BRUJAS Y NAHUALES, El Cerro De Las Brujas Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The Witch Hill. This isn' t a story of mine, but it ' s a story my grandfather tells me every time I go to visit him today. He' s a very old person and sometimes I feel like he forgets a lot of things. My grandfather grew up in a village of which I would not like to say his name for security reasons and also because my grandfather has always refused to specify the area. We know the town. He has always worried that one of us is brave enough or stupid enough to go in search of what he saw. In his village there was a hill called by the people of the place like Cerro de la Bruja. Everyone in the village claimed that witches gathered on that hill and performed their rituals. On more than one occasion, people from the village had found her strange symbols carved on the trees, as well as on the earth and some dead animals that seemed to have been sacrificed. In addition to that, several people had also spotted species of fireballs jumping in the trees. During the morning, my grandfather told me that even he himself had come to see them. I wasn' t entirely sure they were another particularity of that hill. It was the best place to cut firewood. The trees were never scarce and the wood was much better than the trees of other nearby hills. Despite the risk of playing with a

1:40 witch, most people in the village knew it was worth it, the risk, and they had also developed a sort of system to never run into a witch. Most people went very early to bring firewood and were back in their homes long before the night fell on the village. Despite his precautions, more than one person claimed to have seen strange things in that place. In fact, he had always told me that as a child I was very afraid of that place. Besides all the legends that were told. When he or his brothers misbehaved, his mother usually threatened them by saying that he was going to leave them on that hill for the witches to take away. This made him totally afraid of that place. As he grew up and also acquired many more responsibilities in his home he began to change his mind and very often used to say that those stories of Bruges were nothing but beliefs of ignorant people and that all people claimed to have seen or heard were probably hallucinations because they were so afraid. My grandfather tells me that, being a time when wood was basically needed for everything, his father commissioned him to be in charge of bringing the firewood to store for the rains and winter. He had to hurry to get enough firewood. Before that. He notes that, as a 13- year

3:15 - old teenager, his father initially refused to be intimidated by my grandfather, threatening him that if they didn' t have enough firewood for the winter and the rainy season, he was better off preparing, because he would have it cut even in the rain. My grandfather never listened to his father and when the rainy season came, his father now did force him to cut firewood in the rain to serve as a lesson for the other brothers, but no matter how hard he tried. It was too difficult for him to cover the entire month' s work in just a few days. He said at some point he got so desperate that he started crying. And it was then that his two brothers, Manuel and Miguel twins, who were only two years younger, asked him what the problem was. My grandfather told them and they told him they could go to the hill together and not come down until they had enough firewood. Even one of them proposed to take the donkey so as to bring firewood faster. They claimed they could make two trips with the donkey while their parents went to the other town fair to sell their pots and clay dishes.

4:30 Relieved accepted and as soon as his parents left. They all took the donkey and headed for the hill of the Witch, where there was more wood to finish much faster. They thought it would be a very simple task and the rain threatened to fall. They made a trip without any problems and the amount of wood that had already been assembled was quite decent. They knew their father wouldn' t settle for that, as he had given her a whole month to put her together and knew that wouldn' t be enough. They were willing to go for one more trip, but the donkey was already very tired, because they had to wait several hours for the animal to drink water and eat something to recover. And, to tell you the truth, they needed it, too, as it was too tiring a journey. As soon as they were all ready to leave again, they realized that one drop of rain was already beginning to fall and, on top of that, there was not much time left for it to get dark. My grandfather says that his brother Manuel said that maybe it would be best to leave it this way, but my grandfather afraid of what could happen to him if he didn' t bring the rest of the wood, said no and convinced them to go again.

5:50 When they arrived, they realized that there were still enough trees to cut down. The best ones had already been cut and the ones that were left were somewhat removed. They had to go deep into that hill so they could carry all the firewood. But still, they didn' t care about this and went to work. But as soon as the sun began to stop lighting, very well, his frightened brothers said it would be best to leave because everyone there knew what was said about that hill and did not want to meet any witches. My grandfather told them that those were pure lies and that they were not going to find anything, that the people of the village had invented those things because they wanted to attract attention or because they were just cowards. At the same time he questioned them whether they were and how their brothers did not want to look like cowards. They said no and they kept working until they were simply not able to see where they were hitting the trees in the dark, and that' s when they decided it was best to come back.

6:58 He was quite satisfied, as the donkey was carrying a very good amount. He was absolutely sure his father couldn' t complain, let alone punish him. As they progressed. It started to rain very little. He says that they began to walk downhill taking care of where they were stepping so they wouldn ' t stumble, as they weren' t enough. My grandfather tells me that on some stage none of them were afraid. They were just talking. He remembers very well that they were laughing when they suddenly heard something strange. It was heard as if women were singing a song that they had never heard in their entire lives. It was a language they didn' t know.

