El Demonio Lo Quiere Ahogar En El Estanque Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The singing frog. This is a story that happened to me when my son was barely seven years old. Back then, my son and I moved a lot. I had become pregnant at the age of sixteen and having no support from my family or my son' s father, we were always bankrupt and I was always looking for different jobs to support us. Me and my little one. It was in one of these untiring quests for a job that I could afford to pay enough that I ran into Mrs Magdalena. She was a seventy- six- year- old woman who needed help cleaning her house and watering her plants every day, as the previous person had left her work overnight.

0:54 Voted at first, I didn' t like the idea, as it seemed to cover many hours and but I thought it didn' t pay well. But I did. And what ended up convincing me was that Doña Magdalena told me that at the bottom of her garden there were some rooms that my son and I could use to live. This offer was too tempting, since the most expensive thing to survive is undoubtedly the rent and if I just had to worry about food, it would be to take a great deal of weight off my burden. After some thought I decided to accept it and immediately, when I arrived at that house, I knew that I had made the right decision, or at least I thought so. At that time, that woman lived in a mansion and her garden was extremely large with plants of different kinds and in the middle of it a very large pond, which also looked very deep. The water was a little cloudy and dark so much that you couldn ' t see the bottom. But that didn' t bother me. When the lady showed me the so- called rooms that were in the background, I realized that the only reason she called them that was because their house was three times bigger, but they were not rooms. It was a small house with two bedrooms, dining room and a bathroom. Neither of us had ever lived in such a big house. I remember that lady told me to feel free to decorate as I wanted, since she had not had time to do

2:27 anything in those small rooms. After that he gave me several instructions on how to care there, as he had many plants of different species and some required more attention than others. I accepted everything he was asking me to and he told me that I could settle down well and that I would start working from the next day. First thing in the morning, I said yes, and I went back to that house with my son. My son was very happy, as he had never lived in a house like that and had not had access to such a large courtyard immediately. And even though that lady hadn' t told me anything about my son being unable to play, I made several rules for him. The first was that, although I could play in the vicinity, I had to be very careful with each of the plants, since they had hired me to take care of them and if they were damaged or, in the worst case, they died, then they would fire me.

3:30 I also told him that, under no circumstances did I want to see him playing near that pond that was in the middle of the garden, as it looked too deep and could easily drown in it. Later that day, while I was in the kitchen unpacking our scarce belongings, my son was deciding which of the two rooms he wanted, until suddenly he ran towards me waving a big frog teddy about seventy centimeters. That thing was almost on the subway. It was pretty ugly. In my opinion, it looked a bit worn out by time. It was one of those frog stuffed animals that had very long arms and legs, it looked handmade, with some green towel and rags inside.

4:15 His eyes looked very strange because he had been sewn up by strange red buttons that didn' t finish convincing me. Besides, it looked all dusty and had some dirt stains on it. I told my son to leave him there, that we didn' t know who he was and that he also looked disgusting, but he told me he was the prettiest frog I' d ever seen and begged me to let him stay with her. I told her that maybe it wouldn' t be right because that teddy definitely belonged to Doña Magdalena and we' d have to give it back to her at the time. He got very sad, but he seemed to understand. That night we left him in the living room and I told him I' d return him the next morning. The truth. My idea was to throw it away, since I didn' t finish giving that doll a good spin. But when it dawned and my son got ready for school, he told me he wanted to give it to him. At first I hesitated as I was convinced that Doña Magdalena was not interested in the doll and that it probably wasn' t even hers. There was a high probability that I would tell him I could keep it, but my son insisted so much that in the end I had no excuse to deny him wanting to do it on his own. For my bad luck, exactly what I feared happened. When we ran into Doña Magdalena before leaving the house, he handed her the frog and told her that he

5:48 had found her, but that I had told her that she probably belonged to her. Doña Magdalena looked for a few seconds and then said that it was not hers and that it most likely belonged to the Lord' s son who used to help her with the garden. My son asked him if he could stay with her. Doña Magdalena was surprised that a child wanted a doll that seemed to be about to unravel on its own, but she only shrugged her shoulders and told her that if she wanted to keep it, she was free to do so. My son leapt with joy with the doll in his hand and then left him sitting on a gas tank, telling me that when I returned from school, then I would take him to his room. I told him it was okay and we went deep down. I didn' t like the idea too much. I remember well that when I came back, the idea around my mind was that I had to throw that doll in the washing machine so that all the germs that I could have would come out of it.

