BRUJAS LECHUZAS Se Ponen Los Ojos De Mis Gatos Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Cat eyes. My name is Isabela, being just a 13- year- old teenager. In the early 1970s we lived on the northern border of Mexico, in an old house very close to the Rio Bravo. I' ve always been a lover of cats in general, especially cats. We were all in the house for the same reason, since I remember, to date we have had minimum one cat, but on other occasions we have up to seven. My mother' s been very young. My sister and I were taught that they were protectors for being hunters. They also helped make sure there were no cockroaches or mice. Our house, being near the river, was surrounded by large trees that heard how they creaked when the wind rocked them. The fence across the street was made of wood. The backyard almost with toast with the river waters. When it was dark, our four cats went out to climb the trees and run through the courtyard. We had a big dog who was used to seeing them. He didn' t even bark at them for the same reason. Everyone sounds normal, but one autumn night the trees moved more than the count without making so much air. I could hear them from my room and our dog barked insistently, as if an intruder were trying to get into the ground. I was surprised when two of our cats came running desperately and crawled under my bed. I got up because I also heard the

1:38 way the dog barked. I looked out the window. I realized that I was barking very hard at the Tree Cup, thinking maybe a cat had stuck upstairs I went out to help him. It had already happened on other occasions. Very confident, I walked through the courtyard. I didn' t expect the dog to ignore me and fall on me. I called him by his name. His name was Duke, but far from obeying he barked at me with more force, threatening to bite me something bad was happening. The branches of the tree seemed to hide something and that made the dog nervous. Suddenly they moved hard as if they had shaken. I went back to see them because it was very strange. The dog ran a few meters and then returned.

2:27 Seconds later he calmed down I approached the tree without losing sight of the dog with jokes. I called the cat. I did it on several occasions because I didn' t respond with her maulings. I walked around looking up. I couldn' t see clearly between the branches. I knew there was no cat stuck. I checked other trees and nothing. The dog behaved normally, as if nothing had happened the same. The trees stopped moving and everything was silent. On entering the house, I checked that the four cats were inside. That was only the first time something strange happened, even though the whole day went by normally. When night fell, the dog became restless again.

3:15 It was weird. We didn' t care, we just yelled at him to shut up, but he insisted with his barking quickly. I remembered what had happened. The night before I started watching the dog to see his movements. His aggressiveness went from less to more, always barking towards the top of the larger tree. I knew if there was anything I should be up there. Then I realized something else weird. Cats didn' t go out in the yard like they always did. They looked out the windows like they felt something bad was out there. My mom noticed strangers, too. He opened the door to one of them, called General, but he did not try to get out. He just stared up at the trees and showed his teeth. That' s all, but at midnight the cats started grunting and mauling in a very ugly way when they heard them. My mom got up thinking they wanted to fight inside the house hidden underneath things. Our cats were on the defensive, but not among them were grunting at something we hadn' t seen at that time. We went looking for ourselves thinking maybe a big animal, like a tlacuache or something cats weren' t used to seeing, but we didn' t find anything. There came a time when the dog stopped barking and a sense of danger felt in the environment. It was a

4:47 strange thing that, at least, gave me a chill. Maybe it happened to my mom because she looked scared. Cats kept grunting. My mom told me that someone who wasn' t from this world was outside and the cats looked at him, because they had that ability not only to see in the dark, they could also see ghosts, demons and witches. Listening to that made me more nervous because that subject scared me a lot. After a while, the cats calmed down and left their hiding places. We knew it had all happened. In addition, that strange feeling that he felt also disappeared even so. Cats didn' t go out in the yard that night. The next day, the cat named General, no longer wanted to eat and was afraid at the time he did not get used to going with the veterinarian, at least not in my house. My mom gave them a home remedy and they cured themselves for more things they gave the general. He looked more and more down, and the next two nights passed by. Our cats behaved strangely, but it didn' t pass from there. If we added to that that we had seen nothing less, we gave it importance. One morning I got up because the dogs around were howling, including ours. Sometimes they did, but not that way. It was a loud and elongated howl that put

6:18 the chinita skin. It looked like they were announcing death. I looked for the cats and all four of them were inside the house. I put them in my room and tried to sleep all night. He was barking and howling the dog. In the morning general appeared lying in the backyard. He seemed dead at the time. I didn' t start thinking about how she got out of my room I rushed out to check it out. I got close. The first thing I thought was that the dog had bitten him, he was wallowing and he had no injuries. He was alive, but when I checked him right, I realized he didn' t have his eyes scared.

6:59 I yelled at my mom, and by the time the kitten arrived, he was already dead. It really hurt us to lose him. When he realized it, my dad got so angry that he wanted to hit the dog, but we made him understand that the cat had no bites. Besides, there was no irrigated blood. Neither do we find our eyes anywhere, no matter how much we think. We didn' t know for a fact that it had happened to him. We bury him in the yard and leave things alone. We couldn' t do anything. The next few nights they were calm within three days. Our cat called the moon began to behave strangely. He stood staring at a fixed point and didn' t move. She seemed like she was hypnotized. We haven' t known since when he was like this.

7:48 What we did notice was that the other cats didn' t act that way. Sometimes the cat grunted and stood up, but we didn' t look at anyone. My mom started praying because it could be a spirit that was around the house all day. The cat continued to have a strange behavior. He wanted to go out at all costs into the courtyard, mauled and scratched the fabrics. It looked like someone was calling from outside. That night it was heard that someone was walking around. One could feel a presence throughout the house and even in the courtyard there was a strange silence. Only on some occasions had I heard the river running. That time it was one of them. I had that feeling like when something' s gonna happen. I opened the window and spoke to the dog because he was very quiet, but he didn' t answer me. It happened the rest of the night with some weird noises, but that was all when it dawned. I missed my moon cat because it got up very early and always walked between our legs mauling.

9:01 For some reason. I looked out the window and I looked at her lying in the courtyard and the first thing that came to mind was to think that the same thing happened to her as to general, since I looked at her lying on the edge of the tree I knew she was dead. She was a very pretty white cat with beautiful blue eyes. I didn' t even run to see her. I talked to my mom and yelled at her that moon was dead. The disturbing thing was to discover that, like the general, the moon had also been taken out of its eyes. We checked the place, there were no prints of another animal, no traces of any fighting. Apparently, moon hadn' t defended itself. Before lifting the cat, I turned to the tree top. The idea came to mind that whoever was attacking cats was doing it from above. Then I dropped them after I pulled their eyes out. Regardless of the pain it caused us, especially because of the way things were happening, the fear of thinking that an animal or a person would go into our yard at night was already worrying to be even more scary when looking at what he was doing to our cats. I told my mom what I was thinking, and when my dad came home from work, he talked to her, and between the two of them they looked through the tree, but nothing was found. Just like the time before, after we buried our cat, the following nights passed quietly. The cats did not

10:31 howl strangely as they were doing, nor did the dog bark us. Above all I was on alert until we laid down soil for them not to let them go out to do their needs, neither day nor night, for fear that something might happen to them. Days and nights passed. One morning I heard a mauling outside the house. I was barely getting out of bed thinking that one of the cats had stayed outside, but I realized in time that the two of them were there in bed with me. The mauling was so clear that even the cats straightened out. When she mauled again, I got scared because I recognized that sound. It was moon, our dead cat in my teenage mind. I imagined her in the middle of the courtyard full of earth, without eyes and with the bones outside, showing her sharp teeth.

