulfill my goals. I had planned to go on Saturday to see my daughter. To be back home on Monday morning, I had to get to work. So when I left that Tuesday to my rest day, I went to a toy shop to buy a 1-meter-long doll, shoes, clothes and many more things. Later I got home, to my parents' house when I lived there. I greeted my mom and showed her everything I had bought. I told her my plan to go see my daughter on Saturday. I was in that when the neighbors arrived, five or three years old. My daughter got married and had a few resources. When I saw those happy eyes looking at the toys I had bought, I thought, and if my daughter is seeing someone receive toys now, if she is seeing with a smile, affectionate acts with those same eyes. That's when I said, no, stupidity to wait until Saturday. There, it was 9.30 in the morning, I told my mom I was going to do something to eat, so I could be ready to go out to bathe. I had to go. Twenty minutes later I was on the car to go see my daughter, but for my misfortune it didn't start. Clearly at that moment that didn't stop me. So I took the bus that would take me on the road to El Salvador to wait for others to go to Gutiapa. Look, I think that when one is more hurrying, more time passes by. After that I didn't find any buses and had to go to the carriages, carrying bags with a lot of things. At that time at night I was barely reaching the batteries, hanging from a little bus all tied up, but there, finally. I finally arrived and I went to the delivery of gifts and played a little with my daughter. They got 12, and that's when I started going through the difficult times. First my cell phone was out of charge, because my grandmother didn't want me and she didn't let me connect it. Second, I had to be at 7 in the morning at my work, so I couldn't stay and sleep. Besides, there was nowhere. I said, well, no way. To walk. That's how I started my journey to get to the route where the first bus passed at 3 in the morning. Outside the village there was a small shop open. I bought a toy box, three-way, to light up the way. Because there was no light. I walked, I walked, I walked. It was there when I started to feel the strange atmosphere. Besides, it was so much rain, and in each hole I saw shadows standing at the edge of the road. I imagined them with red eyes, like arms, but honestly I was very nervous I thought I was imagining things, but I couldn't stop myself from coming back. My uncertainty calmed down a bit when there were two light posts far away. That meant that a place called the Tempisque was arriving, a house before reaching the Pulula River. It was already halfway. But as far as the foot of one of the posts, there was a big stone. I had always been there, I already knew it. What was not before was the woman and the child of the four years that were there, sitting in her. At first I wanted to convince myself that it was not strange that maybe someone was waiting, but I was losing hope when I thought what woman would be at that time under the rain, with her child and in the middle of the morning. And it may have helped a powerful smell of decomposition that made itself stronger every step I took. I got to about three meters, I didn't see her in front, the male I wanted, but I didn't see his face to do it. Only the red eye. The two were pale, with the skin wrinkled, like when you spend a lot of time in the water. That's how they looked. They were hooked and their skin was visible, but I saw a opening that was on the side. I swear I was going to get something from there. It was not blood, it was a black liquid and thick, like melted chappapot. I have never been so religious, but at that time I remembered all the prayers of the Catechism. And it is that, God, what would you have done? I prayed and prayed, not to stop seeing, but to give me strength to the body, because I could not even move it, because it was more and more difficult for me to move forward. Every step I felt that I was going to weigh more and more and more, until I realized that, on my shoulders, both legs of the boy were hanging. I was more than a cost of cement, I swear, I could not move anymore. And the woman walked to my side and started to cry, but in an horrible way, to scream and make shouts as if she had cut her neck where she was breathing, and the liquid that came out of her mouth did not let her cry with strength. There I felt I was going, I felt scared, a lot, and I simply accepted what I was about to go through. I gave up the weight, not only on the back, but also on the soul, fallen knees. I remember well that I said inside me, well, Father, if this is my time, it is the time. Just please take care of my daughter, and please find my body so that my mother does not suffer so much. And when I said that, the very little woman on my side started to laugh, she started to cry. I went from knees with my eyes and my heart tight to a thousand, I felt an air that had felt before in life, warm and light, like a breeze that gives you the port. But I did not open my eyes, I just continued to pray a prayer to Miguel Arca Angel that I know, and so I continued for ten minutes, until I felt that the forces were returning, a very deep peace that I have no idea how to explain. Do you remember that