7:42 He said something was being heard nearby, and of course everyone started to get scared. They began to rush through trying to get away from those voices. It seemed that they were doing everything the opposite, since at every step everything was heard more clearly and that I know that I know and r r or the realization that the truth was that, without wanting it, their path to walk was leading them no more or less than those women suddenly managed to see in the middle of the darkness a huge bonfire. They knew it was great because, even though they were several meters away, they could still see the fire sticking out even above the treetops. And not only that, but those songs were heard much louder and made them feel a lot of fear. At that time, he could no longer doubt that all those stories that the people of the village told were reality. He began to think that they could do since, as much as he wanted not to go through, they had to, because it was the only way to get there. Yes, there was a way to surround that place, but they would arrive practically in the morning in the village. Obviously, his parents would not only notice it, but also the rain also threatened to be much stronger. There were some lightnings in the sky. It was not at all safe to try to surround the hill in an attempt to reassure its brothers, who were very frightened. My grandfather

9:15 told them that he was fine and that they would walk normally. The moment they arrived near that place, everyone would be very quiet and in that way the witches would not see them. His brothers only nodded and continued to walk until the inevitable finally happened and came to that part where the bonfire was. He said that even the donkey seemed to be walking very carefully, almost as if it detected a strong danger right in front of him. My grandfather tells me that the moment they started passing right by that bonfire they could see seven women. They were all naked and danced to the mole around the bonfire.

10:01 My grandfather said it was very strange because they sometimes jumped into the fire through the fire without it hurting them. My grandfather told me that it was impossible, because it was not only that they were doing it too fast for the fire to burn them, but sometimes they deliberately put in a foot or hand for several minutes before taking it out and that they were not damaged. He said that by the light of the bonfire he could see that all of them were very beautiful and had very long and beautiful hair, but they still kept fearing for the simple fact that they were doing that in the middle of a hill for no apparent reason. The further it advanced, you could see that on the floor on which they were dancing was drawn a huge circle that seemed to have some kind of symbol inside of the material with which it was drawn.

11:03 Even though they stepped on it or danced to make such sudden movements, the pattern of the drawing on the ground did not spread and did not lose its shape either. My grandfather told me that at first his plan was working and that none of those women seemed to have noticed his presence, that they were only taking care of their affairs. When, suddenly, one of his brothers stumbled upon a stone falling on his knees on top of a branch burying it in the palm of his hand. His brother cried out for the heavy pain that it caused him, leaving them exposed. My grandfather says that he saw clearly how those women turned directly in his direction and saw that they were there. My grandfather tells how they didn' t want to waste time and started running down the hill with the intention of getting as far away from those women as possible. While they were running, they began to hear a laugh that only he can describe to this day as satanic, which not only mocked them, but at the same time they could hear clearly as they said, that they were going to catch them and hear how they were running after them.

12:20 Soon after, they stopped listening to the steps. They were still running and suddenly they saw something else. They began to see fireballs floating above the trees, which were heading towards them. My grandfather talked to me as they still kept running and that the donkey was in front of them and then, horrified they saw as one of those fireballs landed directly on the donkey, who began to shake, trying to get that fireball, which had already taken a form of woman, down from him. But before he could make it, that errant woman with an enormous force took the donkey' s head and turned it. They all heard how he creaked as he turned most of the way around and the donkey fell dead. In that instant. They kept running, they stopped chasing them, and when my grandfather left, he realized that his brother Manuel was gone. He says that when they arrived at his house they told his parents until they arrived and together with other friends of the town, they went up the hill to try to locate the child, but all they could find was that donkey with a broken neck, which gave a great truth to their story. But as much as they searched, they couldn' t find him. This story doesn' t end there. My grandfather says that, although this was a very hard blow for the whole family, little by little everyone started to come back to a routine. Some people who lived closer

13:54 to the hill of the Witch arrived quickly and told their mother that they had endorsed their son. They all went to see thinking that it would only be about the body, but Manuel was alive, he no longer seemed unable to speak himself, his eyes looked very dull and he was very thin. My grandfather told us that they took him home and tried to cure him. Of course, at the time there was no access to a hospital as such and, in fact, the first thing his mother did was to get him to clean up and cure him with fright, as he believed that was what he had. But the healer told him that the witches had taken his soul and that his child was no longer his, but only his body. At first, my grandfather' s mother didn' t believe him and still took him home, he couldn' t do anything on his own, he didn' t eat without help, he didn' t talk, he just spent it lying down. Finally, about two weeks after one morning arrived, there were no traces of him, which were leaving the property and seemed to be heading towards the hill of the Witch. But no one could confirm it, as the trail was lost shortly afterwards by the different people passing by. My grandfather says he doesn' t know what happened to his brother to date, but his whole life will feel very guilty. The new neighbor grew up in a

15:35 fairly marginalized colony in Neza city. The truth is, for anyone who knows anything about this place, he' ll know it' s not a safe place. My mom didn' t feel too sure we' d go out on the street without them. He usually kept us locked up in the house for long hours while they both went to work. Very rarely did we go out and when we did it it was just for a couple of hours with some kind of supervision. At the age of ten, we discovered that we could easily walk out the bathroom window. My brother and I were working out to go out and play in the afternoons and come back before my parents arrived. It was precisely on one of these occasions that we returned after playing near one of the vacant grounds that was just a few meters behind our house, we saw a person moving into the room, which was right next to our home. That man looked a little strange, He had a long scar, almost as if his face was cut in a vertical line and his eye seemed to have been affected by that wound. He had it in a gray color.

