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yo cuando fui a mochilear al sur este verano conversamos con varios camioneros, la mayoría decia y había escuchado ruidos, voces y pasos y que movían el camión y weas raras, esto queda en la carretera 5 sur casi al llegar a quellón en Chiloé, al lugar le dicen la "combi" y los que se quedan ahí a dormir los brujos se aweonan en mala y te molestan toda la noche. Nosotros esa noche nos quedamos en la rampla del camión con la puerta abierta a dormir, igual hechaba un ojo de repente por si fuera a entrar alguien... y sólo escuché pasos pero nada más rro menos mal sino me cago ahí mismo.

Si alguien sabe algo más que comente.
 
a ultranikkita le gustaba hacerle deo a los camioneros XD lelgó hasta paraguay creo así ajajaja
Ya somos 20 los pertenecientes a la Sociedad Antroniana de Cs. Ocultas :D
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Piñera fue elegido por los mazones. Para ser presidente de chile.
 
THE CHILEAN DIARIES

Originally posted on /x/ by an anonymous user.



I recently came back from a three-month stay at the city of Valparaiso, Chile. It's a very beautiful and picturesque city, and an architecture student's playground—I recommend any of you to visit it if you ever have the chance—but what I am here to share with you is a number of puzzling activities that occurred to me during my stay there, from October 4 to January 13, 2009-10. I recorded these in a small diary and am transcribing them as I go.


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10/6/09

As my first full day here I have decided to visit the funiculars. (NOTE: These are inclined cable car-like elevators which were used during the city's mining boom. Now they are historic heritage and tourist attractions.) They work very nicely for their age but the grinding and groaning makes them sound like they're about to give in any moment. I wasn't exactly worried but the locals assured me that they were completely safe. If anything it was a lot of fun. Went drinking with my contact later. There are lots of themed nightclubs here.

I think I was just drunk but I heard a lot of clanking and machine noises in the dead of night, approximately 3 AM. Later today I will ask my contact if the funiculars work at that time for any reason.



10/7/09

So I asked M. (NOTE: this was my contact and pseudo tour guide in the city) if the funiculars work at 3 AM. He said that there's no reason for them to work at that time; they're tourist attractions. There are 16 working funiculars; 15 for public use and one for the hospital's private use in case of emergency. However it hasn't been used for ages because there are more practical methods to transfer patients and staff now. I didn't pursue this any further, thinking that maybe I imagined it. I read the paper that day to see if anything about the funiculars or the hospital elevator was mentioned, but it wasn't.

Otherwise it was a fun day, lots of sun. We walked around the main plaza, which is full of street artists (and pickpockets). I got my portrait drawn by one of the artists and he said that it's hard for him to draw foreigners, because locals have a special sort of stare, different eyes from anyone else. So now I have an incredibly disturbing portrait of myself with blank spots where my eyes should be. I only paid him half the accorded price.




10/11/09

Valparaiso is full of labyrinthine walkways made of cobblestone. They're really thin and cover the whole city, but they're not recommended for walking around at night. Not as much because you might get mugged, but rather because you may get lost. A lot of paths in Valpariso lead to dead ends or simply end in midair. (I'm serious.) I mostly admired the graffitti and the vine-covered houses. Visited Pablo Neruda's (NOTE: An important Chilean poet and Nobel laureate) residence.

There's a lady who tends to her plants very early in the morning. It's weird because she has a very small house, the the plants kind of overtake the place and they very thick vines, like a piece of jungle was cut out and placed on her front porch. She's short, stubby, wears flower-patterened dresses and hums songs to herself. She seems nice.




10/15/09

Valparaiso has a huge port with lots of gigantic cargo ships unloading their big colored boxes. Watching all of this go on on busy days is more fun than it sounds like. There are also lots of local-managed tourist boats; so many of them that they form tight clusters close to the shore, so that you can use them as stepping stones, jumping from one boat to another, and actually get pretty far away from the shore. Took one of these tours and saw some creepy jellyfish.

There's a man who sits on the shore (apparently he does this every day and is known by people as "el sordo", "the deaf man"). He doesn't talk when spoken to but occasionally blurts out short phrases in a very loud voice, which leads people to belief he's deaf. (I guess he must be). During my time there he spoke:

"It would be very fun to go on one of those ships and hitchike to Africa or Japan."

Wouldn't it be funny if he did it?




10/17/09

Got mugged today. It was obvious seeing as I was walking down the plaza in the dead of night. I was trying to hear something from the funiculars again. He was a glue-sniffer I think; they're common here. Fortunately I didn't have much on me and got out unscathed because someone suddenly appeared on the other end of the plaza and the guy took off. Didn't see who or what he was, he kept on his way and I just ran back to my apartment.




10/18/09

M. chastised me and reminded me of where I am NOT supposed to go at night. Then we went drinking because I guess that's how things are resolved between foolish tourists and angry tour guides.




10/19/09

Okay, I heard them again. There are definitely sounds coming out of the funicular dock at around 3 AM in the morning. They're very loud, like machines are being crashed against each other down there. What's different is that I heard people yelling over the sounds this time.

Again I read the paper and asked people and nobody knows what the fuck I'm talking about. Most of them dismissed me as a crazy tourist. There's no way that nobody else heard that. I don't know if it's the hospital elevator or not.




10/23/09

The deaf guy from the dock has disappeared. He went and sat on that same spot every day for the last three or so years, so everyone assumes something bad has happened to him. Nobody knows where he lives (he was probably homeless) or how to contact anyone who knew him. Locals have assumed that he made good on his promise to jump on one of the cargo ships or drowned in the process, very cynical about it. I guess he was a pest.




10/25/09

Okay, they found him when he got caught in a fishing net. He's all bloated by now, although I didn't see the body; M. just told me over coffee this afternoon. Apparently there were jellyfish wrapped all around him. Could it be that they dragged him to a watery grave? God that's stupid.

Also, the garden lady looked at me weird today. I'm starting to get unnerved by that eyeless sketch. It was thinking of it as a quirky souveneir but now I just want to throw it away. M. says I should keep it. M.'s been taking me to a lot of places lately.




10/29/09

There haven't been many entries because I have already visited most of the places that I was interested in visiting. Most of the last few days has been eating and drinking with M., walking around town and joining the locals in various activities, most of which I'm terrible at.

I did convince M. to go on the funiculars again to see if I caught anything strange or interesting. I talked to the operator for about half an hour and he says that the funiculars have never worked that late at night. He did mention in passing that there were originally about 26 of these elevators, many of which were torn down along with the old hospital (which was replaced by the currently-working Carlos Van Buren hospital). Apparently most of this was demolished after it became unusable thanks to the 1985 earthquake. I was not aware of this. I was thinking about doing some exploring since I'm getting bored.




10/31/09

Halloween's been very fun but also very strange. When I got mugged this guy showed up in the distance and saved me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone dressed up, kinda looking at me a couple times. The plaza was full of people in strange costumes so I never did as much as catch a glance of him. It would've been futile to try and chase him in the crowd. M. dressed up as a jellyfish—no, seriously! He did a bit of sketch with a friend of his where they make a comedy out of the dead man from the dock's death. It was in pretty bad taste if you ask me, but M.'s sense of humor continues to fascinate me if nothing else. I asked him about the torn-down hospital in passing and if any of it was left. It turns out there is. I'm seriously considering doing some exploration now.

I think I heard the machine sounds again, but I'm pretty sure I was just dreaming this time.




11/01/09


(I was drunk I didn't notice that there were vines crawling up my apartment building. Nothing unusual here. I'm feeling pretty heavy-headed and hung over today

Will ask about hospital. Lady with the garden




11/04/09

For the last few days I've been gathering information about the torn-down hospital, the non-functional funicular elevators and the earthquake of 1985. Mostly I asked M. about it and he gave me some background info, but I was cautious not to press too much or he'd become suspicious of me wanting to go there. It's a dangerous area for sure and if I get hurt or killed it'll be at his expense, so obviously he'll do everything in his power to stop me.

