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We find ourselves at the end of the 20th
century, at the dawn of the 21st century,

and in a time as rational as the one we
live in, there are still mysterious

phenomena of difficult understanding and
acceptance for the human being.

Because we still live surrounded by
mysteries.

Of some of them, we know their existence.

Others, on the other hand, remain hidden
around us.

But, nevertheless, they exist.

And we stumble over them sporadically.

Therefore, we are going to present you
with a testimonial document based on a

series of historical facts, authentic and
testified stories.

Stories that have been
adapted for cinema and

dramatically reconstructed
in front of the cameras.

But they are stories and hidden phenomena
that have been protagonized by all of us.

Exceptional men and women.

Possessors of extraordinary
psychic faculties

and who live and are
currently among us.

Because hidden phenomena exist.

And we are going to
show them to you through

a fantastic journey to
an unknown dimension.

A journey to another dimension.

That is, come with us to make a journey to
the beyond.

Hey, excuse me.

This train leaves at 9 o'clock.

Yes, sir.

Well, it's already 9 o'clock.

You are ahead of time.

At my watch, it's 8 and a half.

If you want, you have time to drink
something in the canteen.

Thank you.

Hey, what did you want, sir?

I was confused.

Do we leave the car here?

No, it is better to take out the suitcases
and then leave the car outside the station.

A coffee with milk, please.

Would you like some pasta?

No, thank you.

This is for you, sir.

Goodbye.

What should I give you?

30 pesetas.

Hey, Pedro, what's the matter?

The station is a little greasy.

That's car number two, and at this
temperature...

...the train has to go.

And the train leaves at 8 o'clock.

What?

Oh, sorry.

What do you think?

Shall we sit here?

Okay.

I'm a little worried.

This place...

It's a very short trip, you'll see.

We'll be there in half an hour.

Why don't you lean on your feet like me?

I don't know.

In

the canteen at the station I saw you taking
out a blue envelope from your pocket.

Yes.

Vera, I'll explain.

I have the feeling that we are going to
the same place.

Have you also received the invitation of
Dr. Meyner?

Well, yes.

I suppose someone will come to receive us.

Women are supposed to... I don't know.

I don't know.

Everything seems so strange to me.

Yes, but remember that you
were the one who accepted

knowing that there was
an economic retribution.

But you accepted.

How do you welcome me, Doctor Meyner?

You are welcome.

Please hand over your invitations.

Please come in.

You can bring your suitcases over to
stitches.

Here you are, thank you.

Please, take a seat and
make yourself comfortable

while I announce your
arrival to Dr. Meinen.

If you want to drink something,
you will find drinks on the counter.

All right, thank you.

It is the Kabbalistic symbol of Zohar.

The engraving represents the three levels
in which man is constituted.

The body, the soul and the mind.

You are all welcome to my house.

I thank you for accepting my invitation
and I thank you for moving to this remote

place isolated from the rest of the world
with such a pleasant weather.

You have only known each
other for an hour but this

weekend will allow us to
get to know each other better.

I suppose you are Dani's parents.

Ma'am.

Nice to meet you.

And of course, Father Francisco Javier.

After so many years, what has happened to
the young lady you exorcised?

She still has absolutely no memory of what
happened to her.

She confesses and confesses frequently.

She is a good Christian.

She even got married and has children.

Very good.

Javier Salas Duarte, commercial agent.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to serve you.

I am Angela, doctor.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

And without a doubt, you are Eva's
husband.

I am sorry, Dr. Meinen.

Perhaps you consider me an intruder for
coming instead of Carlos.

I am Professor Max Trumper, the
parapsychologist who came in Eva's case.

Carlos has preferred to stay
away but he accepts that I

share my experience and put
my dossier at his full disposal.

There is no inconvenience, on the
contrary.

Good.

All of you know that my name is Rudolf
Meinen and that I am a delegate advisor

for Europe for the American publisher
Murray & Bennett Company.

I am interested in starting a collection
of books on parapsychological topics and

that in order to do so, I have
commissioned the mission to collect

paranormal events from
the mouths of the protagonists

themselves or from the
most direct testimonies.

It is obvious that I could have quoted
them individually.

The fact that I am meeting you here
follows a very simple idea.

I am fully convinced that by sharing in
community your own experiences you will be

able to provide greater clarity to the
facts that have been refuted.