11:28 I got really scared thinking I was asleep. I was turning everywhere. Being my consenting cat, I gained the feeling and the desire to see her again. That' s why I went to look out the window followed by the two cats. I looked for her without looking at her suddenly in the dark. I looked at the glow of her blue eyes, and she was mauling so hard, it seemed like she was calling from my house. I spoke to him by his name to bring him closer. I was mauling in a way that hurt. I confess that I intended to go out only that those eyes moved in a rather strange way. I began to doubt that that was suddenly a cat in an unexpected way. Those bright eyes rose about two meters.

12:16 Eyes began to move in the dark. When I looked at it, it was the silhouette of a person who was there and I started to notice that there was something else that was moving. They were two shadows that came down from the trees as if they were reptiles, rather than mere shadows. They were definite figures sliding up and down the trees. They climbed them with agility. Many cats were mauled, but their mauled ones were strange. I ran to talk to my mom. By telling him what he was looking at. He didn' t understand me at first. I took her by the hand and pulled her, took her in front of the window, but there was no one outside. For the same reason he assured me that everything had been a dream or had imagined it for a moment made me doubt, but I was sure of what I had seen. The next night I heard again the maulings of my moon cat. I didn' t want to lift my mom anymore. I decided to spy to see if those strange figures came out.

13:20 With my heart pounding hard against my chest, I slipped out of my bed and looked out the window. Whatever was out there was there. His silhouette looked strange against the moonlight. Sometimes he would put on all fours and maul. As the brightness of his eyes reached me. His clothes moved like he made a lot of air. He raised his hands to heaven. Then he pointed toward the earth. His bright eyes were still directed toward our house. As I walked a few steps, I realized I was a horrible, skinny, long- haired woman. I didn' t know what to do at the time. I stood like a stake. I couldn' t move.

14:01 He had a few meters to get there. When he stopped and howled at me again like he did at my cat. At that time I realized that it was she who had taken our cats' eyes off. I was going to retire from the window when one more figure appeared. She was another old woman and bent over with a look that iced the blood. His eyes were like those of a cat, but they shone with a different light. One of my cats scared me. I went back to see him and asked him to shut up. When I looked back at the window in front of me, there was that witch with the first thing I ran into was that woman had the eyes of my moon cat and looked at me like she did.

14:46 I don' t know how, but at the time I knew they were taking our cats' eyes off to put them on. Surely, the other woman, the hunched one, had the eyes of general. That was the scariest thing I' ve ever seen in my entire life. As I was able to get back scared, I remember tripping over something and falling to the ground as I looked back at the window. That horrible woman was gone. Apart from the two witches, I had seen two shadows hiding in the branches of the trees. I suspected they wouldn' t leave us alone until they got the eyes of all our cats. All night long, that woman used to swoon around our house. Every time I did, restless cats answered him and looked for a way out. The witch wanted them at all costs, but she wasn' t going to let them. After knowing that what was killing my cats to steal her eyes were witches. My fear deepened.

15:50 One of those nights. I had a horrible nightmare. I looked at myself in my room. The darkness seemed denser as if it wanted to devour all the time star of light. I was lying on my bed with my eyes open fixed at the door of my room, waiting for something to happen. The door squeaked softly. At that moment I knew the witch was here, but this time she wasn' t coming for any cat. He was coming for me. My sheets felt heavy. My body screamed at me to get up and run, but fear paralyzed me completely. The door opened completely at once. The witch stood in front of me with difficulty. I could see her up close. He had greenish skin and no eyes. That made her look awful. His figure was like a dark spot against the pale light in the hallway. The fingers of his hands had large, thick and stingy nails with which he had surely taken their eyes. Our cats. She progressed slowly as enjoying my terror. As he approached, he whispered with a dry voice that if I could not have the eyes of my cats, I would take mine. Despite having his basins empty, he could feel his heavy gaze.

17:10 His hand stretched out to my face and his fingernails brushed my cheek. In an instant of despair, I screamed as loudly as I could, a scream that broke the spell of my nightmare and resonated all over the house. My mother burst into the room, lit the light and for a moment I thought I looked clearly at the figure of the Witch, making me doubt if everything had been a dream or a terrible reality. But when I blinked, she had disappeared, leaving behind only the echo of her voice and her sinister presence the cold that felt in every corner of my room made me have a chill. Since that night we locked all the doors and windows when the sun fell, fearful that my nightmare would come true. Apparently, finally, my mom thought there were witches out there. Even though that dream was like a warning to let cats out. Holding my fear, I took better care of them than ever. My mom went to a herb and got some amulets for the cats. I remember they were a bell and an eye, but I don ' t remember their meaning anymore. We tied them around their necks seemed incredible, but that calmed them down a little bit. I can assure you that made the witches very angry, because in the evenings they looked out the windows looking for the cats and hit the walls. For my worries and bad luck,

18:41 I was just looking at her, neither my parents nor my sister realized what was happening having to happen. This is why I alone that witch, the one with moon eyes, spent the nights mauling up above the trees. That' s how he did it. For a week. The mauled stopped for the rest of the night. Strange noises also disappeared. As a result, my mother returned to the hierberia and got some amulets and herbs that we placed around the trunk of the tree where we had seen them the following nights. Neither that nor any witch appeared, but fear never left us, not only my mom, my dad also finally accepted that witches could be real, because they also knew that, according to legend, cats could see beyond this world. That' s why witches used their eyes apart from being able to see in the dark with them. Many times I have told this story, even though not everyone believes me. This happened to me again in Tamaulipas.