16:47 He was a big person, perhaps about fifty years old, dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of plain denim pants. We just surround it and follow our path and, as soon as it' s you, we go far enough. We both started saying how creepy that man, my brother, looked, who was two years older than me. He told me with the intention of scaring me that most likely in that big coffee suitcase that was coming down from his motorcycle, there were probably hundreds of corpses of children. I told him that couldn' t be, but he said yes, because he looked like a serial killer. At that moment. None of us thought beyond that. We just took it into play from the first night. We knew that something very strange could be happening at home, as while we were sleeping, we could feel some flashes. We thought it might well be from outside, since it wasn' t a quiet neighborhood at all. When we woke up, we realized that, in fact, they seemed to come from the other side of the wall as such old and careless constructions. It was not surprising that they had cracks through which the light that evidently came from the other house leaked. At first, both my brother and I thought it was

18:18 only about the light of some focus on the other side, but this was greener. In addition, it looked similar to lasers, not to mention that strange noises were also heard. It was like someone was breaking things and hitting the walls. It wasn' t like there was a fight, as there was no screaming as such. It just seemed like there was only one person in there, but it did seem like he was freaking out. After that, everything remained silent for about five minutes. Even for a moment we thought whatever it would have been was over. After the past, that time began to hear something else. They were like grunts of what I can only describe as a dog. But then his grunts began to mix at times. It looked like a bird that was about to attack and in others something similar to a pig. Neither of us could be sure what we were witnessing. But a couple of minutes later it was heard as the door in that room opened and then closed. We assumed it had gone out, as everything remained silent.

19:34 Again this seemed even more strange to us, as we had no windows to see. We just couldn' t see what was going on in that direction. But still, we were both very intrigued. The next morning we asked my parents if they had heard it, but they answered that it is not criss. We lived everything in luxury of detail and they mocked us a little bit by telling us that we had probably been dreaming and that that could not be real, since that room was too small for the lord to put animals in there and, for the most part, that we tried to explain to them about the lights or that it had really been heard how those grunts of animals ignored us. Then they just went to work leaving us alone.

20:30 After that, we both went out again and went to play football with some friends from the block. We told them what had happened to us and, of course, as children, they believed us almost immediately. Even one of them who lived only two houses ahead. He mentioned that he had seen him go in and out almost all day with rare herbs. On one of those occasions I had even seen him bring a rabbit even with his skin, but he was already dead. This made us think that he himself had killed him. I remember well that same day later, as my brother and I returned from football, we saw again that man coming down from his motorcycle and carrying in a basket a lot of herbs that looked very fresh as if he had gone to collect them from somewhere. On top of that, there was something very dark in a bottle. It also looked very thick. My brother and I were staring at the basket for a couple of seconds until that man told us what we were looking at and we were going home. Scared, we ran straight to our house and after entering the window, we stayed there.

21:48 That same night it was repeated about the night before. Exactly the same grunts of animals were heard in the same order. We were wondering if maybe I or I would be some kind of recording. We assumed it might well be some documentary or just animal videos and decided to ignore it. The next morning something else happened. Some neighbors began to say that they had seen something very strange in the vicinity of that neighborhood. Some said he was a werewolf, but many others claimed he was not, as he had a horn similar to that of a pig. At first, not many believed it. They thought it was just a rumor, but there was one person who claimed to have seen it. They said he was jumping through the roofs and a few started saying he was missing an eye. This led the neighbors to suspect the new member of our neighborhood. It fulfilled all the characteristics of what could be called a nahual. And the most important thing for the whole accusation on which most of the neighbors were based was that they didn' t have one of their eyes, just like the nahual that most people claimed to have seen. My brother' s group of friends and I started talking about the possibility of seeing what he had inside the room he was staying in. That way, we could know if she was a gual. At first they were just words about

23:23 a possibility or something that, deep down, we all knew we wouldn' t dare do, but from one moment to the next we were already making a plan to get in. I wasn' t very sure. Everyone in our group of friends was bigger than me. I was only ten years old and they were twelve. Besides, I knew that if for some reason I refused, I would just look like a coward and decided to totally agree with what they were planning. At first it consisted only of spying at the time he left and then trying to enter, but he made sure that he was well aware that any attempt was useless. We spent much of our time trying to find a way in or at least be able to see through one of the windows, until one day without planning it, we were presented with the opportunity. As we returned from football, we found something unusual. The man seemed very angry. Usually, you could see him arrive with his bike and then go into his room, but this time he was just standing there and his bike wasn' t upset about how he was. We all realized it was stolen. The truth is, in that place, they stole everything you could leave without protection. Everyone had to take responsibility for taking care of their things at all costs, as there was a special neighbor who deliberately stole anything

24:55 that he saw badly put in any house or on the street, all of whom we knew who he was, but no one dared to ask him for his things back, as he behaved very aggressively. On one occasion he had beaten someone who had tried to recover his son' s bicycle. Many times, if he had been sloppy enough to leave something unlocked or unguarded, then he could know that it was best to leave it that way, as he would not know it again and there was a high probability that that neighbor would be responsible. And, to be completely honest, everyone in the neighborhood knew that stealing that man' s bike was just a matter of time, since he never chained it or kept it in any way. It just left her parked right in front of her room, almost as an invitation to be robbed.