But we will have time to talk about these
and many other things later.

You must be tired from
the trip and it will be

better if you join the rooms
that you have prepared.

Thank you.

Adaraqli, please.

You go first.

Your face doesn't look familiar to me.

I think I have seen you on some other
occasion.

No.

I don't think so.

I live practically all year in Paris and
when I come to Spain is to lock myself

...in this corner of the Pyrenees.

Well, maybe I have seen you on television.

See you later.

Dear friends, the time has come It's time
to start our work.

Who of you is going to tell us your
experience first?

If you want, I can start.

Good.

Mr...

Javier Salas.

Mr. Salas is a sensitive person who suffered
a curious phenomenon of self-transition.

Or so it seems at first sight.

Well, I can assure
you that I was not a

person given to believe
in spirits and ghosts.

May I?

The fact is that in one of my professional
trips, I remember the date perfectly,

because events like this are not
forgotten.

It was September 14, 1974.

A rainy and cold night.

Do you want to get on?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What a night, huh?

You can leave the wallet behind.

Do you live in the village?

No, I'm going to the hotel.

A cigarette?

No.

Thank you.

Well, it finally stops raining.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Good evening.

Good evening.

The man who gets on the elevator has
forgotten this lighter in my car.

Two ladies get on the elevator.

Well, the man who just got in.

I'm sorry, but no one has come to the
hotel for a long time.

So, you haven't seen him come in?

I doubt it.

Is he a guest of the hotel?

I suppose.

Maybe.

Do you know his name?

Fab...Fabiano.

Yes, yes, Fabiano.

Just a moment.

Very well.

Here he is.

Indeed, Hans Fabiano.

This gentleman has a room reserved.

We are waiting for him tonight.

But if I have the lighter that has been
left forgotten in my car...

This lighter may belong to someone else.

Well, I assure you
that... I don't understand.

Hello.

Good evening.

Hey, can I talk on the phone?

Yes, of course.

What happened?

Any accident?

Nothing.

Just a man we met at the crossroads.

Yes, look, look.

If you want, sir, I can give you the
lighter on your behalf.

No, thank you.

It's not necessary.

Hey, it's Antonio.

Wait, huh?

Well...

What about us?

I don't know.

It can't be true.

It's the same man I gathered at the
crossroads.

Let's go.

Haven't

you ever dreamt about this?

Everything must have been a nightmare.

Well, it's not that I want to talk to you.

There's no way I'm going to tell you that.

No,

it was not a hallucination.

At first I thought it was just a dream.

But there, in the car, there was the seat.

The bloodstained seat.

Did you notice at any time that the man
was injured?

No, not at all.

Only the next day, the
newspapers talked about

the discovery of the
body of a stabbed man.

What do you think of the case,
Professor?

We, the parapsychologists,
believe that there are

different levels of mental
energy in the world.

Which makes it possible for Mr. Salas,
in a moment of intense trance or emotion,

to develop an intellectual entity in the
form of a real appearance, and materialize

it to the extent of being able to talk to
it.

So?

It is a very clear case of phantasmagoria.

And the theory you have just formulated is
difficult to verify.

Really, as a proof of
authenticity of the apparitions,

there is only the testimony
of the people involved in them.

Excuse me.

A good part of what you have
said escapes me, but I have

the impression that you
doubt the truth of my testimony.

In short, that you have not just believed
my story.

However, there have been many cases like
mine.

Even the Catholic Church, and here is the
Father to confirm it, has accepted the

apparitions and visions of the saints and
the mystics, right?

In Lourdes, in Fatima, for
example... One moment.

It is not comparable.

Faith is something different from
superstition.

What does superstition have to do with it?

Look, I only know that the events happened
as I have told you.

As true as we are here.

I do believe it.

I am an old priest.

And it is increasingly difficult for me to
understand the present world.

I still believe that everything
supernatural comes only from God.

And that there are no more hidden forces
than those of the devil.

In 1957, I had the
confirmation of the presence

of the devil and of his
extraordinary power.

For those years, I was the spiritual
director of an international church.

And I was the priest of the church of San
Fernando de Zaragoza.

The

impurity should not only not be committed,
but it should not even be named.

Reject all kinds of temptations.

Do not listen to the bad advice.

Do not praise with delight and approval
those who, with their example,

want to push you away from God.

Because the passion of lust is the worst.

