BRUJA GUAJOLOTE, Nos Acechaba Fuera De Casa Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 La Guajolota. My name is Armando. Many years ago he lived in a small town, quite quiet in the State of Hidalgo. Our family was made up of my parents, my two sisters and me, who was the youngest. Our nights weren' t as quiet as one could imagine. There was something in the air when the sun was hidden, a feeling of restlessness that kept us on alert, as well as a strange smell that appeared only at night. This was happening in a large part of the village. People started to get restless. The reason was because, for several consecutive nights the heat intensified and a very rare sound woke us up. It was kind of like a weird laugh, but not well defined. Moreover, not every laugh was heard very sharp and sinister that seemed to come from the roofs of the houses.

1:00 We all listened to her, but strangely, no one had seen anything. The neighbors, also somewhat nervous, began to murmur about it and said that there could be many things among them animals, such as nocturnal birds. The elderly said they were ghosts and even witches. For the same reason, at bedtime, my mom turned off the light, keeping us in the dark. According to her, that was for protection in case something tried to find us. Another thing my mom was doing was that she had scissors buried in the salt sack every night she would put her hand in, pull out the scissors, which had them tied with a red ribbon, so that they couldn ' t be closed then she would put them under our mattress. With his hands full of salt he drew a sign of the cross in front of me and my sisters. One night I woke up a sound something was walking on our roof. It wasn' t a person' s steps, it was a heavy animal that came and went I' ve been listening to it for several minutes. In my unconsciousness and without measuring risks, I got up to see where that sound came from. I left my house without making a noise with a little torch that barely gleamed. I walked practically in the dark all over the yard. I hit the top of the trees and the roof, but there was nothing anywhere. Our house was in the middle of the land.

2:31 That' s why I could turn him around. When I was going to get in, I heard that weird laugh behind me. When I turned with the light of the flashlight, I could see it in the middle of the backyard stood a very large and strange bird that, looking at me ran to hide in the darkness. At that moment I was guessed to be a guajolote, but it seemed to me that it was almost two meters long I got into the house to the NR fast. Scared because we didn' t have that kind of animal, nor did the neighbors. But in addition to the strange sound it made and its size, I realized that his eyes were shining in a terrifying way. After a few minutes, a tremendous fear came to me when I thought I had seen a demon or something that night I slept in fear the next day, without saying that I had gone out into the yard, I told my sisters what was out in their faces. I realized they didn' t believe me. Maybe it was normal that they didn ' t. During the day I searched for prints where I had seen that animal, but to my surprise, there was nothing, not even a trace.

3:46 With fear, I looked inside the trees. Maybe he was hiding there I didn' t find anything weird either. The next night was the same. I got up because of the inexplicable noises that time. I didn' t dare go out because I didn' t know how dangerous the animal I ' d seen could be. I just looked out the window, thinking if I saw him again, I' d wake my parents, but he never showed up. At that time I was very close to one of my neighbors. We' d be a few eleven years old when I told him what I' d seen in my yard. He told me that he too had seen him once and described him to me, just as he introduced himself to me that night. When she talked to her mom, she told her they had to be very careful because that animal was surely a witch and the dangerous witches were transformed into cats, owls or guajolotes to be able to get into the houses, but they also showed themselves as they were. That was more frightening, because the witches were awful. In addition to the scare, you ran the risk of being taken to their hiding place and no one knew about you, as had happened with some children in the village. Another thing he said to me that surprised me was that that animal that I had seen was heard all over the town jumping through the roofs of the houses and even in

5:17 the dome of the church, but no one knew what it was. Some claimed to have seen a shadow rushing into the pantheon before dawn and no longer leaving until the next night. Several people in the village had already searched for her within that place repeatedly day and night, but as much as they were trying to find her, she did not appear. For the same reason, they were said to be inventions of people. Without thinking about it, we agreed to investigate. I asked her to discreetly ask her mom how we could scare off a witch. I would also ask at my house and then we ' d talk to each other to find out what we were going to do.

6:02 When I asked my mom, she asked me a lot of questions. In the end she told me that she used salt and shears open in the form of a cross, but there were other things like herbs, rough or rosemary. Finally, he warned me not to mess with that because witches weren ' t a game. Two days later, my friend and I talked about what we had been able to investigate. Some of the neighbors who claimed that what was going on at night were witches, had put protection in their homes, put herbs in the doors and windows, as my mother told me, others who had supposedly consulted with the village shaman, had nailed wild boar legs as a protective amulet, among other things. The next night we' re being brave and not wearing any protection. We went out without them noticing in our houses. We walk the deserted streets of the village. We looked everywhere listening to our footsteps. It was the first time I' d ever looked at the town in the dark at night, it really looked like another.

7:15 So we continued for several minutes listening to the barking of dogs in the distance and some other noise of no importance. According to our plan, it was to hide near the pantheon first to know that if it was true that that guajolote would get in there. After we check that out, we could find his hiding place when it' s daylight. That way we wouldn' t be in any danger. That was all when we arrived at the main square, which was not far from my house we heard how the branches of the trees moved, but they did so in an unusual way. My friend stopped me by holding my arm. He signaled me to keep it quiet and so I did. I realized there was that ugly smell. I don' t know why I looked up and to my surprise, there was that animal.

8:05 It was a guajolote, but not a normal one. It was huge. His feathers were totally dark. We could see it helped by the moonlight. His eyes looked like two black wells. The scariest thing was when his laughter was heard resounding at night. It made it so ugly that it made my skin stand up for the first few seconds. Yeah, I got scared I was about to run, but I got over it all of a sudden. That animal jumped into another tree causing many leaves to fall with its flutter. My friend and I ran to follow him. Sometimes we were lost between the branches, but we found him again. So it was from tree to tree until there came a point that we no longer saw everything remaining silent. We used it for a long time, we looked for it until we got tired and nothing that smell had already been like saado. That night we returned to our homes very sure that he was only an animal because if he was a witch he would have turned to attack us. Contrary to that, he had been afraid to flee from us. At least from me, the fear got away from me. The next day there was a rumor that some villagers had already seen the guajolote, but they were telling a terrible thing. That animal had become a horrible woman with a laugh. In addition, they claimed that before getting into the pantheon, some farm animals had been eaten. That,

9:37 as in the village, caused concern in my house. More than ever. My mom did everything people said to her so as to feel protected, from turning the broom upside down to watering salt at the entrance to the house. From that night on, the presence of that huge animal was more frequent, at least near my house. Cha girl. Sometimes I saw him standing in the yard, staring for hours at my room without moving. I figured he was trying to hypnotize me, but that' s all. She never became a woman or anything. That' s why I had my doubts that I was really a witch. On one occasion I was shocked because the guajolote went to peck at the window in my room. I remember when I woke up from a jump when I looked up, it got lost in the dark.

