Creative Nonfiction: An unexpected tenant. EN/ESP.
Mr. Marcos lived alone on the fourth floor of the building. He was an elderly man, very cultured and kind, but he had a very strong character, his wife had died about five years ago and, Mr. Marcos, had his son, who is named Sandro, but he had left the country, to seek a better economic position, with his wife and children, leaving only Mr. Marcos.
—Hi Ruben, good evening. I'm sorry to bother you, but I feel terrible, you could take me to the hospital.— Mr. Marcos said to one of his trusted neighbours.
—I'll get dressed and go out to look for you, Mr. Marcos, don't worry. — Said Reuben in an anguished voice.
When Ruben arrived at Mr. Marcos' house, he called another neighbour to help him move Mr. Marcos, since it was very difficult for him to walk with the pain he was feeling. They took Mr. Marcos to the hospital, and when the doctors saw him, they left him hospitalized, and they told Ruben that Mr. Marcos looked very bad.
After talking to the doctor, Ruben called Mr. Marcos's son on WhatsApp.
—Sandro, brother, sorry for the time, I'm calling you, since your dad felt really bad and I had to bring him to the hospital. They received him here and left him hospitalized, the doctor tells me that your dad's situation is very serious. — Reuben told him.
After discussing several situations, Sandro told Rubén ‘‘Thank you very much Rubén, I will try to leave tomorrow to Venezuela, to be with my dad, thank you very much." Sandro arrived two days later from Mexico and was able to see and talk to his dad, in his last days.
After the funeral and the funeral services, Sandro spent a week in the flat, arranging his parents' things, before leaving again with his family to Mexico. About three months later, after Sandro left, a man came to the flat to make a move and take out all the things that were left there. The gentleman, was a representative of a real estate company, who ended up cleaning, painting and remodelling the flat, to rent it.
A few weeks after the arrangement of the flat, the real estate agent presented himself, on several occasions, showing the flat to possible interested parties, and after several attempts, a family of five people with a dog, ended up moving into Mr. Marcos's flat.
At first, everything was going well, besides the family was really made up of very nice people and even the little dog, he was friendly. But when they were already about three months in the building, something very unusual happened.
One night, around ten o'clock, several of the neighbours met us downstairs, and we stayed talking and sharing in the square that is in front of the main entrance of the building, which is something that happens very rarely.
At that moment, while we were talking, we saw the children of the neighbours who lived rented in Mr. Marcos's flat, come out terrified, running towards us along with their little dog. The boys, who were about ten to twelve years old, told us that there was a ghost in their house, and that this ghost had scared them, and also that their grandmother had been locked in the bathroom and could not get out.
After the story and the terrified faces of the children, three of the neighbours went up with them to the house, and indeed Grandma was locked in the bathroom, finally the lock was broken and the lady, who was really terrified was managed to get out. I, who was one of the neighbours who went up to the flat, did not see anything, nor did I feel anything strange in the house.
However, we waited for a while with the lady and the children, while the children's parents arrived, and after a while of conversation, we said goodbye. But that week, the whole family, said they felt noises, saw furniture movements and felt smells. In fact, they ended up calling the parish father, to bless the house and sprinkle it with holy water.
The interesting thing about all this is that despite the priest having come and the prayers and the other things they did, according to the family, strange things were still happening in the house. One day, we were visiting a neighbor's house on the fifth floor, and we heard the screams of a lady and ran downstairs to the fourth floor.
There was the grandmother with the children, hugging her granddaughter, while the boy was standing in front of the door and had the little dog next to him, barking in front of the entrance to the flat.
—Ma'am, what happened to you? — I asked.
He pointed to an armchair and told me that the furniture had moved, alone. I went in to see the armchair, and although I didn't see that it was moving, I did see it sunk down, as if it had someone sitting and I imagine, that I let myself be carried away by the situation, since I really felt that someone was looking at me from the armchair. And after a few seconds, a smell was felt in the house, but it was not an unpleasant smell, but a smell like aftershave.
After a while, we went down with the lady and the children, to wait for the parents, since the lady, did not want to stay in the flat. That same night, the sister of the wife of the man who rented the flat came and took the lady, who refused to stay one more day in the flat.