And remember that precisely
against it greater precautions

must be taken so as not
to fall into the pit of sin.

The virginity, that gift that you have
received from the Lord, must be a precious

treasure for you that you must defend with
your life and that it must mean your most

valuable heritage that you will offer to
God our Lord with the immense joy of your

heart in the midst of the miseries of this
world.

Lord, remove the obstacles that prevent me
from loving you with all my heart.

Divine blood of my Savior,
from you I expect the forgiveness

of my sins and the redemption
to achieve eternal life.

Oh Lord, watch over the dream of your
slave and keep her safe from all evil.

Good night, my daughters.

Good night, Mother.

All flesh had wronged its way.

Men and women, boys and girls,
virgins and virgins, they gave themselves

to lust, and Satan took possession of
their souls.

Satan.

Carpus Dominus Nastris Jesu Christus.

Sultana.

Sultana.

Sultana.

Sultana.

Oh, my God.

My God.

Blasphemy consists of a lack of respect
for God.

How?

How impiety is a lack of gifts.

Punto and comma.

But blasphemy is an even greater crime
than impiety.

Comma.

Because if impiety does not honor God,
comma, blasphemy dishonors Him.

Punto and comma.

If the impious...

Bring it!

What are you hiding there?

Give it to me.

It's mine.

This will cost you a good punishment.

It's me.

Mine!

I can't open it.

Leave me alone, Lady Clara.

Blasphemy.

Blasphemy.

Look under the mattress.

Oh!

Holy God!

What a sacrilege!

This is the greatest sin
that you can carry on your

conscience and that you
should purge with tears of blood.

What has the education that you have been
given in this holy house served you?

Answer!

Read this yourself aloud.

Lord and Master Satan, I, Teresa,
recognize you for my master and prince and

I promise to serve you and obey you while
you are alive.

I give you my body and my soul forever and
I swear to come to you to curse God.

Damn you!

Damn you and your church!

Satan, give me warmth and life!

My body!

You are dead and blind!

Enemy of faith!

Enemy of man!

Unworthy beast!

Ugly beast!

Return to the hell of which you have come
in the name of God the Father,

God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

I curse Satan's oppressors!

I curse Satan's oppressors!

Let me go!

Ugly beasts!

Stupid beasts!

Let me go!

Whoever you may be, spirit of the world,
that you possess this servant of God,

I command you to obey me and I forbid you
to torment this child of God.

Son of a bitch!

Bastard!

You have made me a filthy spirit in the
name of God!

I order you to get out of the body of this
child!

I command you in the name of God!

You are the one who preceded you in hell!

Satan, the enemy of humanity!

You are a war-weapon!

God's idol!

Son of a bitch!

Unworthy spirit!

Do not resist, evil beast!

You are the possession of this child of
God!

God's idol!

You are the father of the heavens!

Shut up, bastard pig!

Satan is my king!

I exhort you in the name of God the Father,
God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.

I conjure you, filthy spirit, evil spirit,
that you obey the law of the Eternal

Father, return to the world, creature of
God!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Shut up, disgusting priest!

Only Satan is my king, and you will be our
slave!

I exhort you in the name of God,
and I command you, evil spirit,

the enemy of man, unworthy beast,
and that you leave this body now!

Go to hell, cruel!

Go!

And mix yourself with the fire of the
flames!

Ah!

I exhort you, evil spirit, in the name of
God, God the Father, omnipotent!

Ah!

I exhort you in the name of Jesus Christ,
Son, and in the virtue of the Holy Spirit,

in the name of God the Father,
God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.

Go to hell!

The evil spirit that possessed her
definitively moved away from Teresa's body.

Years passed.

She got married, had children,
and has never remembered anything else of

what happened in this evil story in which
she was her main protagonist.

The house is beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

But... there's something
about it that I don't like.

Or maybe it's not the house, but the whole
thing.

The place...

the landscape...

I don't know... There's a sigh
of sadness that surrounds it all.

It must be because of the sunset.

All the occasions are a little sad.

I don't think that's the reason.

Maybe...

it's just an apprehension.

I admit that I have a depressive
character.

Sometimes I'm happy, and I don't know why
I get sad and...

Maybe you'd rather be alone now,
with your thoughts.

No, please.

I'm very comfortable with you.

Let's sit down.

A while ago I understood that there
was... a connection between the two of you.