10:30 I had no doubt that it was the same animal that ever dared to get closer. We agreed again my friend and I so that the next night we would try again to see that gujolot get into the pantheon. Maybe it would be 4: 00 in the morning when we walked the lonely streets of town. On that occasion there was more silence. Looking towards the houses, we found that many of them, if they had some kind of protection, had put some herbs or buckets of water and even mirrors. Seeing that made us think that animal was a witch. We didn' t even stop. We arrived at the square, there was nothing heard or heard. If only the whistling of the wind that had let go. We looked in the trees, in the houses nearby there was nothing. We persected ourselves as we passed in front of the church and continued along as far as the houses ended. We walked a little longer, almost on the mountain. The darkness was heavier.

11:31 We stopped for a moment and thought we' d come back when a sound was heard. It was a flapping we were looking towards the unpopulated. Suddenly something came out of the bush. We could only see a large shadow that headed towards the square. We went that way, turned towards the roofs, looked in the darkest places, wanting to find him. We came to the square to look through the trees for something. At that point, he made me think if he showed up in front of us, what we were going to do. We had no guns or anything to catch him with. The best thing was to go back, but my friend told me that the guajolote was standing high on the roof of the church and he saw us seeing it so clearly. It made me feel a chill to walk. My body could not move me was paralyzed by fear. I realized it was a mistake to walk alone at that time of dawn knowing that in reality that was a witch and could attack us. When he made the attempt to throw himself at us we shouted for help to the neighbors who alerted by the noise left their homes Seeing the size of the guajolote, he also got scared and began to pray to him to throw things to scare him away. The guajolote moved from one side to the other no matter what they threw at it. They didn' t go as far as he was. Then he started making a rather strange

13:01 sound that made more people come out of all those people. One of them, an elder named Don Pedro, who was the church’ s sacristan, ran home. He soon returned with a bouquet of herbs with a strong smell, as well as a white wooden cross. He lifted up the cross while reciting some prayers. The laughter of the guajolote became more intense as if he mocked everyone. Suddenly, that guajolote began to transform its feathers slowly dislodged. His body began to twist and change shape. I remember I didn' t want to see any more, but I heard everyone say that what had been a huge black bird was now becoming a human figure. I turned again for the expressions that made the transformation It was horrifying. Her skin was stretching, her bones were struggling to crack as she took the form of a scary looking woman. His face was a mask of evil, with sunken eyes, a disfigured smile showing his teeth. His long, dirty hair fell on his shoulders.

14:16 While some ladies prayed Don Pedro to the cross as high as he could and recited the prayers more strongly. The woman or whatever that was let go of one last awful scream before she disappeared, jumping in the shadows. We were silent for a few seconds, thinking about what had happened. We all knew something supernatural had happened. That night. Some people accompanied us back to our homes. They didn' t even ask us what we were doing alone at those hours. Since then, knowing that what was around the village if it was a witch, protective measures began to be taken. The news ran.

14:58 We put rustic branches on the doors and windows. The cross of Don Pedro was blessed by the father. Then placed in the square, that woman was called the guajolota. The following nights were disturbing because that thing or creature. Nothing else was around our house. Many in the village saw her and even at the same time that we came to think that she was not only one witch. During the day people tried to make their life normal. At night it was something else. My house was barely down in the afternoon and we were already being asked to go in to avoid any encounter with that animal.

15:41 What my mom couldn' t imagine was that in the early morning I was walking out the window trying to find out where the guajolota was hiding. Some nights later, perhaps we had already been scared, because my friend and I tried for the third time, Only now, not to expose ourselves too much, we find ourselves at about five thirty in the morning, almost to dawn without stopping anywhere, we went straight to the pantheon that was outside the town. We hid between the branches of a large, almost dry tree to see if we saw anything. That night happened. We were a few meters from the door when we saw that something like a black ball fell into the pantheon between the graves, we didn' t even think of going to see.

16:29 We ran to our homes knowing that everything was true. I came to my house scared for that so I thought we were doing wrong by risking without necessity. That' s why I decided to tell my friend that we' d better leave him alone. Nothing. We wanted to know when I spoke to him the next day, convinced me to keep saying that this would be the last thing we would do. I thought about it a lot, but he agreed. About two o' clock in the afternoon, we went back to the pantheon to see what we found. When we entered, the pantheoner stopped us. He asked us what we were doing, to which my friend replied that we were going to visit the tomb of his grandmother. He let us through, but he wouldn' t take his eyes off us. We rushed to search all over the pantheon, a well, an open tomb, a hollow trunk, something where we could hide an animal as big as that.

17:30 For over an hour we walked through the graves without finding anything. We looked through the trees in the fence to see if there was a hole where it could get out. There really was nothing. When we were leaving, the pantheoner' s wife stopped us. He questioned our visit and let us know what was following us. He asked us if we found what we were looking for. We didn' t know what to answer He threatened us by saying that what he was looking for was what we could find and in bad words, he ran us. Before we go. That woman became known to me dressed in black, just as she was. It reminded me of the witch. That made me think that' s why no one found the guajolota.

18:15 I wasn' t in any well. Apparently, that witch was the wife of the pantheon keeper. I tried to hide my nervousness by bending my head so that I wouldn' t see my eyes. That woman walked behind us until we left the pantheon were not my nerves. The whole place had that smell that there was for the hottest nights already in my house. After thinking about it a lot, I told my mom what we' d seen. After scolding me for what I had done and for putting myself in danger, she told me she already knew. Some of the people knew. The pantheoner' s wife was a witch, but she never messed with anyone.

18:56 The same people were going to consult her because she was very good at helping. I was over ten years old living there, only apparently something had happened weeks ago, because I no longer received anyone. It was believed that he had made a pact with the devil and could now be transformed into different animals. They always suspected she was the one who was walking around the village at night. No one could tell. From that day on, they sealed the window in my room so I wouldn' t get out. I was grounded for like a month without going anywhere after school, less at night. During that time I knew from talks that my parents had that the pantheoner and his wife had left town, as there were already many evils that I did.

19:45 Many people went to the pantheon to ask them to leave in a good way and so they did. Other people took care of the pantheon what they found in the house. My mom wouldn' t tell me at the time. Many years later, he knew that they had all sorts of bones, some animals, some not. In addition to many other horrible things. The last time I heard about that animal was one night months later. I identified it by the smell, also by that strange laughter that I had on my way around the house. Maybe looking for where to go for almost an hour, but the doors and windows were still with that protection. That' s why he couldn' t do it. After that night he didn' t show up anymore. My fear went on for a while. I ended up leaving it behind. Now that I remember all that, I don' t need to be told that I was very reckless to go out looking for that witch.

