El Velorio de la Bruja y otros relatos para no dormir

The Lord died three times.

However, the two of them died. And he will try to keep them alive.

And he left the people of the tree to have a reason. Let me tell you why. Very good news, but I hope you listen to the best of the next stories. And if not, if something is broken there, let's say that these relationships are a shame. Although it is for a few lives of others, that is the mission of this podcast.

The stories I am today are those who could go through any case. The stories I have told you, a friend, a family, someone from the work, but I do not mind if you leave us behind. And the stories I am not going to give you in my memory for a long time. Let's go to the stories I am today. The stories I am not going to give you in my memory, or as an advertiser, you will now decide.

You are listening to the reports of the night. A community's health. Listen to the health of the Salvador. In a small little little area where you will imagine all the memories run out quickly.

“That's why I would like you to listen to my story, please.”

From time to time, there was a lot of curiosity to share. Some of the experiences that I have had. But the one that I was curious about was that finally I understood how to describe it. For a little bit of context, this was recent, but it begins in many years.

Since my home was a very young lady and in the neighborhood it was always like that it was a witch.

When I was little, I did not believe it. In fact, I always liked the impression of being a white woman. I imagined that it would be of those that took place in chocolate, when you are going to visit them. That's why I even wanted to listen to people talking like that. To talk without knowing really.

But something happened that I always liked when I was in vacation. That day I got my first to go to my place for the neighborhood. When we passed on to our house we had to go to the party with a restaurant in the hand. That is where we were feeling that the uncle didn't take anything to the ground. At the beginning we saw that it was, but as we were curious, we were a little bit too far.

And a little bit more. When we saw that we had not been able to see this neighborhood. And even as tourists, tourists, tourists, something of small animals. Rostos, gurus and me two. Sangre, pieliguesos.

Something quite unpleasant. I had a good shape of the sap and things like that.

“That's why I was running away from my place.”

And before that, I didn't know where I was looking at and I used to be. I was running away, trying to avoid me. That day I went to the ground. Everyone who passed away in front of their house We felt like we were in the air.

As if the Lord of the Sangre decided to go there. That's why we would prefer to avoid that side of the street. With the time everything was coming, little by little, like everything. Even if we were gone. The past three weeks the Lord was gone.

As if it were very small, his family decided to go to the outside. Or buy a car of the street to put it down. So the people of the neighborhood could accompany them. The problem was that my sister had left her to Rostos. I was there.

Some families of the Lord came to take care of the door to ask him to move on. But my sister was not in the house. She had left the keys. And the conversation ended up a little discussion.

My mother died quite a lot.

“I remember that I said something that after I started thinking a lot.”

I said that I was being dead. That lady left me to die. I told her that it was better not to say that.

Because there are always other stories.

They say that with the words they do not play. That the words do not speak badly. My mother said that she was sick. But my mother said she was sick.

It is not important.

At least one more moment. Not five minutes later.

“I was not like when there was no normal.”

I simply said that two children were in the second.

The television was in the second floor. The ventilator left you to sleep. And the house that I gave you and I found it. I didn't listen to the noise of the street. My mother said that the kitchen that I was living on the light.

But somehow I was pregnant. Look at my cell phone. The screen is also in the middle. And one of the battery marked that the charge was here. It was the window to look at the outside.

The houses were completely illuminated. The lamps of the church were in the middle.

And they heard the television of the house from the side.

Only our house was dark. And it felt like it was too hot. I decided to turn into a general. The passage that connects you with the house is a little dark. But that night I felt the alarm of the normal.

“The only thing that was on the street was to take advantage of the window.”

While my mother noticed that she was already listening to the street. The noise of the wind. Only heard my footsteps. Without the air in the cold. And that feeling as if it were not alone.

When it was coming from the middle of the street I realized it was dark. At some speed of the room looks different. As if in the middle of the room there was something stopped. But there was nothing left of it. And it was like a shadow in the darkness.

I was looking at it in a second.

