THE CRYING OF BABIES........ Many years ago when you could still walk late at night without fear of being mugged or mutilated, I came from a party

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THE CRYING OF BABIES……..
Many years ago when you could still walk late at night without fear of being mugged or mutilated, I came from a party enjoying a cool and soft summer breeze, on my way home I remember passing through the direction of the Santiago neighborhood, to shorten the path between Amado Nervo street and head towards the center, it was very late and the silence was almost total in those gloomy streets, some facades of the houses distracted me and delayed my walk because I stopped for a few minutes delighting my senses to see them, imagining who could have lived and died in those old houses, I wondered if perhaps they were brothels in the past, and so I continued my way until I reached a corner which was almost in total darkness because several The public lighting bulbs were not working, everything was calm, calm and silence that were suddenly interrupted when crossing to the opposite sidewalk, the cry of a baby seemed to arise. go under my feet, as if it came from the bowels of the earth, I jumped and ran a few steps, when I turned around I heard another scream and then another as if it were several babies crying at the same time, steeling myself with courage I decided to find out where the crying came, thinking that maybe some bad mother had abandoned her children in a cardboard box or something like that, when I was close to that mysterious cry I realized that they were coming from the floor, I got closer and it was then that I realized that crying came from an old sewer, at that moment I felt a chill run through my whole body, and a sensation that since I was a child warns me and warns that what I am seeing or hearing does not belong to this world, without expecting another surprise I went walking to in a hurry and non-stop until I reached my house.
Years passed and I met a person who lived her whole life in that neighborhood, and without knowing about my experience, she told me that in the past when that area functioned as a red zone, many women who lived a gallant life miscarried when they got pregnant. clandestine, throwing their fetuses… into the sewers……..

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