19:52 Now that place is called the swirl. I' m pretty sure what I saw when the night whistled. My name is Fabian and I have lived in the city most of my life. Every summer. I return to my family ' s ranch outside a small town. That ranch is now abandoned. This story I' m about to tell you. It happened a few years ago when my grandparents were still alive. It was a particularly hot summer night. I had just arrived at the pleasant ranch as always, floundered with the grandparents until the sun was hidden past nine o' clock. As was my custom, I lay outside in a hammock my grandfather had. In the middle of the big yard. The clear sky showed stars that seemed to blink from above on the ranch. The night silence was only interrupted by the occasional lynching of horses or the distant howl of a coyote. Listening to those sounds gave me the peace of mind I needed. The ranch was probably not very large, rather it was of regular size. He had goats, pigs, and other animals like chickens and some cows. That night, a weirdo unusual to me made me turn around everywhere was very different from any other noise. After a few seconds I looked at an owl between the branches of a tree as white

21:26 as a ghost. I' ve been watching her. She looked like she was looking at me, too. Then another whistle was heard and then another whistle was heard. I didn' t have to be alarmed by the presence of owls. What I didn' t expect was that they would increase in number. Suddenly, a large tree near a corral looked white as if snow had fallen. I' ve never seen so many white birds together. I talked to my grandfather to explain if that was normal. When he saw them, he wasn' t even surprised. He told me very calmly that they had a week visiting him, stayed all night whistling and disappeared all at dawn.

22:10 Grandpa was not so concerned about his presence, because owls were killing rats that abounded in that season. He commented that they had never arrived as much as that night. He went into the house again. I tried to ignore them, but their looks stole from me. The past dream. Midnight was still awake. I noticed an unusual movement among the other trees. Many owls more than they could count quickly arrived in a hurry. She was quite a parvada. My grandfather had told me it wasn' t to worry. Better. I went into the house that night. It was the first time since I visited my grandparents, that I felt afraid for something I was trying to sleep when I heard that owls didn' t know how much, but there were many. They were walking through the sheet roof. The sound was loud, very similar to that of the rain to hear them. I was getting nervous because seconds later they weren' t just walking. He could hear the roof pecking, his flaps heard, in addition to the many whistles. It hasn' t been many minutes. Suddenly, the sound disappeared, making me assume that they had flown. I got up just to look out the window, because I didn' t decide to leave still restless by the number of birds that were outside. There was nothing and the whistles were heard. I

23:41 was a little surprised, but I also felt calmer. The next day, Walking a little around the ranch grounds, I found many skeletons of rats and other small animals. There were some rats. I was surprised they weren' t dry. Surely those knew they had been killed during the night. I didn' t want to see myself in front of my grandfather. Like a scary guy, I' d rather not ask him anything. In addition, it was clear that the owls had been the cause. While we were having lunch among talks, the theme of rats and white birds came up. I noticed right away that my grandmother was deliberately interrupting trying to keep my grandfather from being more specific. He made sure the owls would soon leave by night.

24:30 As everything was calm. I was cautious. I walked around looking at the big tree where the owls had stood. Everything was normal. I walked a little longer, breathed the quiet air and lay down in the hammock. Even though nothing unusual happened, I felt restless without knowing why. It hadn' t been long, if only an hour when the whistles started. Again, the owls appeared, gathered in the large oak tree. The one who was near the corral, I felt his harsh looks at me again, watching them from where I was I saw how they were grouped in a strange way, starting to form an increasingly definite figure. I couldn' t understand what they were doing. Their bodies aligned precisely, their feathers intertwined as they emitted strange sounds. Little by little. The figure of a woman began to take shape in front of my eyes, not sure what I was seeing. I stood up that figure kept forming as all the owls whistled loudly running. I put a small barn in front of the house because of inertia, rather than out of curiosity, I looked out the window to see that figure still somewhat distorted, of a woman who was floating. I stared at her. I had no doubt what I was looking at. I' d heard a lot about owls. They said they were witches, but I always believed a story,

26:03 but it was. So how was it possible what was going on when that woman was complete, to put it another way, the witch sat on the house because she couldn' t call it another way. She looked tall and thin. His face was covered with shadows. He let his eyes shine with a yellow glow. That told me I could see in the dark. Clearly, I could see her turning around, you could feel her look. When I turned towards myself, I fell to the ground. I hadn' t noticed, but I was shaking like a scared kid. After a few seconds I immediately straightened myself by whistling a big whistle. That woman rose in flight followed by many owls more formed a white mantle that for a few seconds obstructed the light of the moon, and then totally disappeared, leaving everything in a disturbing silence. After a while I left the barn, crossed the courtyard towards the house waiting for us to be attacked by those birds. There was no trace of them. That night I couldn' t sleep what I had just seen was something strange. I was wondering if I could tell my grandfather what I' d seen or not. When it dawned to the surprise of all several rabbits appeared dead in a way that even my grandfather was surprised. They were all pecking in an exaggerated way. Something like that has never happened before.

27:36 We looked around to find out what kind of predator had done that. We searched without finding anything. Grandpa said that what killed the rabbits came from hell. At first I didn' t understand his words. Then he also commented that it could be the owls. That day, Grandpa went out to visit his nearest neighbor. He stopped me from getting weird about riding his horse and taking his carbine talking to my grandmother. I knew they didn' t have a good relationship with that person. Upon returning again, they did not want to comment on it. When night fell, those owls appeared again.

28:17 This time a little earlier, they seemed much more than the previous time. They were flying around our house like zopilots warning of a dam. I knew that behavior in that kind of bird was strange. My grandfather, perhaps upset by the death of his rabbits, worried that it would happen again, went out with a carbine and shot them several times with the thunderbolts. The birds flew wild, but immediately they returned to the tree as if it had a magnet shot them again to their astonishment. The same thing happened. Scared by the gunshots, my grandmother got up quickly and began to pray in voice. The taller it got, the owls gave it. They had all flown without making the slightest noise as if they had disappeared. I' ve never been through a situation like this before. Inside the house we talked about the myth that owls were transformed witches. My grandfather said yes, but he assured me that what he was lurking around the ranch was something else, something from another world, because, despite the shots, he didn' t give any of those birds and that couldn' t be possible. It was probably witchcraft.

29:32 That night they didn' t come back, but in the morning we found more dead animals, rabbit chickens up to a pig' s calf were pecking, but no trace of blood. Besides, there were no prints on the floor either. I began to accept that this could not be done by owls. It was probably something related to the paranormal, because I didn' t know any animals that would do that damage and leave no ras. My grandfather, worried, decided that that night we would stay awake the three of us determined to defend the animals of the ranch at all costs, regardless of the origin of the predator. As the evening fell, we locked up all the animals, reinforced their cages and came to the idea that we wouldn' t sleep. My grandmother led us on, asked us to be very careful.

