Casas Malditas Reales: Espíritus, Lamentos y Experiencias Paranormales

There are places that seem frozen in time. Houses where silence weighs and the walls whisper secrets. Places that every corner keeps the trace of a tragic event. These places that at some point housed life, light and happiness, it seems that today they are inhabited by shadows. Even demons.

Tonight, I'm going to tell you stories of cursed houses, places where the unimaginable happened and that today no one is able to inhabit. Get ready, turn off the lights, because this is just beginning. Welcome. videos. How about friends, welcome to one more chapter of Extrajanormal podcast.

My name is Paco Arias and I am happy to be again in an episode with all of you. Family, we have a classic of classics, a true episode that I really like to record since it is such a fascinating topic and personally I consider that it is one of the phenomena that are increasingly recurrent not only in Mexico but in a large part of the world. People who out of nowhere simply begin to experience and live situations that have no explanation. part to connect with many people. Tonight, I'm joined by a great friend, a person who was with me before,

and I'm very happy to have her with us tonight. Ivonne, how are you?

Hi, very well, Paco. Happy to be here again with you. Greetings to those who are listening to us, those who are watching us on the screen. I'm happy to be debuting this season. I see many changes,

I also see that the essence is maintained and that is very good.

Thank you very much, friend. The truth is that we are starting a season, in case someone did not know that I doubt it a lot, but I'm sure everyone already knows. And the truth is that the topic we have tonight is quite good and interesting.

Oh yes.

For the people who already saw you and are watching you, can you remind us who you are, what you do, and if you have social media? Yes, well, I'm on Instagram as Ivoneca. I am a professional marketer and currently I have a jewelry and accessories business. Perfect, amiga. Oye, ¿qué te parece el episodio que vamos a hablar ahorita en este rato? Digo, sin spoliar, pero ¿qué te parecieron las historias que vas a contar?

La verdad, muy buenas. O sea, las historias, todas me parecieron genial, la verdad. Hubo una en específico que sí dije, ay, me entraron nervios. Sí. La estaba leyendo en la noche y dije, well, I think that's enough. For today. Yes, but the truth is that Quédense is a very good chapter and as you say, they are things that are becoming more common

and that many people will surely be able to leave us in the comments, have you lived any experience of this type?

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Exclusive content that is www.podcastextranormal.com.mx We are waiting for you there. Now, my friend, if you give me a chance, I want to tell you a story that left me super amazed. esperamos ahora si amiga si me das chance quiero contarte una historia que me dejó super asombrado esta historia quiero hacer un énfasis me la manda una persona que yo ya conocí y le quiero mandar un saludo al buen Eric lo conocí

en un meet and greet que hicimos en Ciudad de México y debo de contarte esto recuerdo cuando se me acerca y platicamos un poquito y me dice Paco of Mexico. We talked about this topic, I saw his email, and really, what a terror he lived. And I want to tell you about it. Yes, go ahead, go ahead. I can't say the name of the story because you'll know what it's about. But he tells us that a few years ago, he lived in Mexico City with his wife,

and they were very happy because they had found out that they were going to be parents. The economic situation did not favor them much, especially because there was a topic that all the rents of houses and apartments were rising disproportionately in Mexico City. So, he tells us that he is forced to look for a new place,

looking to have this closeness to his work. And above all, the areas he was looking for were already at exorbitantly high rent prices. One day, looking on social media, scrolling, you know, looking for the typical house, be it rent in such a place, he found a house, and it's ridiculously cheap.

Why? Because it's not an apartment, it's a house. We already know that houses are more expensive, but it's not in Mexico City, it's in Aucalpan. So he tells us that he sees the photographs, he finds it very interesting, you know he puts a lot of pictures because it's a house that looks big with a patio, two floors, several rooms up and down and he was a little surprised because where the price goes it said 1000 Mexican pesos, which is equivalent to $50 a month There are people who put this kind of prices to get attention

and at the mere hour you talk and it turns out that it is much more. He thought it was one of those times that they put the price so that the publication has more movement. He grabbed his phone, dialed the number just to discard and he talks to a person. And the first thing he says is, hey, I saw your publication,

I saw that it costs so much a month, it's in so much rent, and his surprise is that this person told him, that's the price. And he's like, is it serious? You ask for two, three months of deposit, or you ask for a year,

I mean, what's going on? No, in fact, he's without a deposit. And he's like, okay, so when can we go see her? Well, today. And to not make the story so long, really, that week they were moving. And they saw this and were amazed

because it was just like in the photos, and it was a pretty big house. I mean, it had a pretty nice patio and they already visualized that their son was going to be running up and down the patio, all over the house. And they already saw a pretty full life.

He was a little far, or rather, his work was very far, but for the money he saved, he said, it's worth it. So they started living in this house, they started adapting.

They realized that upstairs there were three rooms and downstairs there were more rooms. As if this house had been a little designed, a little strange, right? As if it had many rooms, many rooms.

Like for large families or something.

Exactly. So, the days go by, the weeks go by, and strange things start to happen. We already know that this type of phenomenon always comes from less to more. But this house also had a peculiarity. Mainly, the number one was a house that, despite having large windows, the house seemed to be in darkness all the time.

Like the sunlight was blocking the house and it didn't come in. So, they said they had a lot of lights on because the house was very dark. That's very strange. Also, the house was always colder. That may have a type of explanation for the way the materials were built, fría. Eso puede tener un tipo de explicación por la forma en cómo está construida, los materiales, pero me dice de verdad a veces usábamos suéter, abrigos dentro de la casa porque era muy fría. Pensamos que era normal, pues no le

dimos importancia. El detalle de lo que sucede en esta situación y me lo dice Eric, yo la verdad me siento un feel a little guilty, or rather very guilty, because I did not live almost anything. The affected person was my wife. He says that as the days and nights passed, everything began with a cry that began to be heard. and the baby started crying. His wife heard the crying first. She said it was around 4 in the morning, between 3.40 and 3.50 in the morning.

She heard the crying of a baby, but loud, and it was heard inside the house, on the ground floor. She said he woke up and he woke him up. And she said,

Hey, listen, a baby is crying. He says, the truth is, Paco, I was very tired, I had to work and get up in an hour. So, well, the truth is, I told him, look, go to sleep, the sound comes from outside, don't be afraid of suggestions, nothing happens.