Do you believe...

in the premonitions?

Before, I didn't believe...

in the premonitions.

But... Neither do I.

For a while, this part, yes.

But it's been more than a year that I
didn't listen to my husband's bad presages.

Once I read that there are people who have
the ability to know and interpret their

own future, and even make incursions in
time.

And the case that brought me here is a
good proof of that.

Barely a year ago, I think, my husband...

often made the same
itinerary... in his car.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

Come on, sit down and take this.

I dreamed about it again.

I saw the accident again, in which I lost
my life.

Don't worry.

It's just a nightmare.

A nightmare that comes to mind every time
I fall asleep.

Those images of the
accident... chase me...

and don't let me live in peace.

They don't matter.

Don't let a dream... obsess you.

I understand, Angela.

I live anguished by that dream.

I see my own death... that occurs...
in a place... where I usually pass...

for reasons of my work.

And I know...

that fatalism chases me.

My future is written.

And I'm sure it will end up happening.

Don't be superstitious.

You only travel once a
week... along that road.

And nothing has ever happened.

Do you forget that
tomorrow... I have to go there?

And what?

You travel very
often... along that road.

And you know it perfectly.

You don't have to worry anymore.

Because you will also...
make me suffer all day.

Don't think about it anymore.

Do you want...

to go back home?

Yes.

I don't know.

From El Parador.

I'm its owner.

Of course.

Take note.

3-3-2-0-2-15.

I'll put you a glass of cognac.

It will cheer you up.

These things affect me a lot too.

Tell me.

Yes, sir.

A moment ago.

I was in the bar.

And I can't move from here.

Yes.

Good.

Take it.

And calm down.

I don't know if you believe in dreams and
visions.

But...

Some time ago...

I've been dreaming... that I'm
going through an accident here.

And with all my dreams... I
know all these little details.

The place.

The van.

The parking lot.

And this dream...

saved my life.

I don't know if now I'd be dead.

Watch out!

You

don't have to feel guilty.

Intuiting the future doesn't necessarily
mean having the ability to modify it.

Yes, but if I had shared his fears...

...maybe today Ernesto, my husband...

...would be alive.

Are you cold?

It will be better if we go back home.

I agree with what I said before.

Diabolic possessions, and without
underestimating the supposed psychic connection.

..

...between possession and an undetermined
evil entity...

...unfairly present a schizophrenic
symptomatology...

...that requires a psychiatric
interpretation.

There are possessions, gentlemen,
that psychiatry cannot explain.

However, in the discussion I see that
there has been a point...

...according to the margin of the
different interpretations...

...the conviction...

...that supernatural phenomena exist...

...that break the schemes of reason.

I would suggest that we listen now to the
case that Mr. Osuna provides...

...which is perhaps one of the most
extraordinary experiences...

...that have come to my knowledge.

Mr. Osuna...

...if you are so kind.

I will be very grateful.

It all started on August 1st 1979.

We had arrived to that small town of the
Mediterranean...

...with the intention of having some
vacations.

My son Dani had never seen the sea.

Do you like it?

Does the newspaper say anything
interesting?

Yes.

This child, we have to heal him.

We have to heal him.

He's ours.

He's ours!

My God!

Hurry up!

Come on.

We have to take him to the village as soon
as possible.

Come on, don't cry.

That's nothing.

You have to be brave.

You are a man now.

You can dress him now.

Don't worry, this is nothing.

Now, make sure the child doesn't sleep for
two or three hours.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Thank you.

A pill?

No, no, thank you.

You are not from here, are you?

No, sir.

We are from the countryside.

We are here on vacation.

We arrived here yesterday.

We didn't know who to go to.

A man from the village told us about your
house.

Good.

Bring me the child within two or three
days and we'll change his bandage.

If it hurts a lot, give him this.

It's a sedative.

Anyway, if his head
hurts a lot or if he has

vision problems, bring
it to me immediately.

Tomás.

Tomás!

Tomás!

Tomás!

What's going on?

It's Danny.

The cramps!

They're mine!

They're mine!

Mine!

Mine!

Come on, Danny.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Calm down.

What happened last night?

You were so excited!

You were so excited, you were talking in
your dreams and you were crying.

Don't you remember?

Hey, who is Tomas?

A friend, Vidal's son, the herrero.

What herrero?

The one from the village.

And how do you know him?