30:23 Then she went into the house to pray while we looked for a place to hide and see if the owls were actually the aggressors or there was something else, as if they knew about our plans. The birds didn' t show up and it was past midnight. We were tired about to go to sleep. When we heard whistling approaching. I remember well that my grandfather raised his rifle determined to shoot them in an instant the big tree that turned white and the whistle of so many animals is gone or. I heard disturbing. My grandfather asked me not to move. The owls arrived and arrived looking at them well if they looked different, they were a little bigger than normal, with long legs and their eyes almost occupied their entire face. They acted desperate, they fought each other, they all wanted to be in the tree as if it depended on their life. As the first night I saw them, the owls were disturbed as they formed a sinister figure, we were just surprised to see what was appearing in front of our eyes. My grandfather couldn' t believe it. When that woman formed, she had the carbine in her hands, but something prevented her from shooting. From where we were we could see that this witch came down from the tree, opened the cages and went against the animals, which they didn' t even do to defend themselves. The

31:56 other owls fluttered, preventing us from seeing clearly what was happening. Some of those birds walked through the earth making strange movements. The minutes passed we assumed the witch would devour all the animals if we didn' t do something soon. In his desperation, my grandfather fired the rifle. The witch stopped, turned to us and for a moment her eyes stuck in us. Then the owls that formed his body quickly dispersed. They all flew towards that tree, and then, after a few seconds, drove off in an unknown direction, leaving only the echo of their whistles that faded away in the night. We stayed a few minutes processing all that. I can' t deny that both my grandfather and I were quite nervous. When we were sure those birds wouldn ' t come back, we got out of where we were. I returned to the house still with my heart, beating wildly over the adrenaline of the nur. I find the dawn soon arrived and with him the doubts about whether to stay at the ranch or not because of what I had seen when checking the animals. Not many were missing, but some had been injured. Only a goat and a rabbit were dead. As we got rid of them.

33:19 The grandparents told me that their neighbor, the one with whom they had no good relationship, was surely responsible for what was going on. I wanted to know more. They told me they' d tell me later at noon. My grandfather went out for help with a person who knew things related to witchcraft, a woman known as Doña Nena, who did not live far from the ranch. In the meantime, my grandmother took the opportunity to tell me why things were happening. One afternoon, my grandfather went to play canteen. That occasion came out of litigation with that gentleman I no longer remember the name of. Strange things have started to happen on the ranch ever since. First voices were heard outside, but there were no people. They discovered that those who spoke at night were two big black birds hiding in the largest tree gnawing when grandparents scared them off. Some time later a flock of crows arrived and began to eat. The crops. They talked and shouted all night, but soon they turned to that lady, Mrs Baby, who helped them. Those birds disappeared and they didn' t come back. Then there began to be a light. First little flames that ran through the darkness around the house. Then they were flares that jumped from tree to tree. When they suspected that they were witches, they went to see the same lady as Doña Nena, with

34:51 some work, managed to keep them away. Just a few weeks ago, the first owls appeared. We know they' re not coming against us, they' re coming against our animals, but we' re not leaving. My grandmother said. Later my grandfather came with a kind of dry- weed monkey. He told us that in the tree where the owls stood there was a work of witchcraft. He set up a ladder and looked for something between the branches of the largest tree, the one near the corral. After searching we found three legs of black hens were nailed to the thick trunk without touching them with hands we removed it. Then my grandfather put on the monkey he brought that night. The owls arrived on that occasion. The birds seemed rabid, some even bumped into the walls and windows of the house. On the barn, owls began to become the witch. My grandfather shot him with his carbine on several occasions until all the owls were emitting a deafening chiffons. Some birds returned, but as the minutes passed, they all left. One day before returning to town, a white bird broke into the house. It was directly where I was. He stood in front of me making a strange noise.

36:19 Her huge eyes were the same as those of the witch that night she turned to see me. When I saw her, my grandmother assured me that that wasn' t a owl, she was a witch. My grandmother hastened to go for the broom. It didn' t take him more than a few seconds to get back. That time was enough for me to pass through my memory everything I had lived since the first time I looked at all those owls between the two fighting we managed to get her out. The animal without being affected by daylight flew in circles for a while until it moved away. We didn' t know what his intention was when he stepped in and dared to look at me head- on. We were hoping that night all those birds would show up again, but it wasn' t. What I didn ' t expect was that during the night I had a severe headache and fever that made me delirious or at least that' s what my grandmother told me.

37:16 I woke up at dawn feeling watched by huge eyes moving through the darkness at that time. It was all I saw, but I knew it was the witch that was hiding in front of me. Suddenly a huge owl appeared on my feet that kept looking at me. Her big yellow eyes numbed me in the blink of an eye. I looked at a terrible woman looking at her face and body with clear malformations. It was a horrible thing. It was so much fear that I screamed at my grandmother with all my might every time she tried to throw that witch at me. I used to beat up screaming. When my grandmother came and looked at me like I was, she told me not to be afraid, because it was all a hallucination. I saw her so real, in fact, she could even smell her nasty animal pestilence. Wet for a long time, my grandmother was praying the next morning.

38:15 When I woke up, I felt a little better. I said goodbye to my grandparents, asking them to be very careful, and I promised them I' d be back soon. I returned to my city still with symptoms. The next two nights I had a hard time. I was looking at an owl inside my room on the third night, everything got worse, the bird, it became the witch and I wanted to get hold of it. It' s all in one attempt. I was so scared. I went with a healer who recommended me to do a clean against the shock I had and so I got better. What I couldn' t take away was the terrible fear I had of birds. It was so much that I didn' t even dare to leave the house after three sweeps of the healer and seeing it didn' t get better, he told me that I had to go back to the ranch to face my fears, because if I wasn' t going to be affected forever, I planned the trip for the December holidays.

39:16 But a few weeks before my grandparents died with my parents. We went to bury them for some people we knew they hadn' t even been sick. During his funerals, several owls appeared or those strange white birds who watched us carefully, especially me when we arrived at the small pantheon. That' s exactly where their graves would be. Other birds were already waiting for them as if they wanted to make sure my grandparents had died. At the end, they flew up. After the funeral, we went to the ranch to close everything and return to the city. Just then we realized that there were no animals anymore. We asked among acquaintances, but none could give a reason.

40:07 One of them approached me and asked me never to leave the ranch because there was someone who had always wanted it, but my grandfather refused to sell it to him. Maybe it was the one my grandfather was having trouble with. The first time I returned to the ranch was a totally desolate place. He seemed to have many years in abandonment with the few people I spoke to were fearful. They said they were haunted lands and nests of strange birds who whistled at night. Over the years. I had several offers to sell, but, by the memory of my grandparents, I have still refused to date.

40:51 Being an older person, I' m giving him a ride to the ranch. From time to time the house is about to fall the o and the tree in or s to n n o where the owls stood is totally dry. When I go there, I never stay at night. I think I ' m still afraid of those birds, four tombs of the pantheon. This that I dare to share happened to me when I was about to turn twenty years old with no more job options in the village. I volunteered to be the caretaker of the pantheon, a rather ancient place with tombs over one hundred and fifty years old. When they knew in my house that I would spend much of the days in the pantheon as a manager, they forbade me, but as I could I convinced them it was either that or being without doing anything in the house. For a town like mine, the pantheon was large, because there they buried the dead of all the nearby rancheries and even smaller villages that were only a few kilometers away. I omit the name of my people because that pantheon to date is open. There are buried prominent people, but it was also always said that the remains of witches and witches who in life did evil. These tombs, they said, the old people of the village were lost among the dead, without names or signs to identify them.