Trying to build the view. Trying to recognize something or any way. The main thing was that there was something move or maybe the wrong door. But then there was a silhouette. It had a clear shape.

It was more like a dark shadow as a shadow. As if a shadow had been separated from the wall. The first thing I thought was that someone had told me about the house. But I tried to believe that someone was there. But nobody responded.

So there was something that gave me everything else. The shadow. There was no light at all. But there was no light at all. It was exactly the gesture that someone tried to observe better than the darkness.

At that moment I felt like my middle of the street was the light. As if it was a glass of sand. There was a passage behind it. The shadow also moved. But there was nothing left of it.

There was when I felt like it was true. Because it gave me the impression that it contained perfectly what I was looking at. I thought of another passage and I heard it sound like I was touching the ground. When I saw it again, I would cry that the silhouette was a bit more close. I don't think anymore.

It was the body of my mother. And just when I woke up, the light returned. All of a sudden, the wind blows. The wind blows. The television began to sound again. After the night, it was my value to go out.

The passage was illuminated and there was no extra. But when I arrived, the background of the room had something in the floor. A small mountain of Tierra Negra, very dark. All of a sudden, like if the wind fell from the ground, it was a little bit.

I was looking at the moment. Because I knew something with all security. When the whole house had light, that land was not there.

“The whole community, the truth is that I don't like it a lot.”

In fact, I'm describing this because my girlfriend listened to her program all the time. And I insist a lot to tell you something that happened a couple of years ago when I worked in an area here in Saltillo. I was in a tower.

We entered when the floor was closed, and we went to the monastery.

Our work seemed to be as if we were to go out to the mosque and leave the facilities for when we were in the morning. Now the weather is very different. Very different than you can see from the day, when there is noise, music, people talking. But in the end, the place became enormous and delicious.

Only listening to the mountains, the rivers of the streams, the steps that we were working. We were little bit, those that we were going night. A few hours later, another step and the security guard. The guard was a major dream.

“I don't remember a lot of things, but I've been working a lot there.”

Since I was working in Pesoeira, something that I've always seemed like a medium brom.

I said that in the background there were four different fantasies. Sometimes I decided to be serious, sometimes I'm sorry. But I always ended up with the same. The day I was going to teach it. I never cared about it, but I don't spend much time with it, when I started to run away.

There were certain spaces that my companions lived during the day. I wanted to go there to get some things with the guard, or in the group. Because the guard had access to the cameras. And suddenly, I kept thinking that it was the turn of the turn.

I said things like... ...if I was four in the background. Sometimes I asked one of my companions more than I said to me than I was thinking. "You don't do this to me, son." If I said I wasn't going to go for a walk, I won't go there.

I was going to a few months ago, but I still didn't want to see anything wrong. I was just a fool. That night I was tired. I had been a princess for a long time.

“I just wanted to end up as a mother of things in the gym and wait for the hour.”

In that night, I started to talk. Only to me. I was the guard. That if I could go back to that security case. I thought that maybe I needed to help with something I wanted to do with the sun.

So I went to the office where I was the monitors and the cameras. When I arrived, the lady gave me a sign so I could close it. I said, "Look. It's one of the monitors. I was a camera that asked one of the passengers to the store.

The school that I was in was a woman. To adjust myself in the middle of the school. Let's talk about the white one. The yellow one, the dark one. As a lost one.

The image was clear. I had a shadow on my face. It was a person. I picked him up, but it was a person.

“The first thing I thought was that someone knew me.”

It was that the cell phone was that far away. To record the screen, but the body pushed my hand on the arm. I did not believe it. I said, "I did not." I explained that if I could go out, I could have no problem.

So I remember the cell phone. We were looking at the monitor. The woman did not know anything. She was only stopped. Let's do it in a second.

We were caught and asked for the head. For the distance, I do not know. I do not know. I do not know. I do not know.

It seems to me that I was in the camera. I do not know why, but at the same time, I felt angry. As a child, I must not lie to those who are far away. I said that I was wrong. And I began to walk the face of the patient.

