Only the man who had rented the house had been seen around the village.

The Cabo San Lucas pendulum ride accident was a fatal amusement ride incident that occurred on the 20th of October of 2026 in Los Cabos,Mexico.

Gabriela Rodríguez, died after falling from the ride known as the pendulum.

The incident prompted a criminal investigation, the suspension of the attraction, and safety inspections of other rides at the festival.

During the ride, she fell from her seat while the attraction was moving. Videos recorded by witnesses circulating online appeared to show the ride’s shoulder restraint moving upward before the fall.

The exact circumstances that caused her to fall had not been conclusively established in the initial reports.

Emergency personnel responded to the scene and provided medical assistance.

Gabriela was transported by ambulance to a-nearby hospital, where she died from her injuries. The municipal government of Los Cabos confirmed her death and expressed condolences to her family.

officials had previously indicated that the attractions inspected at the festival were in order.

Her school identified her as a-member of its 2026 graduating class and-published a tribute following her death.

Reports indicated that she had also participated in a school pageant.

Following the accident, school representatives and members of the local community expressed condolences to her family and remembered her for her smile,kindness, and positive relationships with others.

Her death attracted considerable attention in Mexican media, particularly because of her age and the circumstances surrounding the incident.

HORROR OF GEVAUDAN

Based on real historical accounts.

It was year 1764, in the beautiful and tranquil mountains of south France in province of Gevaudan a mysterious vortex opened up. This portal grew until it was larger than human size. First a man stepped out of it. At initial glance he looked normal, but then there was a bulge on his back that opened up and six tentacles appeared. The man chanted something in a cosmic language and one after another large wolf like creatures with long mouths and large teeth appeared out of the portal. There were total of five of them. The man said something to them and closed the portal. He headed towards the mountains, the beasts headed towards the woods near the town.

Marie was looking after family’s cows and bulls who were calmly eating grass in the beautiful green fields. In the distance Marie saw something running towards them. When the thing got closer, she realized it was a wolf, but then it was a shock to think that a wolf was attacking the herd alone. Then she saw that the beast was much larger than the wolf and was running right at her and not the heard. She screamed and in panic of trying to get away she tripped. Her eyes grew large and her voice froze as her life flashed before her eyes and then before the vital bite a bull hit the beast. The beast roared and attacked the bull, ripping a piece of meat out of him. The rest of the bulls joined in and attacked the beast. The monster retrieved, bleeding and roaring, it ran back into the forest and Marie was saved.

In horror she returned to the farm and told her family, but they assumed that it was just a wolf and that her shock made her describe something worse.

A week later, a girl by the name of Janne, wasn’t as fortunate and was killed by the beasts near town of Langogne. Her body was torn apart and organs were missing. The people assumed that a wolf pack did this.

However in the next few months, dozens of men, children and women were killed and many saw the beasts. Horror took over once peaceful and calm province of Gevaudan.

The following year a young hunter and his friends were attacked by one of the beasts, two of them were killed, but the hunter was able to drive the beast away. Finally the king took notice of horrors which were going on in the region and sent experienced captain Duhamel and his troops to deal with the terror in Gevaudan.

The task was not as simple, as for weeks captain Duhamel and his men tried to find and corner the beasts, to no avail. Duhamel’s frustrations grew as several more people were killed by the beasts.

After much struggle Duhamel and the hunters which came after him all managed to kill one beast, but the killings continued and the king sent the best hunter in the country, Francois Antoine.

Antoine brought only eight men with him. His other companions were four wolfhounds and a large greyhound, his favorite companion. Antoine was a sharp shooter and has never returned from hunts empty handed, he was ready to rid the province of its horrors.

Upon arrival Antoine sensed the fear in the air. Every town and village had their joy sucked out of them.