42:24 Since I was in charge of the pantheon there for one thousand nine hundred and seventy- six, there were already those old and forgotten tombs, to which no one visited. From that first day, the former pantheoner brought me to the attention of the strange things that were going on there, especially during the dark nights. He assured me that sometimes a woman' s heartbreaking screams were heard, but that such cries came from inside her grave, and on some occasions the father had gone to sprinkle holy water on her and stopped listening. Despite. But, but, or, but, or, s O? Then it began again the Puritans of the people said that this woman was punished by God for getting rid of her son before he was born. You could also see the spirit of a child running and doing mischief. He bounced the ball against the wall of the small room where we rested and sometimes his laughter was heard. Sometimes he also knocked on the door. Already early in the morning, he told me that there were goblins that manifested themselves in the form of mice or bats, that they stole the black things and cats that leaped between the trees as possessed, while their eyes changed their color. Besides, the nights were colder than in the village. This and many more terrifying things often happened inside the pantheon, especially in the early morning. The old pantheoner paused before telling me that the worst frights were not given by the dead.

43:57 What I had to take care of was witches. They were constantly getting into the pantheon to do their black and ritual work. In the late hours of the night, fireballs fell, but that light didn' t burn. Besides, it was very bright when that happened, I was stressed by that old man who had to hide me, just as he always did so as not to be attacked by those perverse women. Witches usually entered the pantheon to bury jobs inside the tombs, burrowed the earth, and introduced all kinds of things bottled with hairs, chickens, toads, and other already worked animals. No one in charge had dared to tell them something for fear of being haunted, but there was a tomb especially to which these women did not approach out of fear or respect. For the same reason, this tomb was always neglected.

44:53 At that moment it took me to meet her still until that moment I was still incredulous of what that gentleman assured me. We walked a few minutes between the graves, most of them in abandonment. That grave was to the end of the pantheon. Upon arriving I saw that sadly it was just a pile of dry land, but it looked strange, had no cross or name and was almost covered with grown grass. As I approached, there was a strange feeling that at that moment I could not understand what the old gravedigger was. He told me in a warning tone that I should never walk around, because the witch could catch my spirit and disturb me for the rest of my days.

45:40 That tomb, according to the old man, had a strange power. It was from a powerful witch who had been buried alive because they could never kill her. Despite all the attempts, as well as that there were three other tombs. He told me he' d show them to me later, because it was also a business. Many people from elsewhere came asking about those graves and paying to find them. Being there they did strange rituals where they asked for perverse favors. He warned me that when that happened, I would hide in the room until it was all over, because dark forces were unleashed.

46:20 The first night I was left alone in the pantheon I didn' t leave the little room full of nerves. I kept looking out the window every time I heard a noise no matter how insignificant this one was. He looked at the pantheon as a dark place from where a dead man would rise at any moment. At that time it was the worst night I' d ever had. I confess I was about to leave for my home from the nerves I had. The worst thing about that night was when I heard a cat ' s mauling very close to where I was. Later, that animal scratched the door and made the attempt to talk about remembering it irritables my blood to this day. That' s how time passed. I heard some howling screams and even the crying of a child seemed horrifying to me, but I got used to all that one night as I walked through the pantheon, already to go to rest, I noticed something unusual. In the distance. Between the shadows of the tombstones, the crosses and the old trees via three figures moved with stealth as if they were hiding or looking for something. At first I thought they might be vandals or youths from the village playing to scare each other.

47:39 It was the first time I' d been lighting up with the oil lamp, with all the precautions. I went to talk to them and ask them in a good way to leave the pantheon, but those figures became barely perceptible shadows that were lost among the tombs I did not find them again. It was like they disappeared I checked up the trees. I looked for a well where they could hide and nothing. I scoured the place several times until I returned to the room. I was nervous, but watchful the rest of the night in case they came back again, but nothing strange. It was hours later that I fell asleep hoping that it wouldn' t happen again.

48:25 The next morning I checked the sector where those people surrounded me. It was very close to the strange tomb. Many barefoot footprints could be seen around him. That was it. Apparently, they hadn' t made a mess They hadn' t even gotten close. What I did find odd was that some of those prints were black as coal. During the day, the few visitors seemed suspicious to me. I was trying to figure out if they were the ones who got into the pantheon that night. Some of them I didn' t lose sight of until they left, but they were just my nerves because there was no reason to behave like that. The next night I was sitting outside the room. It would be like eleven I unexpectedly looked like a fireball fell into the pantheon, very close to where the old tombs were. While looking at her, I got up from the chair. When the light went out, two other balls fell in the same place, thinking that someone had thrown them out and that soon the dry sack would burn. I went over there to check me out. About 50 meters away when the fire went out leaving everything in the dark as if nothing happened. I stopped for a few seconds without understanding what was going on. In that I saw them again were three silhouettes that were advancing quickly to the forgotten section of the pantheon. Again,

49:57 I went after them, but there was something about the way they moved that made me stop. It wasn' t normal. They seemed to float on the dry grass of the pantheon. Despite seeing that, I decided to follow them away, hiding behind the graves and getting as close as I could. They reached such an ancient part of the pantheon, where inscriptions on the stones could hardly be read and some tombs no longer had crosses. They stood in front of the tomb that belonged to the witch and snuck in like that for a few minutes. Apparently they were praying. Then they laid their hands on the heap of earth that covered the tomb and began digging with their hands.

50:42 They were doing it in desperation. His fingers were sinking into the earth as if it were wet sand. What surprised me was not only the superhuman speed with which they removed the earth, but the sound of a constant murmur that looked like a cane. I was trying to identify them, but everything was so dark and I was so far away that it wasn' t possible for me at the time I remembered all the things and warnings of the previous gravedigger yet I refused to accept that what I was looking at were witches. After a few minutes, one of them drew an object from that tomb.

51:23 I couldn' t see it well It was small. Maybe the size of a hand, I got a little closer. They were still far away. The three figures stood up and bowed to the open tomb. Then, among all with their hands, they dragged the earth and began to fill again the well that they had done until they left everything in place stealthily, I came a little closer to continue looking at what I could perhaps came closer to the account, because those women felt that someone was watching them. They turned their heads wherever it happened to me. Fined as soon as I could. I hid behind a stone cross. They walked through the graves looking for me.

