Algo se aparece en la Casa de los Mineros (relatos de casas embrujadas)

In this case of Guanajuato, we lived only a companion of Chilean and I, and I...

I asked for what I could have had.

“Did you hear something? Someone walking in the second floor of this house, where is it? We are only two.”

One that is surrounded by a space where it is normal, surrounded by the door. Perhaps, it is in the view of everything. Perhaps only someone could perceive it. But there it is. There is a place where there is a ghost, where there is something that is not human, it can exist close to us, to feed us of our fear. Or perhaps it is a place marked by energy. For the life of its inhabitants, there is no way to know it. What can you figure out is that the stories that they listen to this night, they will be close to the door before they sleep, apart from them.

And ignore any sound that goes down from the door. So they must be taken. They are entering the next relationships of the night. Hello community, I am Varva Seura. Envious of the story of my father, in my family we are big fans of you. That is why we listen to your stories, and that can be my father's motive to send you one of the dreams. So this is your relationship. I want to tell you something that comes along for many years when I worked as a teacher in my home.

I am Chilean, born and created already, and during a part of my life I worked in different countries.

It was never a person who believed in fantasmas my things for normal beings.

In fact, among us, any one who wants to talk about those things normally ended up being killed by God. For myself, what people do is not to be able to explain without being in the place. In the normal place. This happened 2008. The company didn't want to become a capital school.

“Second, they told me a certain number of years ago, so it's not very important to be related to him.”

It was built on a client, with many houses there, and that gave some little squares to the cathedral.

It was completely normal. It was a modern, beautiful house, even just for what we were built.

It had an impressive view of the city, and space was over for several workers. In the beginning, we only lived in Chile in Chile, and I... In Chile, we had worked together before, before our projects, and we met many years ago. It had already been a whole day between us. During the day, the houses felt less like that, because it seemed like a dream to cook,

to make the city, but the nights, in the nights everything changed. The silence was too much.

“The thing was that even in our other moments, where it seemed that each of us was completely alone.”

The rooms were that were in the lower part, and the rain was in the kitchen, the food and the salt. Things were suddenly lost. And a night passed by. I was slept when my friend entered the hall of my room to wake me up. We had to go inside.

I told him that the rivers were listening to noise, as if they were going to rest, they were moving the seats at the cometor. All day, I slept, I realized to see the city on its side. In a way, in a way, it was easy for me to enter. But he was ready to contact my friend, bringing him up, and using those ancient holes

to sleep and finish him in a pump. The scene seemed so ridiculous that I thought he was exaggerating, or that he had confused some noise from the room. I told him that he was surely imagining things. But I insisting that he ended up following him.

We went to the cometor and he didn't find anything.

The chairs are comfortable.

The doors are closed.

“There was no way someone would come back to the house.”

So we decided to sleep.

And the next one is on the right side of the cell.

But the next night passed exactly the same. Another time, my friend, telling him that the windows were closed. This time, I didn't see it only on its side. It was also confused because it was safe for months, that the chairs heard clearly about their room.

That they were moving. While I was being practically empty, I didn't hear anything. We returned to their place. There wasn't anything else. But now there was something different. One of those chairs, heavy.

It was slightly separated from the table. It was almost someone who had been able to think that it was the same as before. And it was the same thought. But the morning was quiet. We asked the lord of the cell.

And he always had to leave the room.

Perfectly turned out before he was.

“It was a custom that had to work with the kids”

who were very special in terms of the room. I remember that when I said that, the room was completely empty. That same night, if I had to move on to the door, because I wanted to sleep alone.

We ended up losing four rooms to avoid their kids and curiously decided to let them listen to the noise. After a few days of silence, the old worker told me to stay with us. He never told us anything.

We didn't want him to be like that and I was just talking to him. But I didn't want him to be like that. That's it. The man left his room to go to the bathroom

and when he was going to go to the stairs, he saw a scene falling into the floor of the river. He told me that he was a good man. He said that he was completely white

“and he was so clear that he would cover the room.”

He also recorded the sounds of the letters, and the piano of the rookies. As if it were an extremely ancient person. At the beginning, he believed that he was a woman who was inside the room

or someone related to the kids. But while the room was closed, he tried to put attention. He started to realize something that he tried a lot without fear.

The woman wasn't going to look for the stairs normally. She didn't move the legs. She didn't move the rookies. She simply sent her a little bit

as if the body was completely slipped and the floor was completely closed. She said that at that time he was so strong that he started to scream. And yes, he screamed as if he was gone.

That's all we expected. I would immediately tell my body and find the stairs completely parallel. The only thing I could talk about is that I had the hands

while I tried to describe what I was going to see. I went to see the elevator. We didn't find anything. All the chairs were outside of the house. All of them.

I remember I could enter the room by my friend Chileno to see what she had done. She wanted her to believe in it. She followed literally

the sides of the head. And she just told me that she would prefer nothing. And that problem solved us. The worst was that the Mexican workers were practically exposed

because they didn't want to see it there. At the same time, I also explained to my friend Chileno another project.

And finally I ended up getting along with Chileno

a little bit, the extra year that despite having been there all the time, I had absolutely nothing. None of the time.

But the stories came to an end,

Even after we went there.

Other workers who bought a house ended up becoming the same old man. One of them, even after they came to the monastery, completely lost the room.

After so many years, I managed to know what happened there. I never knew.

I never expected anything.

“And honestly, I think that everything's wrong.”

It's not that many people have seen it yourself. But I never saw anything. Being there in the same place. That's not what I wanted to show to my friend. Hello community.

