DOCTOR NARCISO GOMES SERVES PATIENTS EVEN AFTER DEATH! ARARENSE FOLKLORE? NO, IT REALLY HAPPENED!

One of the most remarkable stories involving the famous dr. Narciso Gomes (1857-1923) - the "Father of the Poor" - was taken by the speaker and broadcaster Cardoso Silva and published in the extinct Araras Newspaper, on June 25, 1953. 

Decades later, the writer Emilio Wolff published it in an autobiographical book and, more recently, Professor Adilson Oliveira Costa turned it into a comic book.

This story has a curious passage involving this famous medical history of a supernatural nature, but usually explained for spiritualism, in which he, even after his death, went to see a patient in a rural town. The incident took place in Araras, a little town in São Paulo, and it is considered historical fact in the town. It was in the distant August 24, 1923, date of death of the doctor.

NARCISO, DRESSED IN WHITE (by Cardoso Silva)

Rainy Tuesday. Old streets of blurry mud. And a kind of funeral floor resounded in all corners of the old Araras.

- Doctor Narciso died! ...

There down in the Tiradentes street, the home that was almost to the corner by the missing Aurora Pharmacy (where it is today's shoe store) were getting friendly people, politicians, the people that led a tear to the corpse of the father of the poor in the most touching silent tributes! ...

The town was grim. A slow moving took the creatures to the bier of Narciso Gomes. Holiday spot. Mourning in the souls of the fellows of the great character man. Of the doctor with confirmed wisdom. And the news spreading, more and more:

- Doctor Narciso died! ...

That afternoon the walking companions would take the corpse of the honest politician in the silver coffin to the Municipal Necropolis. The rain continued. Some would say that the sincere nature of Araras mourned too!

* * *

Rain falls. Red mud on wet roads. The house of a poor worker. A sick, gaunt, very pale woman lying on a humble bed. Gasps. Double pneumonia. A client of Dr.. Narciso Gomes. Her husband - a lean and strong fellow - nervous. Noticing the fever dominating the poor wife. And thinking:

- It rains a lot. He will not come.

The patient groans. The husband suffers. Suddenly, knocks on the dry old door. The worker answers. Is the doctor arriving. Dr. Narciso, in person. And as always - all dressed in white. White linen suit. White shoes. White socks. White tie and a white shirt with hard white collar. And - curious! - White hair. Enters. Greets cordial, friendly. As always. And throws the classic question:

- How's our patient doing?

Go to the room. The caboclo's joy is such that he doesn't repair that it is still raining hard outside, but the dear doctor is not wet. That did not bring mud under his feet. That there was not even a coach at the door. The worker does not even remember to ask about the way dr. Narciso arrived there. The doctor examines his patient. Smiles and says:

- You, my friend, still today send this recipe I will give. I will not have to come over again, ya know? Your wife is saved. As long as she takes it, right away the medicine I prescribed.

- Yes, sir, doctor. Right away...

And after writing the recipe, signed and dated. Then, in a fatherly smile, tender, says farewell to his client. And the worker asks:

- When will you be back, Doctor?

- I do not know - Sighed Dr. Narciso.

And seeing that the doctor left the room, the worker asks:

- You're already leaving? Do not want me to accompany you?

- No - it was the answer. To where I go, I must go alone.

And his gesture made the husband stay with the patient. And he left. The worker heard when the door opened and the noise was accompanied by the roar of a strong thunder. The rain continued to fall...

* * *

In the same rainy afternoon. The worker goes into Araras and realize the air of gloom that enveloped the whole town. Goes straight to Aurora Pharmacy. Find it closed. The worker thinks it is a national holiday. Hit the gate, at the side. The lady of the pharmacist answers the man, wet with rain:

- Good afternoon! I came to fill a prescription!

- My husband is not here. He went to the cemetery, the funeral... if you want, you can come in and wait at the drugstore. Not to stay in the rain!

- Thanks, I'll wait!

In the photo, the German Pharmacy, from Paul Kuhlmann, 1914 (Current Shoe Buzolin), in which the episode happened.

The man waited. Sitting on a bench of the characteristic old town pharmacy. Came the pharmacist. He greeted the customer in a smile. But the worker noticed sadness in the face of the friendly pharmacist. The worker explained why he was there, it was a shock:

- But you're sure about what you say? That this happened today?

- Yes, sir. Today... at around two o'clock this afternoon. After he left I took the horse and came quickly because still today I have to give the medicine to the woman!