We go to school together.

I don't understand you.

Let's see, son, tell me.

What do you and Tomas do at school?

We are friends because we sit together on
the same desk.

But yesterday he took
two crumples from me

and he doesn't want
to give them back to me.

But you know what I've done?

I've buried them in the yard and he won't
be able to take them away from me.

Why do you say so many lies?

No, dad, they are not lies.

He also took things away from my friends.

Go play, come on.

Hey, Rosa.

Yes?

I'm worried about Dani.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

He has been talking to me in an incoherent
way.

About friends and
things from here that, I

don't know, people he
doesn't know come up with.

He won't have affected his head with
yesterday's blow, will he?

I don't know.

Is it here?

Yes.

Well, come on, take them away.

There are also some glass crumples.

Yes.

It really is strange.

At first, I thought he was talking
nonsense.

Then the blow had disturbed his mind.

But now, I don't know what to think,
really.

When I want to prove my innocence,
I think of the possibility that he would

have buried some nonsense in a place where
he had never been, and in front of a

school he had never gone to, it turns out
that they actually appear there.

What is out of the question, is that your
son knows places and people of this

village that, theoretically, he has never
seen.

And you say, and even more so,
that you have never been here before.

No, never!

Do you know what reincarnation is?

Well, something, yes.

Vidal the herrero actually has a son named
Thomas.

What happens is that this boy must now be
20 years old.

And this box looks like it was buried a
long time ago.

Not yesterday, as little Danny assures.

Do not be scared, but I think that your
son relives events that happened here a

long time ago and that he tells in an
unconscious way.

There is the possibility of knowing more,
but it depends on you.

If you want to get to the
bottom of the matter, you should

authorize me to submit to the
little one a session of hypnosis.

Calm down, Danny.

Get comfortable and try not to think about
anything.

Very well, very well.

Look, Danny.

You are going to fix your eyes at this
point of my hand.

Without distracting or moving them away.

Count slowly from 30 down.

Let's start.

30 29 28 27 26 25 24 23 22 23 24
25 29 20 20 21 26 27 28 28 28 Mucho.

Tienes sueño.

Mucho sueño.

Mucho sueño.

Ya estás dormido.

Dormido.

Dormido.

Pero puedes oír perfectamente mi voz y
contestar a mis preguntas.

Dime, si me oyes, ¿cómo te llamas?

Daniel Osuna Blasco.

¿Cuántos años tienes?

Ocho.

¿Dónde vives?

En Badajoz.

¿Y siempre, siempre has vivido en esa
ciudad?

Sí.

Intenta recordar cosas de cuando eras más
pequeño.

Haz un esfuerzo, Dani.

¿Qué haces ahora?

Estoy en casa de mi abuela Inés.

Mis papás están de viaje.

Puedes esforzarte más.

Sí, sí, puedes.

Retrocede.

Vamos, Dani.

No tengas miedo.

Intenta llegar hasta allí.

Hasta el año 19...

...165.

Hazlo.

No tengas miedo.

Te lo ordeno.

¿Dónde estás?

Lejos.

Muy lejos.

¿En dónde?

En el colegio.

Está contigo tu amigo Tomás.

Tomás Vidal.

¿Qué ves?

Tomás no quiere devolverme los cromos.

Pero yo los escondo donde no pueda
encontrarlos.

Me riñe por llegar tarde porque no he
hecho los deberes.

¿Tus padres tienen una tienda?

Sí.

¿Y tu madre se llama Conchita?

Sí.

¿Cómo te llamas ahora?

Javier Pons.

Por favor, déjelo.

Déjelo ya.

El mar.

El mar.

Basta, déjelo.

No ve que está sufriendo.

Dani.

Óyeme.

Voy a despertarte.

Debes borrar por completo esta imagen que
ves.

¿Comprendes?

Por completo.

Cuando yo chasquee mis dedos, abrirás los
ojos y no recordarás nada de todo esto.

Absolutamente nada.

Contaré hasta cinco.

Uno.

Puedes ya mover los brazos y las manos.

Dos.

Las piernas y los pies.

Tres.

Puedes ya mover la cabeza de un lado a
otro.

Cuatro.

Puedes mover tu cuerpo, Dani.

Cinco.

¡Abre los ojos!

Mamá, ¿por qué lloras?

No es nada, hijo.