We followed the camera in the monitor. I saw a few meters and then simply appeared as I was lying on the wall. The body lifted my hand. Let's go.

I said. And we came almost running, if it happened. The wall was completely closed. All the doors with keys.

As always, during the most crazy.

When we arrived to the place where we had seen this wall, we saw everything. The wall, the walls, the part behind us. There was no door, no door. Nothing for where anyone could see that sound.

And there was no more in that space. We left a moment there in silence. The body is only connected with the head. As if it was super easy to pass. Then I told myself something very quiet.

It is one of the four. I will be able to see it once again. Of course. In those two months that I was there. I will not be able to see it again.

But of course. This is a night.

Always avoid the passengers

who do not know if the body is also there. Thank you for following me here.

Thank you for coming.

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“But many of them are simply not able to find them.”

And look. You are already used to relax. Or to sleep. They are like Mexican people floating on the wall. No.

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“And I wanted to share something that happened”

when I returned from my grandparents. My name is Michael Tlaix. I called you to know everything as the branch of the silence. Since my mother heard that she lived in the waters.

I do not know what is. I do not know what is the reason for the reason. I am very interested in something we have there. I had to respect the reason. But I did not say to you to have the opportunity with her

to keep us together to use the complicated. No. I had a lot more deep in those words.

The first time I had lived in the years.

The short time I left a teenager I was more happy with that wonderful thing. I was a stone. As a child. Something.

I was a child that I thought was to be a woman. I was a woman. I was a woman with a mother and a mother. Our resources. I was a woman with a mother.

I was living in the city. And more or less to spend 20 until I return to the town to sell the house of my grandparents. I was a child. I have already taken care of myself.

All day I had died. I already feel relieved. I did not remember what I dreamed about so much. I liked a lot walking there. That's why I closed.

One of those days. I do not know if they told me that I will not go to the branch of the night. That the angel was sensitive. I do not care because I did not want to understand that they would refer to it. But that same night I heard something in the water.

I sound very rare. I did not have a dream. I was a regular thing. As I was a human being, I liked the water.

“I do not know if you have felt it, but that is the only way I can describe it.”

I decided to become an agarrava to take care of the house. The way I was full of hoarse eyes. When I was low for a reason, there was something that changed my attention. Life. One of the traces of jiu-kete.

It was comfortable to be in my circle with a stone. As if someone had gone through a month or a minute, there was also a hole in my mouth that I did not have a flower without cut. I thought that the girl of the village had been playing there. Although that was quite improbable because it was all left.

And only I could go there. Who was the agarrava to kill the man in the water? But it is because you think it was something else. That night I dreamed of something very strange. I dreamed that I was in a very young state of stone.

I saw those small eyes on the sides. With the doors closed. I said the centers of my dreams, small dreams. I did not have eyes. The background that I called for my name.

I was an infantil voice. I did not stop calling for me. With a lot of assistance. And by the way, my dream changed.

I always wanted to go there.

I did not know about my head. Of course I would be happy. The next two days I went to head to the pecho. I told myself that it was something that I was wrong. But once I saw it, I saw it clearly.

It was much more direct. I told myself. You come.

I did not ask for permission.

This is not me. You are alone.

“I came with a dream of the people who are going to be clean.”

It hurts.

The dream passed away from yesterday.

I went to the body. And then I put it in a corner with the water of the front. That is indispensable. I said. The water has been absorbed in that moment.

I do not know what I am looking for. I told myself something that I had not understood. But I put it in my eyes. It was not one. It was a couple.

That same afternoon we are going to the bathroom with a front. We go to the doors. Pandulse. Flores. On the right of the pulke.

We also thank our guests. I had forgotten without wanting when there was water. Your mother spoke to you. She asked for permission. While the sky was shining,

she was looking for you.

If the heart was different,

if the heart was for a moment,

“the mental hand from the heart of the body.”

That is what I do. I think I will finish everything. But I do not know anything else. I have been using the glass of water for three times. I have been using the glass of water for three times.