20:44 I know that from the animal' s voice. My name is Maria. I was born in a place called Estación Bocas or Hacienda de Bocas, in San Luis, Potosí, Mexico. There in a thousand nine hundred and fifty, in a town near to mouths. My grandmother used to live. I never forget those times when to go to visit her we did not get on the passenger train that passed through villages and rancheries. I' d be about thirteen years old by now. Usually we traveled by day because at night the journey was truly dark. I remember some sections of the train and that we knew accidents had happened, no matter whether it was day or night, it felt kind of strange. It was believed in those times that the spirits of the deceased people climbed into the wagons for a few kilometers then disappeared, leaving a rare sensation. The train was always full of passengers. For the same reason, it not only transported people, it also carried and brought all kinds of vibrates. That' s why it was impossible to travel with some protection. Whatever it was. The many people who had to travel on the train will remember that. My grandmother was telling us never to panic by the windows of the train after ten o' clock at night, because we could

22:15 see a witch or, worse, they could see us. It was well known to the people of that region that the witches followed the wagons walking down the roof and peeking out the windows, they said, looking for the little children. Some of those people claimed to have seen them described them so ugly that they could scare anyone. We weren' t so scared. We were used to dealing with those things, walking in the dark, but that' s always with caution. Sometimes we would visit other close relatives in ranches called wonders, and we would walk back at night on lonely paths of land.

23:00 We were about twenty- five minutes on our way. While we were heading to the ranch, we were going through a stretch that had a bad vibe. There we talked very little. We rushed through trying not to make noise, because many things were told along those paths, all related to apparitions and witches. On more than one occasion I had that feeling that someone is following you. It gave me a chill. I know the others were sorry, too, because we all turned around everywhere. We heard some disturbing gossips coming out of the middle of the mountain. We never stopped. When we finally got to our house, we were persing each other. My mom would sweep us away with some herbs, like rough and rosemary, to remove any bad vibes that we would have picked up an occasion that we went to visit my grandmother, we started to get weird things going since we got on the train.

23:56 He felt a great anxiety to get to his people and know that he was well. It had been two weeks since we last visited her. When we were at the station on more than one occasion, I thought I saw her among the people, She seemed to hide from us. Then I' d lose my sight of her. That' s how it happened to me several times thinking maybe something was wrong with him. We walked the house fast. It wasn' t far from the station. When we arrived, she was locked in her house. We thought he wasn' t there. That was so weird,' cause I never went anywhere. After knocking on the door insistently he opened us up and told us to go in quickly. When we did, at least, I felt a very ugly feeling as if something evil was waiting inside us we entered and realized that the house smelled a lot like locked up. We wanted to greet her, hug her as usual, but she, putting her finger in her mouth, asked us to remain silent.

25:02 We just looked at her without knowing what was going on. My grandmother was an old person who rarely played and saw her like this. Acting that way was pretty weird. After a few seconds, he locked the door. He told us quietly to listen. I confess that at first I couldn' t hear anything strange as hard as I tried. On that occasion I went with three older cousins who were already worried. They asked him what was going on. My grandmother asked us to pay attention. Then he pointed his finger at us and told us to listen well to what one of his cotorros was saying. When I paid attention to him, I got scared because the cotorter said our names and hadn' t even seen us coming. Besides, he spoke in bad words. The ugliest thing was to hear him say we' d get the hell out of his house. With that particular voice that they don' t have, he repeated over and over again that we left that he didn' t want us there. Then he started talking to us by our names, asking us to go out and see him and bring him something to eat, because Grandma was starving him. The gossip my grandmother had was still talking about just hearing him express himself as a person already had us all scared. Also, because she sometimes spoke with a strange voice, my grandmother

26:32 asked us not to listen to her because outside the cotorro, there were some black birds that spoke and laughed as if they were people. Listening to all those things already made us very nervous. I remember I kept looking at my grandmother thinking that maybe she was sick or hallucinating, but then I heard the crotch screaming those things and giving me the chills. I didn' t know what to think anymore, because a thing like that had never happened before. I remember one of my cousins, the biggest, came out the window. He told us that my grandmother' s cat, which we all knew, was staring at the house. He taught the fangs as if there was something inside that displeased him. After a few minutes, my grandmother calmed down a little bit and asked us to sit down and tell us what was going on very vaguely. I remember it was a cloudy day in November. For the same reason, the house felt very cold and darker than usual. Still turning out, he told us that a week ago a witch had tried to get into a house. The lady cried for help. All the neighbors came out, including my grandmother. When they arrived they saw strange things happen with the animals. Some were trying to get out of their cages, others were running all over the yard and dogs were howling in addition to a woman above the

28:03 roof. Realizing what was involved, some ran home out of fear, but my grandmother did not, knowing that what that woman wanted was to steal a child Among some ladies they managed to scare her away by making a lot of noise, giving her the broom and praying aloud. When the witch disappeared, all the animals calmed down. Nights later, when my grandmother was asleep, she heard that the animals were disturbed and rose to see as far as her eyesight allowed. He looked in the courtyard that was in the middle of the construction. That night, in particular, he had forgotten to put in the cotorro that began to scream. He sounded so scared. My grandmother was going out for him thinking that some cat or tlacuache wanted to eat him, but in that she looked at him passing a shadow from side to side. My grandmother was in no way a fearsome woman, yet very serious. He assured us that his feet were not looked at in that shadow, but he also did not touch the ground. She knew it was about the witch, because other neighbors had already told her that that woman was lurking around the houses of the women who had attacked her. Because he couldn' t get into the houses, he used to scare the animals away from the neighbors themselves. I knew I shouldn' t go out because witches were very dangerous bearers of evils and diseases. Ignoring all that, I was going to open the door at

29:38 the time. Inside the house it got much colder and it was heard trying to open the two doors at the same time. Being my grandmother alone and already old, all she ever thought of doing was opening the kitchen window and running to that woman screaming at her bad words. While throwing salt at her, she told us that the witch saw her again was that she realized how awful it was when she began to describe it to us. I remember covering my ears because I didn' t want to imagine it and that it stayed in my imagination forever after running it, everything was quiet for a long time. That night worked because that woman looked no more and the animals calmed down, but the next night she reappeared in the early morning. My grandmother felt restless. That' s why he got up this time. The witch stood in the middle of the courtyard and kept looking to the room where she was.