25:51 And it had finally happened. I remember well that man was very upset to the point that he didn' t even know a notifier. I remember clearly that he went into his house and came out a couple of seconds later with something in his arms that seemed to be a coat at first sight, but the more we saw him the more we realized that that wasn' t a coat. It seemed to be the skin of perhaps a jaguar. It looked very real. It didn' t look synthetic at all. Literally, it was as if they had skinned a jaguar. He had even his head and all that man, as I mentioned before, didn' t even turn to see us. He just ran away with that skin in his arms.

26:37 At first, none of us had much to think about. It was a strange situation, but that neighbor was already weird by himself. A few seconds later, Fernando, who was my brother' s best friend, noticed something and that man had left the door open. I was so focused on being curious that I forgot to close it. The door was still open. We all questioned for a moment whether the idea of entering was good or bad. I think that was the first time I felt so real. I remember well that I told my brother that I wasn' t entirely convinced to do something like that, but he was right away. He told me not to be a coward to come in, but I didn' t want to. Besides that, it was already getting dark. We had so much more light than half an hour and I knew my parents would be back soon. Going in would be silly, but everyone there started saying we wouldn' t have another chance to get into that place. I guess my brother saw that I was really scared because then he told me that I should be the one to watch that all I had to do was stay there and see any indication that that man was coming back. Then all I had to do was bar and everybody would get out of there. Very fast. At first, I liked this idea as I was afraid and besides, we were close enough to see if

28:10 my parents were already coming. I accepted They came in and I stayed out. It was only a couple of minutes before curiosity invaded me completely. Besides, I didn' t hear any of them make any noise. I thought what they found should be pretty good. I could no longer endure temptation and entered at first. The first thing that hit me when I came in was a rather peculiar smell, something like incense and herbs. The smell was so strong, I felt my eyes burn and my nose itch. Besides that, the place was darker than usual. While it was true that outside there was not much light in it, it looked too dark as if there were no windows. I looked around looking for my brother and his friends, but I couldn' t see them anywhere. I called them, but they didn' t answer me either. The place wasn' t too big. In fact, there was only a small corner that was slightly covered by a wall.

29:18 I figured that' s where they were, since there was nowhere else to hide. I began to walk there, but the moment I arrived I realized that, indeed, all of them were there, but they were all petrified by what was on the wall and the moment I turned I could see what they were seeing. On the wall I had skins that looked very strange. They were skins of different kinds of animals. It was like something very crafty that looked too strange and scary. The most abundant were the skins of dogs of different sizes. There were also some cats and a rabbit, but of the strangest ones there were that of a pig, a goat, a monkey and a long snake so large that it almost surrounded the entire frame of the wall. None of us could help but notice that there was a large space, which pointed out that a skin was missing. Besides that, we could notice that in the bar that was anchored to the wall, there were several very rare things, there was a book in a language that we didn' t know and there was also a lot of herbs and strange things in jars.

30:34 At that moment, none of us endured fear and we all ran away quickly. From there. As soon as we were gone, they all ran to their respective homes. Once my brother and I were in our own room, we had a scrambled stomach. We both knew we wanted to talk about it, but we didn' t even know how to start, because I had no idea what we had seen. I remember well that the next morning the two of us were still trying to assimilate what we had seen as we walked through the door. The first thing I saw was that that man' s bike was parked in the same place. A couple of hours later, another rumor began to spread among the neighbors, and that neighbor, who was a thief, had died or rather had been killed. Many of them said it was only a matter of time and that he had always been in bad steps. Most likely, he had bothered someone he shouldn' t have, but so everyone was quickly told he was killed by the Nahual because the wounds he had were not normal. Everyone said it looked like he had been attacked by a beast with sharp claws. One of our friends talked to his parents about what we saw and soon everything ran into the neighborhood. That man left without giving any explanation. In fact, no one saw him leave. It

32:06 just seemed that when everyone knew their secret, they moved away. I don ' t know where he might be now or if he' s still alive. All I know is that I' m more than convinced that man was a gual. The salt witch had begun to have a certain interest in everything related to witchcraft and spiritism, having a father very devoted to Catholicism. I could hardly practice it with a lot of freedom, but I managed. This particular hobby, not only made me isolate myself, but also attracted bullying.