Most of the other recon was done at the very beautiful cafes and restaurants overseeing the city. A lot of them are managed by Europeans who backpacked their way here years ago and decided to stay; you know the type, middle-aged, chain-smoking bohemians. Most of them were here during the earthquake and had some pretty scary stuff. Apparently a prison came tumbling down and a lot of the inmates escaped. Total chaos. Something similar happened in Chincha, Peru, 2007. (NOTE: This refers to the August, 2007 Peru earthquake where thousands of Chincha citizens lost their lives and homes.) I did some voluntary work there in 2008 and it smelled of death.

But most of the info isn't necessary, in reality I've just been arming myself with courage to go here. The truth is that creepy old place exploration is something I have had the opportunity to do several times but never went through out of fear.




11/05/09

I'm definitely going through with this. I have a basic outline of the area in my head from several reports from locals, and I have a flashlight and a pocket knife ready, although I'm not sure if that would be any useful in defending me. If this is my last diary entry, I sure will end up looking like an idiot.

I had to cancel an appointment with M. at night so I fear that he will be suspicious but I doubt he'll know where I'm going. He doesn't have a way of contacting me but hopefully he won't break into my apartment or something.

Oh I saw something strange today. The sketch artist who drew my eyeless face seems to draw EVERYONE incomplete. I saw him doing a portrait of this woman who was DEFINITELY a local (Speaking Valparaiso vernacular) and her mouth was missing on the portrait. I guess he's a little crazy or thinks it's a cute gimmick. It's sad because my portrait's disturbing factor has gone down.

It's time to explore. 1




1/23/09

i fell through the hole and into the basement of the abandoned hospital. m figured i would go there and dragged me to the functional hospital. just woke up now, everything is blurry. nurses said i shouldn't strain my vision. my spanish isn't so great but they've been insulting me as they tend to me. i sort of deserve it for being so stupid haven't said anything.

however i remember hearing the sounds. i think i was getting closer.

i'm having a strange recurring hallucination where black tendrils start crawling up the room walls and my bed. someone stands at the doorway laughing sometimes.




11/25/09

Feeling a little better now but still hallucinating or dreaming, not sure. M. contacted my family to let them know I'm fine. Family kind of bitched at him over the phone although I told them it was my fault. They want me to come back as soon as I'm discharged but I'm not doing it. I offered M. to pay him the full 3 month fee right then so he would no longer be responsible for me but he strangely turned me down.

My eyes are having trouble focusing on anything right now so i'm writing really big. Starting to have auditory hallucinations and I think I'm remembering things about the hospital exploration night slowly. But I'm not sure what is real and what isn't.




11/30/09

Had a bit of relapse and was having trouble staying up. The garden lady left me flowers while I was out! M. told me. That is so nice of her.

(NOTE: the following is in different handwriting, at the corner of the page. I didn't check previous diary entries during my stay at the hospital, as I was having enough trouble writing let alone doing extra reading, and noticed these only much later.)

"7 go home."




12/05/09

I have finally been discharged. I feel fine except I get a little wobbly sometimes because my perception gets distorted.

A lot of things seem to have changed in Valparaiso while I was out.

-- Haven't seen garden lady tending to her plants. They're growing a bit out of hand.

-- The vines around my building have gotten REALLY out of hand. I asked other residents if anyone was planning on trimming them but they say it's been like that forever.

-- There's another man who does about exactly the same thing as the guy who drowned. Sits on the port all day and occasionally says things. They say he's just an idiot trying to keep the "legend" of the man alive. People have been insulting and throwing things at him but he won't budge.

-- M. is a lot more cheerful and go-lucky than I would assume him to be after my accident. I guess he's trying to cheer me up but he's keeping me on a tight leash at the same time. I think it's over between urban exploration and me.

Just now I've noticed that the pocket knife I took on that night with me is missing. I must have dropped it at some point. My eyeless portrait, which I taped up on my wall, has gotten really musty and old-looking, much more than it should be. Not sure if it's the humidity. Maybe that's making the vines grow as well.

I've been having recurring dreams about that night at the abandoned hospital. I'm afraid that I'll start mixing fact with fiction so I won't record them for now.




12/08/09

I've been sleeping a lot lately, I can't seem to focus on anything if I remain awake for more than six or so hours at a time. M. says it's fine and I should take all the time I need to recover. He'll be taking care of "business" meanwhile.

I hadn't mentioned this out of fear or maybe light suspicion, but I think M. might have some connections to the drug business. I've seen him out of the corner of my eye when he's not with me and the people he hangs out with are definitely suspicious. That's a big part of the reason why I offered to pay him and end out relationship then and there after the accident.

I've been having three recurring dreams with minor variations in the past days (evidently I've had a quite a bit of time to sleep). I will now write them down as best as I can: DREAM I

I am at the hospital; the real one, not the abandoned one. Nobody else is there and I can't see anything through the windows. Sometimes it's because it's nighttime and there are no lights on, and sometimes it's clear day but there is simply nothing outside of the hospital. At some point while I walk down the hallway I suddenly and sharply realize that I have been stabbed in the stomach, and there is black, thick, pus-like ooze flowing out of it. The moment I realize this the staff comes charging out from literally everywhere and carries me away. I can never remember their faces or any identifying human attributes. They take me to the ABANDONED hospital, lay me down on a bed in the middle of a dark room, shut the door and lock it. At this point something starts to emerge from under the bed and take form next to it, as if it were a million tiny creatures forming into one giant one. I tend to wake up somwhere along this point.
 
(PARTE II)

DREAM II

I am walking down a tight street with buildings on either side. There is some sort of makeshift metal beam work creating a spiderweb that connects the roofs of the buildings. From this webwork there are children hanging, dressed in rags, pointing and laughing. Other times they are holding knives and pointing them down at me in a stabbing motion. Sometimes M. is with me. Sometimes M. is pushing me along as if I were his hostage. Sometimes he's waiting for me at the end of the path. Occasionally he talks but I can never remember what he says. I always wake up before making it to the end.

DREAM III I was going to write this down but I suddenly forgot it. I remember M. is in it as well and it has something to do with the man that drowned. There are only flashes and hints. This seems to evade me. Strange.

I think I'm going to look more into those machine sounds.




12/11/09

Three major developments:

1. M. has been very dodgy lately. On one hand he wants to hang out with me (probably to make sure I don't go around trying to get myself killed) but on the other hand sometimes he'll disappear for a whole day and I have no way to contact him. He then eventually appears and acts like nothing happened. I don't want to bring his disappearances up because I'm afraid he'll catch on to fact that he's dealing. I'm fairly sure that he is.

2. The eyeless portrait has been really bothering me lately, maybe because I temporarily lost my sight after the accident and the coincidence seems creepy, maybe because everything else has been a little crazy lately. I threw it out. I went down and tossed it into the trash bin. I turned around and started walking back to my apartment when I heard a really loud crash. A pack of black dogs that looked really starved had just knocked the bin over and were tearing my portrait apart. Maybe they were actually looking for discarded food but obviously it freaked me out a little.

3. I'm hearing the machine sounds every other night. I've set up a tape recorder since the sounds are so loud but they always show up muffled on the tape. Mostly I just hear dogs barking and other normal sounds. I played it for one of the boho café owners and he said he spotted nothing abnormal. This is preoccupying because, well, maybe the sounds are in my head. I was hearing them since before the accident. So am I going insane?

Someone needs to do something about those vines. They're getting all the way up the second story and closer to my room.




12/15/09

The garden lady went crazy.

She's been yelling at me from the street and I can hear her all the way up here. She keeps yelling at me to go home, to stop tormenting her, to get out of the city. She keeps repeating these things. At first she sounded angry but now it's more like she's imploring me. I write this as she continues to scream so I am a little shaky as I write this. I already told the super to not let her in. I think he's calling the police or an ambulance. She's red and shaking really bad. I feel really bad for her. I didn't do anything to her so there's no reason for her to be doing this at ALL but I am still worried and scared and feel a little guilty.