30:38 Then that woman started talking, only she did it through the animals. First, my grandmother heard an unknown voice inside the house calling her by her name. Surprised. He looked very hard without finding anyone. I thought I might be a ghost, because she believed in those things a lot. Then he realized that it was something much more sinister who spoke hidden in the darkness was the cat was so frightened that he grabbed the broom and beat him out more scared. I looked at that woman who was still standing in the middle of the courtyard without moving, but with a strange glow in her eyes.

31:21 Minutes later, the cotorro began shouting concrete phrases. Not only did he repeat his usual words with courage. I was threatening her for running it the night before. He shouted that from that day on, the house belonged to him. Even though it was her spoiled crotch, she grabbed the cage, vented it out of the house and passing through all the other birds. Despite the fear he was, he was strong because he wasn' t going to run away leaving all that night. He spent his time praying, but also listening to his animals. At dawn, at least four birds arrived and stood above the ceiling. They started to laugh for hours. For the next day, my grandmother was listening to all that. She didn' t dare go out to ask for help, thinking that witch would take the time to get in and leave her outside. That' s how it was until it got dark again. When the house was in the dark, the cotorro behaved more strangely, still paddling my grandmother when she prayed and gnawed and even yelled rudely.

32:35 Despite having all the doors and windows closed, I felt a presence coming in and out. In addition, he could hear a woman' s voice all over the house claiming her as his property. My grandmother, thinking it was the devil' s thing. He sprinkled everything with holy water, but the demonstrations did not stop, at least not completely. Since then, she' s been locked up. I had three days already. So, maybe we were scared to hear all that, too, but we had to support my grandmother. A little later we went out to bring him something to eat because he did not encourage himself to eat a chicken of his own for fear that they were infected with evil. He didn' t even dare go out in the yard. When we left, some of his neighbors asked us about my grandmother because they told us they were looking at a shadow walking down the roof.

33:30 Besides, they also heard the cotorro scream and what he said was not normal. Broadly speaking, we told them what was happening, because we were in a hurry. One of them suggested that we take my grandmother because if we left her alone, she was in great danger, because apparently that witch had a lot of courage and if I attacked her at night, no one could defend her. That night we didn' t sleep. We used to see her trying to convince my grandmother to get out of there. Then another day, we' d get help telling us how to get the witch out and she could come back. As we talked, the cotorro laughed and yelled at us that he was listening to us. It would be about 3: 30 a m when they started knocking on the door, those simple blows that during the day would mean nothing at those hours of the morning. They sounded terrifying and they had us freaked out knowing who was playing was a witch.

34:32 My grandmother was worried, especially about me, because she was the youngest. I remember he grabbed some salt and rubbed his hands and grabbed my head. According to her, that served to keep the witch from smelling me. Then he covered me like this in a slow and desperate way. They spent the minutes up to three more times playing again. I remember we were in the dark praying softly so that he wouldn' t listen to us. We couldn ' t even go to the bathroom hiding there. He spent his time trying to put up with our fears, which were growing higher and higher above the ceiling. We heard many birds walking without knowing what they were, but it was horrible. My grandmother was walking around all over the house. That made us more and more scared. So we spent the most terrifying night I remember listening to the animals and feeling the presence of someone beside us, only we couldn' t see him at dawn, we convinced my grandmother to leave for our house. Ten o' clock in the morning. We took a passing train. During the tour we were thinking about how to do it to get the house back, because it was evident that it now belonged to the witch or at least she was in there. We weren' t going to let my grandmother live in that place where even the animals were possessed by that woman

36:04 ' s evil. When we got to Bocas, we talked to my mom seriously that I couldn' t believe it, but I agreed we needed help. At that time it was rumored that a lady from there from the ranch practiced witchcraft and was badly seen by all of us had to turn to her if she was right now. Today Bocas is a small place. In those years it was more so. For the same reason all the people knew each other at least in sight with that one, Lady the Witch. It was no exception. I met my mom and even my grandmother. We went and told him what was going on. I never forget the look on his face.

36:45 I had an expression of amazement. Maybe he was so worried that he just told us what we had to do to date. I still think that even as a witch, she was afraid to go to my grandmother' s house after a few days already prepared with the things we needed to take. We went four o' clock to my grandmother' s village. My mom wanted to join us, but the mouth witch was very clear when she said it wasn' t wise for someone else to do it. I can' t deny that during all the length of the trip, we were aware of concern and fear. When we arrived the house was silent. I don' t know if it' s okay to put it that way, but it was a weird quietness that told us something had happened inside. We checked the interior of the house first. We found dirt tracks everywhere. Someone walked inside with barefoot feet. Apparently he was a big, pretty thin person to the extent that those footprints didn' t look human. Another thing we found was many insects, dead, ants and small cockroaches, as well as other animals.

37:58 Other than that, the whole house smelled strange as if it had many years in abandonment. When they looked out into the courtyard, all the animals were apparently dead. We didn' t even go out and check. We rushed to do what the witch told us. We burned some herbs until we flooded the whole house with a penetrating smoke and a strong smell. A mixture of garlic and salt and water was also made and water was watered everywhere, in addition to many prayers. When we finished we closed well with lock and returned to Bocas, we visited the witch again to tell us what else we would have to do. That day he spoke only to my eldest cousin to give him the instructions. Three days later we went back to my grandmother' s house. This time my mom did come with us. When we got in, the thing was different. Even though everything was closed, just as we had left it, all things were moved from its place. We checked that it wasn' t a robbery, because there was nothing missing all over the house. There were dead animals, birds and black hens that weren' t my grandmother' s. The smell was unbearable. As my cousin wanted to endure all that, he drew some symbols on the floors of the three - quarters of the house and one more on the front door. On the outside my mom got scared. That' s where we left off and back again. After three days, we prayed a lot while cleaning up. When

39:30 we went out into the yard ready to clean, there were no animals, no cotorros, no chickens, dogs and cats. Everything was gone. In addition, the walls and plants were full of cobwebs. We cleaned everything up, left as if nothing had happened. But my grandmother didn' t want to stay there anymore because she still felt a presence. Even though he didn ' t say anything. It was obvious that he was afraid from that moment on to decide to go live with us by mouth. Very rarely did we return to that town because there were all my grandmother' s belongings. Even though we put the house for sale no one wanted to buy it until eventually she fell alone as an old woman. We never knew anything strange was being looked at or heard. Neighbors never complained about anything. People simply knew what had happened there and nobody loved her. Many years later, my grandmother died.