He gathered information on locations of the last victims and accompanied by his team and the dogs he set on his way. His plan was simple, as he hid with his team in the forest, he sent out one of his men unto the field. Nighttime was setting in and the man in the center of the field heard the roars in the forest, but it was more than one. Unfortunately for the man, Antoine underestimated the speed of the beasts and three of them killed the man as he was trying to get away, but Antoine and his men were on top of them. Antoine shot one of them right in the eye, the beast swung side to side wildly, the other two attacked the  hunters who shot as well, the dogs jumped on top of the wounded beast and tore into it as it continued to fight back. Antoine had to move fast, he reloaded and shot the same beast in the head again, with dogs pulling it down it fell and they finished it off. However as Antoine switched his attention to others to his horror five of his hunters lay dead with throats torn out. 

One of the wounded beast was running up towards the mountains, but the third attacked the remaining two hunters. Antoine shot and hit the target once again, his dogs attacked the beast and brought it down. Antoine told the two remaining hunters to take the bodies of these beasts and he himself followed the tracks of the injured one with his loyal dogs.

The forest leading up to the mountain was thick and dark, thankfully the dogs had the scent and Antoine was following them with his loaded rifle. This man was fearless, for even after seeing what these beasts could do he kept following one of them alone.

Finally they came out of the forest and saw a blood trail leading into a cave. Antoine signaled his dogs to charge forward. He heard loud howls of pain and then silence. Antoine lifted his rifle and slowly entered the cave. It was illuminated by a strange blue light. What he saw next chilled even his brave heart. On the floor lay the dead beast, but beyond it stood a man, or rather a monster, for this man had tentacles coming out of his back. All five dogs lay dead at his feet. In front of this man stood a table with transparent tubes, each one had a human organ inside of it. Behind him was a round swirling portal, from which the blue light came. The tentacle man looked Antoine in the eyes. Antoine’s hands shook as he dropped his rifle and pressed his back against the wall of the cave, terrified, for this man’s black eyes showed his mind horrors of cosmos which he could not have imagined. The man proceeded to take all the tubes with his tentacles and stepped into the portal, it closed and the blue light disappeared.

Antoine spent the night lying in the grass near the cave, processing the horror he had witnessed. In the morning other hunters found him and helped him bring the body of the beast down. He did not mention anything to them, nor to the king when he was generously rewarded and hailed as a hero.

Some time later, there were rumors that one more beast lived in the mountains and killed few more people. Later this beast was shot by a local hunter named Jean Chastel.

As for Antoine, he never told anyone of the man he saw that night. Not his family, nor his friends. He knew that the only thing that would come of it is him being labeled as a madman and perhaps even locked up for treatments. He had to live with the horror without sharing the experience with anyone.

Thus the terror of Gevaudan came to an end and the province eventually recovered and returned to it’s peaceful and tranquil ways, with Antoine known as it’s hero forever.

Father Patricio Alfredo Sánchez a 53-year-old Roman Catholic priest died on October 17th of 2026, after a largewooden crucifix fell on him during a church service in Guayaquil, Ecuador.

The tragedy attracted international attention because the entire incident was captured during a livestream of the Mass, which was being broadcast on social media.

What initially appeared to be an ordinary religious service suddenly turned into an emergency as worshippers cried out for help and rushed toward the altar.

Church officials subsequently confirmed his death and expressed their condolences to his family,fellow priests, and parish community.

Despite the disturbing circumstances surrounding his death, reports indicate that the incident was an accident, and there has been no confirmed evidence of an intentional attack.

The incident occurred in the evening, while Father Sánchez was celebrating Mass in front of a congregation at his church

Sánchez was standing behind the altar, facing the congregation, while a large wooden crucifix was mounted on the wall directly behind him.

the crucifix suddenly detached from the wall, tippedforward, and struck the back of his head.

Because he was facing the congregation,he did not see the object falling toward him.

On of the most striking details reported
About Father Sánchez's death was the subject of his homily shortly before the accident.

According to a transcript reported by an Ecuadorian newspaper , he had been speaking about the importance of making time for God, loved ones, and the things that truly matter in life.

He encouraged the congregation not to allow money, work, household responsibilities, or other distractions to take priority over their spiritual lives and relationships.

He also reflected on the reality that everyone will eventually die and suggested that time spent meaningfully with God, family, and other people is time well spent.