The pharmacist could take no more:

- I can not believe! At that time we were guarding the corpse of Dr. Narciso Gomes and he, in fact, was fully dressed in white... even the shoes! I'm coming back from the cemetery right now! I'm coming back from his funeral...

The worker turned white. He began to sweat. Gained new impetus and delivered the recipe. There was the dated prescription with the authentic signature of Dr. Narciso Gomes.

Even after death, dr. Narciso, dressed in white, rescued another of his poor ones.

RESSURECTION MARY

Mary was a beautiful young Polish American girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She loved to go out in the evenings dancing. One cold winter night in 1934, she was with her boyfriend at the O. Henry Ballroom, now Willowbrook Ballroom on Archer Avenue in Justice Illinois, a southern suburb of Chicago. The couple had an argument that night and Mary walked out of the ballroom determined that she would rather walk home alone than ride home with her date. She didn’t walk very far up Archer Avenue when suddenly a car skidded out of control and struck her. The driver fled the scene leaving Mary either dead or dying on the side of the cold dark road. She was already dead by the time she was found, and was buried shortly afterwards in Resurrection Cemetery, in her white dress and dancing shoes.

Several years later, drivers along Archer Avenue started reporting strange encounters with a young woman in a white dress. She always appeared to be real person, until she would inexplicably vanish. Motorists passing by Resurrection Cemetery began claiming that a young woman was attempting to jump onto the running boards of their cars. When they stopped to go to her aid, she would be gone. Some even said that their car passed directly through the girl. At that point, she would turn and disappear through the cemetery gates.

The strange encounters began to move further away from the graveyard and closer to the Ballroom. She was now being reported on the nearby roadway and sometimes, inside of the ballroom itself. On many occasions, young men would meet her at the ballroom, dance with her and then offer her a ride home. She would accept and offer directions that would lead north on Archer Avenue. When the car would reach the gates of Resurrection Cemetery, the young woman would always vanish.

Bewildered and shaken drivers began to appear almost routinely in nearby businesses and even at the nearby Justice, Illinois police station. They told strange and frightening stories and sometimes they were believed and sometimes they were not. Regardless, they created an even greater legend of the vanishing girl, who would go on to become Resurrection Mary. 

THE GETTYSBURG GHOSTS

At Gettysburg was fought the greatest battle of the Civil War. The armies of North and South, with a contingent of 150,000 men, faced off during days 1, 2 and 3 July 1863 and suffered 53,000 casualties, a little less than the amount of U.S. soldiers killed in Vietnam War.

The Battle of Gettysburg was won by Northern troops and reversed the course of the Civil War, until then completely favorable to the rebels of the South.

After Gettysburg, the South was never the same. They fought for another two years until the surrender in April 1865.

The sacrifice of the 53,000 soldiers who fell in that battle was recognized and honored by President Abraham Lincoln in November 1863, when he made a historical speech at the inauguration of the city's military cemetery.

All this made the fame of Gettysburg. American children learn at school the speech of Lincoln at Gettysburg.

When the last Civil War soldier died in 1956, Gettysburg was covered with monuments raised by the veterans who fought there.

Gettysburg is now a National Park. Daily school bus with students flocking to the city attractions vying with hundreds of tourists and historians.

The Gettysburg National Park is a beautiful place. Full of colors, flowers, birds, squirrels, etc.. Peaceful. You can browse the local battle by car or on foot. In hours or days.

Who is going to Gettysburg must know and love history. You can study and learn there. Guides are trained at the Visitor Center to do just that.

But there are stories of Gettysburg that are not in the history books. What about the vision of a cavalry officer in full uniform North passing quietly with his horse in front of a group of visitors, and reaching the other side of the road disappearing?

Or a group of "reenactors" which, in the middle of a passage found in the woods three soldiers who hand them a box of ammunition dated 1863, never used and brand new and then disappear into the fog? And the wounded soldier to a visitor asks for water in the park when he was already getting dark? And the sound of marching troops at dawn in front of a hotel window overlooking the battlefield?

And the screams of wounded in the basement of Gettysburg College occupied for weeks after the battle and as a field hospital?

One explanation for these supernatural events can be in fact so many young people have had a sudden and violent death.

It may be that their souls have no rest, continue to wander in the places they lived their last days.