I told you that I was before reaching the Purola River, that I was going half way, because when I opened my eyes I was no longer there, I was walking right where my bus was taking, at the entrance of the village of El Coco. It's been years and still, when I remember, everything is back to me. I never knew what the hell I saw, nor how I went from that place before the river, to the station where I was going. I can't even attribute it to the guard or the drugs, because they are vice that I don't have, and although I don't know how, I do know what, and who saved me that night. Good morning, Auriel. My name is Sebastian Perez and I greet you from Barcelona, Catalonia. The experience I want to share with you is something that we spent together with my best friend, Jennifer, in the year 2021. At that time I still lived in my country of birth, El Salvador. Do you remember that story because of the video of the macabre woman in the tree, and I explain why. You see, with my best friend we had the habit of staying until the morning of our house, especially the weekend in which we rested. This was a Friday night. We were talking, laughing and eating snacks, and when you arrive at 3 a.m., we hear a voice. I swear that when I heard the noise you mention in the story of the woman in the tree, I immediately remembered the voice so serious that we heard that voice. It was a deep voice, identical to the video, a voice that came out of the ground, and told us, Don't you go out. My friend and I were very much in the same place, looking for where we could go to that voice. Because it seemed to come from about 10 meters above where we were, but with a very strange resonance, as if it came from below, from the ground. My friend is very shy with those topics, and I told him to calm down, that I wanted to be a neighbor trying to play a joke on the time we were outside. I walked towards where we heard the voice, but everything was silent. There was no one around, nor a light lit in the next houses. Even so, I followed the idea that maybe it was someone's joke. I returned to where my friend was, and when I arrived with her, the same voice heard again. This time I said, And the same noise that you put in the video, that same sound was heard. My friend was afraid of fear, but I managed to calm her down. What we didn't know was that, that probably that voice was listening to us, and that it was not listening to us. And that was the same noise that you put in the video. That same sound was heard. My friend was afraid of fear, that probably that voice was listening to us, from what was approaching. And that we were outside, about half an hour later, when we turned to see up. I swear, I saw a group of three or four figures. The most terrifying thing was not to see people walking at 3.30 in the morning, but to see them floating. They were figures that didn't have feet. I only saw the torso up, the waist down, they didn't have anything. I told my friend to turn, that I saw her and when I did, I was so scared that we ran into her house, and we waited until she was scared. In the direction towards where those figures were going, there was a barrage, and in a few minutes they disappeared. It started to sound like... like they were devouring pigs. A scary sound. A loud and scary sound that, until this moment, four years after it happened, I recorded it in my mind. The noise was horrible. My friend got scared and took her. The strange thing about the case is that no one else seemed to hear it. No one left their houses, no light turned on. It seemed that the whole neighborhood was deeply asleep, as if nothing was happening. Only a couple of dogs started to bark after the shouts, and then total silence. The next night we had the idea of staying again until dawn, but something strange made us regret. It started to rain more or less midnight, so we decided to stay inside my friend's house. But when we left the terrace, we saw that in the hill that is in front of our colony, the San Jacinto hill, there was a fireball in a high area over there. The strange thing was that despite the rain, that fire did not turn off. On the contrary, it seemed that it was about to start, and then it came back to its original size. Because of what happened last night, I told my friend that I would better go home. We couldn't risk anything that we didn't understand, with something that we didn't really know. We were watching that fireball for almost 30 minutes, and although the rain was very strong, it never turned off. I went home and as my friend later told me, that fireball was still visible until very late in the morning. That was the strongest experience we lived together. The strongest thing I've ever experienced, I tell you in another email, and I think that's the hardest thing I've ever had to face. I sent you a courier greeting, and if someday you publish this, I also send greetings to the whole community. A very strong hug from Barcelona. Sign up for your $1 a month trial at shopify.com. This is a link to buy my book, I'll tell you about it tonight. It's already been completely exhausted in many places, but we know there are bookstores that still have it, especially online, but there's a very good news, and it's already available in Spain. It's a new