52:07 When they were only a few meters from me, I could clearly see their faces under the pale moonlight, I drowned a cry as I looked at them. One of them had her face perversely disfigured. It looked horrible as if the meat melted and stuck back into grooves and grotesque folds. I' ve never seen such a thing in my worst nightmares. Every step he took, small pieces of skin were falling off. Besides, it smelled awful like it was burned. The other two had the skin of their pale faces, their eyes sunk deep into their orbits. They shone between darkness, transmitting not only evil, but a desire to do harm. They were so close to me, they gave me terrible chills. One of them, the most in rra, had arms much larger than normal and her legs so arched and deformed that they seemed to break at every step she took. Just looking at her made me afraid. The mouths, perhaps the most terrifying of their faces, were large. They were permanently twisted in some kind of macabre smile. Sharp irregular teeth like those of a wild animal. They looked out between thin, dry lips. They looked like dirt- stained blades. The hair of those horrible women fell on strands as filthy and worn out as if they had been plucked

53:38 out. His worn- out dark clothes crawled down the floor. I was a fool if I didn' t accept that those women were true witches. It was then when full of terror that I turned around and snooped through the graves, I moved away from there as quickly as I could stealthily trying not to make noise, knowing that those women were not just intruders in that sacred place, but entities belonging to the world of the occult and the forbidden, capable of manipulating the shadows at their whim I felt in danger. Without turning back, I ran the graves back to the small room, where I stood firmly securing the door behind me. As I entered with the quilt that I had to cover myself with the cold, I covered the window as much as I could and turned off the lamp by remaining in complete darkness, holding my breath, I remained silent waiting for the worst. It hadn' t been many minutes when I heard the door pushed was too light. Then they touched the glass in the window. My heart accelerated and my lips dried up.

54:51 At once they knocked harder on the door asking me to open. A snoring voice was heard. I identified her as an old woman, trying to trick me with a false tenderness. They pushed the door again with intent to open it. At times they stopped doing it and then pushed it harder. While they were doing it, I could hear them humping that creepy tune. What was most nervous about me was knowing that the door was so old that I wouldn' t stand much as time passed. I was more afraid because I heard one of them walking through the roof. I didn' t understand how it could have gone up, since they were all deformed old women. Another thing I had to endure was the horrible smell of burning that invaded the whole room. I felt desperate. I endured for a long time all those women ' s attempts to get in until unexpectedly the noises disappeared. I spent the rest of the night wondering if what happened was real. I looked at the dawn when the sun began to illuminate the statues and crosses of the pantheon.

56:05 I got out of the room. Everything around was full of footprints. Some of them were black. I remembered the witch who smelled like a burn in a while. I went to the place where I' d seen those horrible women. There was no sign that the earth had been removed or that they had done some ritual, but the atmosphere felt heavy and there was a feeling that something sinister had happened. After noon the old pantheon came to visit me to show me what the graves of the other three witches were. We walked to the end of the pantheon, to the opposite side of where the strange tomb was. I was trying to tell you that I didn' t want to know anything about what I' d been through at night anymore. Without giving me time to talk, he started telling me briefly the story of those witches. The first of them was a witch of cauldrons, of those who made powerful and dangerous brews that could kill anyone. That' s why they had lynched her for hurting a count of those times over her box. They put a big iron cross on him because of their fear that he would leave his grave to get revenge. That was the woman who told me she was screaming at night. That' s why holy water didn' t help her, there was no record of her, neither her age nor her name was known. When we were in front of a lot of land and stones, I knew that that was where I was totally forgotten. Besides, that tomb

57:38 also fired a strange vibrate around it. There were other piles of land that also lacked a cross. In all that piece of the pantheon was very marked the silence. Then we walk to the opposite side, towards the main fence. I suspected that the witches were in the four corners of the panthion n s maybe and I was suggesting it because we still had a few meters to get there and I already felt tense the tomb was similar to the previous two, only that this one had no herbs, but, like the others, it fired bad vibrations. That witch was accused of having a pact with the devil. He liked to curse people and was very effective in hurting them.

58:23 They put nails in his jaws to stop him from throwing all those curses. Also, with hands and feet tied with blessed barbed wire, they buried her face down because of the fear it caused. It was not known how old he was in the accounts. Occasions came people to dance around that pile of dry land. Immediately from that tomb, there was a dry tree that was the favorite place for owls and bats. Finally, we walked to the other end, almost next to the small room, where he slept. I had not taken into account that the fence at that place was a little higher and that, as a rule, some black cats mauled at night. His maulings were different, very similar to a baby' s cry. This was the least visited tomb. When we were in front of her, she smelled a lot of burning. This witch had the ability to transform into a fireball and animals. She was buried without feet because when she was lynched she was transformed into a guajolote and did not give her time to return to her normal state.

59:35 With it the four witches were completed, one in every corner of the pantheon, far from the crosses and from the visit of the people I no longer told him anything. To the old undertaker, but knowing that there were four witches buried in the pantheon, I made the decision that that would be the last night I would spend in that place before it was dark. I observed the crosses we had for sale for new tombs. I stuck a white cross in the door and tied another one in front of the room window. Another one I took with my hands. I figured that would be a terrible night. It just got dark. The nerves took over me at the time I didn' t care about the job anymore. I wanted the hours to run soon to get out of there before nine. I was already locked up and praying. The minutes were too slow. My despair was so great that I repented and cursed the time I took that job. At about three in the morning, I heard slow and heavy steps around the room. I wasn ' t going to open the door for anything. I only directed the cross to the window, because to me it was the weakest point where the witches could get in if I proposed it. For much of the night, voices, laughter and even laughter were heard that were about to disturb my mind, but I stayed strong until it finally dawned. It was already half a day

1:01:10 when I encouraged myself to leave the room. I didn' t find any prints to prove to me that what I' ve been hearing was real. Without hesitation I put my things together and quit that job, but that old man told me that I could not run away any more like that, because the witches would chase me forever. He offered to stay with me one last night and I accepted because I didn' t want to be persecuted all my life by those witches. That night, every time there was a noise, I couldn' t help but look into the four corners of the pantheon where I never walked. I was wondering if those witches would come back. Thank God, that didn' t happen. I wanted to think that it was only my imagination, but when the wind was blowing among the arbsles of the pantheon, it seemed to me to hear the echo of that strange song and I could not help but feel chills so strong that they made me tremble.

1:02:08 After that night I never went back there, not even to the burial of my relatives. Those witches are still there. I think they' ll be in that old pantheon forever. My hideout. My name is Beatrice, which I share with you. It happened to me when I was nine years old. I' ve always lived alone with my mom when I was little. I' ve never been afraid of the dark because there was no reason for that. I was a lonely child, since I had no sisters. I always played alone, but I didn' t have a problem. I was used to it. After nine years, things changed in every way, because I faced the illness of my hand mom, who had her bedridden for a few months out of nowhere felt bad. Sometimes she was delirious, talking to her sisters, they weren' t there for hours, screaming and arguing the few times she could get up she almost destroyed the room. In the house there was a very strong presence of something evil, especially at night. I never looked at anyone. It was heard that they were dragging their feet from the front door to my mom' s room. Days before he died, he was shouting at me with bad words and insults, as he had never done before. Sometimes I did it with a voice that wasn' t his.