For those who like that sort of story and emotion, the City Ghost Tours offers daily basis. Walks with expert guides to places where we hear reports say happened repeatedly.

At night Gettysburg gets transformed. In the houses' windows candles appear. According to tradition, this means that people in that home are awaiting the return of a loved one who went to war. And he's still in the tunnel of time.

WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM

During the 1800s and early 1900s, America was ravaged by a deadly disease known by many as the “white death” - tuberculosis. This terrifying and very contagious plague, for which no cure existed, claimed entire families and sometimes entire towns. 

In 1900, Louisville, Kentucky had one of the highest tuberculosis death rates in America. Built on low, swampland, the area was the perfect breeding ground for disease and in 1910, a hospital was constructed on a windswept hill in southern Jefferson County that had been designed to combat the horrific disease. The hospital quickly became overcrowded though and with donations of money and land, a new hospital was started in 1924.
 
The new structure, known as Waverly Hills, opened two years later in 1926. It was considered the most advanced tuberculosis sanatorium in the country but even then, most of the patients succumbed to the disease. In those days before medicine was available to treat the disease, it was thought that the best treatment for tuberculosis was fresh air, plenty of nutritious food and lots of rest. Many patients survived their stay at Waverly Hills but it is estimated that hundreds died here at the height of the epidemic. 

The place was huge with balconies perfect for catching sick air even on rainy days, since the disease attacks the lungs. Dedicated doctors who risked their lives to caring for patients. But the disease was cruel, and had no cure in the sanatorium patients died more than 63mil.

At the location a tunnel was built to bring doctors and people who worked at the sanatorium to the outside behind it, where doctors had their homes not to return to the city to bring the risk of the disease. But at the height of the epidemic with three people dying per hour, the tunnel was used to bring dead bodies to their families without the other patients to see... and became known as Tunnel of death.

Ghost researchers are always drawn to the fifth floor of the former hospital. The fifth floor consisted of two nurses’ stations, a pantry, a linen room, medicine room and two medium-sized rooms on both sides of the two nurses’ stations. One of these, Room 502, is the subject of many rumors and legends and just about every curiosity-seeker that had broken into Waverly Hills over the years wanted to see it. This is where, according to the stories, people have jumped to their deaths, have seen shapes moving in the windows and have heard disembodied voices that order trespassers to “get out”.

There is a lot of speculation as to what went on in this part of the hospital but what is believed is that mentally insane tuberculosis patients were housed on the fifth floor. This kept them far away from the rest of the patients in the hospital but still in an area where they could benefit from the fresh air and sunshine. This floor is actually centered in the middle of the hospital and the two wards, extending out from the nurses’ station, is glassed in on all sides and opens out onto a patio-type roof. The patients were isolated on either side of the nurses’ stations and they had to go to a half door at each station to get their food and medicine and to use the restroom, which was located adjacent to the station.

With the discovery of the antibiotics came the cure for tuberculosis, the disease was eradicated and the Waverly Hill Sanatorium closed its doors in 1961. They tried to reopen its doors in 1962 as a nursing home, but it soon ended with accusations of abuse of patients.
 
Is any wonder, after all of the death, pain and agony within these walls, that Waverly Hills is considered to be one of the most haunted places in the country?
 
The movie Death Tunnel was recorded in the sanatorium and based on real events that occurred there. The sanatorium has also appeared in an episode of Supernatural. So... How about spending a night there?

THE GHOST OF THE NIGHT SHIFT TERRORIZES A HOSPITAL IN SOUTH AFRICA

A supposed spirit is spreading panic in the health center of St. Barnadas, the African country has a strong superstitious tradition in relatin to the ancestors.
 
A spirit that appears at night has been terrorizing the workers at St. Barnabas in Libode, South Africa so much that those responsible for the hospital opened an official investigation, given the magniture that this matter is taking: The employees now refuse to work the night shift.
 
Machines go on and off by themselves, visions of a nurse who disappears in thin air and calls at the doors of some medical trainees are part of this nysterious cocktail.
 
The first report, three weeks ago, came from the medical students that work in the hospital alleging to the director that "at night someone knocks on the door and when we go answer that is nobody in the hallway". At first nobody took them seriously.
 
The last one to testify that there is a spirit in the building was a worker who says: "I met at night an uniformed nurse with a purse in front of the hospital. I asked where she was going and she said she was going to work and disappeared."
 