He says, I really fell asleep and my wife later told me that she couldn't sleep.

So, well, he went to work, everything was normal, My wife later told me that she couldn't sleep.

So he went to work, everything was normal. He comes back and says that he realized that his wife was a little scared or that she didn't want to be alone. When he was going to work, he said he was suffering, that he felt that the house was heavy.

But all the time, the price, I mean, let's hold on. We are saving a lot of money, we need to save for childbirth, and by this point they were approaching seven or eight weeks of pregnancy, so they were looking to save money too. He says that the days go by, and a situation happens because he comes home from work and his wife was crying. And she asks him, what happened? He says that a few hours before, she was in the laundry room putting clothes in the washing machine to wash.

And while she was doing some things, she clearly saw something moving. Then she turns her gaze and manages to baby kicking towards one of the rooms on the ground floor, which they used as a warehouse. But this was not a dream, it was not an illusion. When she turned her eyes, she saw this baby kicking. She was very excited, she ran, turned on the light, verified herself, very angry, runs, turns on the light, checks and says, well, now she's trying to make sure everything is correct,

which by the way, a baby shouldn't have to do anything inside the house. And the room was empty, with the boxes, everything normal. So she started crying, she was very scared, she started shaking. He comes back and finds her in this situation and tells her, well, don to worry, that it's probably a matter of the pregnancy,

that she's very stressed, that she's nervous, but that everything will be fine. He always gives her encouragement, but these things were already becoming very constant. The morning cries, the cries

like this newborn baby crying, the visions, this kind of thing. And it says that a few days later, in this room, look at what happened. It says that spots started to appear on the walls. Spots like when there's a very strong spot and with paint they try to cover it,

and you see that it's like a shadow. Something like that started to happen, but it started to sprout more. It's like water or moisture entered the walls and these stains began to be noticed all over the wall, all over the room. They were black stains, but they were like reds, but throwing a very dark black. So this calls your attention even more to what is happening. And Eric tells him, look, look, love, what's happening

is that they painted with very cheap paint. Don't worry, I'm going to buy paint tomorrow. I'm going to paint it. Nothing happens. I mean, he's all the time like also looking for the logical side, you know?

Without trying to calm her down either.

Exactly. So what happened, friend? Everything happens in one night. The tragedy. It was dawn, again, they hear this baby crying. And Eric's wife, a little tired, tries to sleep, like, I don't care, I'm going to sleep.

But she says she has a very strange dream. In this dream, she seems to leave her body and start walking in search of the cry. She says she started following the cry in the dark. She went down the stairs and everything was dark. She reached the ground floor and the cry became louder and louder and she was following him and she realized that this crying came from that room

where it was full of black and red spots and she realized that there was someone inside she feels that her heart stops she feels a thousand things on top and with courage she says that she looks out and sees a woman with a white robe,

but it's completely dirty, it's a dirty white. And this woman had a red stain under her navel, her robe, and in her arms she was carrying a baby that wouldn't shut up. And she would make the baby go, She was so scared and realizes that this woman hadn't seen her until she talks. They both turn to see her, she and the baby. And she describes that this thing, and she says it, this thing wasn't a baby.

It looked like a baby, but it had the face of a grown man. She was so scared. And she says that when they saw her, they started laughing. Like this, laughing, ugly. And she, very scared, says that she was paralyzed, but that her body had contractions.

Like she started to have pain, and that pain was, in some way, returning to her body. So, she wakes up, opens her eyes, and felt pain. She had very strong contractions in her belly. And she says she couldn't move. She was in sleep paralysis.

So she says she only remembered, she says, how her hands were trying to make this movement and at least reach to touch her husband's back or scratch him so he wakes up and can't. And she says that what she starts feeling is something hot between her legs, like something that is coming out of her body, but at the same time she feels like a baby

was crawling on the bed, on her legs, And this feeling makes her wake up screaming, literally screaming. Her husband, sleeping well, also wakes up, like, what's going on? And then, the wet feeling in the bed. When they turn on the light, they realize that there is a huge puddle of red vital fluid in her wife's crotch. She had a lot of stomach pain.

Eric quickly gets her into his vehicle and runs to the nearest hospital. They arrive, they analyze her, they intern her. Eric is confused, he doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't know what really happened. His wife leaves and another doctor comes out at the same time. He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't know what really happened.

His wife leaves and at the same time a doctor comes out and tells him that his wife is fine. But that unfortunately his baby had died. They lost the baby. He was like, what happened? We don't know. There's no reason. They were devastated. Their first baby.

They were idealizing how they would see him running. Confused. Destroyed by the loss of their first child. She was hospitalized for a few days, and they were preparing her to give birth. And at the hospital, before leaving, Erique, his wife, says,

she takes him by the hand and puts a face full of suffering, and says, we must leave that house. We must leave now. I'm sure this has an explanation and it's something that happened in the house.

Until now, Eric, and he admits it painfully, says, the truth is Paco, I was still incredible of everything. Well, I dedicate myself to work, my work is very forced, I'm very tired. So, well, the truth is, I thought is very forced, I'm very tired. So I thought all this was the aftermath of my wife's pregnancy. But when I saw her face of suffering, of fear, I told her, it's okay, I'm going to look for another house or another place.

And yes, she says they found another one that did have a normal price. But what I wanted was wanted her to be okay. The detail is that when they move in those same days, in that week, he discovers something. He, up to this point, thought that all this had been the product of his mind, of his husband. Part of the pregnancy. The detail is when he investigates,

and he investigates with the best detectives, who are the neighbors, you know? He walks through that house, they start talking, they ask him why he was leaving, and he says, situations happened. Something that I'm omitting, and excuse sorry, but I was missing this important point.

When he talks to the owner of the house to tell him to leave, he was afraid. Because he says, I have a contract. So, how is it that in a month and a half I'm leaving? Like, why not? So, he says he was struck by how the owner said, okay. ¿Por qué no? Entonces, dice que le llamó la atención como el dueño le dijo,

¿Está bien?