6:58 As I walked into the house with the doll in my hand, I began to feel a little strange as I passed through that pond I felt like something was looking at me. At first I attributed it to paranoia, but I couldn' t get rid of that feeling. I quickly turned around to see what it was about. I didn' t see anything, but I noticed something. It was as if something had dived into the water the instant I looked. I think I stared at that pond for a few minutes hoping to see what it was about. But after the little bubble, nothing happened.

7:38 I had no choice but to follow my path. While watering the plants and Doña Magdalena went to check that she was doing it. Well, I told him what I thought I saw in his pond. She looked at me for a few seconds to see if I would say anything else, but in not doing so, she finally smiled and told me not to be naive, that it was only the frogs that lived in the pond and that sometimes you could see them jumping between the lilies directly into the water. At the time I felt like a fool. I told him the truth is I didn' t know there were those frogs. She left letting me finish my job as soon as my son came from school, her acclaimed Peluche was already drying up in the sun. He was very happy to be able to keep it.

8:30 And the truth was that at the time I thought maybe I was overreacting. That same day, in the afternoon, while we were eating, my son was pulling that Peluche frog everywhere and had even named it René It was logical that he would put that frog in that way. And as soon as he finished eating, he told me if I could go play in the garden, I said yes. I sat on the couch and I and half set out to watch TV from one moment to the next. I fell deeply asleep and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I had already darkened. But that' s not what worried me, but when I called my son I realized that I wasn' t scared yet. I went out very quickly and started looking around, but as much as I called him he didn' t respond, he was already freaking me out, believing that maybe he had fallen into the pond when suddenly I saw him actually was in the pond, despite what we had talked about, this was not a normal behavior in him.

9:39 My son was very obedient and usually understood the consequences of his actions. A little annoying I approached the pond where he was holding that stuffed frog so that both looked straight into the water. When I arrived, he seemed scared, as, evidently he knew you shouldn' t be there. I asked him for explanations and told him that I had told him not to go near the pond, but he almost immediately told me that the singing frog had told him that he had nothing to fear and that he could not drown because in case she fell, he would take him out. I didn' t even pay much attention to what my son was telling me. I just took him back home to make him understand how serious it would be to approach that deep unsupervised pond as soon as I calmed down having already sent him to his room.

10:37 That explanation resonated in my mind. It was very rare that the singing frog had said such a thing to him, especially because his teddy wasn' t even called that as much as I thought about it. I couldn' t find an explanation on that occasion. I decided to ask my son more calmly. The next day, as soon as breakfast was served, I asked him again about why he had decided to go to that pond without my permission, he tried to explain it to me again. He told me he didn' t want to at first, but while he was playing about five meters from that pond he heard a voice calling him, he told me it was a frog that spoke and told him it was called the singing frog. Then he also told him to go to the pond my son, at first he refused and told him that I did not give him permission because he could fall and drown, but that frog told him that would not happen to him, since if he fell she would take him out. And so it was, as I had convinced him to go to that place. He also began to tell me a series of meaningless things, like that the singing frog did all kinds of funny tricks and that it also looked a lot like his teddy, who also had red eyes and his legs were very long. The truth is, at the time I thought my son was lying to me. I think any

12:11 mother or father in my place would know right away that it was a lie. He had probably only been curious to go snooping in the pond and then, when he was in trouble, he had invented such a story to get rid of them. After leaving him at school, the idea that he might have been some kind of imaginary friend came to my mind. It made a lot of sense, because in these cases, children come to believe so much this whole fantasy that for them it' s not like a lie, it ' s just like hiding a story. I thought this might be one of these occasions. This explanation had a flaw because my child was seven years old and at that age it is not normal for them to have imaginary friends, because, according to something I had read in some magazine some time ago.