The amazing thing is that after the lady left the flat, strange situations stopped happening in that house and people let feel, smells, movements and stopped seeing shadows. Personally, I think that the spirit of Mr. Marcos did not like the lady and did not want her to be in his house.
That was the closest, most collective and witnessed spiritual experience I have known directly in the last two years.
Thank you for reading me.
Para leer en Español
Creative Nonfiction: Un inquilino inesperado.
El señor Marcos vivía solo en el piso cuatro del edificio. Él era un señor mayor, muy culto y amable, pero tenía un carácter muy fuerte, su esposa había muerto hacía unos cinco años atrás y, el señor Marcos, tenía su hijo, que se llama Sandro, pero él se había ido del país, para buscar una mejor posición económica, con su esposa y sus hijos, dejando solo al señor Marcos.
—Hola Rubén, buenas noches. Disculpa que te moleste, pero me siento muy mal, podrías llevarme al hospital.— Le dijo el señor Marcos a uno de sus vecinos de confianza.
—Me visto y salgo a buscarlo, señor Marcos, no se preocupe. — Dijo Rubén con voz angustiada.
Cuando Rubén llegó a la casa del señor Marcos, llamó a otro vecino para que lo ayudase a mover al señor Marcos, ya que le costaba mucho caminar con el dolor que sentía. Ellos llevaron al señor Marcos al hospital, y cuando lo vieron los médicos lo dejaron hospitalizado, y le comentaron a Rubén, que el señor Marcos se veía muy mal.
Rubén después de hablar con el médico, llamó por WhatsApp al hijo del señor Marcos.
—Sandro, hermano, disculpa la hora, te estoy llamando, ya que tu papá se sintió muy mal y tuve que traerlo al hospital. Acá lo recibieron y lo dejaron hospitalizado, el médico me dice que la situación de tu papá es muy grave. — Le comentó Rubén.
Después de conversar varias situaciones, Sandro le dijo a Rubén ‘‘Muchas gracias Rubén, intentaré irme mañana mismo a Venezuela, para estar con mi papá, muchas gracias.’’ Sandro llegó a los dos días de México y pudo ver y hablar con su papá, en sus últimos días.
Después del entierro y de las exequias, Sandro pasó una semana en el apartamento, arreglando las cosas de sus padres, antes de irse de nuevo con su familia a México. Como a los tres meses, después de que Sandro se fuese, llegó un señor al apartamento a realizar una mudanza y sacar todas las cosas que quedaban ahí. El señor, era representante de una empresa inmobiliaria, que terminó limpiando, pintando y remodelando el apartamento, para alquilarlo.
Unas semanas después del arreglo del apartamento, se presentó el señor de la inmobiliaria, en varias ocasiones, mostrando el apartamento a posibles interesados, y después de varios intentos, una familia de cinco personas con un perro, terminaron mudándose al apartamento del señor Marcos.
En un principio, todo iba bien, además la familia realmente estaba compuesta por personas muy agradables y hasta el perrito, era simpático. Pero cuando ellos tenían ya unos tres meses en el edificio, pasó algo muy inusual.
Una noche, cerca de las diez, varios de los vecinos nos encontramos abajo, y nos quedamos conversando y compartiendo en la plaza que está frente a la entrada principal del edificio, que es algo que pasaba muy rara vez.
En ese momento, mientras conversábamos, vimos a los hijos de los vecinos que vivían alquilados en el apartamento del señor Marcos, salir despavoridos, corriendo hacia nosotros junto con su perrito. Los muchachos, que estaban cerca de los diez a doce años, nos dijeron que había un fantasma en su casa, y que ese fantasma los había asustado, y que además su abuela se había quedado encerrada en el baño y no podía salir.
Después de la historia y la cara de terror de los niños, subimos tres de los vecinos con ellos a la casa, y efectivamente estaba la abuela encerrada en el baño, finalmente se rompió la cerradura y se logró sacar a la señora que estaba realmente aterrada. Yo, que fui uno de los vecinos que subió al apartamento, no vi nada, ni sentí nada extraño en la casa.
