This image is the closest thing to the church in the history



This one didnt't happen to me.



This one happened to my mother in the early 1983. In that year she lived in a "Hacienda" what could be interpreted as a ranch for some people, the hacienda had a little church inside of it and inside of it there were three rooms for some residents of the hacienda.



The three rooms were in a side of the church in a long hallway that had the roof a little destroyed and some bats had claimed the roof as their nest. My mother's room was at the end of the hall, the last of the three. She was the only one who slept alone in any of the rooms, as the others were occupied by couples. This church gave rise to many stories, but the one I will share this time was the first one that happened to her. My mother says that some nights she could hear knocking coming from inside one of the closets in front of her bed. She says that almost a month after arriving, she began to suffer from sleep paralysis. Although during the first few weeks she didn't see or hear anything, she just couldn't move, at some point she began to see three figures at the foot of her bed who came out of the closet, sat at the foot of her bed, and watched her until they went back into the closet. The sleep paralysis and the apparitions gradually began to occur almost daily. As time passed, not only did the three figures from the closet begin to appear, but after about a month and a half of constant sleep paralysis, my mother also began to see the man in the hat. As soon as he appeared, the three figures never returned, and now only he remained.



His visits didn't last long, approximately less than two weeks. His last appearance was the only sleep paralysis in which one of the apparitions "interacted" with my mother. "Interacted" is in quotes because all he did was appear after a few minutes. My mother says he lunged at her, and in a matter of milliseconds he was almost on top of her. However, when he should have landed on her, he was gone. My mother describes it as happening in the blink of an eye, as he moved with incredible speed. From that moment on, she never suffered from sleep paralysis again. But this event could be said to have marked the opening of my mother's third eye, because from then on, events of this nature began to happen to her very frequently and have accompanied her to this day, generating more stories that I hope to share here.



This story might not seem very scary or shocking to you, but I want to start telling all these events from the beginning. I'll try to tell the following ones in more detail. Thank you so much for reading <3