13:05 It was very difficult for a child at the age of seven not to know how to distinguish between fantasy and reality, and therefore it was even more difficult for them to continue to have imaginary friends. I also had their exceptions, and one of these was that my son spent much of his time only after school. Of course I blamed myself for this, thinking that maybe my son was starting to make things up because I couldn' t live with children his age any longer, and when I went to pick him up that day after school, I asked one of my son' s friends' mom if she would have any trouble letting her son come to our house after school two or three times a week for my son to play with in the afternoon. At first, this did not convince her at all, because even though our children were good friends and we had a rather cordial relationship, the truth is that we didn' t know each other very well, so she suggested that my son could go home after school for a couple of hours and I didn' t love the idea either. I figured I couldn' t expect confidence from her if I didn' t give it to her. I accepted and from that day on I went twice a week to live with his friend at home.

14:28 I thought this would be more than enough to stop you from talking about this song frog issue. The truth is, it wasn' t like that. I remember well that on one occasion, when I went into his room to sort it out a little bit I found that he had many drawings of the singing frog and that is that the more I saw it stranger, it was with very long arms and legs, it was not in zancadillas as normally a frog would be. I didn' t give it much importance at the time, as children don' t usually draw very accurately the dimensions of things. And it was not only about the drawings, but also my son kept talking to me about the singing frog. I used to say that, since he didn' t go to the pond anymore, the singing frog would go to his window and croak all night. I even remember one day he told me that the singing frog had not let him sleep because all night he had been croaking in his window. He also asked me if I hadn' t heard it, but I said no, because that was true. I had a very light sleep and yet. I' ve never heard a single croak of frogs. Of course I' d seen some in the pond, but I' d never seen them get too far away from there. That was like their habitat and even though I was walking all over the garden watering plants and making sure they all had what they needed, I had never seen a

15:58 frog wandering alone out there, without thinking twice I left what I was doing and ran out in search of my son and his friend, leading me only by the screams, which were leading me directly to that gigantic pond the closer I came. I realized that my son' s friend was drowning while my son was desperately looking for something to try to get him out. I was looking for a branch or something to help him. As soon as I was there, I didn' t hesitate a moment to jump to try to get the child out of the pond when I tried to climb the child a little to the surface, as I was swallowing a lot of water. I noticed it didn' t go up and I thought it was stuck with some branches.

16:47 When I looked down, everything looked black. I could not distinguish anything and, in a desperate attempt, I started kicking, so that that way, if he had adored himself with something like a branch, it would break. I felt like I kicked something. This felt as if he was kicking something alive, but as soon as I kicked him it was as if he had responded, as if it had hurt him so much that he immediately let go. At the same time, I also felt as if that same thing had scratched me. I managed to get us both out. The boy threw up a lot of green algae, which really disgusted me, but I still helped him get back on his feet. Then we took him to the house, asked them what had happened to them that child looked directly at my son and without wasting time, this time I asked my son directly what had happened and why his friend had fallen into the pond when I had clearly told them that they could not play there, my son replied that he wanted me to meet the singing frog, but that she had liked him very well and that was why I had not helped him to get out of there. Already a little tired about this whole thing, I told my son not to lie and to tell me once and for all what had happened and wanted the truth.

18:15 No weird tales of no singing frog. My son told me that was the truth and that his friend had told him that he was very ugly and that was why he was angry. I tried everything, but I couldn' t get him out of that weird version that the singing frog had tried to drown his friend. I had to face the mother of that child, who was reasonably upset about what had happened to her. I remember well that as soon as he took it, I told my son that, thanks to being irresponsible and not listening to his friend, they would no longer allow him to go play with him again. My son said he didn' t care, because if the singing frog didn' t like him, then neither did he.

19:02 I told him to stop telling lies, but he insisted that that was not a lie and that the singing frog did exist frustrated by not being able to get him out of that idea. I just told him to go to his room. I too had had a long day and I just wanted it to end. I remember well that as soon as my son left and I started to pick up the room a little bit, I felt a strong burning in my leg and that' s when I remembered that I had felt it. When whatever I kicked had scratched me. I checked my leg and actually had a tear. It was like four claws embedded in my leg and pulled it.