Sin poner peros, sin decir alguna negativa, acepto. Está bien, no pasa nada. Entonces, eso fue lo que lo hizo a él buscar una explicación y llegar a preguntar en algún momento. Y es donde una persona, una mujer, una vecina, le dice una de las cosas que él no podía creer. A woman, a neighbor, tells him one of the things

that he couldn't believe. And she tells him that many, many years ago, this house was like a hospital. That's why it had so many rooms. But it wasn't just any hospital. It was a clandestine hospital

where women, in the 80s and 90s would come to practice abduction. But it was a hospital that had practically no ethics because it didn't matter the time or the months of the baby, they did it. no importa el tiempo o los meses del bebé, ellos lo hacían. Y el cuarto donde prácticamente ellos veían estas cosas

que lo usaron como bodega, era el cuarto donde se practicaban todas estas cosas. Eric finaliza su correo mencionando que actualmente vive con una enorme culpa de no haberle hecho caso a su esposa desde el principio, He keeps mentioning that he currently lives with a huge guilt for not having listened to his wife from the beginning.

But he keeps mentioning, I thought it was part of his pregnancy, and he feels guilty for exposing his family in a cursed place. That's what he says.

Oh, how strong. The truth is one of the strongest stories I've read. Yes, and unfortunately, the terrible coincidence that his wife was pregnant and arrives at a place with a story on that topic.

That's right, and above all, the way they see these people, believe me, it's one of the stories I was reading this morning, the day we recorded this episode. Este ente yo créeme es de las historias que yo estaba leyendo en la madrugada de hoy en el día que grabamos este episodio que yo me imaginé a ese ente con un cuerpo de bebé pero rostro de señor imagínate qué horrible

No demasiado impactante y más porque dices que él trabajaba Así es y de alguna forma pues él sabía que la renta era económica que tenían que ahorrar as you say, he worked. And somehow he knew that the rent was economic, that they had to save. He had logical reasons to stay there, but he was the wife who lived all that.

That's right, my dear.

It's just that sometimes you don't know where you're going.

That's it. Sometimes you don't know what happened, and above all, what's still happening.

Yes, and I think that in these cases, especially of rentas, no está de más preguntar con los vecinos de, ay, ¿saben cómo qué? La historia, conocer el lugar. Sí, bueno, yo igual te tengo una historia muy buena.

Ok. Esta historia, pues, la comparten. Yo la quisiera contar en primera persona.

Adelante.

Bueno, yo consigo un trabajo good job, very expected. When I was accepted, I was very excited, I called my cousin Carla. She is a cousin that we had not talked for years. Generally, sometimes on birthdays, some or other message, but nothing else. We already lived in different cities, so the coexistence was complicated. cumpleaños, alguno que otro mensaje, pero nada más. Ya vivíamos en ciudades diferentes, entonces la convivencia era complicada. Cuando yo le comento que me voy a mudar a su ciudad

para trabajar, ella muy emocionada me ofrece quedarme en su casa, en lo que yo puedo encontrar un lugar donde rentar. Me dice, mi casa es muy grande, va's going to be like in the old days. I was very grateful, I accepted her invitation. I remember that I came to my cousin's house one Saturday afternoon. She welcomed me with a smile, a warm hug. We started talking about what had happened to us in our childhood,écdotas, los juegos, las travesuras que hacíamos. Y pues era como si el tiempo no hubiera pasado realmente. Éramos las mismas primas, con la misma amistad de siempre.

Su casa, como me había dicho por la llamada, era una casa grande. Era una casa antigua, pero muy bien cuidada, but very well taken care of, very beautiful and it had a quiet atmosphere. So that was a great help for me because arriving in an unknown city is difficult, right? Having a safe place to arrive, it reassured me. Ya por la noche subo a la habitación que mi prima me había dado y empiezo a desempacar mis cosas. Abro la maleta, pues saco mi ropa, mi computadora, empiezo a acomodar. En eso yo siento que me miran por la puerta. Yo estaba de espaldas a la puerta. Entonces yo estaba segura que era mi prima. Entonces volte para saludarla y no había nadie.

Entonces se me hizo muy extraño. Caminé hacia la puerta para pues asomarme en el pasillo a ver si estaba ella y no había nadie. Entonces yo le llamo, Carla, ¿sí, qué pasó? me responde pero desde el piso de abajo. Le digo, ¿De casualidad tú subiste aquí al cuarto? Y me dice, ¿No? ¿Por qué? No, nada, solamente pues creí verte. Entonces pues se me hizo muy extraño, pero pues lo dejé pasar, seguí con lo mío, ¿No?

Ya por la noche estaba yo ya durmiendo, I continued with my own. At night I was already sleeping, but I heard a very strange sound that woke me up. It was like a sigh, a breath, very slow and very paused. It came from the right side of my bed.

It was... I... With fear... I start to open my eyes... I turn around... There's no one.

I turn to the other side... And I see a person standing right next to my bed, looking at me. I get horrified... y veo a una persona parada justo al lado de mi cama viéndome. Me espanto horrible, me brinco a encender la lámpara del buró de al lado. Cuando se enciende la luz no ve a nadie. Me quedo con una sensación extraña en el pecho, mi corazón palpitaba.

Al mil por hora me agacho a revisar abajo de la cama, no ve a nada. Qué miedo.

Era ilógico para mí. I went to check under the bed, there was nothing. How scary. It was illogical for me. I checked the closet, there was nothing, everything was normal. The room looked normal, everything was in place. I decided to sleep, but the truth is that it was hard for me to reconcile the sleep that night. Unfortunately, the following nights were not better. noche. Lamentablemente, las noches siguientes no fueron mejores.

Empecé a escuchar sonidos, pero específicamente provenían del armario. Escuchaba como si hubiera una persona ahí dentro, como si se moviera y su piel rosara con la madera. Escuchaba como crujía, como arañaban, eran sonidos tenues pero constantes. Yo empecé a dormir mal, la verdad esos sonidos me mantenían despierta, hasta que una mañana no aguanté más y le pregunté a mi prima Oye alguien más tiene

las llaves de la casa y me dice no porque no nada por por seguridad digo Pero yo sentí que ella sabía algo que no me quería decir y yo tampoco tenía el valor pues de preguntarle directamente I knew something that he didn't want to tell me. And I didn't have the courage to ask him directly. I avoided being alone in that house because I constantly felt looks.