(a few pages left blank)

They took her away. Another resident assured me that she'd been senile for a while but he still seemed wary of me.

I just realized that I THINK the man who saved me from that drugged mugger was the sketch artist. He just walked by my building. I haven't left my apartment all day. Thankfully he couldn't have seen his portrait in the trash, that would've been unnecessarily hurtful, even if he does draw people without eyes or mouths out of some sick sense of humor.

I'm going to sleep all this away now. I have a horrible pounding headache.




12/17/09

I finally left my apartment today and vines are just below my windows. They've grown thicker and darker like they've been injected with plant steroids or something. Out of morbid curiosity and slight concern, I checked out the old lady's house. (It's abandoned; she's been taken away and apparently she didn't leave it to anyone.) It's covered in these thick, black vines, thicker and more monstruous that the ones at my building, like they've been given some more time to grow. They've grown wildly. They're creeping into the house and growing over windows. It's kind of disgusting, it's almost like they pulsate. I asked M. and he said these plants grow sometimes where there's very high humidity, but I haven't noticed them anywhere else in the city.

There is a growing sense of urgency in my gut. Somehow I feel like I shouldn't have thrown that portrait away after all.

(a few pages left blank)

PROTECTING ME?




12/20/09

My family has been calling me lately, begging me to come back home for Christmas. I understand their concern and it's a fair request but now I feel like I actually have something to do here. Everything that has transpired is just to scary and weird to let it go and move on with my life as if it never happened. I just want to know what the machines noises are and I really am hallucinating them. What happened to the garden lady and why there are those vines around her house and my building. Also what the sketch artist was trying to do and whether they were trying to help. And I've just realized that the sounds come up when M.'s gone. I'm sure M. fits into this somehow, except I don't what "this" is or whether it is something. Maybe they're a string of unnerving coincidences. Maybe I'm not used to this place or maybe I'm going insane. But there's no way I'm leaving now, not until January at least.




12/23/09

While I was locked in my apartment, cowering in fear of a senile old lady (hah!), the imitator disappeared and showed up drowned a day later. You know, the guy who was doing the same thing that the other man was doing before he drowned. He must've been insane as well. Again covered in jellyfish.

The jellyfish here are very grotesque. Unlike your usual fare, they're very dark blue or violet, almost black, and hardly translucent at all. Really ugly and long tendrils. Maybe they're man-o-wars? They do float awfully close to the surface. I took another boat tour today to observe them more closely and even thought of snatching one up to study them I guess, but they are seriously disgusting.

In other news, M. is gone again and I'm ready to go through with my investigation. I think I'm going to visit the hospital—the functioning, normal, definitely-not-haunted hospital—during the day and just do some snooping around if I don't get kicked out. At this point I have stopped caring about consequences. I'll be out of here in a couple weeks anyway.




12/25/09

Merry Christmas to myself. I have a pounding headache and am starting to get woozy when I walk for too long again. I fear that my accident may have left me with a condition or some sort, but I'll have to get it checked out when I go back home. I'm a little low on cash. Actually, that's a lie. I'm nearly broke. I can't touch the money for the plane trip back.

It's Christmas morning and there shouldn't be too many people at the hospital. I will take note of anything worth taking note of.




12/25/09


double entry will write while still fresh

okay so there is a CONNECTION BETWEEN THE HOSPITALS (new hosp-oldhosp) HIDDEN INSIDE A MACHINRY ROOM.

There wasn't a lot of staff around so i took a look around or two looking really innocent and carefree, most people hardly noticed my presence, who goes urban exploring in christmas? so i actually spotted the one funicular that is reserved for the new hospital (I think I said something about that earlier) and i noticed how it doesn't really lead anywhere.

so i also think I saw something weird down there in the chasm of the funicular works. so I took the emergency stairway down to the basement and noticed that there was a really old wooden musty black door towards the end.

Armed with little more than a flashlight I eventually managed to make the door budge

THERE IS A NETWORK OF VINES UNDER THE STRUCTURE (NOTE: this is underlined twice)

BEHIND THAT DOOR is a wooden walkway, like a pair of planks suspended over a chasm and the planks lead to the ABANDONED HOSPITAL EXACTLY TO THE BASEMENT WHERE I FELL THAT NIGHT and in this chasm there are tons of millions of writhing black vines. I saw GEARS and MACHINERY down there as well all around me maybe it's the inner workings of the funicular system.

Then I heard movement and I GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE

I think this is where the sounds are coming from, its all extremely sinister

M. found me when i fell, so does he know about this??




12/26/09

Christmas has come and passed. Suspiciously M. didn't show up. Soon the Valparaiso festival will begin, which is one big party during the last three days of the year. I don't think I'll have much time or space to do anything at that point so I'll have to work fast.

First of all the place was essentially as I described it although I am more collected now. It is a wide, pitch-black opening that connects the basement of the abandoned hospital and the current hospital. The walkway consists of two wooden planks and I couldn't see the bottom of the chasm below. I COULD see that the walls were covered in vines and there was lots of machinery above and around me. I ran when it started working and left the hospital immediately.

I'm not sure what to make of this. They looked like they were moving. The vines, I mean.

Were those really jellyfish?




12/27/09

It finally happened: I caught M. in the act today. Sniffing something out of a jar in an alleyway. I turned around and ran away before he could notice me. Whatever was in that jar was extremely potent because I could smell its stink from where I was and my headaches have been getting worse since then. Only now have I noticed that the vines around my building have extended and wrapped around my room in sort of spiral formations. One of them is right on my windowpane. I took a closer look at it and looks like it has tiny suckers on it. I'm afraid to touch it. I wonder if this stuff is made into a drug somehow. They don't smell bad, though, they just look hideous.

I've been hearing the machinery really often now, not just late at night. I don't know if it's the effects of the drug or the paranoia or the vines or a combination of everything.

From now on I'm keeping my diary under lock and key just in case M. decides to break in. I'm slightly afraid that he saw me.




12/28/09

M. looked angry today. He finally showed up and we went to the beach to unwind. He was courteous and told bad jokes every now and then but he is obviously a different person. His eyes look a little dead and milky. I guess his addiction has gotten worse. At this point I am in a genuinely dangerous situation. The best thing is to simply appease any suspicions M. may have and go out with him during the following three festival days. I've moved my diary to a loose floorboard so that M. won't think of trying to break the safe box open. It's far too obvious.

If this is my last entry, what happened to me will almost certainly NOT have been supernatural.




01/01/10

I can no longer be around M.

After the fireworks show yesterday at the pier he was kind of drunk but I think also kind of high, and he simply pushed me into the water. Just like that. It was cold as fuck and I started yelling at him for being retard and a jackass and I'm afraid I may have called him a junkie at some point as well, but I seriously hope not. But when he didn't answer and simply stood there staring at me with that idiot smile, I started asking him to help me out, see if he would react.

There was something wrapping around my ankle at this point, something phantasmagoric and almost not there. I know that as soon as it touched me I felt this surge of something. I can only compared to when I got accidentally electrocuted at the age of twelve, except it was infinitely more pleasant. At the same time it was a sort of pleasure that grew boundlessly and immediately became scary. Half-heartedly I continued to yell at M. He finally, almost grudgingly, pulled me out. Whatever was wrapped around my ankle seemed to disintegrate, like it wasn't really there. Maybe I was drunk but I am simply not going to accept that possibility at this point.




01/02/10

I passed by the garden lady's abandoned house again today. It's a complete disaster. Looted, windows broken, the vines have grown madly out of control, but it looks like someone's chopping them off at the same time. The vines around my apartment have stopped growing, but sometimes the boards and windows groan, like they are actually tightening their grip around the building. This is completely ridiculous.