The health center decided then to take the case seriously and they are investigaing the events. "It could be a serious problem for the hospital, since the workers refuse to work the night shift", said the spokesman. "We are also concerned about the operations that occur early, as some machines are switched off in the middle of the intervention", says Kupelo.
 
In South Africa there is a strong belief in everything that is related to the spirits.
 
Belief in contact with the ancestors is part of the culture of many people. And the respect for their figure is crucial, specially in rural areas. The health center itself recognizes that this could affect  seriously the operation of the hospital.

THE ISLAND OF THE DOLLS

In the heart of the Xochimico’s canals, south of Mexico City, Mexico, lies one of the most bizarre locations you’re likely to come upon. It is La Isla de la Muñecas, which translates to “The Island of the Dolls”.

Starting in the 1950′s, a man named Julián Santana Barrera began collecting dolls and placing them throughout this island. It is said that the collection began when he witnessed the drowning death of a little girl. He began seeing her ghost around the island, and the dolls were meant to be an offering or gift to the little lost spirit. Some say he was deeply troubled by the ghost, and the hope was that the dolls would keep her entertained. His collection became an obsession, and he became somewhat of a hermit on the island. He would collect dolls and hang them from trees, tie them to buildings… anywhere he could place them.

Over time, locals came to believe that the energy of the deceased girl possessed the dolls themselves, and that when passing by the island, especially at night, whispers could be heard urging people to come ashore. The dolls have also been reported to move on their own, making the island a place filled with fascination and dread.

In 2001, Julián Santana Barrera passed away. In a mysterious twist, he was found drowned in the same canal where he’d discovered the body of the little girl so many years ago. It is claimed that this once haunted caretaker now haunts the island himself, along with his friends… the dolls.

 Julian Barrera Santana died in 2001 aged 50, DROWNED ...

GRIGIO, THE GHOST DOG OF DON BOSCO

Many people know the Italian John Melchior Bosco, the priest who helped poor children in the city of Turin. Here in Brazil, there is the work of the Salesians, where there are several educational institutions, Shrines and churches, where they tell the story of struggles and victories of this educator.

"(...) In the early days of his ministry he was in danger either because of bandits, who thought he had money, as by merchants and city officials, who resented his attempts to organize and educate their future cheap labor. Over the years, Don Bosco has survived several attempts on his life. They could have been successful were not for the repeated - and almost unspeakable - interventions of huge Grigio. When Bosco was in danger the grid dog appeared from nowhere to chase their attackers. Once order was restored, he simply turned and walked away.

Over the years, the reputation grew and nor thieves nor local officials dared touch Bosco. The powerful Grigio, which was always attracted by the problems simply disappeared, never to be seen." 

One evening in 1852, returning home alone, the priest realized that a bandit was following a few steps away, ready to strike him. Don Bosco began to run, but little later, he faced a corner with the rest of the gang which barred the path. Suddenly stopped and stuck his elbow in the chest of the first attacker, who fell to the ground screaming, "I'll die!" I'll die!" 

At that moment the dog came providential. Tossed from side to side, giving terrifying barks with such fury that the criminals had to ask for St. John Bosco to calm him down and keep it with him while they tried to flee. 

On another occasion, his guard stopped him from leaving home. It was night, and Don Bosco had to leave. Mama Margarita tried to dissuade him, but he calmed down, took his hat and was leaving, accompanied by some guys. At the gate, found lying on the ground Grigio. 

- Oh, Grigio, the better we will be well accompanied! Arise and come with us, "said to the dog. 

But the dog, instead of obeying, he growled and did not budge. One of the boys whipped with his foot to see if he could lift it, but he grinned menacingly.

Mama Margaret then told the child: 

- You would not hear me, hear now the dog: do not leave at this time! 

To satisfy the desire of the mother, Don Bosco returned to the house. Soon after, a neighbor came running to warn him not to leave at that moment, because four armed men roamed the neighborhood, determined to kill him. 

The fact was later confirmed by people worthy of faith. This dog can "predict the future” and act accordingly even if it was a simple brute? The founder of the Salesians did not answer this question. But he made his disciples an interesting narrative, transcribed below in his own words. 

Report of Don Bosco 

“Grigio was the subject of many conversations and several hypotheses. Many of you have seen and even touched him. Leaving aside the stories that pilgrims have him if I will expose the truth. 

Because of frequent attacks that I was targeted, I was advised not to walk alone to go to the city of Turin or to go back. 