I felt that someone was looking at me. I felt like they were going to stab me in the neck. And it started to be very heavy for me. Unfortunately, my cousin sometimes had to go out to do her things. I couldn't help but be alone. And sometimes I felt like a shadow was passing by,

from one point to another. One afternoon, I was stuck in my work on my computer and time passed. The hours passed and I didn't even realize it was already dark. The only light that illuminated the space was my computer's. I was working when suddenly I heard a sigh just in my neck,

just like the first night. A slow and paused breath. My skin trembled, it got me all wrinkly. I turned around and I didn't see anything. When I tried to get up to turn on the light, the chair that was right next to me

dragged on the floor and fell. I was invaded by fear and adrenaline, I wanted to run to turn on the light. But before I could turn it on, I saw the shadow, the image of a person right in the middle of the door. I was cold, motionless, I couldn't walk. In that, I shouted desperately, motionless, I couldn't walk. In that moment, I scream, desperate, Carla!

My cousin opens the front door, scared, what happened? Are you okay? I couldn't take it anymore, and at that point I start crying. I start telling her everything I had experienced, from the night I arrived, the look I felt when I was left alone, those looks, shadows passing. She hugs me and says,

calm down, you're going to be fine. In that, you start to hear the fuses moving in the kitchen, as if someone was moving them. My computer starts to blink. The sounds of the fuses start to sound, falling. Mi computadora empieza a parpadear. Empieza a sonar los ruidos de los trases cayéndose. Mi prima me suelta y me dice,

¡Abuela, basta!

Ok.

Yo me quedo por perpleja y los ruidos cesan. Todo se queda en silencio.

Mi prima me toma de la mano The noises cease. Everything is silent.

My cousin takes my hand and takes me to a corner of her house where she had an altar. They had a lot of old photos, a lot of candles, but they were out. She takes the lighter and with her trembling hand, starts lighting one by one. And she says,

this house belonged to my great-grandmother. But no one can live here more than me. She doesn't accept anyone more than me. She rejects everyone else. And I keep thinking and I say,

what do you mean by she that she rejects them?

Well, since she died, I've been seeing her. No one else can stand being here, except me.

Oh.

But apparently, she's going to accept you too. You can stay. I didn't say anything. I was there for just another week until I found a place to rent. I moved as soon as I could.

I honestly don't understand and I'm afraid of my cousin's relationship with her grandmother. That's the story they send us. And what really impacts me about this is that sometimes we don't know the connections that people with entities or beings from the beyond have.

I can only say that what you said is more recurrent than people imagine. Because normally, people, especially people from before, generated a great love for their home or their property, to the extent that there were people who buried money. So that's not new, people already know it. But imagine that a person has already transcended this plane, no longer belongs to the world of the living and continues to take care of a property that no longer belongs to the world of the living, and it continues to take care of a property that no longer belongs to it. That to me is something incredible, amazing,

and at the same time quite terrifying, because you don't know how far these types of spirits can go in order to have or safeguard what they think is still theirs.

Yes, that's right, to the point that nadie más podía vivir ahí más que la prima. Y es que, pues era una relación de primas normales. Ella iba a ver a la prima de su infancia, con quien jugaba, con quien compartía. Y se encuentra, pues, con una mujer adulta que ya tuvo otras experiencias y que nunca se imaginó que podía tener una de ese tipo, ¿no? Así es. that already had other experiences and that never imagined that he could have one of those.

That's right. Look, I want to tell you this second story that I find so interesting. If I can say the title of this story, it's called The Man Who F***ed. It's shared by Ricardo and Ricardo tells us something he lived and he puts it to me in black, he tells me no one believes us what happened to us and that is why we stop talking about this story but with confidence I share it with you so that you can tell it. At that time, Ricardo came from a very religious family. Very catholic, very close to the church, very religious. So his family influenced Ricardo's friendships a lot. You know, you can't have friends like that, He's very street-minded. He's, I don't know, always, always affecting his friends.

And that's how I met Genaro. Genaro was the son of a family of quite religious people. And curiously, he thought he wouldn't get along with Genaro. You know? Because Ricardo wasn't. So he said, I'm not going to get along with him. Because Ricardo even doubted the existence of God.

And he only went to church because his family took him. His surprise was that Genaro was exactly like him. It was his religious family, but not him. So they had a lot in common. And they became great friends. Great, great friends.

And only with them, their families would let them stay at their house. So that was great for them because, the truth is, Genaro, Ricardo Genaro, was a guy like anyone else. He wasn't religious, he wasn't like I thought he was going to be. And he was a very good friend. And the cool thing about this is that the two shared the love for the paranormal.

They really liked to watch hidden horror movies. Even at some point, he tells us that they played Ouija. So, they both got together and they liked the extreme to such a degree that they started doing something in secret. They would investigate the abandoned places in their city and they would agree to each one telling their parents

that they were going to spend the night at the other's house so that they could go exploring. And so they did for three very long years. They went to hospitals, to schools, and places that were not cursed, abandoned. And well, the truth is that back then, they still had these cameras that were roll cameras.

I mean, they weren't cell phone cameras yet. So, all the explorations we have, we never documented them, really, because they didn't have, and they didn't do that. They did it for pleasure. So, he says, once at school, because curiosamente los dos iban en la misma escuela, dice me llegó un rumor

bastante fuerte y empezó a investigar y su sorpresa fue que había una casa, el detalle es que esta casa no estaba en su ciudad, estaba a varios kilómetros, pero He wasn't in his city. He was several kilometers away. But something caught his attention. This house was a cursed place. It had a history. And they, like all the time they spent entering these places, couldn't let go of this great, great opportunity. So what happens is that Genaro tells him,

he says, hey, there's a house and that's where he tells the story. And I'm going to tell you about it now. This house is in a state in Mexico and the story belongs to a man named Agustin. A man who was quite hardworking, in fact, very respectful. It is said that he came from a family of doctors and doctors,

and that Agustin apparently led a perfect and exemplary life. His wife, his two children, everything was fine. Nobody would think that something would happen to these people. The detail, and what the rumors tell us, is that the neighbors simply heard the screams of children in that house in the early morning, approximately at 4 am.

What happened? There was a crime scene there. The house ended in flames and the story is that this man says the rumors that he had been acting strange days before and that one day he just got out of bed, went to the kitchen and decided to send the other world, his wife and his two children.

In the end, this man went into his bedroom where he slept,

with a window where he slept,

with a window where he could see everything. People say he left his house because there were so many screams.

Yes.