19:45 They looked a little thin. They weren' t that thick either, but they were deep. My foot was bleeding and because of all the commotion of the moment I hadn' t noticed. It looked so strange that it was hard for me to believe that some branch had caused me. That treated my wound a little bit and I went to sleep. While I was trying, I was already getting deep asleep. I began to feel a lot of burning in my leg. It also felt like somehow it burned. My leg ended up rubbing the sheets and the pain I finished getting up. I was just going into me and looking for the switch to turn on the light and check my wound, when I suddenly realized that I was listening to the croaking of a frog, and not only that, but I was also feeling that someone was seeing me. I turned to the window and saw as if something were moving away from the window. It was as if I had been there, but the moment I turned around he had hidden himself. First I thought it might well be a frog After all, Doña Magdana had told me that there were frogs there and as I had heard, the croar of one was perhaps in my window and as soon as I had made a sudden move to turn the animal, he had been scared and jumped, and that had caused such an effect that by the darkness I believed that he had hidden himself.

21:21 I wanted to convince myself of that at all costs and I didn' t even dare look out to see if that frog was still there. But what I did see at the time was that my wound was getting really bad. She was all swollen and seemed to have the first signs of infection. I figured that made a lot of sense, since the water in the pond didn ' t look so hygienic, having had an open wound in there Who knows what bacteria could have gotten into me. I thought that, as soon as I left my son at school the next day, I would go to a doctor to check if he was dangerous or should just wait for him to heal alone, because the truth was that at that time I was hurting a lot and I was also burning up and it didn' t matter what I did.

22:11 I couldn' t calm these symptoms and when it finally dawned, I had a fever. The wound was getting infected with a rapidity that was impossible. It looked like she was already starting to get pus out of her and she was having a really bad smell. I was not even able to support her well, so I had no choice but to tell my son that I would miss school that day and take a taxi to the doctor to evaluate the wound. And it is that, as soon as I discovered my leg, the doctor made a grin of disgust, both because of the state of it and because of the unpleasant smell emanating from it. He looked a little upset and asked me why I had let her go up to that point and why I had not gone to attend before. It didn' t matter how many times I told her that I had done it the previous afternoon and that I didn' t think it was such a serious thing. He didn' t believe me. After making a healing on the wound, he asked me intrigued how I had done it. I replied that I was not entirely sure and told him the whole history of the pond he told me that they were probably some branches. He also mentioned that very accurate cuts were seen almost as if it were a leg with very thin claws. After that he prescribed some antibiotics and sent me home. I remember when I got there what, first I saw was Mrs Magdalena, watering herself to the plants. I almost immediately worried

23:45 and told her I was fine, that I only needed a couple of minutes and that I could do the job, but she told me that nothing would happen if I did. On that occasion he looked rather concerned about my health and told me that later he would bring me a ointment that had turned out very good for the wounds. It occurred to me to ask her if she knew why the previous person who cared for her garden was gone. She told me no, that one day that person grabbed all her stuff and left that she even looked like she had waited for her not to leave without giving her any explanation. He showed something annoying about this fact and told me that people didn' t like it when they left without giving a good reason or at least without giving him enough time to get someone else. After that, I told him I' d go see my son and take some medicine that the doctor prescribed for me. She told me to take all day to rest my leg. I agreed and left when I was only a few feet away from my home. I heard someone running through the leaves. He was walking away and seemed to be heading for the pond at first I thought it was my son and I was about to go look for him to tell him that I had already told him a million times not to come near that place. As soon as I turned around to go in the direction of the pond something caught