M. stopped by my apartment today. He looked angry and I put on a poker face. He demanded the entire sum of the three-month tour because he wasn't going to keep worrying about idiots like me. I didn't reply; I simply grabbed the cash, shoved it into his hands and said goodbye. He kept asking why I wouldn't remove the chain lock on the door and let him in. His eyes were bloodshot. I simply shut the door. He stood out there insulting me for a while but then left. The other residents minded their own business for the most part.




01/04/10

I've just realized that I slept through all of yesterday. My headache won't recede, although at least it hasn't gotten any stronger. If anything it's tolerable. My room has become really dirty and a bit smelly. I think it might be the vines. I keep asking the super and the other residents when the hell they're going to do something about it because it's stinking up the place, but they simply look at me strange and whisper a few words to make me go away. The super asked me I needed money for food yesterday. I've been throwing up a lot so I guess a look a little scrawny. Maybe I should take a bath but I think the pipes are clogged. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if it's the MOTHER FUCKING vines. I haven't left the room in a while now. Someone knocked on my door a few hours ago and asked what was wrong with me. I replied that nothing was. They asked again, softly. I repeated my reply. They left. I'm starting to feel like I'm missing out on something here.

Oh, yes. And the machinery sound is constant now. All day, all the time. I've given up asking people about it. It's such a normal part of my routine that I hardly even remember that it's there. I'm surprised of how well I am functioning despite this and the headache.




01/06/10

I've been feeling weak lately. I have enough food to last me for a while so I don't really have to leave the apartment. There is more groaning the machine sounds are intensifying.




01/07/10

I look a little skeletal, ha ha. I think I need to shave one of these days. Maybe I just look unkempt and a little pale and that's why nobody wants to talk to me. You know there's not much sunlight getting into this room because it's like the vines are going out of their way to cover my windows with their slimy thick shit. I've given up going out and I've given up my "INVESTIGATION" (NOTE: underlined). I find myself longing for M.'s company, ha ha. I also get flashes of the hospital. But I don't know which hospitals. I think it's just one hospital, and people only see like, one, and for some reason I see both of them.

Fell asleep in the tub today. Woke up freezing. I still feel dirty and sweaty and musty and old.




01/08/10

I know I should get checked in, I know, I swear, I KNOW, but I don't want to go to the hospital because I'm afraid they'll take me to the OTHER hospital. And I know that this is irrational (I KNOW!) but I still don't want to. I don't want to leave this room.


01/10/10

I've changed my mind. I want to go home. Lots of people knocked on my door today and I scared them away with a type of voice I didn't know I had. I threw things at the door and eventually they went away. I want to book an earlier flight but I can't.

I crave for something but I don't know what. I can't keep food down.




01/11/10

Too tired to write. I'm incapable of an erection Cute. I think. dhiarrhea




01/12/10

Today my next-door neighbor came with a doctor who resides in the building. They said they would help me but I said I didn't understand because as far as I know I don't need any help. But if you could do something about those vines that would be nice, I said. Also, make sure that M. doesn't come back because I don't want him around, I said. Long pause. Stressful silence. The apartment groaned. They insisted and I yelled at them, again with this voice I didn't know I have, that my flight would be here tomorrow and they wouldn't have to deal with me and they could live in their stupid city the rest of their lives in peace with their vines and their drugs and their crazy hospitals. Finally they left. They just want me out of here. It's okay. I understand. It was cute at first but I overstayed my welcome.

It only saddens me that I will never get to the bottom of this.

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That was the final diary entry.

On the flight back, I vomited thick black bile three times. I was rushed to the hospital as soon as I got off the plane, where I began to apparently bleed from pretty much everywhere. There is still nothing conclusive about what happened to me; the doctors at least have provided a million different possibilites but not a single concrete answer. They also tested me for drug use.

My parents described how I looked to me. Apparently I was absolutely ghoulish. Pale skin, hadn't shaved in weeks, emaciated, skeletal, in short a million times worse than I thought when I looked at myself in the mirror.

As I took the cab to the airport that last day in Valparaiso, I saw the lady's house one more time. Someone was chopping the vines off, the juicy thick parts, and putting them in a bag. Was it M.? I don't know. I thought so for a second.
 
Puta yo tengo una historia no se si alcanza para sobrenatural pero si para extraña.
Bueno resulta que el 2009 fue un año realmente como el pico en mi familia, resulta que en septiembre murio mi abuela por parte materna y luego en noviembre murio mi padre, resulta que a los pocos dias que fallecia mi padre nacio mi tercera sobrina por parte de mi hermana que vive en santiago, una bebe realmente sano y la verdad nada fuera de lo normal, y a qui viene lo raro.
Ya despues despues de varios años mi sobrina esta por cumplir ya 4 años es una pendeja realmente despierta y nos sorprende a todos por su memoria y su capacidad de hablar (quiza mas avanzada que los demas niños de su edad) y tiene sueños realmente raro y por decir asi premonitorios.
Uno de los tanto sueños raro es que soño con mi papa que le decia que todo iba a estar bien y que se alegrara que el le iba a mandar un hermanito para que jugara(soño con eso y a la semana despues mi hermana se entero que estaba embarazada).
Tambien soño con mi abuela la cual comente hace un momento arriba que conversaba, y le contaba que ella con mi abuelo y mi padre estaban bien donde estaba y que le dijiera a mi hermana que no se preocuparan por ellos.(bueno resulta que para salir de la duda mi hermana le mostro fotos de mi abuela que mi sobrina que por su edad no lo conocia y la reconocio indicando que ella era la abuelita elsa orabia (mientras mi abuela estaba viva no le podias decir su segundo nombre porque le molestaba porque segun ella sus padres la habia cagado con el nombre jajaja) bueno resulta que mi sobrina podia reconocer a mi abuela de las fotos y ademas se sabia los dos nombres de mi abuela.
De hecho yo soy terrible de esceptico para mis weas y aun no entiendo como la pendeja puede haber reconocidoa mi abuela y haber predicho el embarazo de mi hermana.

PA LA CAGA!
 
Cuando la esposa de Jonathan Reed, Mary, murió en 1893, el viudo no quería apararse de su lado. De hecho, era tan devoto que se mudó a su tumba donde él vivió (con un loro) por sus restantes 10 años.
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From the Evergreen Cemetery's website:

Reed had his Mary's casket transferred to the vault, where he installed an empty casket in which he would eventually lie. He then settled into what became his second home. Domestic furniture stood in the vestibule, a wood stove provided heat, and scattered about the vault were a clock, some urns filled with flowers, photographs, paintings on the wall, a deck of playing cards, Mary's half-finished knitting, and the family's pet parrot (first alive, later stuffed). As word of Reed's story spread, company began stopping by. Around 7,000 people stopped by in the first year alone.

Witnesses said he ate all of his meals there and held imaginary conversations with his wife. According to the New York Times article, published in March of 1905, "Mr. Reed could never be made to believe that his wife was really dead, his explanation of her condition being that the warmth had simply left her body and that if he kept the mausoleum warm she would continue to sleep peacefully in the costly metallic casket in which her remains were put." The article also states, "According to his friends, he really believed that his wife could understand what he was saying to her."

Reed died in 1905 and was finally interred with Mary — you can read his New York Times obituary here. Given that she was buried in the vault, their I Love Lucy sleeping arrangements allow this story to be bittersweet + weird (as opposed to weird + weird).
 