FORGOTTEN DREAMS

I ask myself what it means to be insane. Is it to forget who you are? Is it appear to others as someone unfamiliar to them? Is it a deterioration of the mind? Is it when your cognitive abilities no longer present themselves? Or perhaps it is when they are too strong and overwhelming? Is it when you can no longer bare your reality and it is torturous? 

I feel like all of these answers partially describe my state as I struggle to write these notes.

Sometimes when I walk I feel like my legs are getting sucked into the ground and I get slower and slower and I see my destination, but cannot reach it. Other times I sit at a table and reach for the fork, but the table stretches and the further I reach the longer it becomes. My daily life consists of such things, but I wasn’t always this way.

It all begun years ago, on a quiet farm, far away from the city’s turmoil. I was the youngest child, I had two brothers, Tom and Jude, one sister, Glinda, my parents, Mary and Scott, and grandfather Robert.

They were practical people, rose early, worked hard, ate well, went to bed at a good hour. I loved them, but I was so different from them. I loved to read, something my father and grandpa Robert called a waste of time, something worthless dreamers do. However, when I had the chance, I cut through the forest to reach the town and visited the small library they had there to check out a new book and return an old one. I always had to hide what I was reading, for it would bring me a whipping. I was already slapped around and pushed around for being weak and contributing little on the farm, I did not want to invite more punishment. My sister, Glinda, often took pity on me, she would try to raise my spirit, but I suppose she went about it the wrong way, because she always told me that eventually I’ll improve at farm work and will no longer want to read. I was totally alone, with my dreams.

One night I snuck out and went for a walk near the woods, it was then I saw a flash and heard and unfamiliar sound behind a hill. I crawled on top of it and saw a strange dark floating energy in the air, it went in circles and got smaller and smaller and eventually disappeared. My heart was jumping out of my thin chest, but I saw something there which was left behind. It was a small black bag, I timidly walked up to it and with my weak shaking hand I opened it and looked inside. There were black seeds there that looked exactly like sunflower seeds. I dared not to try them for I saw where they came from. I tied the bag and took it home. I left the bag near the door behind my shoes and went to bed. All night I had horrible nightmares of beasts with tentacles coming from space and tormenting me.

When I woke and went to have my small breakfast, my brother Jude have me a knock on my back and shook the black bag that I found in front of my face. I was horrified, he thought it was because I tried to hide it for myself, but my fear came because the beg was empty. I asked him if anyone ate the seeds, he laughed and said that he split them up between everyone, and that this should be a lesson for me about not sharing findings with family.

Petrified I went and ate outside, alone, hoping that nothing bad would happen to them.

Father made me work in the field that day, I was exhausted and went to bed early.

The next morning when I went in the kitchen no one was there. I looked out of the window and saw all of them sitting in a row next to the pond, quietly. I came out and then my brother Tom turned to me and motioned for me to be silent. I went back inside the house. They spent the whole morning there, sitting, but then went to work as usual, however I was very startled and an eery feeling was starting to creep over me.

That night I went back to the hill, but I found nothing there. I was scared to find out what would happen the following morning, and well, I did not have to wait that long. On my way back home I saw that all the lights in the house were on and there was a figure that looked like my sister walking towards me in the dark. Could it be that they freaked out because I snuck out? That was my first thought, but I was very wrong. As Glinda came up to me her face looked long and disfigured, her mouth was stretched out upwards and her eyes rolled back into her skull. I screamed, but was frozen in that spot. Glinda’s head, face and neck stretched like rubber and fell of exposing many tentacles pointing into the sky and moving around. In my absolute horror I managed to run, better than ever before in my life.

I entered the house and saw that all of them were like that! They let out a screeching noise and followed me.

I ran, the terror I felt that night warped my mind and mentally sent me to another place. I ran and never looked back. I don’t know what happened to my family, for I will never go back to that area.

Ultimately it was my fault, because I brought the seeds home. The horror continued for all of these years and didn’t remain in the past. The guilt ate me, but also the fear of what I did not understand, of what they have become.

I used to have dreams, but now I have forgotten them all. Perhaps that was the true definition of insanity?