In late November 1854, a dark, rainy afternoon, returning from the city, at some point I realized that two men walked a short distance in front of me. Accelerated or slowed down, every time I sped up or slowed. When, not to meet with them, I tried to pass to the opposite side, with great skill they placed themselves in front of me. Wanted to go back but had no time: giving two leaps back, I threw a cloak over his face. One of them managed to gag me with a handkerchief. I wanted to scream but could not. 

At that very moment came Grigio. Roaring like a bear, fell down with their feet against the face of one, with open mouth against the other, so that most suited them involve the dog than me. 

- Call the dog! - Shouted amazed.

- I would, yes, but let the passengers in peace.

- Call soon! 

Grigio continued to howl like angry bear. They set out again, and Grigio, always beside me, accompanied me. I returned to the Oratory escorted by him. 

On nights when no one was with me, as it passed the last houses saw I Grigio across the street. Often the young people of the Oratory saw him enter the courtyard. Some wanted to beat him, others throw stones at him. 

- Do not molest the dog is of Don Bosco - Joseph Buzzetti said to them. 

Then they all began to caress him and followed him to the refectory, where I was dining with some clerics and priests, and with my mother. Faced with such an unexpected visit, they were all afraid. 

- Have no fear, is my Grigio, let him come - I said. 

Taking a long detour around the table came to me, making party. I also stroked and offered him soup, bread and meat, but he refused. More: not even smelled the food. 

Then continuing to show signs of satisfaction, put his head on my knees, as if to tell me or give me good night, and then with great enthusiasm and joy, the boys followed him out. I remember that night had returned home late at night and a friend had brought me in his carriage. 

The last time I saw Grigio was in 1866 when he went to the Moncucco Murialdo, the house of Louis Moglia, my friend. The pastor of Buttigliera wished to accompany me for a good stretch of road, and this made the night surprised me in the middle of the road. 

- Oh! here if I had my Grigio, which would be good! - I thought. 

At that moment Grigio came running towards me with great demonstrations of joy, and accompanied me on the stretch of road that still had to travel about three miles. Arriving at my friend's house talked with the family and went to supper, leaving my companion to rest in a corner. After dinner, the friend said:  - We give food to your dog. 

And taking some food, took it to the dog but could not find him in any corner of the room and the house. Everyone was surprised because no door, no window had been opened, and the dogs of the house gave no alarm.

That was the last I heard of him. I never knew his owner. Many years after this fact, D. Bosco was in the mountains of Liguria and, among those lost canyons at night, not knowing what direction to take to get to town, invoking his guardian angel, Grigio approached, joked with him and drove on the right path to the house to which D. Bosco was getting at. Then he disappeared. Society Apostolate "

THE DEMON´S CABIN

Once upon a time a very humble young man lived as nomadic, always seeking a cozy place to rest his animals.

One day when running for an abandoned place, he saw a very old cabin, which with no doubt would be abandoned for some time.

He then decided to stay there for one night. He tied his donkey and his two goatlings, then pulled the bag and outside the hat he was able to prepare his mesh. He preferred to stay on the outside, it didn´t feel good to get into the house.

Then he went to the woods to look for some wood so he could build a fire, soon it would be evening and he could not be at the mercy of the cold.

As he had experience in the forest, he lit his fire without much difficulty, took his canteen and decided to enjoy the starry night. The sky was beautiful, there were clouds clear, as the summer afternoons the wind was slowly making a single whistle, the perfect melody to sleep. He took another sip of brandy and felt his lips numb, took another sip and another and remembered that he had to feed the animals. He pulled the bag and poured some food for each. The pets were treated well, they were great company, always at his side, could be anytime or anyplace.

The sky was already dark and the cold was very gentle, he decided to get some sleep, it was not very late, but had been a long day and he needed rest. He slept almost immediately, lying on the cabin door. In the middle of the night woke half amazed, because his mesh was packing up with a tremendous force. That left him scared, he woke up and looked around, the night was dark, he wanted to sleep inside the house, but could not bear to leave their animals alone, there might be some wild animal and he wanted to be around to protect his friends . But then, what the hell, had shaken his mesh?

He pulled his gun and looked around to see if it was some animal, or some funny, which is unlikely. He heard a noise, almost a hiss, it seemed people talking... - Indians? - He looked again, but all stopped, no sound, not even the crickets natural sound. He found it all very strange, but decided to sleep again, he might have swung the mesh himself while sleeping, you never know.