32:50 While they only ignored me at school before, they were now messing directly with me, which made me increasingly unhappy with them. I remember well that on one occasion, during the break, I was reading a digital book of witchcraft when a boy approached me to mock me and emphasize how strange it was to be reading something like that. Normally I just kept quiet until they got bored and left me alone, but on this occasion I guess they reached my limit. I remember turning off my tablet, staring at it and telling it to be careful or that the salt witch would come for it. Of course, he didn' t believe me. In fact, he mocked me even more, but I didn' t back down if I' m completely honest.

33:42 I hadn' t even read the name of the salt witch anywhere. I just made it up at the time. I remember well that I told her that the Salt Witch could make her very bad luck and besides, she was on my side better to leave me alone that boy. His smile was erased. I always thought it was partly because my face was very serious, but I couldn' t say for sure. All I know is that after her smile was erased and even a couple of steps back, she looked at her friends and trying to look like a false trust, she just told me something like she was crazy and the truth went away. It' s just that at the time I was very happy because at least the rest of the day no one in the living room came back to me. But the next morning, when I went into the living room, I thought this whole salt witch thing was gonna play me against it. Some girls threw a box of empty juice at me and told me to ask the salt witch to save me.

34:49 I didn' t answer anything and went to my place thinking it had been so stupid to say all those things while I was blaming myself for that. That boy who had bothered me the day before entered the living room, his arm was broken and he also wore necklaces. He looked at me for a moment and then went to sit down the truth. I don' t know who started the rumor, whether it was the same boy or someone else in the group who had heard me talk about the salt witch I just know that by the same day, during the break, a large part of the boys were already aware that I had thrown a curse. The one who was injured now didn' t know exactly what happened to him. Apparently he was riding a bike with his cousin and they fell. While this is common among unwise youths, that boy only took it as a sign that the salt witch had made him unlucky. Although these rumors began to grow that day, many of them, for obvious reasons, doubted it, as it sounded quite impossible.

35:57 As the days passed, it seemed that this curse was only confirmed because the bad luck streak of that boy only seemed to have worsened. He was constantly hurt, among other things that you could only call bad luck. Honestly, this benefited me a lot, as he was the main person who gave me the most attacks and after it became known that he had apparently cursed him, bullying went down to practically zero. Of course I heard some whispers, but nothing I couldn' t handle. If I' m completely honest, I didn' t think anything that was happening to this boy was my fault.

36:42 Rather, I felt it was a funny coincidence from which I could take advantage of the time it lasted. Or at least it was until almost a month after this, that boy approached me and asked me for an apology telling me that I could no longer live and that, please, I told the Witch of Salt to leave him alone, because I felt that one day of these I would kill him. Even he claimed to see shadows in his house and had no doubt that it was the Salt Witch who waited patiently to stalk him and make him have the worst luck in the world. I know I should have stopped at the time and told her the truth, but the opportunity was too good not to take advantage of it. I felt powerful at the time.

37:35 It was almost as if I had the option that bullying not only slowed down completely, but I could also get revenge. At first, I thought of asking for money, perhaps a monthly fee, in exchange for the salt witch to leave him alone, for I assumed that if he thought he would leave him alone, then this streak of bad luck would gradually decrease, as at that point he was quite suggested. But after thinking about it for a few seconds, it occurred to me that I could scare them, I could try to take as many of my stalkers as I could and I could fake some kind of spiritist session so that everyone would be so scared that the idea of messing with me again would erect their skin very serious. I replied that if he wanted to get rid of the salt witch, I could help him, but he would have to ask him in person. The boy looked at me with some distrust and told me what he was talking about. I told him that he needed to buy a daughter and then I would help him engage in a conversation with the salt witch Al. Home, he refused. He told me he wasn' t going to buy anything. I just shrugged my shoulders and told her that I didn' t care, but that she took care of herself because the salt witch was only increasing her intensity and that if she believed that a broken arm was the worst thing that could happen to her,

39:09 then she was very naive. He left there. Later that day. He came back to tell me he was fine, that he would do it, and he asked me if I knew where I could buy the pot. I told him no, but on the Internet you could buy anything, and then I told him the more people there were the better, because their energy would help the salt witch get present. He said yes and about two weeks after that he went with me and confirmed to me that he already had the bank and that when we could do it. I told him I' d see him at ten o' clock at night in a house building, which wasn' t so far removed from my house. At first he refused and told me that his parents would not let him go so late. I' d go back to holding my shoulders and told him I couldn' t help him then. He told me he was fine and that he would go along that day. Different boys and girls came to me asking me about that spiritist session and I told everyone that they were more than welcome to witness it.