And this man decides to set that house on fire, with himself inside. And the last thing that was known was that this man died of whatever, inside his room, but the people who managed to see him said that he didn't seem to mutate in the face of the pain of the fire. On the contrary, they say he was looking out the window

with a smile on his face. And so, until his skin was falling off his face, well, this was was so tragic. So Ricardo tells all this to Genaro and they say, we have to go, we definitely have to go. And so the plot begins.

He says that this time they had to tell a lie a little different, because since they were going to go to a faraway place, they agreed that it would be a two-day trip. So he says, the truth was not so difficult, our parents agreed. And in the evening, they agreed to take a truck

in the direction of this other city. They arrived, they were carrying a backpack, they were carrying flashlights, and they were carrying an old camera, one of those that I told you were for roll, and they were carrying flashlights, and they were carrying an old camera, one of those that I told you were for roll, and they were carrying flashlights and everything, even food. He says that when they arrived at the house, which really looked like a gloomy place, you know, everything burned or shabby, as they call it, like already in black work, everything dark. and it was all dark and they came in.

It says that they gave their lives because they had never entered a cursed house. And it's cursed because the neighbors said that every day at 4 or 10 in the morning, they heard the screams of the children.

Oh no.

So they were happy because they were in a cursed house. They walked all over the first floor, the patio, the rooms, the kitchen, the living room, and they were joking. They say that when they entered, they realized that there was a nightmare, something that was not in the other places where they had gone. It was evident that what was in this house was strong. He says that he gave them

the early morning walking through the whole house, touring it until they reached the second floor. And that's where they got to the room of this man, where he sets fire to the whole house and he starts burning. He says that they felt, when they were about to enter, a cold air, very cold that reached their bones. And he says that when they entered, they saw an old wooden closet, all burned, all black, ugly. And he says that at that moment something happened.

For a very simple situation, they started arguing. But Ricardo says, I realized that it was something strange. I really wanted to hit Genaro, I wanted to shut his mouth. And he said, because of you we are going to hell, look where we are. I mean, something happened. I mean, they were fighting in a stupid and unreasonable way.

He pushed me, I pushed him, but I was the most stubborn. My mind at that moment was like, this is not normal. We are fighting without having to fight. So he says, I leave the room, as I could, I take out Genaro, his friend, and when they left, they were like, what happened? Why are we fighting? No, well, excuse me, I mean, it was obvious, it was obvious that there was something in there

that was influencing them. They were carrying these walkie-talk, and sometimes we would split up. And he says that they were about to give birth at 4 in the morning, when it was supposed that at 4 days after the tragedy, they heard screams. So he says that they were already close to 4 in the morning, and they were laughing among themselves, but Ricardo says,

the truth is that Paco, I was already very scared, but I didn't want to look like him. But Genaro was also scared. And we decided, you know what? Let's go. Let's go, let's go, because it's late. We both said, let's go.

Before it was 4.10.

It was like 4.03, 4.05 when they decided to leave. and They went down the stairs, but oh surprise, they were already under the power and control of whatever was there. They say that the stairs began to lengthen. They went down, down and they did not finish going down the stairs and they knew perfectly well that this was no longer normal. It was just a floor, that like 15 seconds to go down stairs, 20 seconds and that's it. They went down,

and it looked like they were going on a snail's ladder, and they didn't finish going down, and they didn't go down, until one of them realized that down there,

almost reaching the first floor, there was that same shadow. But it was a big, and very fast, they both run again to the top, already at this point crying, trembling with fear. Ricardo says that when they reach the second floor, something very strange happened,

as if at some point he gets distracted, he loses his friend, Genaro, and he like that, of I was hungry and I didn't care, but I had to find my friend. I couldn't imagine if something was wrong with him. He says his radio started to play. And I said, Ricardo, I'm in the room, I hid in the closet, come please, come, come, come. And he says, I know where he is. So he goes to the room and when he arrives, he sees a terrifying scene. He says that when he gets to the room,

it's as if he enters another reality and sees the scene. First, he sees a man. This man says that he made fun of him and that every time he spoke, his voice came out of Genaro's voice. Okay. He was imitating Genaro's voice. Okay.

He was imitating his friend's voice.

Yes.

And he said he couldn't move, he was paralyzed. Suddenly, he changes the scene and sees how this man takes an object, a succubus, and sees two children and a woman and sees how he f***s them up

and the screams started to sound but he says that something strange was happening the screams of Genaro, the boys and the woman came from his mouth like when he opened his mouth so many voices came out

like from his mouth they emitted all the sounds were coming out of his mouth. He looked at the clock and it was 4 o'clock in the morning. He said, Genaro's walkie-talkie was on the floor. He was the one who had spoken so that I could get up. I fell for his trap.

He said, I thought I was going to pass out. He was going to pass out. He was going to pass out, but he took that last impulse to be able to run and go down the stairs running. Going down to the first floor, he collides with Genaro, who was down there too. And he says, I had never been so happy to have seen my friend.

Yes.

He worried about me. And I told him that I was up and he says, I was going to go up for you. Yes. They turn around and again, in that window of that room where the tragedy happened, that man. He was standing there watching them, but he says he kept moving his mouth and he kept screaming. Screams of children, of women. They say that when they assimilate all this, they couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe what had happened.

The next day at school, they tell their classmates. Nobody believes them. And Ricardo says, it's been more than 25 years and nobody has believed us. We stopped telling this. But when he heard about the podcast, he shared his story with us. nadie, dejamos de contar esto, pero cuando conoció el podcast se animó a

compartirnos su historia. Esto es impresionante lo que vivió.

Sí, porque aparte del tema paranormal es el tema mental, ¿no?

Así es.

De las escaleras, es como si hubieran estado en un bucle.

Así es.

Repitiendo y repitiendo, y no lograban salir de ahí. Y luego también este, el jugar con las voces, ¿no? repeating and repeating and they couldn't get out of there. And then also playing with the voices, right? I think that's something... I remember that they told me when you hear someone talking to you and saying your name, you don't respond. Exactly. It's better you see and ask what happened, who do you think they are talking to? Because they say it's bad. But if it's the mental issue, it's complicated. is I have a story. Amanda shares this story. Okay.

Amanda moves out of town. She moves to a new city, to a new neighborhood. And everything seemed to be normal. A normal neighborhood, normal neighbors. Everything was quiet. The only thing that was a little off was the house next door, where she would live. It was a house, she mentions, with an abandoned appearance. It had broken windows, old curtains. Super neglected.