25:18 my attention was the voice of my son who was calling me from the door frame of our house, wondering what he was doing, I looked at both places without being able to explain what I had heard, since in that house no one could run at that speed. I was alone with my leg hurt, Dona Magdalena, who, because of her advanced age, could no longer run, and my son asked her if she had seen anyone else with him. My son replied that yes, that the singing frog had gone to see how I was at the time I didn' t feel like arguing. I told her the lime was fine and she sings it towards the house. As soon as I was on the porch, I realized that at the entrance there were footprints that looked the same as those of a frog, even though they were already drying out because of the heat it was making. I looked at my son and asked him whose they were. He told me they were from the singing frog and that she had told him that I was coming. The best thing was to get out of there and that' s why he ran away. I told him not to lie and that if he had made that footprint to make me believe that the frog was real, he could tell me that there was nothing wrong with having imagination, but my son assured me that the frog was not imaginary and that he had been there with him all afternoon I remember going into the house and saw a trail of water like footsteps.

26:49 This time they no longer had the shape of a frog' s leg. It was more like someone walked in wet shoes. I looked at my son, but his feet were dry. I told him not to play with the water and he replied that he had not been, but that the singing frog needed to be always wet. It had wet a little while I had been there. I told him not to lie to me anymore and never to mention the singing frog again, because that was a lie and he was better off forgetting that game at once or punishing him for the rest of the day.

27:30 My son was very quiet and by the time the night arrived I was quite tired, as I had not been able to sleep much the day before because of the severe pain in my leg. I fell asleep very fast between dreams. I heard a window open and I also heard my son' s voice. The more I woke up, the more I realized that it was not the product of my dreams, but that my son was talking to someone. The rooms were stuck, one with the other. I could hear it. He said things like I didn' t want to, that they were friends and that maybe if I let her see her, then I wouldn' t oppose her friendship. At first I didn' t know how to interpret this.

28:18 Moments later I heard something that smelled my blood. A voice replied to my son that I would not understand. It was a very strange voice, as if something was trying to talk at the same time as vomiting and at that moment I opened my window and pulled out my head to see what was going on. And that' s when I saw her was a frog, but very big, maybe about a meter. He had bright red eyes. He looked at me and then ran, losing himself in the vegetation. I was so horrified that I ran to my son' s room and closed everything very well. My son was trying to explain to me that I was totally harmless. I told him that none of that could be good and that the next day we would leave. From there first thing in the morning. I spent the rest of the night packing all our stuff and making some calls and as soon as the first rays of the sun came out, I went to look for Doña Magdalena and told her what she had seen at the beginning she tried to dismiss my story by saying that maybe it had been a very vivid dream and that it could not be real. But I told him that I was not dreaming, that my son had been seeing her and that that thing had been very interested in him and that I was not willing to put him in danger. Longer I left there. We never got back to today.

29:45 My son is a teenager and he doesn' t remember much of that span of his life. Just remember that we live in that place, but it doesn' t remember a frog at all. I don' t know what it was or if Doñana Magdalena did know about it and just tried to pretend she didn' t or if that thing had good intentions or bad intentions. The truth is, I don' t want to know a reflection. My name is Augustine and today I would love to tell something that, although it is not my story, if it happened to someone I admire and respect, which is my grandfather. Since I was a child, I was aware that my grandfather had and hisoptrophobia. This phobia basically consists of being afraid of mirrors more specifically to reflect yourself in one of them. From what I' ve read about this phobia is that, they' re usually afraid of mirrors that are something big where the whole body is reflected or have a considerable size.

30:57 But my grandfather' s phobia was going a lot further, and it' s that no matter the size of the mirror, however small it is or large. He feared them all equally you could almost always see the mess because he didn' t notice how he was. And the few times he came to reflect in the mirrors was because he was accompanied by someone else as a child. I saw it as normal, especially because I grew up under his roof. In our house there were only two mirrors and he had very specific rules concerning these two mirrors. The first was that both should be covered if it was not absolutely necessary and besides that, no one could be reflected in one of those, if there were not more than two people in the nursery.