40:32 None of my cousins wanted to claim that land. Not even my mom. Now I' m an older person. Many years ago I was married and did not live in Bocas, not even in the state of San Luis Potosí, about one thousand nine hundred ninety- five. It was the last time I got on a passenger train because they took it off. I traveled again Laredo to Bocas and I didn' t imagine it was the last time I would travel by train. I was invaded by all the memories of when I was going to visit my grandmother, All the movement that was in those old villages stopped along with the train and today, after so many years, Bocas Station has not even a thousand inhabitants, but its streets and its people tell old stories like this witch in my dreams. The experience I want to share happened to me about twenty years ago, but a little more happened to me once we visited a friend of my mom' s in a town in the state of Veracruz very close to my land, Tabasco. My name is Sara. At that time I had eight years. I remember she was very naive. Everything they told me was taken as true. Whether it was related to people or to things as strange as the dead were returning from beyond, or that witches were flying tales at night that were very common in those places.

42:04 My mom had a friend named Maria, in a village far from ours. No matter what, we visited her once or twice a year. When we were going, we stayed at his house for a few days and used to do some shopping. The lady had two little daughters with whom I had to live together. The biggest one, called Blanca, was nine years old. Strangely enough, she told me a lot of terrible things that I always believed to be true. I was talking with incredible security. Among all those things she told me that inside her dreams lived a witch. She was a very old woman who had big fangs and long ears appeared in her dreams to do evil to her. Besides, I was telling her such ugly things that made her cry. That witch had a name, her name was Airam.

42:58 The first time he ever dreamed of it, he really freaked out, only he didn' t give it that much importance. His mom told him it was a nightmare, but things didn' t stop there. Every night, the witch appeared in her dream chasing her screaming in a dreadful way. I even asked her twice if her mom knew about it. He said yes, but he didn' t believe him. Besides, I scolded her every time I told her, she dreamed of that horrible woman. Even with my innocence of an eight- year- old girl, I told her not to be afraid because they were dreams alone and nothing could do to her. But to convince me that what he was telling me was true, he would lift his blouse. He showed me scratches and bruises that woman made him. While she slept on her back, chest, arms and legs, she had the traces of that old woman' s evil. Whenever I woke up, I had a new wound. All the scars, each of them represented a terrible nightmare.

44:04 I never told them, but I remember having a lot of marks on her skin, because she was almost a year old living that situation. They weren' t bleeding wounds. Some were hardly clear that they did not. That' s why they stopped making me feel chills. Just imagine all the terror that Blanca was going through when she was nine years old alone and nobody believed her the only time I told my mom what was going on with her. She told me not to listen to her because Maria, her friend complained a lot about her. Maybe she was a liar and a bad cover for the kid, that' s why she was punished. Maybe she wanted to make me understand that her mom was hitting her, but at the time she didn' t understand it that way. What I did feel was that my mom didn' t listen to me either, but it was enough to talk to Blanca for a few minutes to convince me that the witch did exist.

44:59 I described her tall black skin, very wrinkled, with huge eyes without eyelids. The most terrible thing about her was her voice and her horrible laughter that resounded into her head. Sometimes, Blanca laughed by imitating that woman. It made her so ugly that I was shaking when we talked about it, she told me she couldn' t stand it anymore, but the witch didn' t want to leave her because she had to get into someone else and find another innocent girl who believed in her. It was very difficult. Her seven - year- old sister, named Esther, was just looking at us scared. When I heard the word witch one day I asked her if she didn ' t have nightmares she didn' t even know what it was. I was glad that the same thing didn' t happen to Blanca at the time.

45:47 I hadn' t experienced such an ugly thing as that either. When it was time to sleep, all three of us slept together and prayed what little they had taught us in our homes. I remember that in my prayers I innocently asked that witch to leave my friend alone and by the way let us sleep because one night before, on more than one occasion, they took away our blankets. We looked, but there was no one around us that night it all happened really weird. I don' t know exactly what hours it was. I just remember I woke up because the blankets slipped all the way down the side of our feet. We covered up again thinking maybe I ' d gained his weight. It hadn' t been long before something clearly happened again Something was pulling them from below. On that occasion we were all awake. They also woke us up once, stretching our hairs. We thought it was a white joke, but she always denied it. Another thing that seemed strange to me was that in the morning, when we woke up, Blanca was under the bed, sometimes still asleep, sometimes already awake, but very frightened. According to her, she didn' t know how she got there. What she did remember was that in her dreams the Witch chased her to reach her, dragging her down a long dark corridor. After punishing her,

47:21 I put her in a deep well where she couldn' t get out for more effort than she did. I only looked at the light when I woke up and in doing so I had the traces of the injuries. Once we had visited them. I remember my friend talking at night, having a lot of desperate moves, and trying to scream as well in her sleep. I described places that I had never imagined existed, besides other things like woods and dark alleys. When Blanca woke up, she could describe it to us very well, because she assured us that in those places she chased that woman every night. During the day we forgot all that, ran, played and laughed like the little girls we were. We platicized on a lot of things.

48:10 I can' t deny we had a good time. But when the night began, the atmosphere changed throughout the house. You could feel a mystery. Blanca got so serious that I was scared, so I was probably going to happen to her while we slept peacefully. I always intended to ask Doña Maria or my mom to help him, because I knew that was very dangerous, they didn' t seem to care. They were in a world very different from ours, always praying to the saints and talking about other things. Before I fell asleep, I imagined what my friend was suffering from being persecuted by such a dreadful woman and sometimes I wished I could face that witch together so that she would already suffer us. She never told me, but I felt that she did know of my intention to help her. One night he told me something that surprised me at first. Then in the second, I was really scared. We went to a place where we were alone. He assured me that witch wanted to know my name. When I heard it, I felt all the blood gone to my heels. First I thought I was playing but I had a look I' d never seen in it. That ' s why I knew what he was telling me was true. I' m sure I was pale because Blanca was looking at me scared feeling something terrible all over my body. I asked him several times to please not tell him,

49:44 because that woman was very scary to me. For seconds we' ve been staring into our eyes without talking. After a while he told me something even more frightening. He assured me that the witch was getting out of her dreams. I was walking all over the house hiding between things. It was she who took away our blankets, who woke us up by stretching our hairs at night. He was approaching the bed and he didn' t use the smell of my fear. He liked it. That' s why he wanted to meet me the way I always believed him. First thing I wanted to do was run to tell my mom I didn' t, thinking I probably wouldn' t believe it again. Me. I agree that I was holding my head trying to figure out what we could do, because I didn' t want to see that witch either in my dreams or in front of me.

50:35 I had a weird feeling of being unprotected. I asked Blanca not to let that woman near me. She just smiled while looking at my friend. I walked away from her because I didn' t know what else to say to her anymore. Blanca told me not to tell my mom even then, sneaking away from everything, I told my mom just to look at me again. It was all that morning. We went shopping all day long My friend didn' t talk to me. When the afternoon began to fall, Blanca kept looking at me in a strange way of the fear she felt. I didn' t even have dinner that night I asked my mom to sleep with her, but she refused. When it was eleven we slept together, Blanca insisted on the same thing. I asked her not to tell me about that woman anymore and I closed my eyes. I was more scared than ever.