40:20 And it' s just that I already had it all planned out. I had managed to convince my two older brothers, who were already finishing high school by that time, but they agreed to help me after I mentioned to them that those boys bothered me. What we would do would be very simple. That construction was almost in black works, but in the room where we would be there was a door in the first place. During the spiritist session, they would both be responsible for making all kinds of sounds and things that would make it seem like we were in the presence of ghosts. And as soon as I said that the salt witch wanted to take that boy, then they would start shaking the handle dangerously. We were hoping that by this point everyone would have already run away from fear. But in the case that not one of my brothers had the idea to disguise a mannequin as a Witch so that whoever saw her would have no doubt that the salt witch was present. Everything was already planned. I really liked this whole plan. The idea of playing the huija didn' t excite me because I had read cases where things didn ' t go so well. But I had also read that if you didn ' t do it with any intention of summoning anyone and you knew it wasn ' t going to work, then probably nothing would happen. And the night

41:51 came when all this took place at first. When I arrived at the place, my brothers and I had become 40 minutes earlier. This with the sole intention that no one would see us and they could enter the construction before and begin to prepare everything. That' s how they did it. They both said goodbye to me and told me that as soon as it was over, I would wait for them because they wanted to come home with me, as it was a little late. I said yes, and they went as far as I knew they were going in the back of the house. I stayed at the entrance to wait for the others and when he gave the time and there was no one, I thought maybe they wouldn' t dare come.

42:39 A short time later came two who, although they were not that boy who was supposedly cursed by me, if they were two girls who had made some derogatory comments about my appearance. I thought he wouldn' t make it. Maybe I could still trick them into entering the s p NS fake session. A short time later more and more people were arriving and soon more than half of my living room. He was there with the exception of that boy. At first everyone said he probably wasn' t coming, as his parents hadn ' t given him permission. But just as it was five minutes to ten thirty, we saw him approaching. He looked quite nervous and had a black eye. I remember well that at that moment he looked at me and told me if I was sure that bad luck would finally go away. I replied that maybe yes, if the salt witch wanted to let go, but that was no longer up to me, only that I would do what was necessary right away. We went into the house. As we enter we all hear something that is not quite similar to footprints. Most of them got a little scared, but I knew it was my brothers. I just encouraged them to move on. I lit a few red candles and had us all sit in circles. I told this boy to sit in front of me and gave them

44:12 instructions to hold hands, and so the false session began. I placed my hands and his hands on the tip of the huija and started asking the salt witch' s entity to manifest itself before us or give us a sample at least that it was there. I remember I began to move it in a hidden way so it would seem that someone else was doing it and everyone else believed it completely, but I told them that under no circumstances should they let go of their hands, because then the spirit of the witch of Sal would stick to them. They held even stronger hands. By that time I wanted to make fun of myself, but I stood by and asked the salt witch a question again, telling her if she could show up among us. At that time, a small gravel stone went through the room. They were all very frightened and even seemed to be totally sorry that they had gone. They probably weren' t prepared to run into it real. But at that moment that boy looked at me and begged me to please ask him to leave him alone once and for all to what I told the Salt Witch if I could leave him alone at that moment, one of the cartons covering a large window of that construction was torn. Everyone shouted and the truth is that at that moment I was a little surprised, as I did not see the knife or

45:46 the material with which my brothers could have torn it. It was impossible that it would have broken only with the air, but the truth is that at that moment I was so excited about the results that I didn' t question. That again asked me that spirit of the Salt Witch if I could leave my friend alone, as I had avenged myself enough. Likewise, I told him to play once for himself and twice for no. It was then that the echo of two dry blows echoed throughout the house, which made everyone tremble. At that time, that boy became very pale, as clearly that was no. I was using all the willpower I had not to laugh at that moment, and that boy, in his despair, almost at the edge of tears, said something like, please forgive him and that he would never mess with me again, but that, please, he could no longer live like this. I think that at that moment I felt slightly ill towards him, as he really looked very desperate. I quickly came back to get on with the plan, as I just had to remember how bad it had been with me. Basically since I had entered high school, I followed the game and asked the salt witch what punishment she had to receive and we all looked at the board of the huija. Then I started forcing an answer to make it

47:19 look like I was writing. I wrote the phrase take it with me as soon as I said that, my brothers had to start shaking the door so as to scare everyone present. I think it took about five or ten seconds, which became a time lapse too big for me, as I thought they hadn' t listened to me and repeated it out loud again, I felt it would look too suspicious, but soon it was heard how they knocked on the door and at that time all the boys who were there turned over terrified and heard clearly as whatever was on you. I was trying to get out at all costs until, suddenly, the plate was defeated and it was heard as the door was beginning to open. At that time, all those who were there terrified of what they had been witnessing, did not endure anymore, got up and ran away, while I, already alone, couldn' t help but laugh because I had completely accomplished my task. I turned to the door, as I expected to see the mannequin that my brothers had adorned, but I didn' t see it In fact, there was nothing. I assumed that maybe something had happened to the mannequin and in the end they had decided not to use it, but I didn' t give it much importance.

48:45 I was already alone, because everyone had already run away. I just picked things up, including the daughter board that I thought might as well keep it, as I had always wanted a quiet walk out of the house. I didn' t expect to find my brothers, as I assumed it was more work to get in or out of the back. When I came out I saw them there they were both arguing and I saw they seemed relieved. I asked them what was going on and they told me that they had not been able to enter that area of the house, since someone had covered it up in such a way that it was impossible for them even though they tried.

