The story
It was one-thirty in the afternoon on a radiant day in Mosquera, Cundinamarca. The sun was beating down hard on the asphalt of the gas station and plant, illuminating every corner of the establishment. Rodrigo, one of the day-shift workers, was going about his usual duties when, upon glancing toward the rear area of the plant, he noticed something deeply disturbing.
A few meters away from him, a human silhouette was moving with astonishing calmness. The strange part wasn't its presence, but its appearance: a woman-shaped figure, completely covered by what looked like a white sheet, from which a long, bright head of blonde hair stuck out. Before Rodrigo could process the absurdity of the scene, the entity did something that defied the laws of physics: she walked straight toward a solid wall and passed right through it with total naturalness, as if she were a shadow fading into thin air.
Overwhelmed by a mix of disbelief and a sudden chill that contrasted with the afternoon heat, Rodrigo ran to find two of his coworkers. He needed to verify that his eyes hadn't deceived him and immediately rule out the presence of any intruder or thief lurking around the facility.
The three men cautiously returned to the gas plant sector. While two of them thoroughly checked the refueling area, Rodrigo kept a close watch on the heavy security door of the enclosure. That door had a particular mechanism: it could only be opened from the inside and, for added security, it was firmly locked with a key and duly sealed.
The afternoon silence was broken by a dry click. Before Rodrigo's astonished gaze, the door—sealed and bolted from the inside—began to turn, slowly opening from the outside by an invisible force. There was no one on the other side, no keys turning, nor any earthly explanation for that movement. Terror paralyzed every fiber of Rodrigo's body; the weight of the supernatural hit him all at once and his strength gave out, causing him to collapse unconscious onto the concrete floor.
That wasn't an isolated event at the place. Among the gas station workers, it was well known what happened during the darkest hours. Those coworkers who risked sleeping on-site during the early morning shifts frequently experienced terrifying episodes, ending up completely paralyzed, pinned to their beds by an invisible presence that bound them to the mattress as the night advanced relentlessly.