Sin embargo, esperamos un rato con la señora y los niños, mientras llegaban los padres de los niños, y después de un rato de conversación, nos despedimos. Pero esa semana, la familia entera, dijo sentir ruidos, ver movimientos de muebles y sentir olores. De hecho, ellos terminaron llamando al padre de la parroquia, para que bendijera la casa y la roceara con agua bendita.
Lo interesante de todo esto, es que a pesar de haber venido el cura y de las oraciones y de las otras cosas que hicieron, según la familia, seguían pasando cosas raras en la casa. Un día, estábamos de visita en casa de un vecino en el piso cinco, y escuchamos los gritos de una señora y bajamos corriendo al piso cuatro.
Ahí estaba la abuela con los niños, abrazando a su nieta, mientras que el niño estaba parado frente a la puerta y tenía al lado al perrito, ladrando frente a la entrada del apartamento.
—¿Señora qué le pasó? — Pregunté.
Me señalo una butaca y me dijo que, el mueble se había movido, solo. Yo entré a ver la butaca, y aunque no vi que se moviera, si la vi hundida, como si tuviese a alguna persona sentada y me imagino, que me deje llevar por la situación, ya que de verdad, sentía, que alguien me estaba mirando desde la butaca. Y a los pocos segundos, se sintió un olor en la casa, pero no era un olor desagradable, sino un olor como a loción de afeitar.
Después de un rato, bajamos con la señora y los niños, a esperar a los padres, ya que la señora, no quería quedarse en el apartamento. Esa misma noche, vino la hermana de la esposa del señor que alquiló el apartamento, y se llevó a la señora que se negaba a quedarse un día mas en el apartamento.
Lo increíble, es que después de que la señora se fue del apartamento, dejaron de pasar situaciones raras en esa casa y la gente dejó sentir, olores, movimientos y dejaron de ver sombras. En lo personal, creo que al espíritu del señor Marcos no le gustaba la señora y no quería que ella estuviese en su casa.
Esa fue la experiencia espiritual, más cercana, colectiva y con testigos, que he conocido de manera directa en los últimos dos años.
Gracias por leerme.
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It has always seemed strange to me in this type of case, the fact that the supposed spirit that now terrorizes people corresponds to that of a person who is supposed to have been a good person in life. I have a hard time understanding this part of these cases. Without a doubt, a very unusual experience.
Hola @fragozar01, mis saludos, al igual que tu, yo normalmente dudo de estas situaciones.
Relato lo que conocí y viví con esos vecinos acá en el edificio.
Pero realmente, lo único extraño que yo pude ver fue lo del hundimiento de la butaca y sentir el olor de la loción de afeitar.
En cuanto a la situación de la casa, creo que el problema era la señora, ya que cuando se fue, según dijeron los vecinos el problema terminó.
La razón, no sé cuál es, a lo mejor era bruja, o hacía rituales raros o cosas así, la verdad que ni idea, realmente de lo que sucedió con ella, solo puedo decir, lo que vi y conocí con los vecinos.
Tal vez, todo era parte de un problema psicólogico de la señora, y tal vez, todos los presentes ese nos vimos influenciados por su miedo en una especie de hipnosis colectiva. La verdad que ni idea, solo relaté la experiencia que viví en el piso 4.
Mis saludos.
Hi @fragozar01, my greetings, like you, I usually doubt about these situations.
I tell what I knew and lived with those neighbors here in the building.
But really, the only strange thing I could see was the sinking of the armchair and feeling the smell of shaving lotion.
As for the situation of the house, I think the problem was the lady, because when she left, according to the neighbors the problem ended.
The reason, I do not know what it is, maybe she was a witch, or did weird rituals or things like that, the truth I have no idea, really what happened to her, I can only say, what I saw and met with the neighbors.
Perhaps, it was all part of a psychological problem of the lady, and perhaps, all of us present that we were influenced by her fear in a kind of collective hypnosis. The truth is that I have no idea, I just related the experience I lived on the 4th floor.
My greetings.
From the narration, I also feel like Mr. Marcos didn't want the stranger in his house.
This was a beautiful read.
Hi @wongi, thanks a lot for the comment and the support.