He lay down again, but this time with the shotgun in his arms, as a cautious man knows it is better to look fool than irresponsible. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it was not long and felt as if his knees were pushing on his back, turned almost immediately with a gun in his fists, but saw nothing. Right now found that it was more of a dream but something very strange.

He woke up again and went to get his animals, and as soon as he untied the first goatling, their hind legs seemed to float in the air, as if invisible hands were pulling them. The boy started screaming pulling the animal back, but the goatling was pulled with such force that it became impossible to stop, it was like twenty men to pull the other side. The animal cried in desperation and his legs were bleeding already threatening to break. In an act of despair, and sorry for the animal, he released him and let him go.

The goatling was pulled as it flew into the middle of the trees, there he heard a horrible noise of bones being broken.

He was on his knees and wept, wondering what was happening.

Even with the fear he went in search for the other animals and saw that the other goatling was also being pulled by that strange force. He fell to his knees and asked God to spare his life and the lives of his animals. Then the goatling fell to the ground, and he almost automatically picked up, then took colt, threw his wounded animal on his shoulders and ran away.

Ran into the jungle and when he turned his eyes to the house, he saw an old woman that looked horrible who smiled at him.

Nobody knows for sure what this woman said to him, people just say that he ran and got lost almost a whole day as crazy in the woods. Only after a while people found his pets and himself all wounded lying on a bed of river, his eyes staring at nothing.

It was long before he recovered himself and told what had happened, he just can not remember what happened after he looked at those eyes, which he said were totally evil.

THE ENIGMA OF JOELMA

The Joelma Building, one of the most imposing buildings in Sao Paulo, burned down by more than four hours on February 1st, 1974. The result of this tragedy were 345 injured and 189 killed. Even today experts ensure that the place is surrounded by a strange spiritual energy. Witnesses said the building Joelma carries a curse.

In 1948, there was a house where is now Joelma Building. There lived a chemistry professor, Paul Campbell, 26 years, along with his mother and two sisters. Paul shot and killed his mother and sisters and buried the bodies in a pit that had built in the backyard. After Paul committed suicide. The police worked with two hypotheses for the crime. The first is that the family would have rejected a girlfriend. The second is that Paul would have killed his mother and sisters because they had serious health problems and he did not want to take care of them.

The mystery of the death of the entire family has never been solved. After the recovery of bodies, a firefighter also became a victim of the curse and died of corpse infection. The triple murder-suicide shocked the population of Sao Paulo and became known as "The Crime of the Pit". The place became famous for being haunted.

In 1972, the house gave way to a modern building of 20 floors. It was the Joelma Building. Because of the Crime, the number of the street was changed, but the curse was not forgotten.

On February 1st, 1974, at 8:45 am, a short circuit in the air conditioning of the building started the fire. With nowhere to run, people panicked. The heat reached 700 º C and many jumped from the top of the building. The fire virtually destroyed the Joelma. There was no water in the cars of the Fire Department ladder Magirus and only managed to reach a part of the building.

Thirteen people managed to escape by elevator, but could not save themselves. The bodies were not identified and were eventually buried side by side in St. Peter's Cemetery in the capital. The thirteen bodies gave rise to the mystery of the thirteen souls and to them are attributed miracles.

After the fire, the building was four years closed for construction. When reopened, it was renamed the Plaza of the Flag. Witnesses said the dead spirits roam the building today. The Building Joelma has dozens of empty rooms, but the attempt to rid the place of spirits continues. The stories about the old Joelma are still a great mystery. Some believe, some doubt and some are sure that everything is true.

RAUL´S TRAUMA

Raul had moved a little over two years for a neighborhood that was in the same city where he grew up. He was a man of middle age. He had always been seen as a quiet man was never seen in company of friends, was never seen receiving visitors, was quiet and very few were the times that someone heard him pronounce any word. There are rumors that say he was like that because of an injury he had suffered as a young man, in fact the trauma actually happened, but this by far was caused due to the escape of his parents leaving him abandoned, as people say.

Raul was 14 and got home from school. As usual lunch was ready, he as a constant DejaVu, threw the backpack on the couch, gave a kiss on his mother and went straight to sit at the table.

- Raul my son, how many times I have to say you need to wash your hands to sit at the table? Every day I have to say the same thing, so you'll end up getting an infection and will take some work for me, as always .- said Vera, Raul's mother.