edition, 100% Spanish, printed there with a special cover for that country. And there are also some terms that we adapted so that it was completely understandable for anyone who doesn't master our regionalisms, who doesn't master these words, that we sometimes use the Mexicans. We're very happy, so if you don't listen to this already, you can find the book in Amazon Spain and in any bookstore. We'd love to finally receive a story from someone with this new edition, which hasn't happened yet, so let's wait for the first person to present it. I hope you enjoy it. It's a small piece of Mexican horror literature, very honest, which I promise is made with a lot of love. And now, let's continue with a story tonight. My name is Katia and this happened three years ago, at a Halloween party where some friends of mine invited me to college. Well, actually they weren't my friends, they were friends of the boy I liked. I was still in the last year of pre-school and didn't go out much, but when he told me that I was going to make a quiet party, I accepted. The party was in an old house, huge, in an old town area. Those houses with tall roofs, thick walls and wooden floors that cross with any step. I really like to hear my steps in houses like this, and also how they smell, how they feel when they're there. When I got there, there were a lot of people. The house was decorated with orange lights and paper skulls and music was playing everywhere. There was a bar with drinks and a lot of people disguised, most of the characters were like this. It was the first Halloween party where I was going to look like a movie party. I was a witch, but nothing of the other world. I wasn't a slurry witch, I was just a witch. And among all those people in the middle of the noise, there was something that caught my attention. A kid in the middle of the party, sitting on the last step of the staircase of Caracol that was going up the second floor. He was wearing a red dress with a plastic mask from Diablo. He was still, with his hands on his knees, sitting very straight. No one was talking to him, and as the bathroom was occupied, I went up the stairs to ask him if there was another upstairs, giving the fact that he lived there. He couldn't go up, he was in his house. He answered me very slowly. I had to get closer to hear him because the music was loud. The kid raised his head a little, and he kept looking at me without saying anything else. I could feel his deep look under the mask. I don't know why, but it gave me a very strange feeling. I didn't want to cause a problem, I felt that I had something. I don't know how to explain it without being offensive, but I noticed that he wasn't a common boy. He made me feel like I was wrong when I spoke to him without knowing what I had or how to do it. I chose to go back to the bathroom downstairs because I didn't even go up the stairs. Time passed. The party continued, but little by little people left. It was almost 3 in the morning, and we had 7 people left in total. The owner of the house, his boyfriend, the boy I liked and some other friends. We sat in the living room and we were planning a game to contact the dead. Someone told the owner, laughing, Hey, but first he was going to sleep the guard, right? She also closed for a moment, but then she asked what she meant. Your brother, who has been a guard today, I told him, the girl stayed serious and replied, my brother is not here, he was traveling with his girlfriend and his family. There was a silence and someone asked him, how old is your brother? 25, she answered. Then the one who had made the first comment asked again, Hey, but then who is the boy who is sitting on the stairs? The one who didn't let us go up. We all turned to that place. I think we all had tried to go up with the same result at some point, but the stairs were empty, only the light of a candle lit the stairs. We all went together to check, by chance, nobody wanted to separate. We went up the first steps and as soon as we did, we had a horrible smell, like humidity and rotten meat. The owner covered her nose with the hand of her sweater and said that she was coming from above, but that there was nobody in the house. Someone bled to me saying that he was the ghost boy and she answered very seriously, No, no child appears here. It was a quiet moment and then it continued. When I was a child, I saw something but it was not a child, it was a man with horns, he was on the stairs and told me that he didn't know that this was not my house, but since I'm nine years old, I don't see it. Nobody said anything else. We stayed there, listening to the wind howling like a house as if something was moving up. For a moment I was sure that they were going to start laughing, that they were making a joke but it wasn't like that. And without saying it, we all thought the same, that that child with the devil mask was never the one. That without knowing it that night, we all had contact with a ghost, or something worse. With easy customizable themes that let you build your brand, marketing tools that get your products out there, integrated shipping solutions that actually save you time, from startups to scale-ups, online, in-person and on the go. Shopify is made for entrepreneurs like you.