Yes indeed there was something strange with that lady, although I don't know what it is, and I say that, since when she left, the problems ended and the family is still rented on the 4th floor.
Hola @wongi, muchas gracias por el comentario y el apoyo.
Si efectivamente había algo raro con esa señora, aunque no se que es, y digo eso, ya que al irse ella, se acabaron los problemas y la familia sigue alquilada en el piso 4.
Wow! I didn't know they could actually sink cushions and move furniture. Is this common?
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Hello @luchadesires, my greetings and thank you very much for the support.
As I mentioned in the text, I did not see that the armchair was moving, what I did see was that the armchair was sunken, as when there is someone sitting in it, and I did feel the smell of the shaving lotion band.
But the lady was very scared and said that the chair had moved by itself.But I really didn't see that, I just listened to the story, when we came down with the screams and I saw and felt what I'm telling you above.
It's a good thing that he wasn't evil, sounds like he just wanted to scare her. Definitely a once in a lifetime experience!
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In instances of haunting, or reported haunting, one is of course dependent on the observations and experiences of individuals. These are difficult to prove to objective observers. However, the experience is real for those who report it. You offer us a puzzle: Why would Mr. Marcos haunt this one lady?
Thank you for sharing this with us, @osomar357.
Hi @theinkwell, kind regards.
I'll tell you the same thing that I told my colleagues in the comments above, I just related the experience that some neighbors lived on the fourth floor. And really, as I say in the text, I didn't see the armchairs moving, or anything like that, but I did see the armchair pointed out by the sunken lady and a smell of shaving lotion was felt.
But scientifically, that is not a verifiable fact, because we did not weigh the empty chair, and we did not weigh it when it was apparently full, we also did not see the neighbors we arrived, what was the normal position of the chair cushions in normal situations.
What I mean by this is that perhaps, the neighbors who come down, let themselves be influenced by the fear and attitude of the lady and went through a kind of collective hypnosis, where we saw and felt some things due to the influence of the environment and people's fear.
However, I can't deny that I was very scared that night when I saw the sunken armchair, when I heard the little dog barking and when I felt the smell of lotion, that day, at that moment, everyone present felt chills and fear. Those were the feelings that were in the environment at that moment and although one said that this was neither logical nor possible, those feelings and those sensations of doubts and fear of the unknown were there.
As for the lady, I have no idea, maybe the lady believed in witchcraft, or was a practicing Catholic, or was a medium, the truth I have no idea, since I was not a friend of that family, we were only acquaintances.
Finally thank you very much for the comment and the support.
Hola @theinkwell, cordiales saludos.
Te comento lo mismo que le comente a los compañeros en los comentarios de arriba, solo relaté la experiencia que vivieron unos vecinos, en el piso cuatro. Y de verdad, como digo en el texto, yo no vi las butacas moverse, ni nada por el estilo, pero si vi la butaca que señalaba la señora hundida y se sintió un olor a loción de afeitar.
Pero científicamente, eso no es un hecho comprobable, debido a que no pesamos la silla vacía, y no la pesamos cuando aparentemente estaba llena, tampoco vimos los vecinos que llegamos, cual era la posición normal de los cojines de la silla en situaciones normales.
A lo que me refiero con esto, es que tal vez, los vecinos que bajamos, nos dejamos influenciar por el miedo y la actitud de la señora y pasamos por una suerte de hipnosis colectiva, donde vimos y sentimos algunas cosas por la influencia del ambiente y del miedo de las personas.
Sin embargo, yo no puedo negar que me asuste mucho esa noche al ver la butaca hundida, al escuchar al perrito ladrando y al sentir el olor a loción, ese día, en ese momento, todos los presentes sentimos escalofríos y miedo. Esos eran los sentimientos que había en ese momento en el ambiente y aunque uno decía que eso no era ni lógico, ni posible, esos sentimientos y esas sensaciones de dudas y de temor a lo desconocido estaban allí.
En cuanto a la señora, no tengo ni idea, tal vez la señora creía en brujería, o era católica practicante, o era médium, la verdad que no tengo ni idea, ya que no era amigo de esa familia, solo eramos conocidos.
Finalmente muchas gracias por el comentario y el apoyo.
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