31:47 I didn' t have any trouble following these rules and they didn' t bother me. When I became a teenager, all this changed and in one of these many changes of age, I got quite stuck with this rebellion to see how far this phobia of my grandfather could go, as at that age I was foolish and believed that perhaps my grandfather just wanted to draw attention or put some silly rules for the simple fact of being able to do so. I remember that on one occasion, while I was in the bathroom, which had a small mirror that was always covered, I took the blanket off of him I had reflected for a while and then I left without covering it again. My grandfather didn' t tell me anything because he hadn' t noticed, but a couple of minutes later he went into the bathroom and yelled loudly and the next thing I heard was how that mirror broke into a thousand pieces. My grandfather had gone into such a panic when he was unannouncedly reflected in a mirror that he punched him. My grandmother quickly ran to help him and, obviously, the claims fell on me immediately. My grandfather had a bleeding hand and repeated to me over and over again why he had removed the blanket from the mirror. The truth is that at that moment I wanted to play even more alive and I told him it was because I became silly.

33:16 I told him nothing was going to happen if we left the mirrors uncovered. For once, my grandfather, only with a gloomy voice told me that I didn' t know what reflexes were capable of. At that moment I couldn ' t hold back the laughter and I replied that the reflexes were just that and that they couldn' t get to do anything my grandmother tried to signal me with her hand, trying to tell me not to tell her that, but I didn' t listen to her and kept making fun of me until my grandfather finally told me that maybe I was old enough to know why he ' s never willing to reflect in a mirror or mirror. Being alone.

34:00 When he was just a child, he experienced something very traumatic. He told me he was about eight at the time. His best friend was Gustavo and people used to say that together they were unstoppable. They both wanted each other as if they were brothers, maybe even a little more. On one occasion, Gustavo arrived with my grandfather and told him that his brother, along with his friends, had made a very interesting game. My curious grandfather asked him what kind of game he was, to which Gustavo replied that it was the reflex game. I really don' t know if this is something popular personally.

34:44 I' d never heard it before my grandfather told me. He said you just had to wait until it was dark to be in a dark room, light a candle and stare at your face in a mirror. He said that after a few minutes, your face would begin to change and that that was the true appearance of your soul at the time. My grandfather didn' t believe him. He told him that his brother had probably invented that game to bother him, since he used to do that kind of thing, but Gustavo insisted. He said that they had not let him play, that they had told him that he was too small, but that they had been playing and that everything seemed to indicate that it did work, as everyone had assured that they had seen how his face was different. Curious decided they would.

35:39 They came up with it. It was waiting for it to darken around eight o' clock at night and with a piece of mirror, do it anywhere nearby so that after finishing playing, everyone would go home. My grandfather told me that he was the first to try, that they sat under a mesquite when it had already darkened. They lit the candlelight and looked into the mirror. He said it was five minutes later, ten minutes until the candle wax fell into his hands and interrupted him. He hadn' t seen anything different on his face. He let Gustavo know that was a lie, but still.

36:21 Gustavo wanted to try, but as much as he tried, he didn ' t get anything. My grandfather told him that he was fine and that his brother and friends probably wanted to trick him with that game. They both said goodbye and each went home. The next morning, when my grandfather finished doing all his homework, he went to see his friend. This one was a little excited and told him that he had tried and that it had already come out at the beginning. My grandfather did not believe him, but his friend insisted and told him that his reflection had winked at him of course that my grandfather told him to stop inventing things, but his friend told him it was true. After that, he invited him home to see him, as he told him that his reflection now seemed to have a life of its own.

37:15 My grandfather, curiously, went to that boy' s house to see what he was talking about. At first, my grandfather told him that he believed that the rules of the game meant that they had to do it at night, but his friend told him that since it had worked, it seemed that it no longer mattered. His friend just stood in front of the mirror, didn' t even light a candle or anything. At first, my grandfather told me he didn' t notice anything strange. It was really his reflection, blinking. At the same time he made the small involuntary movements that his friend made and in general, it was like any reflection. Even at some point, after about five minutes, my grandfather was going to tell her that they' d better do something else, as she was already getting bored until suddenly she saw the reflection smiling, but her friend didn' t.