El Castillo de Coral es una misteriosa estructura de piedra creada por el excéntrico estadounidense Edward Leedskalnin (1887-1951), un inmigrante de Letonia. Este castillo se encuentra localizado al norte de la ciudad de Homestead, en la intersección de South Dixie Highway y el Southwest 157th Ave, en Florida, Estados Unidos. La estructura se compone de numerosas piedras megalíticas (en su mayoría de piedra caliza formada de coral).3 En la actualidad, sirve como atracción turística privada y se encuentra abierto al público. El castillo se caracteriza por el misterio que rodea su construcción.
Leedskalnin originalmente construyó el castillo, al que llamó Rock Gate Park, en Florida City, alrededor de 1923. Florida City, en la frontera con los Everglades , es la ciudad más al sur de los Estados Unidos que no está en una isla. Era un lugar muy remoto, con muy poco desarrollo en ese momento. El castillo permaneció en Florida City hasta aproximadamente 1936, cuando Leedskalnin decidió mudarse llevándose el castillo con él.
Algunos comentan que Edward Leedskalnin construyó el castillo utilizando sólo la fuerza de sus manos y que además utilizó conocimientos ocultos. En muchas fotos del proceso de construcción, se puede apreciar como Edward utilizó un trípode de madera de pino con cadenas, su propio peso y una misteriosa caja negra (que está presente en numerosas fotos) para mover cientos de toneladas de roca maciza él solo. Otro dato curioso, es la constante reiteración que hacía Edward Leedskalnin en que sabía el secreto de las pirámides (en referencia a las de Egipto y su construcción), afirmando, algunas veces, que sabía hacer que las rocas no se sintieran pesadas. Otra cosa que ayudó a formar más el misterio, fue que generalmente, trabajaba de noche.
Así, trabajando solo y de noche, Leedskalnin eventualmente extrajo y esculpió alrededor de 1.000.000 Kg de coral en dicho monumento. Con esta cantidad de coral se construyeron las murallas y las torres. Adicionalmente se construyeron muebles y otros objetos propios del castillo.
En 1936, debido a la edificación de un nuevo lote siendo planeada en su cercanía, Leedskalnin decidió mover el ya empezado "Rock Gate Park" de su situación original en Florida City a su situación actual en Homestead, donde compró 4 hectáreas de tierra. Dedicó los siguientes 3 años a mover las estructuras del castillo, piedra por piedra, como siempre él solo, cubriendo una distancia de 16 km.
Leedskalnin daba respuestas educadas pero crípticas a las preguntas de los visitantes con relación a su método de construcción, el cual hoy en día sigue siendo un misterio. A pesar de su naturaleza reservada, eventualmente abrió su monumento al público, ofreciendo tours por 10 céntimos (lo equivalente a $1.54 de 2009).

Se dice que construyó el castillo de coral en memoria de una mujer de la que estaba enamorado. Se supone que ésta llegaría a Florida a ver a Leedskalnin algún día, pero nunca se presentó.
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Aparte del enigma concreto que depositó sobre las costas de Florida, Edward Leedskalnin expuso en diferentes tratados, teorías poco convencionales acerca del magnetismo terrestre y su relación con la energía corporal. Se dice que nunca se lo veía trabajando, salvo escasas noches en las que la luz de su recámara ubicada en la torre permanecía encendida. Los misteriosos estudios sobre descubrimientos de leyes que rondaban entre lo científico y lo sobrenatural nunca fueron tomados seriamente por los científicos conservadores. No obstante, nadie puede negar que en un lugar de Florida, más de 1000 toneladas de roca y coral se yerguen en honor a un amor que jamás se pudo consolidar. Coral Castle fue locación para la grabación del video de la canción de Billy Idol, "Sweet 16".
Si viajas por la carretera US 1, en Florida, detente un instante y visítalo: las puertas del “Coral Castle” se encuentran abiertas. El enigma ahí te espera,…
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Pensé que era webeo, y me aburrió verlo... pero justo le conté a un amigo que estaba viendo creepy pasta y me dijo "ohh weon, el mejor creepy pasta con video es suicide mouse por el grito que tiene al final" y lo busqué y caché era el mismo, lo vi completo, quedé pa la cagá y menos mal que salfate mostró la escena final y el efecto ordinario de pesadilla en la calle elm y me cagué de risa por que si no me cagaba :sm:

En fin, aquí tengo uno sacado de la deep web :sconf: (asi me lo contaron, por eso me interesó), la weá es que cuando me lo contaron igual me dejó con una sensación rara, y una compañera de la U se puso a llorar como a la mitad de la weá y costó mucho tranquilizarla.
por la mierda no se por que me meti a ler este tema... pense que iban a contar cosas como el hombre chancho o alguna tontera de fantasmas o algo asi... con esto llegue hasta el momento que dice que las cortan... me siento pa la cagá... que mierda la gente por la cresta, que cresta le pasa a la humanidad...
 
por la mierda no se por que me meti a ler este tema... pense que iban a contar cosas como el hombre chancho o alguna tontera de fantasmas o algo asi... con esto llegue hasta el momento que dice que las cortan... me siento pa la cagá... que mierda la gente por la cresta, que cresta le pasa a la humanidad...

Noo Paprika, no te lo creas, son puras historias para asustar :sm:
 
Pa que no muera el tema, posteo el ranking de las "conspiraciones" que más han perdurado entre los escépticos frikis (en inglés, me da paja traducir, pero está facilito)

10. Electronic Banking.
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The Theory of Electronic Conspiracy is said to be a variant of modern New World Order conspiracy theories. According to some conspiracy theorists, virtual money – credit and debit cards – was created by a “secret group” that plans to dominate the world.
The plan, according to theorists, is to completely eliminate paper and coin currency so that citizens rely solely on electronic banking. Once that goal is achieved, the “secret group” will cause a worldwide electronic blackout, which will simultaneously erase everyone’s bank account information, thus creating chaos and panic. The alleged motivation behind the plot is the reintroduction of slavery into the modern world. The benefactors vary – depending on which theory you subscribe to.

9. Secret Societies Control the World.
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If you were really a member of the global élite, you’d know this already: the world is ruled by a powerful, secretive few. Many of the rest of us peons have heard that in 2004 both candidates for the White House were members of Yale University’s secretive Skull and Bones society, many of whose members have risen to powerful positions. But Skull and Bones is small potatoes compared with the mysterious cabals that occupy virtually every seat of power, from the corridors of government to the boardrooms of Wall Street.
Take the Illuminati, a sect said to have originated in 18th century Germany and which is allegedly responsible for the pyramid-and-eye symbol adorning the $1 bill: they intend to foment world wars to strengthen the argument for the creation of a worldwide government (which would, of course, be Satanic in nature). Or consider the Freemasons, who tout their group as the “oldest and largest worldwide fraternity” and boast alumni like George Washington. Some think that despite donating heaps of cash to charity, they’re secretly plotting your undoing at Masonic temples across the world. Or maybe, some theorize, the guys pulling the strings aren’t concealed in shadow at all. They might be the intelligentsia on the Council on Foreign Relations, a cadre of policy wonks who allegedly count their aims as publishing an erudite bimonthly journal and establishing a unified world government — not necessarily in that order.

8. Landing on Moon.
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According to conspiracy theorists, the moon landing that the world watched unfold live on July 20, 1969, was a hoax orchestrated by NASA and other key organizations. Theorists believe that the surface Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked upon was not a celestial body but a man-made soundstage.
Proponents of the conspiracy theory insist that the technology of the time was not sufficient enough to pull off such a feat. They claim that environmental obstacles alone – cosmic rays, radiation belts and solar wind – would have made the trip impossible.
As evidence of their belief, theorists point to photographs and video that were taken during the mission, which they claim contain several oddities; including inconsistent shadows, identical backgrounds and the lack of any visible stars.
Why fake the landing? Theorists claim the United States sought not only the prestige of the event, but also monetary gain.
In 2008, Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, stars of the TV show MythBusters, examined several of the myths related to the moon landing. Upon conducting a variety of controlled tests with a team of scientists at a NASA training facility, they concluded that a conspiracy did not exist.
NASA puts little effort into debunking the claims, looking at them as ludicrous; however they did, in July 2009, use the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter to take a photo of the Apollo 11 landing site, which they say shows remains of the 1969 landing site. Despite efforts to debunk the myths, conspiracy theorists stand by their claims.