Neglected, the paint was almost falling. Cortanas rotas, cortinas viejas. Super descuidada. Descuidada, la pintura ya casi cayéndose. Le causaba como cierto nerviosismo cuando pasaba por ahí, pero pues ella decidió ignorarlo y centrarse pues en la nueva vida que estaba empezando. En la casa de enfrente vivía un viejito. Este viejito pues generalmente se lo encontraba en la mecedora de su jardín, regando sus plantas, tenía un jardín muy bonito y era

muy amable. Ella, cuando salía al trabajar o regresaba, él siempre la saludaba, buenos días vecina, buenas tardes vecina y pues siempre con una sonrisa muy muy amable y ella le respondía buenos días, buenas tardes, y ya, continuaba. Todo marchaba normal. Una noche, saliendo de bañarse, camina pues del baño a su recámara, y su recámara quedaba, justo colindaba con la casa abandonada. En eso, cuando se está terminando de arreglarse,

ella siente por la vez que está en el baño, She was just hanging out with the house, abandoned. In that, when she's finishing getting ready, she feels through the window as if someone was looking at her. Then, she unconsciously turns around and sees a shadow pass by, from side to side. Then she gets scared and runs to close the curtain. de lado a lado. Entonces ella se espanta y corre a cerrar la cortina. Y dice, son,

es mi idea, pues la casa está abandonada, no pasa nada, y no quería como que centrarse en el tema para no sugestionarse, ¿no?

Claro.

Esa noche le cuesta trabajar o dormir. Pero después de ese día, durante las noches That night it's hard for him to work or sleep. But...

After that day, during the following nights, things don't get better.

He starts hearing strange sounds

coming from the next door. They were sounds like a crying child.

She said, they must be cats in heat. I didn't want to think about it anymore. They must be cats. And the noises continued every night. Every night. One morning,

she was in her bedroom. She looked out the window and saw the silhouette of a tall, thin man. in her bedroom, she goes through the window and sees the silhouette of a tall, thin man just a few steps away from the window,

as if she didn't want to be seen at all, as if she was hiding.

Okay.

She is stunned, but se queda como pasmada. Pero ya con el desvelo que tuvo la noche anterior, dijo, debe ser, mi mente está cansada. Entonces lo deja pasar. Esa misma noche, escucha pasos. Tan cerca como si estuvieran casi afuera de su recámara. Eran pasos pesados, concisos. as close as if they were almost outside of their bedroom.

They were heavy, concise steps. She says, it can't be possible if the house next door is abandoned.

Of course.

Why do I hear steps if no one lives there? That night she doesn't sleep at all. When dawn comes, she decides to start her day, she gets up, prepares breakfast, no duerme nada cuando amanece decide iniciar su día se levanta se prepara el desayuno está desayunando toma el café y nuevamente tiene la misma sensación de que alguien la observa le entra un escalofrío por todo el cuerpo ya con miedo

voltea la mirada hacia la ventana lentamente y de ahí Okay. She had pale skin, almost translucent. And her eyes fixed on her. She couldn't take it anymore. Her hands started shaking. She dropped the cup of coffee and ran out, shouting for help. She left her house and in front of her was her neighbor, the old man. He was watering the plants with his grandson.

As soon as the neighbor sees her, he asks her, What's wrong? Are you okay? She answers, No, I'm not okay. This just happened to me. I just saw a person there in the window. When they turn around, they saw the curtain of the window moving slowly,

as if someone was watching them. Did he see him? He said he saw him. The old man said, yes. Don't worry, I'll fix it. They walk her to the door of her house. She sees the old man enter the house from the side.

She locks herself in, with confidence, and just waits. She trembles. The whole body trembles. A few minutes later, she hears a heartbreaking scream. Of pain. She is frightened, takes the phone and calls the police.

Please come. I don't know what's going on, but please come quickly. She gives them the address, the police arrive and enter the house next door. When the police enter, they see a dead man on the floor. But he's not the man you think he is. The man lying on the floor was tall, thin, with long hair and pale skin. He had a knife stuck in his chest.

The police report said it had been his son.

At that moment, she finds out that this man lived in that house for years, but he didn't pay for his house, he didn't go out, he was always out of order. But he was a person who lived in that house.

Okay.

She, confused, asks him, And my neighbor, the old man? And the police officer asks her, Who is the old man? Yes, my neighbor. He came to my help. No, there is no no hay nadie más, no hay ningún anciano.

Una de las vecinas que estaba escuchando la situación se acerca y le pregunta Hija, ¿de quién hablas? Pues de mi vecino, el anciano que vive en mi casa de enfrente. Él vive con su nietecito. No, esa casa lleva años abandonada. Nadie vive ahí.

¿Qué?

Desde ese día, Amanda no volvió a ver a su vecino al anciano. En ocasiones, cuando regresa del trabajo y pasa por esa casa, por la casa de enfrente, In some occasions, when he returns from work and passes by the house in front of him, he feels a chill that runs through his body. And when he turns to look out the window, he sees the shadow of a child peeking out the window.

The grandson of the old man.

The grandson of the old man. Hey, but did a real person really die there? He died, yes. and La persona real, era una persona. Pero ella todo el tiempo pensó que era un fantasma, no sé, un ente.

Y el ente resultó ser el otro.

El ente resultó ser el anciano.

Okay, ya entendí.

Sí, es, las apariencias a veces nos engañan, ¿no? Lo que parecía ser la que hace de enfrente un hogar con jardín, con un anciano pues amable, con su nietecito, realmente era un ente. Y al parecer, por lo que sucedió con el vecino de al lado, pues era un ente maligno.

Mira, pareciera que nos vamos a poner, o que nos pusimos de acuerdo con ese tipo de fenómeno en especial, porque de eso trata mi última historia. We agree with that kind of phenomenon in particular, because that's what my last story is about. This one is called the Three Strikes.

Okay.

This seems like a classic, because many out there know or have the idea of what the Three Strikes mean on the walls. For some, it's an insult to the Holy Trinity, Father, Son, Holy Spirit, for others it is simply to call your attention and there are many symbolisms and meanings through the three blows. This story that I am going to tell you is shared by Gabriel. Gabriel tells us that he is from León, Guanajuato. He sends you a greeting, Gabriel, thank you for sharing your story with us. He tells us that, well, he is looking for a house closer He tells us that he is looking for a house

closer to his work because he is hired by a company that produces shoes. And he is looking for a house close by. So he finds a house, pretty good, very nice photos, everything very, very cool. This one didn't have a cheap price like the first story, a normal price.