38:15 At that time, my grandfather' s friend turned his head surprised and asked him if he was seeing that too. My grandfather was shocked at the time because, even though his friend was turning in his direction, his reflection was still intact in the mirror just standing there smiling, says my grandfather who knew that smile was not exactly friendly. He said he could notice that he had some malice traits in her that didn' t finish convincing him, but his friend was so excited that he didn' t know how to tell him what he felt about it. On the one hand, all this scared him and, on the other, the person he trusted the most in the whole world, acted as if it were the safest thing in the world and told him to approach and to check, if his reflection could also do the same.

39:09 But my grandfather wasn' t sure he wanted to do something like that. He refused, telling him that his father had told him to go home early because he needed me to help him repair a wheelbarrow and with that excuse he left his friend' s house. My grandfather thought that maybe it was just a phase and that his friend would soon forget that. Or perhaps his reflection would return to normal and by then his friend would have lost all interest. But that didn' t happen. With the passing of days everything got worse. His friend started talking to himself, whenever he had a mirror in front of him. He was, he was staring at him for a while.

39:52 Then he smiled because, according to him, the reflection was speaking to him. This began to bring jokes with the other kids out there because they said he was crazy personally. My grandfather did not believe the latter, as he had witnessed it with his own eyes. But he still didn' t see right that he was so involved with that thing, as something in him told him that it wasn' t exactly his reflection. Even my grandfather tried to express this concern to his friend telling him that he felt very strange vibes when his reflection changed, that he did not feel it was a good thing, but his friend seemed to be offended. He told him not to say those things because the way he reflected in the mirror was something like the true form of his soul and that if he didn' t like it, then he had something against him. My grandfather tried to reassure him by telling him that he didn' t have to get defensive, that he was just telling him what he was laughing at, and he could also notice that he had changed a little bit since the whole reflex thing. They weren' t big things, he was just too obnoxiously distracted and it seemed that life mattered very little and he just focused on seeing himself in the mirror a lot, to which his friend told him it was because the feeling was great, but that he

41:22 didn' t know it because he didn' t dare to see what his soul would really be like. And that was because he was a coward, to which my grandfather replied that that was not true and that he would dare, but that it was just that he didn' t give him a good thorn all that, but his friend insisted, telling him that it would be fabulous and at first it was a little scary, then it was quite normal and in the end he ended up insisting so much that my grandfather agreed. They went to his house and Gustavo reflected himself. He waited about five minutes and after that, his friend' s reflection winked at him, understanding that he could now move alone. After that, his friend insisted that my grandfather approach him and his reflection seemed to obey him in every respect, but my grandfather says that at the time his reflection was also in the mirror that thing stared at him almost as if he didn' t like him being there.

42:27 My grandfather told me that several minutes passed without anything different happening and relieved he thought it wasn' t going to work. When he suddenly saw how his reflection smiled, he told me that at first it was a very light smile. If I wasn' t paying full attention to him, I would have totally overlooked him. He says he then blinked at him and at that time my grandfather jumped back from the impression was like having a double in front of him. But his friend Gustavo grew happy. He told her it was the best thing that could have happened to them and even told her that he did try it in his own house. Little by little I could talk to him, just as he did with his own reflection. My grandfather told me that he was very afraid. He told his friend that he was not interested in talking to his reflection and that he had to leave. He just turned around and left for the rest of the afternoon. Everything seemed to pass fairly normally, without any incident. He said that the next morning, while he was combing and looking towards the mirror, he suddenly felt that the reflection changed and that he was now staring at him. My grandfather got scared and backed back.

43:47 He says that while he was doing so, he could see how his reflection sketched a big smile. He yelled at his mother to see what was going on, but my grandfather says that as soon as she arrived, her reflection was behaving in a normal way. There was nothing strange and it seemed that he had imagined everything, but my grandfather knew it was not so. In an attempt to understand what was going on, he said he pretended he wanted to confess to go talk directly to the father of his church. He said that once there he asked the father if the mirrors could be evil, to which the father, trying to contain a laugh and also with some skepticism, told him no, that the objects as such were not evil, but that sometimes people used them for evil. My grandfather was already a little upset and not knowing how to go over the matter, he told him that he believed the reflexes were evil. He talked to him briefly and also somewhat vaguely how Gustavo and he had heard about the reflex game and then, as Gustavo had seen his reflex move and had encouraged him to do so as well.