49:30 After that, they smiled at me and told me that they had not been able to help me, but that apparently I had managed very well on my own. I told them it wasn' t like that and I explained to them everything that had happened I even told them to stop playing with me, as I was aware of everything we had witnessed and knew it had been them. But they said no again, and in fact, they were arguing because I thought I too had run away with the others so as not to raise suspicions. I was so incredulous that even they took me to the back to show me that you couldn' t get into that area. The door we were at was covered. We were so dismayed that we left there.

50:20 The plan worked. They never bothered me again, but I, to date, have no idea what happened. And it' s something that my brothers and I often talk about, because we don' t know if it' s really a spirit that helped me or whether it was just part of our hysteria. I always rule out the latter, as I saw clearly how that door opened, but I guess I' ll never get an answer. The nuhual of the prey. My name is Miguel and at the age of fifteen, my friends and I found what I am convinced to this day was the hiding place of a wal where I grew up along with my friends. There was a big problem related to a project that the governor introduced back then started building a dam. This happened even before my friends and I were born.

51:21 I' m not so aware of exactly what it was like, but what I do know is that they offered money to the people around them to leave so they could occupy that land for the big project. And many of those people said they were not willing to leave their homes, but from one moment to another, apparently, they did or at least they liked to believe most of the people around, because no one could ask them, since none was seen again. Thus, the most pessimistic and to a certain extent realistic claimed that they had disappeared, as it used to happen very often in the country and, therefore, from the very first moment that project of the dam was marked and there had always been a lot of rumors about that place. They used to say that I was cursed and that the souls of people who had lived in that place before were still wandering around, and there was something else that was also curious. They didn' t destroy the houses and when the dam water was very low, you could see the roofs. People who lived closer to the dam claimed that when this happened, they could hear crying from babies or children, playing with what I grew up the most in childhood was with stories of fear created around that prey. Some were quite fanciful. The truth is that I had my doubts about these stories, but when I was

52:52 older, the country went through one of its strongest droughts, which made the dam so empty that it looked like you could go down. There was even a sort of welded ladder to the wall wasn' t completely empty, but you could give yourself an idea that the water wouldn' t even reach your knees. It was then that rumors began to spread more widely, saying that people were heard more clearly than there were people there. I remember one time, while I was talking to my father about all these stories that were told, he replied that they were pure lies. Since none of that was real, I asked him what it was then that people heard like crying or screaming, to which my father replied that they were probably raccoons or sarihuellas who lived near that place and came to fight. He also told me that if people now listened to them more than ever it was because if this grunt and screams of map or sarihuellas was real. The fact that the dam was now almost empty generated quite a lot of echo, so it was heard much louder and more people heard it. He also told me that I was too smart to believe in those things and forget about it once and for all. I remember that at that age, being so influential, I began to act like an

54:24 intellectual, pretending that none of that seemed real to me and that anyone who shared it as a true fact was foolish. I proceeded to correct them until on one occasion my friend Julian, who lived next to the dam, was telling us how his brother had told him that he had several days watching him leave the dam. To someone he said that at first they had believed that he was a homeless person who was taking advantage of the scarcity of water to have a roof and to be inside one of the ruined houses, even if it were temporary. But the more the nights passed, the more they realized that this man was very strange. He also said that since that man had moved to the dam, the strangest noises were heard and that the night before he had seen that this man, after leaving the dam, stood for a few seconds and then ran off on all fours until he was lost in the dark. He said that his entire family was convinced that the man was a gual and that he now lived in the dam. The rest of my friends were impressed by the fantastic story Julian had just told us. I must admit that I was impressed, too, but at the time I tried to hide it and following my facade, I told him that was a lie. I remember well that at that time I told him that his brother, without a

55:55 doubt, must have seen bad that n and that of no RNS that could be real. I also told him that everything had a logical explanation and that if he really saw it as he claimed, then he was probably just a crazy bum and not a hua that wasn' t even real. I guess I didn' t say it the best way, as my friend Julián quickly got defensive and a discussion between the two began. While we were arguing. I was insisting that it was pure nonsense. That' s when he challenged me. He told me that if I was so sure that all that was a complete lie, then we would go at night to see those houses.

56:43 The truth is that at that moment I was very afraid, even though I seemed not to believe in any of that. Deep down, I did believe it and going down to the dam only made it more real to me. But in an attempt to try to keep my sceptical facade, I accepted and told him that there was no problem, that most likely we would only find ruins and that everything would be empty and wet. Julián' s brother said that most likely we would meet the Nahual cave at that time there were already cell phones, but they were not at all close to what they are today. They were only small rectangles with which you could light with your flashlight and the signal was terrible. My friend Miguel had one of these. He took it in the hope of recording the blissful Nahual or at least his dwelling.