7. The Reptilian Elite.
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They are among us. Blood-drinking, flesh-eating, shape-shifting extraterrestrial reptilian humanoids with only one objective in their cold-blooded little heads: to enslave the human race. They are our leaders, our corporate executives, our beloved Oscar-winning actors and Grammy-winning singers, and they’re responsible for the Holocaust, the Oklahoma City bombings and the 9/11 attacks … at least according to former BBC sports reporter David Icke, who became the poster human for the theory in 1998 after publishing his first book, The Biggest Secret, which contained interviews with two Brits who claimed members of the royal family are nothing more than reptiles with crowns.
The conspiracy theorist and New Age philosopher, who wore only turquoise for a time and insisted on being called Son of God-Head, says these “Annunaki” (the reptiles) have controlled humankind since ancient times; they count among their number Queen Elizabeth, George W. Bush, Henry Kissinger, Bill and Hillary Clinton and Bob Hope. Encroaching on other conspiracy theorists’ territory, Icke even claims that the lizards are behind secret societies like the Freemasons and the Illuminati. Since earning the dubious title of “paranoid of the decade” in the late 1990s, Icke has written several books on the topic, including his latest work, The David Icke Guide to the Global Conspiracy, while operating his own website — complete with merchandise and advertisements.

6. The CIA and AIDS.
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Since the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention first reported the HIV/AIDS epidemic in 1981, rumors have persisted that the deadly virus was created by the CIA to wipe out homosexuals and African Americans. Even today, the conspiracy theory has a number of high-profile believers. South African President Thabo Mbeki once touted the theory, disputing scientific claims that the virus originated in Africa and accusing the U.S. government of manufacturing the disease in military labs. When she won the Nobel Peace Prize, Kenyan ecologist Wangari Maathai used the international spotlight to support that theory as well. Others insist that the government deliberately injected gay men with the virus during 1978 hepatitis-B experiments in New York, San Francisco and Los Angeles. Still others point to Richard Nixon, who combined the U.S. Army’s biowarfare department with the National Cancer Institute in 1971. Though the co-discoverers of HIV — Dr. Robert Gallo of the National Cancer Institute and Dr. Luc Montagnier of the Pasteur Institute in Paris — don’t agree on its origins, most members of the scientific community believe the virus jumped from monkeys to humans some time during the 1930s.

5. Holocaust Revisionism.
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Despite overwhelming evidence and an admission and apology from Germany decades ago, revisionists continue to claim that nearly 6 million Jews were not killed by Nazis during the Holocaust. Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, for one, has called the Holocaust a “myth” and suggested that Germany and other European countries, rather than Palestine, provide land for a Jewish state.
Unlike Ahmadinejad, most revisionists do not deny that Jews were interned in prison camps during World War II; rather, they argue that the number of deaths was greatly exaggerated. Gas chambers are a particular sticking point: Holocaust deniers say they were purely a rumor or, if they indeed existed, were not powerful enough to kill — though evidence and history indicate otherwise. And the photographs of emaciated and dying Jews? Attorney Edgar J. Steele, a revisionist, says, “All those pictures of skinny people and bodies stacked like cordwood were actually of Czechs and Poles and Germans [who] died of typhus, which was rampant in the camps.”

4. Area 51 and the Aliens.
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We may have Tang thanks to the space program, but who gave us such innovations as the Stealth fighter and Kevlar? Aliens, of course. Conspiracy theorists believe that the remains of crashed UFO spacecrafts are stored at Area 51, an Air Force base about 150 miles from Las Vegas, where government scientists reverse-engineer the aliens’ highly advanced technology. Fodder for this has come from a variety of supposed UFO sightings in the area and testimony from a retired Army colonel who says he was given access to extraterrestrial materials gathered from an alien spacecraft that crashed in Roswell, N.M. Some believe that the government studies time travel at Area 51, also known as Groom Lake or Dreamland.
The government has developed advanced aircraft and weapons systems at nearby Nellis Air Force Base, including Stealth bombers and reconnaissance planes. And the government’s official line — that the details of Area 51 are classified for purposes of national security, is only seen as further proof that the military is hiding aliens or alien spacecraft.

3. 9/11 .
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Not since the JFK assassination has there been a national tragedy so heavily imprinted in American minds. or that has given rise to quite as many alternative explanations. While videos and photographs of the two planes striking the World Trade Center towers are famous around the world, the sheer profusion of documentary evidence has only provided even more fodder for conspiracy theories.
A May 2006 Zogby poll found that 42% of Americans believed that the government and the 9/11 commission “concealed or refused to investigate critical evidence that contradicts their official explanation of the September 11th attacks.” Why had the military failed to intercept the hijacked planes? Had the government issued a “stand down” order, to minimize interference with a secret plan to destroy the buildings and blame it on Islamic terrorists? In 2005, Popular Mechanics published a massive investigation of similar claims and responses to them. The reporting team found that the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) did not have a history of having fighter jets prepped and ready to intercept aircraft that had gone off route. And while the team found no evidence that the government had planned the attacks, lack of proof has rarely stopped conspiracy theorists before.

2. The JFK Assassination.
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President John F. Kennedy was assassinated on Nov. 22, 1963, struck by two bullets. one in the head, one in the neck, while riding in an open-topped limo through Dealey Plaza in Dallas. Lee Harvey Oswald was charged with killing him, and a presidential commission headed by Chief Justice Earl Warren found that Oswald acted alone. But that conclusion hasn’t passed muster with the public. There are countless conspiracy theories surrounding the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.
A 2003 ABC News poll found that 70% of Americans believe Kennedy’s death was the result of a broader plot. The trajectory of the bullets, some say, didn’t square with Oswald’s perch on the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository. Others suggest a second gunman, perhaps on the grassy knoll of Dealey Plaza, participated in the shooting. Others believe in an even broader conspiracy. Was Kennedy killed by CIA agents acting either out of anger over the Bay of Pigs or at the behest of Vice President Lyndon Johnson? By KGB operatives? Mobsters mad at Kennedy’s brother for initiating the prosecution of organized crime rings? Speculation over one of history’s most famous political assassinations is such a popular parlor game that most people have taken the rumors to heart: just 32% of those polled by ABC believe Oswald carried out the killing on his own.

1. Bermuda Triangle.
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Is there a mysterious force that causes ships and planes to disappear in the Bermuda Triangle, or is this just another far-fetched theory? For hundreds of years people have told stories about strange happenings in the Bermuda Triangle.
Also known as the Devil’s Triangle. The Bermuda Triangle is Located in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean. It covers roughly 500,000 square miles of the ocean, with apexes in Bermuda, Florida and Puerto Rico.There is no mistaking that a large number of vessels have gone missing in the area. however the explanation for those disappearances is where the conspiracies come into play. According to theorists, supernatural elements are responsible for the disappearances. Some say extraterrestrial beings are to blame, while others point to the mythical lost continent of Atlantis.
The U.S. Coast Guard and other experts familiar with the triangle discount supernatural elements as being responsible. Instead, they point to the fact that the triangle is situated in a heavily traveled area of the ocean. They say that the number of incidents that occur there are no greater than those that occur in other parts of the ocean. They feel that any number of natural occurrences. including tropical storms and rogue waves. could be responsible. They also point to the possibility of pirates and mechanical failures. In regard to the compass problems, experts say that there are no unusual magnetic anomalies in the area and cite the fact that all compasses have natural magnetic variations.
Regardless of whom you believe, one thing remains certain. The Bermuda Triangle will undoubtedly continue to remain a source of mystery and intrigue.


[fuente: http://investigation.discovery.com/crime-fighting/10-conspiracy-theories.htm http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/completelist/0,29569,1860871,00.html] Si revisan las fuentes, hay otras locas como que Jesús y María eran esposos y asdf...
 
No me voy a dar la paja de traducir, está fácil y supongo que, como son oraciones cortas, google translate puede, de más, traducirlo con un buen porcentaje correcto.

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La leyenda de Margorie McCall

Después de sucumbir ante una fiebre de algún tipo en 1705, la irlandesa Margorie McCall fue muy bien sepultada para contener lo que sea que la había enfermado, para prevenir que se esparciera. Margorie fue enterrada con un anillo muy valorado, el cual a su marido le había sido imposible retirar después de puesta en vela. Esto la hizo a ella un objetivo preciado para los ladrones de tumbas, quienes podrían sacar un precio a ambos, cuerpo y anillo.

