I recently told a story on this site of a Guardian Ghost. That’s not the only thing I have experienced though. One is of a tale that was told to me through another’s eyes four months ago in Chihuahua, Mexico.
Me and my family had been visiting my Tia (Aunt in Spanish) Vernardita who is a nun working in a two-hundred year old place that takes care of the elderly. To tell the truth, it’s scary as Hell!
Well, we had been in the chapel with the other elderly and I had needed to go the bathroom very badly. The trip was made in a van and it was long! Plus I had too much soda earlier. As soon as I got out of the chapel I was lost. I asked the middle-aged receptionist where the bathroom was but she only spoke in very fast Spanish that I didn’t understand at all!
I wandered uncomfortably around asking other employees where the bathroom was. Finally I found an elderly man with a huge scar under his right eye who spoke some English. He directed me to a small building behind the kitchens with large heavy metal screen doors in the front. I thanked the man hurriedly but all he said was, “Watch your hands cuidado con tus manos.”
I ran inside to the bathroom, did my business and made to get out of the small building. Since the door didn’t have a handle, I grabbed the doors side and pushed it open. As soon as I was out, I made to close the door behind me but suddenly, the heavy metal door swung shut on my fingers as if someone had slammed it on my hand and was still holding it closed.
In a panick I managed to pry my fingers from the door and run as fast as I could to the chapel. I composed my face into what I hoped would be an encouraging smile to the elderly worshipping inside.
After everyone had finished in the chapel I examined my hand, a long red mark stretched from my index finger to my pinkie and a bruise was forming in my middle finger. After that, the feeling of despair inside the place grew.
When we were about to leave that night I was impatient. I wanted to get the Hell out of there!
I kissed my Tia on the cheek, crossed the foyer and out the gates to the van. Despair had suddenly turned to panic. Something was wrong, I was in danger. From what I didn’t know. The door was locked. I tried to force it open, nothing.
I heard rasping behind me. I spun around to see a dark sinister figure charging at me. Before I could react, the figure had ran straight through me. I saw frightening images in my brain and I passed out.
Written by Adrian Guerrero Copyright 2008 all rights reserved