- Mom you´re so dramatic. I get exposed to bacteria all the time, I will not die if I eat without washing my hands, I use knife and fork and not my hands to eat. And besides, if I swallow two or three bacterias there is no problem...

- Enough, you better eat or food will get cold.- Vera said smiling.

Raul laughed and began to eat greedily as if he had not seen food for decades. There was a car coming and Vera looked out the kitchen window to see who it was.

- Look, your father has arrived. Did something happened? - Vera left the kitchen and Raul continued to eat without giving importance to what she said.

After a few minutes Vera came into the kitchen along with Arthur, father of Raul.

- Hi son, everything´s all right? - Said Arthur.

- Everything, something happened?

- Well, things happen all the time.

- Bah, this I know. Is that you never got that time at home since you started working.

- That´s the first time today, I decided to take your mother out to lunch .- Raul got surprised, but it was not so unusual his father having crazy outbursts of romanticism.

- Bye Raulzito, I'm hungry.

- You go like that? With clothes to stay home?

- What's wrong? Stop being glib boy, bye... I'm gone, I'm not here .- Vera gave farewell smiling being taken in hand by Arthur, who already showed impatience.

- Bye, big guy. We will not take long.- Arthur said giving a bye with the other hand.

Raul spent the afternoon alone, used to play video games and eat the swill he wanted without being harassed. The night was already extending his long arms on the horizon and Raul began to worry because his parents were taking long to come back and had not given a call. He decided to call his father but noticed that the phone from his room was silent, left the room to call from the livingroom and met with Arthur and Vera standing in the middle of the room.

- Hell, nor heard the noise of the car, was good huh! By the time you arrived, you must have eaten the whole restaurant.

Arthur shook hands with Vera and went in the direction of Raul who opened his arms to embrace them. Raul froze, froze when realized his parents went through his body. Shocked, he turned quickly and saw them still walk hand in hand toward the wall that was also crossed by them, leaving a nearly imperceptible light.

To this day on, Raul never saw his parents or heard any news of them, the police never knew what happened and the few relatives they had given the case closed because they could not do anything. Raul was taken to live with his mother's sister. He never touched on the subject, cause he felt that the mere mention of the word death, body or burial, pluck him visceral pain. He knew what had happened and this secret he would never reveal to anyone.

THE RAINY BRIDE

On the road, when talking about amazing stories the truck drivers never forget the "Rainy Bride".

It´s a story about a young couple that would get married. He was a truck driver named Jordan, she, a beautiful woman named Suzana who sang in a church choir.

The boy would have to pay a trip to the celebration of this long-awaited union. In return then, join his heart with his beloved.

She, very happy, did not talk about anything else. Her mornings have never been so beautiful. Thousands of plans passing through that little head. Get her house, her children, would be on the window, smiling, when the prince of the road were to arrive.

So the date of that day arrived, but he (nobody knows why) failed to return. Suzana hopefully, in front of the mirror, saw the desperate hours pass. Gradually that hope changed to uncertainty. Everyone wanted to help with words, gestures, but nobody could do nothing.

Suzana ran to the side of the road that passed through their city and began to wait. Her parents begged her to come home, but the poor one faced days of despair waiting for her beloved one. In one of those afternoons a cold rain caused Suzana pneumonia that took her life.

The couple did not realize their dream and Suzana´s lover never returned. But still, the truck driver that to go through that city on a rainy afternoon will be surprised with a terrible conclusion: in the edges of the road he´ll see a girl who was and still is waiting for a guy who will never come.

A TRUE GHOST STORY!!!

It happened last month... I was in that point between asleep and awaken when I heard a noise in my room and through the sheets (I normally sleep all covered from top to toes) I saw a figure with the same silhouette of my brother close to my computer´s desk. At that moment I thought with myself: "He is probably looking for cigarettes... better show him where they are."

My first move was to take the sheets away to wake up and show him where the cigarettes were. But the thing is when I put the sheets out there was nobody there.

It was strange but then I woke up and walked the house to see where he had gone. When going to his bedroom I saw he was there in deep sleep.

At that moment I felt no ground under my feet cause my mother always said to me that my daddy (he died of a car accident one month before I be born) was exactly like this brother of mine if he was black, same body type, same face...

I couldn´t sleep anymore after that, it was about 4 am.

When the morning came I commented the happening with my mother and she said that it must have been my daddy´s visit to see if everything was ok with me :-O