As soon as he arrives to live, he was a young man, 27 years old, alone, and he leaves with his two parakeets named Luca and Nieve. They are his two parakeets that he took in his cages. He says that suddenly he took them out of the cage, that they walked, but they were his them to their cages. He says that he would take them out of the cage and they would walk around, but they were his friends, his companions. He tells them that this house had a peculiarity. And let's see, what happened?

He tells us that it all started one night. They would hear three knocks on the wall out of nowhere. But he tells us it's like seeing a person on the other side and just, bam, going, going. And the next day, these noises were at any time of the day or night. I mean, it wasn't something exclusively at night. So he says sometimes he was reading a book on the couch, in his break, he was washing clothes,

he was sleeping, and you could hear the three knocks a lot and these noises. estaba lavando ropa, estaba durmiendo, y se escuchaba muchísimo los tres golpes y estos ruidos, a veces en su cuarto, a veces en la sala, o incluso a veces en el baño. Entonces pues esto él se hizo muy extraño y él como toda persona yo creo primero piensa un tema pues bastante lógico, ¿no? La casa es vieja, las and it was pretty logical, right? The house is old, the pipes, it's creaking, I don't know. We can put a lot of meanings or logic, but things were getting worse. After this, he tells us that in the first week,

these three blows are still after this, I heard how his little fangs began to growl. He said he would go out and peek and see how they flew inside the cage like crazy. And he says, but it's weird that they do that. He says he took them out, took them to his room and there he had them. But they were restless. Restless. And watch out there because animals are very susceptible to this type of situation.

Yes, yes, yes.

So he says he kept going and his parakeets even knew before the blows sounded. They were restless before and after a while the beatings began. Tired, he talks to his landlord, the owner, and says, You know what, friend? Come and see, I need you to send me a worker, someone. Because the house has a lot of noise, the walls, I don't know what's going on. The man apologizes, and says,

This week I'll send someone. Okay? He says that was in the morning, around 9 in the morning. semana le mando a alguien ok dice que eso fue en la mañana como a las 9 de la mañana como a las 5 de la tarde y le tocan la puerta y era un señor y le dice que venía pues a ver qué onda con la casa a él se le hizo algo muy rápido así de ala que rápido no y que buen servicio

un señor ya grande de edad que llevaba como un morralito que llevaba herramientas y este y estas cosas dice que empezó a checar los cuartos se demoró como 20 He was a grown man, with a bag, and tools, and all that. He started to check the rooms, and it took him about 20 minutes. He says that this man comes out and says to the house, It's done, it's fine. But he says that when he turns around and tries to leave,

he says a phrase, and he says, You should leave. He hears that, and he says, sorry, he didn't say anything to the man. He hears that and says, sorry, he didn't say anything to the man. He grabbed him and left. That night was the worst.

Because it says that night falls and the little parakeets start to get restless. Getting restless, very ugly. He mentions that he started to hear this blow now, but as if they were hitting under his bed. So that breaks all logic. I'm He was supposed to have already checked the house, but the next morning, looking for logic, he kind of gave up, you know? Nothing happens, the house is old, I'm going to look for another house. He was already planning to move, but that second night something else happened.

He says that his parakeets were starting to get restless again. And again. in He felt a metallic taste in his lips. Strange. And he says he wakes up. And the first thing he does is go see his parakeets. And he realizes that one of them was in the cage.

Dead.

Oh no.

And the other one wasn't. Where is it? He says he walks around the room. He doesn't see it. He goes back to the room and that's where he finds him. He hadn't seen him.

He was on the floor, but on one side was the body, and on the other was his little face.

No, in a...

He was like, but what happened?

Yes.

What happened?

He says he quickly goes to the bathroom, but that's where he sees his hands. He had red hands, stained. And when he looks in the mirror, around his mouth he had stains of blood. And he was so confused, like, did I hurt my pet? I mean, he didn't know what was going on.

He was very confused. Everything was so strange, so weird. Suddenly, the wall of his room started ringing again. It was 9 in the morning. Quickly, the desperate man took a hammer from his toolbox and started breaking the wall like crazy. It was very easy. and starts breaking the wall like crazy.

It was very easy. The walls were very old. And you won't believe what he finds. He finds a small alajero. It said 1803-1865. A man, full of last names

but what is this?

open the box and inside there is a photograph of this man. It was the same face of the person who had come to compose those strange noises he does not understand what is happening he does not know what going on with the house. The doorbell rings and it's a man shouting,

Hey, good morning. Don Guicho just sent me. I'm here to check the construction, the walls that say the pipes are ringing. Confused. Everything is 100% confused.

The man comes in, but he already calls the owner just to confirm. And he says, yes, until today I just sent the employee to check. This is super confusing. That same day, Gabriel tells us that he takes his things and leaves the place. He saw the owner of the house. Yes.

And he told him to leave.

It was like a warning.

It was a warning.

In fact, the three blows sometimes also have a meaning, right? That's right.

It's like a warning.

That's right.

What things are very, very strong things.

Yes, and apart from his, his parakeets.

Imagine.

To the point of... he wakes up without knowing what had happened. That's right. He tastes it in his mouth and sees his pets there. I also imagine the emotional impact of thinking, feeling guilty that he caused that. That's right.

Can you imagine? What guilt, qué culpabilidad, ¿no?

Qué feo. Sí, el tema de los golpes, dijeras tú, parece que nos pusimos de acuerdo con las historias. Yo igual tengo una historia. Esta historia la voy a contar igual en primera persona y con mucho respeto para las pérdidas de la persona que nos envía su historia. I want to say it in person and with a lot of respect for the losses of the person who sent us his story.

Okay.

I never wanted to move alone. But after my divorce, I needed silence. I find an apartment with a very low income. It was an old building, but the truth is that for the price it was worth it.

Yes.

The first week was strange. The pipes made noises, which to a certain extent is normal in such old buildings.

Sure. which to a certain extent is normal in such old buildings.

But I started hearing the blows on the eighth night. They were two blows in a row with only two seconds of difference. It kept me awake that night. it was complicated to sleep. These blows came from above, just above my room. At first I thought someone had moved, which was strange because I had seen the entire floor empty.