1:03:39 Then I knew what real fear was. I felt alone and unprotected at the mercy of animals and people. My favorite place to hide when I was scared of my mother' s screams was to get under my bed. One night, my mom ran away from me as she said horrible things to me. Besides, strange noises were heard all over the house. I couldn' t stand the fear anymore, but I couldn' t get out and leave my mom alone in a strange way. My mother' s sisters, my aunts, went to visit her hours before her death. I had a lot of not seeing them, but they didn' t even greet me when I came in. When they left, I didn' t have time to look at her alive for the last time I was already stiff, as if I had hours of death. I had to close his eyes and cover his face because the expression he had was to give nightmares. The house was filled with people who, as I understood it, did not visit my mother because they believed that she was haunted and had the belief that they could be infected.

1:04:46 At that time. At the age of nine, I was not enough to understand what that meant in the wake there were few people, if perhaps some ten people, counting mainly on my aunts, who refused to do a mass after the funeral, went to sculpt the house. I never knew they were looking for me. They didn' t take me into account at all. I was still not ten years old when I had to go through that situation. Now I had to go live in a small town where I was going to be raised by my aunts because my mom, according to her, had asked them just before she died. That day I didn' t think it was the best news, because my mom knew that her sisters were very believers in dark things, as well as paranormal issues. For the same reason, I was sure that the stories of witches and frights would be common in that house, but what I could do I would live in fear every day.

1:05:45 They probably wouldn' t mind that. My aunts weren' t going to change anything else because I came to live with them. I remember the first day I entered that house, which had been my grandmother' s. It was the same day we buried my mom. When I got to his old house, I felt strange. Its wooden floors and walls filled with black and white photographs made me feel like we were in an ancient era. Everything smelled like moisture. The silence so marked showed the echo throughout the house, the furniture and tapestry of the walls were very careless. I also noticed that all over the house there were candlelights of all sizes as well as fairly old lamps.

1:06:33 Being a big house, they gave me a room for myself next to my brigid aunt' s room. My other aunt Jacinta stayed in the main room, the one that had been my grandmother' s. During the day, everything happened normal, something indifferent. They were nice to me. I knew I had to make the effort to get used to living with them and getting along. When night fell, I realized that there was something strange in that house. The whole house plunged into dense darkness. Despite having electric light. They lit up with candles making everything look a lot darker. They gave me a black robe to sleep on and they also wore the same color.

1:07:18 They told me never to sleep with the candle on, I had to turn it off. When it was too late at ten o' clock at night, it wasn' t even nine o' clock and I had already been sent to sleep. When I was left alone in that unknown room, then I was afraid. I could not sleep because the memories of everything I had lived tormented me as time passed. A murmur was heard in the distance. I stood still. That' s how I was for a few minutes until I recognized that voice was my brigid aunt speaking. She talked to herself because no one answered her. Sometimes he laughed r first, but he could laugh until he broke into laughter. I was afraid of what I heard, and I felt like crying lying on the bed, and I looked to every corner with the fear of encountering something sinister. That' s how I spent a lot of the night. When she stopped laughing, I rested and fell asleep the next morning. Discreetly, my aunt Jacinta asked me if I had heard anything strange at night. Trying to trick her. I said no. All day long, both they and I act normal. The next night was especially quiet. I missed the sound of the nocturnal birds that used to sing near my window when I lived in my house, because there, neither day nor night, insects or birds were heard as if it were a dead place.

1:08:50 I didn' t know when I fell asleep after midnight. Maybe I woke up feeling cold as if something had absorbed all the heat in my room. I got up because something was heard in the yard. I was going to open the window to look out, but deep down I watched a woman walk. I thought she was one of my aunts, but after seeing her well, I didn' t know her. That woman was taller than either of us. In addition, he had white hair and so long that he almost dragged him down the floor. He was dressed in white and was barefoot. After looking at her for a few minutes I trembled because I found a resemblance with my mom, but it didn' t match the height either. A brief memory came to me. That woman looked like my grandmother. I wasn ' t quite sure because I was, like, five years old. Last time I saw her. I was hoping you' d turn around to recognize her, but she never did. That woman got lost in the dark.

1:09:57 I could assure you that if it was her, the problem was knowing that my grandmother was several years dead. For the first time I felt a cold that ran all over my body. The only place I found to get myself safe was under the bed. I stayed there for hours. My whole body trembled with cold or fear. I never dared get out of where I was until dawn. After breakfast, I started to see the many photographs they had until I found one of my grandmother' s. To my surprise it was very similar to the woman I had seen at night until I brought a pretty similar dress. My aunts took care of their things all morning. I took advantage of it to get to know the courtyard. I was walking around where I saw that woman to see if she found anything weird. Upon seeing me, my aunt Jacinta yelled at me to get in and never walk again.

1:10:51 He told me that this place was the last time my grandmother had walked and they didn' t want her bones to be erased. They seemed strange to me. His reaction I obeyed without asking anything. Already at night I slept in fear. I closed the curtain so I wouldn' t see the courtyard. I persected myself as my mother had taught me and pressed my eyes. I remembered that I had not turned off the candle and it would soon be ten o' clock. I was going to get up when I heard that someone stood in front of the door of the room, I felt that fear of the night before. That' s why I hit the ground. With the dim candlelight I could see that something was not right. The door knob started spinning. At first I thought my eyes were cheating on me, but then I heard a murmuring of words with an opaque tone that I didn' t understand paying more attention, I realized that the voice of an old woman was saying my name. Listening to that, my blood was freezing as slowly as I could, I slipped under my bed. The heart was beating so loud that I was afraid it could be heard from my hiding place I looked at the door. I had not heard any noise, but it was already open. The candlelight drew long shadows and I saw barefoot feet standing in front of me were pale, wrinkled and crooked feet as if they had walked between stones and thorns. They were so dry they had deep cracks. I turned

1:12:26 back until I hit the wall Whoever was was also lit up with a candlestick that occasionally dropped drops of wax. He started moving around my room. By gnashing some boards on the floor, I could hear the feet moving heavily through the wood. I didn' t even dare to breathe out of fear of finding my mind is treacherous. It made me imagine my frigid aunt transformed into a horrible creature, with huge fingernails and big teeth sticking out of a pretty big mouth. An effort to look through the darkness at those feet that walked slowly and aimlessly. The woman they belonged to kept muttering things that made my head hurt. Those footprints headed toward the door. While I was on my way out, I was dragging my feet so ugly that the sound was ringing in my ears. It sounded like they were dragging dry branches down a stone road. I covered my ears and closed my eyes for a long time until I fell asleep. The next day I couldn' t stand it anymore.