57:37 The truth is that, while at first we all said that we would go in the night, in the end we were very afraid and invented a great series of excuses, which led us to go after school, when there was still light. We went and all the way I secretly prayed that the moment we approached the edge of the dam, some adult who was watching us would stop us and tell us to go home. But the truth is, none of that happened. I remember well that the descent was very difficult, because it was very inclined and it also felt wet, even though there was a lot of sun and we would believe that that would have dried up the stairs completely. But it seemed as if someone had used it recently, someone who would have been walking in the water, but none of us mattered. It was like we all started walking towards those houses weren' t as many in all there were five. I remember well that as we moved forward, we were saying what we knew about that place, like the government had sent the owners away. Even my friend Julian mentioned that his father had told him the reason they hadn' t demolished those houses. It was because they had made a pact with the devil so that they would not fall with the prey.

59:02 He mentioned that his father firmly believed that there were people still in the houses when the water arrived, so he would not be surprised to find the bodies. At the time we were in front of the first house. Their partitions were all worn out by the water and the windows were broken. The door was made of wood, but it was lying down. It looked all dark inside We walked in. We were quite surprised, because, although there was nothing shocking, if you could see that the people who had lived there had gone away very quickly, because there were still certain personal objects. There were some pictures with photographs of wardrobes some clothes and a bed. Of course it looked a bit wet, not much anymore because of the strong heat wave that we were going through at the time, but the mattress was still draining water and the wood of the closet was completely ruined. We opened some drawers, but they were mostly empty. Yeah, there were certain things, we even found some cans of groceries like peas or beans. There wasn' t much to see in that house. As soon as we get bored, we move on to the next one. The second entrance to the houses was a little more of the same. However, I think if any of you had any doubts that the people there were forced to leave or worse, here it became clearer. In this house there were three rooms and in one of them it

1:00:37 was closed, but the door, being wooden, was so soft that we did not need it. It was enough with several strong blows to open it. We realized that a child must have slept in that room. Not only was the bed small, but there were also many toys, toys that a child would have taken with him when he moved in. That gave us all a chill and none of us had to express anything, we turned around and got out of there. I think we were all very quiet on the way to the third house. No one seemed to care about the whole nahual theme or paranormal events. It was more to think about what they could have done to those people. As soon as we arrived at the third house, the subject of the nahual was retaken. We realized that, unlike the other houses where the windows were broken, in this third house someone had covered the windows with garbage bags and cartons. The door was gone, but someone had taken enough time to replace it with a curtain of cloth so that nothing could be seen. Inside the five of us looked at each other thinking that we had found the hiding place of said nahual. Without wasting time, my friend toured the curtain and what happened was something that I have not been able to erase from my memory until today. Inside, it sucked dead animals. It was

1:02:09 impossible for us that that smell had not arrived before, since the only thing that separated us from that smell was a curtain. I think I couldn' t take it anymore at the time, and I threw up. I think Luis was pretty soon, too. Miguel lit the flashlight on his phone, as the place was so dark that we couldn' t see anything inside him and as soon as he did, we all saw with horror. In the middle of what appeared to be the room of that house was the body of a dog, or rather, the skin was perfectly mounted on what seemed to be a kind of dog figure. Fact, wires, none of us could believe what he was seeing. I think even Julian mentioned that that was his costume I was just about to ask him what he meant by all that, when all of a sudden we all heard a noise. Thanks to the echo of the dam, we were all able to distinguish exactly that it was someone coming down the metal stairs. This scared us so much that we retreated.

1:03:17 Julian closed the curtain just as we had left it, and after that we left that place. We thought maybe if we hid in one of the other houses, we could wait there until whoever was with us now left to think that was the best option. We' ve all gone, we' re all trying to move forward in the hope of making almost no noise. It was almost impossible, as we heard thick and rough steps heading towards us. We rushed into one of the houses. When we were inside, we realized that there were more skins there, but not only that, but it also seemed to be the place where I threw the bodies. There were still enough in decomposition states. Soon we realized that those skins seemed to be the ones that didn' t serve them. I mean, they were broken. It was like they didn' t work, but they looked torn in a very rare way. Some were broken from the head, others from the legs or even from the torso. It was a very strange thing, but at the time we didn' t take much notice of it. All this that I am telling you is rather something that I have noticed every time I remember, because at that moment the only thing that provoked us was a lot of disgust and fear. We couldn' t stand it there and went out as soon as we were out, we saw that man was already there. He was

1:04:49 very surprised to see us. We were really scared because he wasn' t any homeless people we' d seen in the vicinity. It was a small place. We knew the local bums. This was a very long- haired man, who tied himself with a braid. He was wearing a very long shirt. We were all about to run when that man cried with an authoritarian tone that we should not move. But obviously we didn' t listen and we heard how he screamed that if we told someone what we found here, he' d look for us and take our skins off. We keep running until we get out of the dam. I remember nobody wanted to talk about it. We were all very afraid of the man. That' s why we didn' t say anything about what happened. Stories written and adapted by Lisa Hernández