El niño, Javier Pons, hijo de Pedro y
Conchita, que tienen una perfumería en

este pueblo, murió ahogado en el mar hace
ocho años.

A los catorce.

Yo mismo lo certifique.

No.

No es posible.

Usted, naturalmente, puede pensar lo que
quiera.

Puede interpretar este fenómeno de una
manera totalmente distinta.

Pero yo creo que su hijo es la
reencarnación del difunto niño Javier.

Diga, si así fuera, ¿usted qué me
aconsejaría?

Puede que el hecho de venir ustedes
casualmente a este pueblo y el fortuito

golpe de Dani en las rocas, quizá las
mismas rocas que años atrás provocaron la

muerte de Javier, hayan actuado de
catalizador del fenómeno paranormal,

mezclándose fugazmente sus dos
personalidades.

¿Quién sabe?

Yo les aconsejaría que
evitaran estímulos, que

pudieran ensamblar de nuevo
el pasado con el presente.

Dani debe vivir su vida.

Lo mejor es que se vayan de aquí cuanto
antes.

Una fuerza irresistible me impulsó a irme.

Me impulsó a detenerme ante la perfumería
del pueblo, acercarme a ella y entrar.

Algo indefinible e inexplicable me unía
ahora a aquella gente.

Quizás había llegado hasta allí porque
deseaba convencerme a mí mismo de que nada

de aquello era verdad y que todo seguiría
igual que antes.

Muy bien.

Adiós.

¿Y usted?

Verá, aquella motora...
¿La del escaparate?

Sí.

¿Le pasa algo?

¿Se encuentra mal?

No.

No, no, no es nada, no es nada.

Gracias.

¿Necesita usted ayuda?

Si quiere voy a buscar a un médico.

No, no se preocupe.

Ha sido una impresión.

Por un instante me pareció ver a mi hijo
muerto.

¿Su hijo falleció?

Sí.

Yo tenía un hijo que murió ahogado.

Hace ya...

bastantes años.

De veras, lo siento, señora.

Y comprendo sus sentimientos.

Yo también tengo un hijo de esa edad.

Y no podría soportar la idea de perderlo.

Haki...

Excuse me, me queda un rato.

¿Necesita la doncella?

No, gracias.

Thank you.

Good night.

I'm also going to retire.

I'm used to doing it early.

Do you want some sedative to sleep?

I don't like taking pills from any class.

Don't worry about me.

My insomnia doesn't matter.

Good night.

Good night, Father.

Good night.

Good night.

This book is very interesting,
Dr. Meinen.

Oh, yes.

It's possible.

Apart from my professional
work, my particular

interests revolve
around occultist topics.

I have a special inclination towards the
subject of the great sensitives.

I've read and I've been told many
extraordinary cases, but...

I've never had the opportunity to witness
or experience any of them.

It's like... like I'm claiming the
miracle.

Has anything happened?

Let's go upstairs.

Let's go.

Angela!

Angela, is something wrong?

Angela, what's wrong?

Calm down, ma'am.

It's just a bat that has crashed against
the window.

There's one small insect in the middle.

That would be amazing for a bat to be
worried about.

But don't worry.

I can take care of it.

Then there's the one with bat.

I'm so sorry.

It's a bat.

It's only one.

What does it do?

I can't wait to see it.

I'll be out of here in a minute.

It's too late for this copyright claim,
you know.

What's going on here?

It's a book about vampires that's in the
library.

It's a curious coincidence.

Don't you think?

Or not so much coincidence.

Who can assure that
his concentration has not

acted as an extrasensory
stimulus on the bat?

I see how we all walk between the fog and
silence.

There is no way.

No way to return.

It's the bird of death.

The bird of death that has visited us.

It's nothing, gentlemen.

Let's go.

Calm down, Angela.

It's all over.

You have nothing to fear.

I know the end is near.

I feel the throbbing of death.

We'll never...

We'll never get out of this house alive.

I'm sorry.

Come on, don't be obsessed anymore.

Rest.

Relax.

It's been a long time, but it seems like a
throbbing threat.

You're right.

In the Pyrenees, throbs are formed in ten
minutes.

What time is it?

A while ago it was ten thirty.

How strange.

I have nine thirty.

Four thirty.

I never thought it was so late.

It's the same.

I'm just sorry.

If I hadn't known that, I wouldn't have
thought... You think we'll get a good sleep?