51:30 She was very restless. We wanted to sleep with the spotlight on. Mrs Mary did not allow it in silence. I was crying, watching everywhere scared to death, hoping that soon the night would pass and get rid of all that. I knew morning we' d get out of there. That' s how time passed. I wouldn' t take my eyes off Blanca while she slept that night she snored and I did give up. He shivered many times. I don' t know why. That night I took her very afraid, I no longer looked at her as a helpless child. I figured he wanted to scare me into smelling the witch, getting out of it and getting into me. I have no idea what hours it was. I remember Blanca woke me up when I opened my eyes. He had it almost on him. We looked at each other for a few seconds. Then he asked me quietly not to scream and asked me if I would like to meet the witch. I moved my head to say no, because I didn' t even get the words out of just imagine it was already shaking with a tone of voice that I' ll never forget. She came up to my ear and told me she' s here. I can' t describe in a few words what I felt at the time. Blanca slowly moved away from me.

52:52 Then, while looking at me, he raised his arm and with his finger, pointed towards the darkest corner of the room, where we slept, overcoming all my fears. I raised my head to my astonishment. With terror I looked at it as true. There was a very tall black lump that didn' t move. I imagined a lot of things. Maybe he wanted to scare me and put some black sheets on a piece of furniture for what he would do. That wasn' t logical. After a few moments that seemed eternal to me, that lump moved. Then I wanted to scream, but I couldn' t. Blanca told me not to be scared, that airam just wanted to meet me. I felt so bad that I had a very marked difficulty breathing. A few seconds later I saw that lump begin to approach us. If I could, I' d jump out of bed and run out of the house, but it was stuck. Only once did I turn to see Blanca, who didn' t seem scared when she was about a meter short to get to that thing. It was no longer a lump, it was a silhouette that was giving way to the figure of a woman.

54:05 I didn' t have the strength to close my eyes. That' s why I saw her was a woman exactly like Blanca. I' ve always described it. The most impressive thing was his eyes and his grim smile. That' s why I had no doubt she was that witch. It seemed like many years, it was totally wrinkled and his hands I could never forget were very skinny, plus quite wrinkled. The sound of his voice made me shudder. He came so close to me, I could smell his bad breath. He looked at me carefully. Then he started smelling me with that horrible voice. He said my name and smiled. He bowed to me almost until he touched me. Then he disappeared out of nowhere like that. I looked white and smile too Then he threw himself on the floor and got under the bed. Everything plunged into a restless silence. I don' t even know how long I was terrified, unable to scream, unable to move, imagining many things that could still happen to me. I fell into bed, I felt as tired as if I had taken a long walk. I got carried away because my eyes were closing. I didn' t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was just me in bed.

55:25 It was past 10: 00 in the morning. Two hours later we were already on our way back to town. I didn' t say goodbye to Blanca or her sister. I was still scared of what I had seen at night. I went all the way thinking about how I was going to convince my mom not to go back to that place anymore or at least that I didn' t accompany her to Mrs Mary' s house at about eight o ' clock at night we were in our little village. At ten o' clock I went to sleep because I felt tired. I remember I barely closed my eyes and saw the witch. I wanted to get up, but I couldn' t scream. I tried to run, but it was impossible for me to turn to see it was she fell on me so surprisingly that I screamed so loudly that it made me wake up. I was sitting in my bed. When my mom came to see me I knew that I had had my first nightmare and it was precisely with that woman, the witch I had seen at my friend' s house was only the first of many. That night I didn' t sleep anymore, but at some point I had to.

56:37 Maybe it was a mistake to wait so long, because I got into my tired sleep. Then it was possible for me to wake up. When I wanted to do it in the dream, the witch told me to be happy because I had already left my friend Blanca alone, as was my wish, only that now I would live with me. That began to lose me unabatedly. That' s how the nights went by without me noticing. I was already involved in terrible nightmares that were getting ugly. I was eight, I didn' t know what to do. When my mom looked at me badly, she started asking among her friends who she could take me to help me. He was recommended by some curander ladies, who turned out to be scams that only took his money and I was still the same or worse.

57:30 In the meantime, nights were terrible for me. That woman was chasing me in my nightmares and getting a little closer to me. When I woke up, I felt exhausted and already confused reality with dreams. I knew one night that Witch was gonna catch up with me about the two weeks I started with those nightmares. That night the Witch came after chasing me through dark places, finally caught up with me and scratched my back. It was as hot as ever, but this time I was in pain. After waking up in the middle of the morning, as my burning was not taken away, my mom looked at me and horribly told me she was wearing a mark. At that point I remembered Blanca. I figured it would happen just like her and I cried. My mom didn' t let herself be beaten. He continued to seek help until in another town he gave with gift cecilio who was an old witch or shaman. We had to go up to three times because of how strange that was. It wasn' t just a scare or a possession.

58:37 The first time I was in front of him he asked me a lot of questions, first about white, then about that witch. It was the first time I' d heard anything like that. Don Cecilio assured us that the witch was real. She told me, looking into my eyes that she was feeding on my fear. She told my mom that I had an imbalance between her, the soul and the body. That' s why I had to get scared first. That time she swept me away with some herbs to scare me. When he finished he told us that that night I was scared, I had gone out of spirit and to get it back we would have to go back to my mom' s friend' s house to do a ritual.

59:19 Listening to that made me feel bad. I didn' t want to go back to that house, but I had no choice. That' s how we did it because I couldn' t take nightmares anymore. When we arrived at Mrs Maria' s house, my mom asked her permission to stay one night and do a ritual. At first he didn' t like the idea. Then he agreed white. He looked at me with anger and even seemed to realize what we were going to do. He never spoke to me, not even to greet me, but at about eleven o' clock we did what the shaman told us. My mom wore the same dress I was wearing that night. Before I went to sleep, I put it or I have or. He prayed many prayers while persing me with the light out.

1:00:05 He took a plant and whipped it three times against the ground to gather my spirit. After completing that ritual, he wrapped in my dress those herbs called rosemary. Then he covered me with blankets and stayed by my side to take care of me I remember that night I slept calmly without having nightmares. For Blanca, it wasn' t the same. When we were going back to town, my mom told me she had a restless time all night. He was crying in a very strange way. It seemed like he was scared of his mom. As always, he didn' t listen to him. The next time we visited the Witch, Cecilio made me another clean, only now with a chicken egg he swept me about three minutes later emptied it into a glass of water. He asked us not to be scared because the whole content was black when I was, but my mom asked me to forgive myself for not believing me at all. Minutes later he made me another clean one when I emptied the egg. This one came out normal. The nightmares are gone.