This happened in Puerto Rico in 2017 and although I have been there for years, I remember very well to tell you the stories. Since I had to take an experience to get into my family,

I never felt uncomfortable in my house. I dreamed of these things. People who had seen it had seen it. I've been listening to everything,

but I never thought everything was normal

so I didn't see it. I thought I had to have an explanation. What we think of all of them is that we didn't see it themselves. This is what happens.

I'm afraid we can change our house. It was a house in front of a forest area in the neighborhood where we always saw it. I want to clarify that, although we are close to the forest,

it was not a place isolated or a house abandoned or abandoned. In fact, when we got into the forest, because for a while we could pay

at that moment, it wasn't bad. The first two months were completely normal. And brother and I had our hearts separated without a mother sleep at the end of the street.

The fourth of my brother was the only one that had no strength.

Because the dreams never ended up being there.

The first time something really happened was a sad thing. I was sleeping with my brother to cry. I woke up, and I met up during the fourth of my mother.

She was trying to calm down, but she could talk to me. When I woke up, I realized that I was going to wake up and that I saw a woman separated with her bed.

“I remember perfectly how I described it,”

because I never saw a woman separated. I told you that the dream had to be black, very dirty. That I had part of the skin of the face as I understood the rights of the dead. But the worst was not how I saw it,

but the woman moved with her. My brother tried to get back to see it. But she followed her as a woman. Obligating to look at it. I tried to be the value of why my brother died.

Between the fourth of my life. I learned the lesson, and I started looking for an explanation to make sure. But at that time,

the environment inside the house changed completely. I don't feel the same. The night was starting to get dark. Sometimes we hear the sounds of the sound in the pool when we were all exhausted.

Or else it was the bathroom. It was clearly how the water left the water or the morning was a drug. The greatest time we tried to ignore. I think we all knew that between men we talked about that was better.

But a night passed by that day and I found out that if it happened to me. My body shared with my brother. I was awake because the other day took me away.

“And I remember that when I returned to the bed,”

my body accidentally disappeared in the bathroom. And two seconds later. I responded to my body. My body was frozen. Since so long, my brother had returned to my room and told me

so I didn't care about that night. Or at least I tried. But the next day I had to pass.

I had to listen to it.

This time the golf was much stronger

while the other side of the wall. Now, the next morning I asked my brother and he was sleeping in his room again. And he told me that I couldn't sleep with him. And I wanted to enter the room only from that room.

And yes, what he told me was very bad. But I failed to share the worst night of all. He was sick. I knew he was sleeping with the computer when my mom sent me a message so that he could leave the room.

When I saw the door of my room, I found my mom to leave the room. Completely serious. I listened to it.

“I remember something that was really bad.”

My mom wrote messages

that are less than a meter of me

because I didn't want to talk to you. I told him I was going to listen to what was going on. First of all, I went out of the house. The main thing is that I could do an animal.

Until I hear it. They were in the house. They were in the house. The other had the roof of the mine. And it was not perfectly the weight of something that I had been living.

I had remembered the sound. I went out of the house. Like if something was going on, I had no other without a surprise. My mom told me that I heard

when I went out of the house. And I fell on the roof of a car. And sincerely, I listened to it. Like something too heavy to do an animal. One of the two had to leave.

I ended up calling my dad because I was going to do it. When I saw the lights of the car and the house I was going to leave the room. I didn't want to leave the room. So I fell on the roof of a car and went out of the house.

Although at this time I went out of the house. We saw the rain of the house and we found nothing. So we decided to go out of the roof. I remember perfectly the moment I used to go out of the house. Everything was completely dark.

When I thought I was coming out of the roof, something went wrong. I can't say that it was because I sincerely did not live. I only heard the noise, repeat and move out of the house. And I lost to be part of the forest.

“I never forget the feeling that I had to do after that.”

Because for the first time I felt that I was listening to the house.

It was real. It was time to go out of the forest. And I didn't want to go out of the house. That's a waste of us. That's what happened.

I lived there in that house. I suppose I could say that. At the moment we lived in a broken house. I had to continue the community. Even though you know that I don't think it's an important thing.

I don't know what I felt once again. I didn't care about others. I didn't want to go out of the house. It was the worst part of the house. I'm grateful to all of you.

Thank you so much. It's so beautiful that they show us that they have an opportunity.

“And the truth is that there is something completely different.”

I don't know what you do. I want to tell you stories. I've felt everything that I have. So thank you. Thank you for valorating it.

And as I told you in Instagram, each of you has been doing something like this. I believe you. And that is to make each of my best episodes for you. I have more content.

Believe me. We are adapting to each of you to the most stories. We continue now. We want to make you the best.

Hello community.

My name is Rodrigo.

“I'm from Australia. My story is my company.”

All of you are the one that has been here. I'm the most talented person in 2005. When you return home to study university. I've been living abroad for a long time. Even less than the price.

But now we can see the cross on my father's work.

Even if I always wanted to see him.

And when I saw him in the career I wanted to study, I decided to think about him. In the first place I lived there. And I slept in the Adriana. My father taught us that we were in a house

between a small picture. Through the circle of the aquarium. They were only four houses in that picture. And the truth of the place was quiet. The house belonged to a friend of yours.

I was close to four. Although he really was living before we arrived.

“I was close to the owner of Federico and his wife.”

But I never thought that. In fact, when we arrived at least one of the four rooms. For the others. The house was empty for us. I was thinking about the university.

And I imagined how this stage would be. We would be very close to each other. We just slept and lived in this place.

The first night we were going to go to the rooms.

We would have to finish sleeping in the three rooms in a solo. We would have to go up and down. And there were even many stories where we would have been. When we remember that we were studying. But we were so close to each other.

We slept with a big window open. I felt like I would have been able to move the air. The first night we were going to go to the rooms. When we slept in the other rooms. We would have been close to each other.