No, you must have been here.

Will you allow me to sleep?

I don't know.

I need a little time to relax.

I'd like to go to a place where you're
welcome.

Not to send a postman off for the next
train.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

My mayor will accompany you to the station
when you want.

Thank you very much.

The dossier of the Eva case
contains all the testimonies

of how many of us
intervened in the phenomena.

This happens here frequently.

It is already known that the storms in the
high mountains are spectacular.

We have even had some cases of fires
because of the lightning.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

What I must ask you,
Professor Ramper, is

that you lend me your
dossier for a few days.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to
record your words on the device.

Of course, Dr. Meinen.

I will get it to you immediately,
as soon as it arrives at my office.

This strange story happened in the city of
Barcelona in 1975.

And its protagonists live among us trying
to forget what happened to them.

In the dossier of the Eva
case, here are the events

as they happened and
explained by whom we live them.

The house where we
were going to live produced

an unpleasant feeling
from the first day.

I could not say exactly why,
but something indefinable

that floated in the
environment was hostile to me.

Everything was so different from what I
was used to at my mother's house.

The walls of this
house, devoid of my own

memories, made me
feel more alone than ever.

Carlos, for his new job, did not return
until night, and the waiting hours,

without anyone to talk to, without
friends, became long and endless.

In the house, strange and
inexplicable things began to

happen, as if an invisible
hand changed their minds.

I could not see the objects of the place
and knocked them down to scare me.

The explosion of the firecracker in the
dining room has not been an isolated case.

More strange things have happened in this
house.

And always around six o'clock in the
afternoon.

I'm scared, Carlos.

Carlos, can you hear me?

Yes.

What?

Nothing.

I liked the house from the first day.

A little old, but comfortable.

It was bright and it was
placed in a quiet place,

away from the unbearable
bustle of the city.

And of a certainly reasonable rent.

I knew that Eva did not share this
opinion.

The change of locality and environment had
been too abrupt so that it did not affect

her introverted character and the tendency
to melancholy.

I've seen it!

I've seen how they killed her!

Eva!

Eva, please!

Calm down, woman!

It's just a nightmare!

Eva!

Eva!

Eva was an imaginative and sensitive
woman.

I began to wonder if
the cause of everything

came from the long
hours that she spent alone.

Help!

Calm down.

Calm down.

She is too nervous and excited.

Try to rest.

The gas!

The gas!

There is no escape of gas, woman.

The key was locked.

I've checked it myself.

Don't worry.

You, like my husband, don't believe me
either.

Yes, I do.

Don't you believe that the lights turn on
and off by themselves?

Or that things break or change places?

I do believe it.

I am convinced that spirits exist.

And that perhaps some evil person lives in
this house.

For some reason it was closed for so long.

And no tenant was able to occupy it for
more than a year.

In the neighborhood there was talk of
nocturnal noises and strange voices.

And I always had the suspicion that a
secret was hidden between its walls.

Carlos!

Wake up!

Don't you hear?

Don't you hear those voices?

Spread your voice.

Can you hear me?

Answer me!

Answer me, for God's sake, Eva!

We were in the middle of a
process that began for me on

the day Eva's husband called
me to his house in a hurry.

He told me that his wife felt alone,
undefended and misunderstood, I found out

that Eva had faculties capable of
producing paranormal phenomenology.

It was a typical case of projected
repression.

Eva possessed mental energy stimulated by
frustrations and these were released

through a psychic event
in the same way that a

strong emotion is released
with a violent action.

According to the theory of psychic
crystallization, Eva's subconscious,

under the impulse of an emotional
overload, captures a series of energetic

forces that are undoubtedly in the
environment.

It is what we in parapsychology call
poltergeist or enchanted house.

An enchanted house?

Yes, but not in the popular term.

There is no enchantment,
but a certain level of energy

retained in the house due to
causes that we do not know.

And that Eva, unconsciously...

captures, transforms and puts into action.

It will be necessary to
know what is the trigger

factor of all this and find
out what its causes are.

One night I caught the
key psychophony that

revealed the mystery
of the enchanted house.

It was a slight but sufficient indication.

A male voice pronounced her name.

The board, oh daughter, ratified the
existence of the supposed exorcist.

The board, oh daughter, ratified the
existence of the supposed exorcist.

The spirit of the house.