1:01:12 Since then I asked my mom never to go back to her friend Maria ' s house and we never did it again. The last time we visited the Witch he told me not to worry about dreams, because the Witch had already sent her back to the place where she had come out again. I was inside my friend Blanca' s nightmares. If that was true, I felt very sorry for her. My mom always had the doubt to know if my friend was a child mistreated by Mrs Maria or not. Maybe he was already affected by the blows in his mind. It might be that, like me, she was very naive, she caught me with her stories of them.

1:01:52 We never heard from each other again. For my part, I am very sure of what I looked at that night and of the heavilas I had looking for Bruges. My name is Marcos. I will start by saying that, despite living in a rural area, I did not believe in the things that others told. I am referring above all to Bruges, who, by the way, the vast majority of the people I knew claimed to have had some kind of experience with those beings. They usually spoke without foundation, spoke of healing powers, of their strength to provoke evils and even of their ability to transform into strange animals. Others said they took their feet off and even their eyes off. I never believed it. Despite living in a very unpopulated place and almost plunged into the dark, my nights were quiet, without shock or fear. I always lived alone I didn' t even have animals as companions I couldn' t stand everything bad for me. It began in mid - September of one thousand nine hundred and seventy- six, when I became seriously ill. The doctor in the nearest town couldn' t find the cause of my ills. Despite all the treatments he gave me, my condition only worsened without caring more about my health. I left the work I had and went to other towns to consult with other doctors, but their diagnoses were always

1:03:28 the same. My illness, apparently, was incurable. As it is obvious to hear. That was really hard for me. I wasn' t gonna sit around and wait for my death. Something had to be done and soon desperate, I started looking for alternatives outside of traditional medicine. Now I don ' t mean this derogatoryly, but at the time I did it because I thought the local doctors were inept. Besides, I didn' t have the chance to go to the city to consult a specium because I was quite retired taking herbs that I recommended. It' s been almost a month. That ' s when someone in the ejido mentioned the healer. A few days I was in doubt until I went to see her. She told me she' d try to help me. After two days of treating me with clean and concoctions, she assured me that the only one who could help me was a witch. He' s septic. I told him I' d think about it pretty seriously. He told me not to let it go any longer.

1:04:32 In the end I decided to visit her because the days ran too fast in my desperation and believed that what they told about them was a total lie. I thought I wasn' t losing anything to check. I started investigating where I could find some to go see her, see what was going on with the people I knew. I got some places where the so- called witches lived, because I didn' t only know one for my astonishment. There were many of these women. Most of them were in villages far away from my community. That didn' t stop me. It was about doing something for my life. First I went back to the old healer right there, because she sent me to talk. He suggested that before going out to look for a witch, he protect me by doing a rite of protection, because not anyone could stand in front of that kind of women and not pay a fatal consequence. That same night, following the instructions that the healer had given me, I was still clear on Mount Near I carried with me a black candle, a piece of red cloth and some dried herbs. I made sure there was no one around to start. As I tried to light the candle and recite the words I had memorized, the air became cold until it seemed to me that the night became darker. I felt a strong perdo presence, but there was no one I beat to light the candle, because I can

1:06:05 assure that someone would turn it off. It was as if for some reason they were trying to stop me from carrying out a thing like that. When I finally lit it in the candle flame, I burned those herbs I wore. Then I made some marks on my sides, on the plants, on my hands and on my feet. I took the remains of those ashes I put into my ears in my nose. I ate some too. Supposedly all this was my protection. I didn' t understand why the healer didn' t want me to do this ritual and left it to me when I ended up right there in the ground. When I retired, I constantly turned back because I felt something or someone was following me at that time as a believer.

1:06:55 Then I started praying all the way back until I was at my house. I felt safe. I had a restless time that night. It became eternal for me to dawn, because I was urged to find someone to help me. The next day. Even with my discomfort I started my journey. I did it on foot because I had to sell some of my belongings. I cannot deny that, for some reason, a slight hope grew in me to be cured by all that was said about those women, to the first people who would go was obviously the closest. If just about two hours from my house, getting some rides from people I was finding on the roads, I approached my first destination before arriving. I don' t know why.

1:07:44 I started getting nervous. I stopped thinking that there was nothing more terrible than death and I encouraged myself to follow. I was struggling to avoid her passing by. When I arrived in that town and asked about the lady who told me no one wanted to give me information, I walked around talking to one or another person until finally a lady came to me and told me where I could find Doña Renata what the so- called witch was called. Another thing he told me discreetly was to be very careful with her, especially what she told me. I walked through the mountain for a few minutes until I ran into a badly made house. I yelled at him several times until he got out. She was an old woman. I haven' t talked to her yet and I doubted she could cure me. I doubted she was a dangerous witch. When I saw her closely, I was a little impressed by her appearance. I realized her skin looked like wrinkled paper and her eyes were two dead dark wells. With a raspberry voice he asked me what I wanted, but not even half a time to talk. Suddenly he came up to smell me. She asked me upset why I went with a protection to see her how I didn' t know what to answer. He looked at me distastefully.

1:09:08 Then he told me he couldn' t help me. I urged him a lot until he finally felt sorry for me, but I was willing to do anything to get my health the things he asked me to do with some animals. It was so atrocious that I had to refuse and without thinking twice I rejected it because it was obvious that for some reason he did not want to help me. Hence a little disillusioned. I went to the next town. When I got here, it was a bit late and I was tired. That' s why I looked for a place to stay that night. I had some very severe pains, but I couldn' t let myself get over it. I had to keep looking for the other witches. I had no choice but to get the address I was bringing. I walked a long time until I asked where that house is. I got the signs. I was surprised that I went through it several times and I hadn' t seen anything, but now it was there. It was like he showed up out of nowhere like that. The second to visit was a young woman with long black hair. She didn' t even look like a witch but anything else.