1:13:34 I told my aunts what I' d seen. They looked at each other. Then they told me not to play with it and to respect the eternal rest of my mother and grandmother. I didn' t know if they didn ' t believe me or try to avoid talking about it. The next two nights passed quietly. I couldn' t sleep well, but on the third night again I heard my brigid aunt was talking. I was filled with fear because this time I was talking to someone, maybe my grandmother. The most terrifying thing was to hear that she answered him by overcoming my fears slowly. I got out of the room. I walked a few steps to the door of my aunt' s room. I stuck my ear on the door to check what I was hearing. It wasn' t even five seconds. They both stopped talking. Apparently they realized my presence because I heard they walked to the door. I reacted soon. I ran to my room, but I couldn' t close the door. I just walked in and got under the bed, afraid of being discovered, someone came in and spoke to me by my name. At first I did not recognize that voice, but when I spoke to myself again I knew that she was my brigid aunt with an annoying tone, asked me to leave where I was out of fear. I stayed under the bed hurrying the pass went and turned off the candle. Suddenly she crouched, stretched out what looked like her hand shoved her under the bed groping

1:15:06 for me. His fingers looked like dry branches that scratched me trying to grab me. He did it on the one hand, then on the other, without getting it. I was terrified, but without shouting. At first, that woman laughed at me. She couldn' t reach me because she couldn ' t fit under the bed. I never stopped praying with every word. That hand retreated as if the prayers burned it and prevented it from approaching for eternal minutes. We were practically struggling like this until he finally cursed me and stopped. I felt like something terrible was going to happen from that night.

1:15:48 I knew that hand wasn' t from any of my aunts, or my mom, it wasn' t even my grandmother in my mind I thought it might be something as terrible as a witch. There was also the possibility that my two days would be transformed at night into something horrible and, to my misfortune, I was there living in his house. I really didn' t know what else to think anymore. I persected myself many times as I asked God to help me at that time I had the intention of running away, but I still did not know anyone in that town. I didn' t know where I was going. All I could think of was locking myself in the room and getting back under the bed. I' d stay there for the rest of my life. The next day, my aunts weren' t expected to face them. I took the courage to ask them to tell me the whole truth of what was going on there, or I would scream to be heard by the neighbors. I' d leave the house. Besides, I' d tell whoever found me that they were witches. My aunt Jacinta sat in the living room, asked me to listen to her very serenely.

1:17:00 She started telling me that none of them were witches. Neither was my grandmother. While I was talking, my other aunt looked very nervous. Sometimes I interrupted the talk without so many turns. I learned that one of them years ago had turned to a witch to ask for a black job of witchcraft a tie or something, but the price was so high that, after the job had been done, she could not pay him. Since then, the witch had been around her house and began threatening to harm the weakest family members. They were hiding in the dark. That' s why they didn' t turn on the light. My grandmother didn' t believe in those things and she bothered to spend the nights in darkness. She always slept with a lamp on. That' s why the witch found it so easy. She was the first to hurt him. One morning she died without a diagnosed disease.

1:17:59 Apparently, the witch didn' t settle for that. I was trying to hurt them, but for some reason I couldn' t see them in the dark. Then he looked for my mom and what happened happened. According to my aunt' s version. If they don' t take me to the house with them, I' m probably dead too. When that talk ended, I realized that because of her, my mom had died in such a horrible way and not deserved it. Besides, now I was in danger looking at my brigid aunt' s attitude. I knew it was her fault. By understanding that, I told them that I would leave the house, look for my dad to go with him, and so I would be safe.

1:18:43 No objection. They agreed. Obviously, it wasn' t that easy to find him. For the same reason, I had to spend one last night with them. That night we agreed that we' d all sleep in the same room. Before the night we locked ourselves in, we didn' t set off any sails and we stayed in the most complete silence, feeling the passage of time, how the hours passed and nothing happened. My brigid aunt started talking softly. He said he was tired of living hiding in the dark, lit a candle and left the room. Despite the opposition of us.

1:19:25 After a while. We heard her arguing heatedly with cries. I was telling her that with the deaths of my grandmother and my mom, I was already paying off the debt. He shouted at him several times that he would no longer be afraid of him. Then my aunt came in quickly asking me to hide as usual I got under the bed. I didn' t see where they hid anymore. As I was about to cry, I began to pray in silence, imagining that woman would come in for me. Despite the darkness, I could see someone came into the room. At that moment, some things fell out of place. There was no need to see her or guess, because she could only be the witch. She was standing for a few seconds I could hear her growl. Then he spit on the ground as a sign of contempt. The sound was deaf, heavy as if his saliva were more than just liquid. My eyes burned and I felt a terrible cold at the time, a cold that got into my bones. When nothing was heard, I knew he was gone. For the first time since I was in that house. It was heard that some dogs howled. Dawn didn' t take long to get with him. Daylight went through the window. So my fear began to dissipate. My aunts came from where they were hiding with frightened faces. I looked at the floor looking for the place where the witch had spit. On the old wooden floor. There was only one ball of hair.

1:20:57 Outside of that everything was in place as if nothing had happened. We got out of the room, we fixed my stuff, and they left me at the bus station. That day was the last time I looked at my aunts. I came to live with my dad' s family because he didn ' t want to see me. Everything was normal, but with my arrival in that house they began to hear strange noises that had never been heard. I didn' t mean anything, but apparently, the witch had followed me to my new home. The first night he looked at the shadow of a woman dressed in white, with hair so long that it almost dragged him to the ground, and he was barefoot and babbling ununderstandable words. They were all adults in that house. Then they took it easy, asked me questions, and I had to confess that a dangerous witch was following me. Maybe we ' d have to dive into the dark, at least at night to, just like we did at my aunts' house. So we did and nothing happened that night, but my new family was not willing to go through.

1:22:09 That' s why it' s just dawning. They took me with a lady to take care of me and, by the way, gave us protection for the whole house as well. Nothing more. Upon arrival he told us that I fired a strange vibrate. That told her she was marked by a witch. He sent us with a wiser sorcerer to help us. We had to go to another town to see him. That sorcerer named Matias swept me three times. Then I got sick of his saliva. He asked me not to bathe for a week. That would drive the witch away forever. We returned bringing some amulets to the house that did work, because I never saw the witch again. To this day. I can remember fragments of those horrible words the witch used to say to me. I wonder if he' s gone forever or if he just waits in the shadows, waiting for the right time to return for me written and adapted stories by black cat