La tarde después de que Margorie fue enterrada, antes de que le fuera depositada la tierra sobre el ataúd, los ladrones de tumbas aparecieron y comenzaron a trabajar. Imposible fue sacar el anillo del dedo, por lo que decidieron cortarlo. Tan pronto como la sangre comenzó a saltar a borbotones, Margorie despertó de su coma, se puso de pie y comenzó a gritar.

El destino de los ladrones de tumbas sigue siendo desconocido. UNa historia cuenta que los hombres cayeron muertos del susto, mientras que otra cuenta que huyeron para nunca regresar y que jamás volvieron a ejercer su "oficio".

Margorie escaló del hoyo y la llevaron a su casa.

Su esposo, John, estaba en su casa con sus hijos cuando él escuchó llamar a la puerta. Él dijo a sus hijos, "si su madre estuviera viva, juraría que es ella la que está llamando".

Cuando abrió la puerta para encontrarse frente a su esposa, vestida en ropas fúnebres, manchada en sangre y goteando su mano, pero completamente viva, él cayó muerto en el piso. Fue enterrado en el lugar vacante que Margorie había dejado.

Margorie se volvió a casar y tuvo más niños. Cuando finalmente murió, ella fue regresada al Shankill Cemetery, en Lurgan, Irlanda, donde su epitafio continúa en pie, rezando la inscripción “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
 
El misterio del hombre polilla
Uno de los misterios recientes más enigmáticos y difundidos es el de las apariciones del Mothman, o el hombre polilla, un extraño ser cuya aparición mucha gente cree que suele ser premonitoria de alguna catástrofe o de avistamientos ovni. Conozcamos un poco más al Mothman.
Las primeras noticias de avistamiento de esta extraña criatura, datan de 1960 y tienen su origen en Cornstalk, Virginia, estados Unidos, donde un padre y su hija viajaban tranquilamente en coche, cuando se toparon con una extraña figura alada, pero de forma humana, de más de 2 metros, de grandes e hipnóticos ojos rojos y cubierta de pelo gris oscuro. Esa visión solo duró unos segundos, pero marcaría sus vidas.
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Sus siguientes apariciones fueron en noviembre de 1966, y cuando los testigos repitieron la descripción calcada de la criatura avistada 5 años atrás, la leyenda comenzó a extenderse por la zona como la pólvora.
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El 1 de noviembre un vecino de la ciudad de Charleston que se identificó como Richard West comunicó a la policía que un ser alado con aspecto humanoide, de unos dos metros de altura y unos tres de envergadura en sus alas, permanecía en lo alto de una vivienda cercana, para ascender verticalmente “como un helicóptero”. Destacaban sus brillantes ojos rojos.
El 12 de noviembre de 1966 cerca de Clendenin, en Virginia. Cinco hombres se encontraban en el cementerio local, preparando la fosa para un entierro, cuando algo que parecía un ser humano, despegó de algunos árboles cercanos y voló sobre sus cabezas. Los hombres estaban confundidos pues no parecía ser un pájaro, sino más bien un hombre con alas.
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La noche del 14 de noviembre, dos parejas formadas por Roger y Linda Scarberry, y por Steve y Mary Mallette, que paseaban en coche en Point Pleasant (Virginia Occidental), junto a unos depósitos militares, conocidos como TNT, observaron una criatura de unos 2 m de altura, con dos alas plegadas a la espalda y que les miraba con dos brillantes ojos de color rojizo.
Aceleraron, pero a pesar de alcanzar los 160 km/h la criatura les seguía muy de cerca y sin aparente esfuerzo, a unos metros del coche y sin agitar sus enormes alas de más de 3 metros de envergadura. Sólo un fino chirrido, similar al emitido “por un ratón grande”, acompañaba a aquel extraño ser alado hasta que desapareció.
El sheriff, al escuchar excitados testigos, se desplazó de inmediato a la zona, que albergaba una fábrica de explosivos así como numerosos depósitos de almacenamiento muchos de ellos subterráneos, pero no encontró nada, tan solo una leve interferencia en su radio.“Fueron aquellos dos grandes ojos rojos, como faros de automóvil, lo que nos sobrecogió”, declararían poco después los testigos.
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A las 10 y media de la noche de esa misma noche, Newell Partridge, un contratista local que vivía en Salem a unos 90 kilómetros de Point Pleasant, estaba viendo la televisión cuando la pantalla se oscureció de repente. Su perro llamado “Bandido”, comenzó a aullar en el porche delantero por lo que Newell salió a ver lo que estaba pasando.
Cuando salió al porche, Newell vio a Bandido ladrando hacia el granero que estaba a pocos metros de la casa. Newell apuntó con la linterna hacia esa dirección y vio dos círculos de color rojo que comparó con los reflectores de una bicicleta. El perro salió entonces disparado hacía aquellos ojos rojos, mientras Newell regresaba a casa en busca de su escopeta. Presa de un temor absoluto, decidió no volver a salir y durmió aquella noche con el arma sobre la cama.
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El día 16, también en las inmediaciones del antiguo depósito militar, otro supuesto testigo aseguró haber visto al monstruo: “Lo vi entre las sombras, era como si se hubiese estado arrastrando en el piso y lentamente fue poniéndose de pie, de color gris y mucho más alto que un hombre, con dos terribles ojos rojos”.
Al día siguiente el sheriff George Jonhson convocó una rueda de prensa en la que varios testigos contaron lo que habían visto a la prensa. Fue bautizado inmediatamente como Mothman u hombre polilla.
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La histeria se desató. Decenas de personas confesaron haber sido testigos del Mothman., y la periodista Mary Hyre comenzó a publicar artículos sobre este extraño personaje en el periódico “The messenger”, y comenzó a investigar, hasta que recibió la visita de dos extraños hombres de negro (otro día hablaremos sobre ellos), que le aconsejaban dejar de publicar artículos sobre el tema. Mary, aseguraba que casi cada noche se desvelaba, víctima de un sueño que se repetía cada madrugada. Veía como el puente de Silver Bridge, que se sitúa a la entrada de Point Pleasant, se derrumbaba, una premonición que no andaba muy lejos de la realidad, como veremos más adelante.
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La siguiente que se llevó el susto de ver a al extraño ser alado, fue Marcella Bennett, que observó con nitidez como una figura humanoide gris se levantaba del suelo, detrás del vehículo. “Parecía como si hubiera estado tumbado en el suelo. Se levantó lentamente. Era un ser grande y gris, mayor que un hombre, con unos ojos rojos resplandecientes, terribles”. La impresión que le causó aquel ser fue tan grande y el efecto hipnótico de sus ojos ubicados en el torso tan penetrante, que la testigo cayó aturdida al suelo junto con su pequeña, entrando en la casa de la mano de uno de sus acompañantes. Atrincherados en la vivienda sintieron como la criatura merodeó por fuera durante unos minutos, e incluso la vieron mirar a través de las ventanas al interior de la casa.