1:10:20 She was a village girl. That' s why I doubted he could help me. He passed me to his strange house, full of candlelights, as well as a strong smell of incense. Suddenly he stopped for a few seconds and looked at me from top to bottom. He also realized my protection. Maybe that' s why he shook his head in a negative way. I felt the same rejection as the previous witch. Like the other woman, I had to beg reluctantly. In exchange for helping me, he asked me for a blood sacrifice, something I don' t even dare describe. Of course, I wasn' t willing to do any of that He got so upset when I told him I wouldn' t do it that he almost beat me out of his house, yelling at me that then I died. I got scared out of there, without understanding his reaction, I came to think that the protection he had, rather than helping me, was affecting me as much or more than the disease itself. I remember I came to curse the healer. I began to despair because more than a week had passed and I had not managed to get any witch to attend to me. That was the first time I thought I' d die. As time passed. I began to believe that witches did have power. I couldn' t find the formula for him to take care of me. By those dates I had not yet seen anything out of the ordinary. However, every woman I visited was more disturbing than the previous one. Despite my failures, I did not give up

1:11:54 on my discomforts. I went to find the next witch waiting for her to help me, because I was running out of options. I walked almost a whole day in the sun. I followed a path that seemed endless. At sunset I rested a little because my feet were already sore. Luckily, there was a driver who showed me where to go. It' s worth mentioning that she tried to convince me not to be the Third Witch I found her in that almost abandoned village. She was just a spectral figure to see her seriously scary. His gray dress was so long that it looked like he was floating a few inches from the ground. It gave me so much fear that I was about to run away my desire to recover stopped me. When I was in front of her. I couldn' t hold his eyes for even a few seconds. He was so strong, he kept me still. She asked me if I was looking for her. I asserted with my head.

1:12:51 His hands, bony and cold, spread to me. When he realized the protection, he also reacted negatively. He stared at me for a few minutes later, holding a grimace on his face, he asked me for something horrible and that my soul was not waiting for the devil. In exchange for the cure, now it is shaking with fear. I refused one more time without waiting to see what kind of reaction I had left that house. Eventually I realized that these witches could bring more trouble and fear to my life. I was not going to stop, knowing that time was getting shorter and more desperate to find a solution to my illness, I decided to look for the last one on my list. If she didn' t attend to me, I was lost perhaps innocently, I tried to take away that protection. Shaking my clothes, I threw myself to the ground. I rolled up several times hoping that something would do me good and that witch would end up helping me.

1:13:54 When I arrived in that town where he was, I realized that the only name of that woman caused fear in people. I still braved myself and looked for her until I found her. When I got home it seemed amazing, but apparently he was already waiting for me and even knew my name. That was good for me. This last witch was the scariest of all. It was a tall, thin figure with a single look. It was enough to know that I had to talk to him with respect. His voice was rumbling in my head, with no need for words. He told me a lot of things. She was the only one who let me talk about my ills.

1:14:35 It was obvious you knew about the protection. He didn' t react like the others and he didn' t reject me. On the contrary, he explained to me that he needed more help than I thought. First I looked at my eyes and listened to the heartbeats of my heart. After a few minutes he told me he was fine if he was going to help me, but the price was quite expensive. Practice vanquished, I told him I ' d accept anything. He offered me the cure in exchange for one thing to tell me the exact day of my death. At that moment, I thought it was ridiculous. His proposal was exhausted and without further options. Besides, I accepted your offer because I thought it was the most acceptable and simple of all. I didn' t even know what she' d gain from that, but I didn' t care. I was urged to heal because I felt like I was. In the latter he put his hand on my right side over my heart immediately. I felt like an energy was also leaving me a huge cold took hold of me. I started sweating and my legs were shaking. I don' t remember anymore. Apparently, I lost my mind. When I reacted, I was lying on a bat in the middle of some candles, just as they put the dead in my community. When I could, I got up wobbly. I must admit, I felt a little better at the time. I thought I had already healed, but that

1:16:06 woman let me know it wasn' t like that. He asked me to come back in two days. That was only the first of three visits I had to make to her, because, according to her, facing death was not easy at all. I was sure I could help. I was glad to think that I would soon heal regardless of the consequences. I was willing to do what that woman foolishly asked me to even feel grateful to that witch and my intention was to overreward her when she was well. The second time I visited her was painful because I almost burned the body from where I had put myself. That protection assured me that I needed to remove it so that I could completely expel the disease. I couldn' t wait to scream as much as I could. That night I stayed at his house because of the rough chance I had to walk because of the pain he caused me. I thought it would be terrible to spend a night at that witch' s house.

1:17:09 I figured horrible things would happen to me, but the truth was I barely laid down. I fell deeply asleep. Until the next day. Finally, two days later, the long- awaited third visit came. On that occasion he swept me away with pieces of ice. He told me that he would try to erase my baptism as much as he could, because he wanted or was not attacking God' s will by refusing to accept his command. It really was a pain. I felt the ice burning my skin, but other than that, something was coming out of me. I can' t even explain it. It was like my spirit came out. After an hour he told me it was all. I' d already ripped my bad off.

1:17:57 Actually, I didn' t feel the difference, but I wasn' t going to question his words. I just thanked him for what he did for me before I retired. The witch looked me in the eye then with a voice that I don' t forget. He whispered to me the date when my life would end. I couldn' t believe what I had done, but it was too late to regret. I was so scared, I ' m sure she noticed. I didn' t run home. I rested a few days in a village when I was a little better, consulted a doctor who didn' t know me. His diagnosis was that I was in good physical condition. I really couldn' t believe it and smiled after a long time of not doing it. Over time, my health improved and so far everything seemed to be going well. The date of my death was always present in my head and that was terrifying. Every day that passed I was getting closer to that fateful moment. Another thing that tormented me was to imagine how it would happen. This was in the day, because at night I had terrible nightmares where I died again and again, always in different ways, the cruelest ones I could imagine. I learned to live with constant fear, knowing that there was no way to escape my destiny. I was overwhelmed by a severe depression. My dreams died, my goals died and nothing mattered to me anymore. I had no case or value in my life. I began

1:19:28 to lose weight in an alarming way, and I am not ashamed to say that I cried every night and even thought of attacking my life. To end that suffering, something evil. It kept me from thinking positively even thought of turning to the devil to help me. When I got home, I looked for the healer who recommended that protection. But to my surprise he had already left the ejido and I could never know if he did it for evil or to help a greater evil. Moreover, my intention was not to claim him, I was to ask him now what I could do to free myself from all that. I felt more lost than ever. In the end I accepted the reality of what I had done. I knew that in trying to save my life, I had sealed my fate and now I had to pay a consequence. He didn' t even have the courage to cry out to God.

1:20:24 I knew he probably wouldn' t listen to me because of the barbarity he had done. Now I only hope that my story will serve as a warning for those who, like me, seek answers in dark and dangerous places. Sometimes it is better to accept what life gives us and face our difficulties courageously, rather than resorting to forces that we do not understand. Today I realize quite late that my illness was cured. The price I paid was much higher. I tell you that deep inside me I have a slight r hope that that witch has played with me and the date of my death is not true. Seriously. I want it. But, on the other hand, I think that that was the punishment that the Witch gave me for presenting myself to her, with that strange protection, to know, the date of my death, remains a constant fear in my life, something that torments me as much or more than the illness I suffered, reminding me whenever there are things that we should not play stories written and adapted by Black Cat