These blows always appeared at 2.50 in the morning.

Okay.

On time, exactly. Every night, two blows at 2.50 in the morning. I tried everything. I tried to put loud music, the television, use headphones. But despite that, the beats were still being heard. It was as if, no matter how much volume I put on, those sounds were intensifying. One night I got up and I went up, along with a stick that I found in the toilet. Yes.

I waited there, it was 2.50 in the morning,

and it started to ring. Knock, knock. Right in front of me, the door didn't even move. Then I knocked to see if someone opened it.

Nothing was heard, there was silence and the door was locked. I couldn't go in, so I resigned and went down to my room. One morning, while I was trying to sleep, I heard my daughter's voice, coming from the room upstairs. Dad, I'm cold. Why did you leave me? I got out of bed, ran up the stairs,

tried to open the door, but it was closed. I called, I rang, but no one answered. I put my ear to the door and there was absolute silence. And then I started to hear, it was almost a whisper, almost inaudible. It said, Ener, Ener, Ener. My name is René. Ener. Ener. Ener.

My name is René. Then I realized and I said to myself why do I hear my daughter's voice if my daughter is already dead?

When I came to my senses I decided to go down to my room and I tried to sleep. Cuando entré en razón, decidí bajar a mi cuarto e intenté dormir. La noche siguiente, soñé con mi hija. Soñé que ella estaba en un cuarto, como atrapada. Ella lloraba.

Yo me acerqué a ella para abrazarla y cuando volteó, I was trapped. She was crying. I came to her to hug her, and when she turned around, she had no mouth, and her eyes were empty. I woke up exalted, screaming, crying, sweating. I couldn't explain why I had such a horrible dream. The next day, when I got back from work, I saw the door of the house open,

the house above my room. I decided to go in. The house was full of dust, it was practically empty. There was a strange smell. I started checking the rooms.

It was the same house of my dreams, just as I had dreamed it. When I enter one of the rooms, I see the dirty floor, the torn walls, as if someone had been there and wanted to leave. On the floor there was a metal chair lying down and there was a music box. It was broken. I...

I left crying.

That music box was the same as my daughter's. It was as if they had opened the most painful wound in my past. That night I dreamed again of my daughter. I dreamed that she was looking at me while I was sleeping. And when I woke up I wanted to hug her, but she ran to the room upstairs. I ran after her to reach her. When I entered that room,

my daughter was crying on the floor, looking at the wall. I wanted to come closer to hug her and comfort her, but when she turned around, she wasn't my daughter, she was another girl.

She saw me and said, No era mi hija, era otra niña.

Me vio y me dijo,

Papá, ¿por qué me abandonaste?

¿Por qué me dejaste morir aquí?

¿Por qué no me quieres? ¿Por qué no me quisiste?

Sentí un dolor en el estómago y tanta pena grief for that girl. I hugged her. And when I woke up, I had my eyes swollen from crying so much. I was on the floor, in the room of that house, in that room, with the walls torn, I cried. I still don't know if what happened that night was real or not. When I went down to my room and took off my shirt, I still smelled my daughter impregnated in it.

I found out through the neighbors impregnado en ella. Me enteré por medio de los vecinos que en la casa de arriba había vivido una familia. Tenían una hija que tenía problemas mentales y desconocen la causa, pero la niña falleció en esa habitación.

Yo no pude más y me fui. Abandonó el lugar. I couldn't take it anymore and I left. Oh my God. He left the place. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take it. This story is difficult because, like the previous stories,

like the one you told me about the pregnant woman in the house, he also comes to rent a place la que me contaste de la mujer embarazada en la casa, él también llega a rentar a un lugar en donde tenía la historia de una niña que había fallecido ahí. Y él tenía una niña que también había fallecido, entonces es como si se encontraran.

Así es. Qué fuerte, fíjate cómo recuerdo mucho cuando entrevisté a una mujer que es madre, dice que llegó a una casa donde había almas de niños, I remember a lot when I interviewed a woman who is a mother. She says she came to a house where there were children's souls. That's strange. They told her, do you want to be my mom?

And that kind of thing. They are very strong, my friend. That kind of story, I tell you, almost always what makes a house cursed. It's a tragic, terrifying fact. Where there was a spill of innocent blood, where a tragedy happened. And they remain, I've said it many times in the past,

they remain as marked or sealed, and they are places that become cursed at some point.

Yes, all the pain that the spaces spaces, the rooms. That's right. The doors, for example, he mentions that it was heard that they knocked on the door.

Aha.

To me, the doors also seem like something mystical, it draws my attention because it is the only thing that divides a space from another.

That's right.

And you can be, I mean, how a house is composed, right? Rooms, bedrooms, and doors. Yes. Y tú puedes estar... o sea, ¿cómo se compone una casa? ¿no? Habitaciones, recámaras, este... y puertas.

Sí.

Y las puertas son los que dividen todo. Y puedes entrar de un espacio a otro por medio de una puerta.

Ajá.

Entonces, este... sí.

El portal, ¿no?

Sí, exacto.

Así es. ¡Qué fuerte!

¿Cómo te la pasaste, amiga? I hope that those who listen to us and watch us, have enjoyed these stories. I felt both with yours and with the girls. Yes, they were very good, really.

Hey, remind us of your social media, please.

Yes, well, on Instagram I appear as Ivoneka.

Perfect, friend. Thank you very much. Family, thank you also to all those who reach the end. You know that I really like those who finish the episodes. Please don't forget before you leave, subscribe to the channel, activate the notifications,

follow us on all social media, on Spotify too. And remember that this is still in a part that is left for our safe place. www.podcastextranormal.com.mx My name is Paco Arias, and I'll see you in another episode.

Ciao.

Since the first night, Victoria began to hear heartbreaking screams of a man. They mention as if it were a man who was tortured. Jonathan assured that for a moment when he opened the door that gave the cistern, he saw not one, several bodies floating without heads. In this place, they had kidnapped men, women, and children.

And I saw a hand in the handrail, cut. Clenched. It was a hand with a gnawed nail, with long nails, with blood, with dry blood stuck. The smoke that came out was the smoke of the asses that were in the basement. The smoke that came out was the smoke of the asses that were in the basement. The hand, the screams of the people.