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El 25 de noviembre, en un campo de cultivos a las 7,15 de la mañana un testigo declaró que cuando se dirigía a su trabajo, una figura humana de color grisáceo, se elevó verticalmente desde el suelo y se abalanzó contra su coche. Aceleró, pero el Mothman lo estuvo siguiendo, dando vueltas sobre el vehículo como si estuviera jugando, durante varios kilómetros.
Al día siguiente, Ruth Foster observó la criatura fuera de su casa, en su jardín,y el 27, la joven Connie Carpenter vio como un hombre vestido de gris desplegó una enormes alas y se dirigió contra su coche, desviándose cuando estaba a punto de impactar. “Aquellos ojos. Eran de un rojo intenso, y una vez fijos en mi, yo no podía apartar los míos de ellos”, aseguró la testigo al investigador John Keel, un conocido periodista, que por cinco ocasiones se desplazó hasta Virginia Occidental para recoger in situ cientos de testimonios y publicarlos en su revista “The fliying sauce review”( “La revista de los platillos volantes”).
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El 4 de diciembre, varios pilotos pertenecientes a la base militar cercana de Galípolis, también habrían observaron al monstruo maniobrando y planeando sobre el río, y que pudieron calcular que iba a unos 100 m de altura y a casi 100 km por hora. Posteriormente le habría seguido con sus aviones con la intención de fotografiarle, pero se dice que no pudieron ya que el ser habría desaparecido en uno de sus movimientos cerca de un espeso bosque y así siguieron los avistamientos con al menos 100 testigos.
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Estatua de 3,7 m del Hombre Polilla elaborada por Robert Roach y situada en el centro de Point Pleasant.
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En medio de tal fiebre, comenzaron a desatarse las especulaciones, unos decían que era un ángel que venía a avisar de una catástrofe; otros, que era un demonio que venia a causarla, que era una criatura mutada por la radioactividad de la zona, e incluso de una maldición lanzada 500 años atrás por un líder indio llamado Hokolesqua, antes de morir víctima de una emboscada.​
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Junto a las apariciones del Mothman se multiplicaron también los avistamientos OVNI, y la presencia de unos extraños hombres vestidos de negro como los que interrogaron a la periodista Mary Hyre​
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Casualidad o no, los avistamientos del Mothman cesaron la noche del 15 de Diciembre de 1967 cuando el puente de Silver Bridge, de 700 metros de largo que cruzaba el río Ohio, se desplomó, acabando con la vida de más de 46 personas, como sucedía en el repetitivo sueño de Mary Hyre, que asombrosamente, se encontraba en ese momento en el puente junto a varios testigos más de las apariciones.. El Mothman nunca más volvió a ser visto allí.
Con todo el material recogido esos años, John Keel, escribió “The Mothman Prophecies” (las profecías del Mothman”), que sería llevado al cine en 2002 y protagonizada por Richard Gere.
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En Virginia estos sucesos siguen vivos, y el productor de “expediente x”, Cris Carter, también dedicó un episodio de la popular serie a esta criatura que desde luego, es una de las que más testigos ha tenido en el mundo paranormal.
 
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Una guardia incómoda

José María Trejo y Juan Carrizosa, hacia las dos menos cuarto de la madrugada del 12 de Noviembre de 1976, se encontraban de guardia (cada uno en su garita, alejadas aproximadamente unos 60 m una de la otra) en la llamada zona de combustible de la Base Aérea de Talavera la Real (Badajoz). Cuando comenzaron a escuchar unos ruidos extraños, al principio parecían interferencias radiofónicas, pero se transformó en un silbido agudo y penetrante que hacía daño a los oídos.
Los soldados comenzaron a preocuparse pensando que alguien hubiese penetrado en el área militar, pero tras cinco minutos, el sonido cesó.
Trejo grito a su compañero Carrizosa si lo había oído y éste respondió que si. Prepararon sus armas, subfusiles “Z-62″, con la munición reglamentaria, y realizaron una inspección ocular en los alrededores. De nuevo, comenzó a producirse el sonido, tan intenso que parecía que les iba a estallar la cabeza. Pasados cinco minutos, al igual que la vez anterior, dejo de oírse y observaron en el cielo una claridad, sobre su misma vertical, parecido a una bengala, que duró unos 15 o 20 segundos.
José Hidalgo, otro compañero se acercó hasta las garitas, acompañado de uno de los perros-lobo, preguntando a éstos si habían visto el resplandor.
Temiendo que alguien hubiese penetrado en las instalaciones con alguna intención de sabotaje, decidieron avisar a Pavón, el cabo de guardia. Éste, les ordenó que realizaran una inspección ocular.
Con las armas cargadas, comenzaron a caminar en paralelo con la tapia que separa la carretera general de la Base. Al ver que el perro, especialmente entrenado para estos casos, no mostraba ningún signo de inquietud, iban más tranquilos. Pero de repente, cuando llevaban andados unos 300 metros, sintieron como un remolino y escucharon como se rompían unas ramas de un eucalipto cercano.
Esto les alertó, aferrados a sus subfusiles, soltaron al perro, el cual fue directo hacia el lugar donde habían oído el ruido de las ramas. Fueron momentos de especial tensión, esperando a que el perro hiciese algún ruido o ladrido, pero no fue así, después de unos segundos el perro regresó como mareado, tambaleante. Esta acción se repitió cuatro o cinco veces, hasta que el perro comenzó a hacer círculos alrededor de los soldados (técnica de defensa que se les enseña a dichos perros en medida de protección ante un peligro para la persona que tienen que defender).
Dieron varias veces el alto, pero nadie respondía, hasta que José María Trejo tuvo una sensación de que alguien estaba tras de él. A 15 metros de ellos, vieron una figura verdosa, formada de puntos de luz, de unos 3 metros de altura, con una cabeza pequeña y con una especie de casco, con un cuerpo grueso y unos largos brazos (en posición de cruz), las manos y los pies no pudieron verlas.
Trejo intentó disparar, pero antes de poder hacerlo sintió un agarrotamiento general y cayó al suelo.
Hidalgo y Carrizosa comenzaron a disparar, entre 40 y 50 disparos realizaron contra aquel ser, el cual se encendió como un flash y desapareció, volviendo de nuevo el sonido chirriante que habían oído antes de aquella aparición, durando esta vez 10 o 15 segundos.
Ayudaron a Trejo a incorporarse y pusieron a toda la base en estado de alerta máxima.
Al día siguiente, un total de 50 hombres, inspeccionaron la zona donde había tenido lugar el suceso y no encontraron nada. Ni un solo casquillo, ninguna bala empotrada en el muro que rodea al perímetro, nada.
A los pocos días, cuanto Trejo entraba en el comedor de la Base, cayó inconsciente al suelo tras haber mostrado signos de ceguera. Inicia entonces un periplo en el que se entremezclaban estados de ceguera con un posterior ingreso en una institución hospitalaria. Su última hospitalización fue el 30 de noviembre en el hospital de Madrid del ejército de Aire, con una duración de un mes y con una conclusión de haber sufrido “desajustes nerviosos”. A partir de ese momento estos “desajustes nerviosos” no volvieron a producirse.
Los expertos de las Fuerzas Aéreas ratificaron que las ametralladoras habían sido disparadas, pero ¿Qué había ocurrido con los proyectiles? ¿A qué o a quien habían disparado?
Según los protagonistas de la historia: – “No sabemos de qué se trata exactamente. Pero, de lo que no tenemos duda alguna -puesto que lo vimos perfectamente los tres- es que “aquello ” era algo parecido a un hombre, pero muy alto…”

Base aerea de Talavera la Real.​


La Base Aérea de Talavera la Real es un aeropuerto en Badajoz, justo al límite del término municipal con Talavera la Real, en la provincia de Badajoz, a 15 km de la ciudad, en el corazón de las vegas bajas del Guadiana. Comenzó a funcionar en 1953 llamándose Escuela de Reactores. Aunque inicialmente contaba con dos pistas, en la actualidad solo cuenta con una, que ha sufrido varias ampliaciones has llegar a los 2.805 metros de longitud actual, y es compartida con el Aeropuerto de Badajoz, que se encuentra al otro lado de la pista.
En la base aérea se encuentra el Ala 23 del Ejército del Aire, dedicada a la enseñanza y formación de pilotos de combate que compondrán las unidades de caza. Cuentan con aviones Northrop F-5 Freedom Fighter.
Es una de las principales bases aéreas de Europa en lo referente a formación, y junto al consorcio EADS-CASA, han presentado un proyecto denominado Talavera European Eurofighter School (TEFS) con la intención de que la Base Aérea de Talavera se convierta en una de las sedes del Proyecto Eurotraining, con la intención de convertirse en una de las 3 sedes que formarán a los pilotos de combate de 12 países europeos.
 
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