It was someone who
inhabited her in another

past time and died in
strange circumstances.

Probably tragic, if we listen to Eva's
visions and dreams.

The last link in the chain could lead us
to the release of the crisis that Eva

suffered through a mechanism that would
cause a cathartic shock in her.

The session was held on Tuesday night,
at the end of April.

The supposed unknown
spirit had to respond,

manifest and explain why
it tormented the young Eva.

My objective was to make Eva face her true
self and reach the depths of her mind

through an energy escape
to find the necessary

mental peace for her
and those around her.

In the name of the Heavenly Father,
who is peace, love, charity and kindness,

we call upon you, brother, so that you may
be seen or give signs that you are with us.

Cry.

Cry.

Cry if you need to.

Cry.

CANTOR

Maya, calm yourself...

whoever you are, give in your true self
and remain in the link of the Father...

the Father is love...
Cafe A little pause.

.. and we are back.

And this is the first one.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause...

and we are back.

Physically, or their presence is just
psychic and they are under a state of

trance, immersed in a suggestive
hallucinatory process, that is,

they believe they are here, but they are
not.

Apart from parapsychology, I assure you,
and I have founded reasons to affirm it,

that there are supra-phenomena that go
further.

Mysterious phenomena of
impracticable codification,

impossible to admit
by the human mind.

Excuse me.

This train has arrived late, right?

This train, sir, has not moved from here.

Hey, that train?

It will leave in 20 minutes.

Excuse me, I just got off.

I have been at the
doctor's house and I do not

understand how the employee
tells me that... Meinen?

The editor?

Yes, do you know him?

Yes, I know him.

But surely you must be confused.

Yes, I know him.

But surely you must be confused.

It has been a long time since Dr. Meinen
died during the fire at his house.

But how?

I have just been with him.

I spent the weekend at his house.

Sorry to contradict you,
but he has not been able

to be with him simply
because Dr. Meinen is dead.

And he has not been able to be at his
house because it no longer exists.

Up there there is nothing, no one lives,
there are only ruins.

It has been a long time since Dr. Meinen
lived there.

He was a very enigmatic foreigner.

Yes, he was an editor.

One stormy night, a lightning struck his
house and set it on fire.

His inhabitants were trapped and all those
who were inside died, including Dr.

Meinen.

It was a tragedy.

Now there are only ruins and the legend.

The legend?

What legend?

The mountaineers who frequent that area
assure that all those curious...

who visit or come there disappear forever
from the world of the living.

And do you believe it?

Look, I don't believe it.

The truth is that I live in the village
and I know that almost every year...

people disappear in this place of the
Pyrenees.

To see why they disappear, I don't know and
it is not my responsibility to find out.

Is that clear?

And now, excuse me, I have work to do.

Hey, Pedro.

What's up?

What's wrong?

The Yes,

but I wanted to explain...
Is something wrong?

You see, I have had a strange experience
and...

I think I shouldn't go up there.

Are you worried?

Why shouldn't I accept the invitation?

Why shouldn't I go up there?

It's a trap.

I have to warn everyone.

You shouldn't go up there.

You are in danger.

Don't go to the meeting.

We are in danger.

The destination is marked.

Yours too.

Don't go up there.

Go straight to death.

But what does that man say?

I don't know.

We don't know anything about him.

What do you want to tell us?

What is happening to you?

We are all in danger.

I need time.

We have to make time.

It's a trap.

The train.

We have to stop the train.

We have to stop.

The alarm.

We have to stop the train.

We have to stop.

Calm down, Professor Ramper.

Don't let your imagination control you.

You are trying to find an explanation to
the inexplicable.

But have you really lived it?

Or have you dreamed it?

Have you been transported in time and space
and do you know the future, Professor?

The answer will be found at the end of the
journey.

Because the only truth that exists will be
found up there.

I assure you, and I have
founded reasons to affirm

it, that there are
super-phenomena that go beyond.

Mysterious phenomena of impracticable
coding.

Modifications impossible to admit by the
human mind.

The cosmic forces that created and rule
the universe also dominate humanity.

Therefore, when human beings know how to
dominate and control the psychic forces of

the mind, when we know how to unravel and
explore its immense energetic flow,

then we will have achieved a great triumph
for humanity.

Because we will cross the fantastic border
that will lead us to the beyond.

And it is true that there are other
worlds, but they are in this one.