45:06 And with this I expected the father not only to believe him, but also to do something about it. What happened was the opposite. The father bothered to tell him that it was not funny to waste his time on a man of God and that if he wanted to deceive someone, he would play with his friends. My grandfather tried to convince him that nothing he was telling him was a lie and that he needed his help because he was desperate, but the father wouldn' t listen anymore. He held onto the idea that my grandfather was lying to him. He told her if she kept that up, then she' d tell her parents. My grandfather had no choice but to leave the confessional and return home. He told me that was when his phobia of mirrors began, but that was not exactly because of fear of a mirror, but of reflection. He could not look more than five minutes before his reflection seemed to take on his own life and also seemed to be trying to communicate with him. He talked a lot about it with Gustavo and told him that he no longer wanted that, that he wanted his reflection to obey him again and also asked him if there was a way to remove it, but Gustavo always told him that he did not know it and honestly did not understand why so much problem that if he just gave his reflection the opportunity to communicate

46:37 with him, then he would see that this was not bad at all and that they knew things. My grandfather asked him what kind of things a reflection might know, to which Gustavo replied that he knew about the future and also secret about the people he could spy as long as there was a mirror nearby. My grandfather asked him exactly what he meant by that thing seeing the future, to which Gustavo told him he had told him that when he was big he told him that he would have a big house, wife and children. Exactly. He had told her how many children and whether they were boys or girls. My grandfather says that this joy on Gustavo' s part faded more or less. A week after this conversation, he was very obnoxious and pale.

47:27 My grandfather thought to ask him why he was like that and Gustavo replied that he believed that his reflection wanted to take him away. He told him that he had been having horrible dreams that some sort of invisible force would pull him while he was sleeping and whenever he woke up in the middle of the morning, he could see that his reflection was standing there in the mirror and looking at him. My grandfather says that this was getting worse as the days passed and that even in his despair, Gustavo was talking to the Father of the Church to receive some advice from him. But the father did exactly what he had done to my grandfather. He told her he wouldn' t tolerate that kind of joke, completely ignoring what that kid had to tell him.

48:16 My grandfather told me that one day finally, Gustavo disappeared. Nobody knew what happened. His mother claimed that he had only gone to sleep and had not dawned. It was as if the earth had swallowed it. Nobody heard the door open. It would be impossible for anyone to get in or out. They searched for him for a long time, but they never found him. My grandfather was always sure that it was the reflection of that mirror that had taken him away. My grandfather says that he was cursed since then and that was the reason why he couldn' t see himself so much in a mirror, because if he did his reflection he would smile and let him know that he could have the same fate as Gustavo the one- eyed. My name is Fernanda and this is something that happened to me. Three years ago, I lived in Toronto, Canada, and then I was studying at the University.

49:23 The truth was that I needed to find a job that had flexible schedules so I could continue my studies more or less comfortably. The opportunity to work occasionally as a babysitter gave me the perfect solution. One time, a lady from the same building knocked on my door. She lived two floors down and had seen her sometimes. We had never really had a real conversation, but she told me that one of the neighbors on the same floor, whom she had looked after her children for a couple of nights, had told her that I work bar as a nanny and was quite interested in hiring my services.

50:04 I said yes, and I also asked him what hours. She would like me to go home to see if she had that schedule available, but she told me that if there was no chance of her son climbing my apartment for a few hours. At first I refused, as I had never looked after children directly in my house. I felt that I had very few furniture and, besides, I was not very interested in the children snooping around almost immediately I refused that one. Ma' am insisted on telling me that what was happening was that she worked from home and sometimes her son made too much noise with his video games. And if I could do that for her, I would appreciate it very much, that I only needed about three hours a day, at least three times a week. I ended up accepting that first day.

50:57 I made a general toilet for all of me leaving. I even remember making him some popcorn and buying some sodas at the mother' s request so that he would stand still there most of the time. About five o' clock in the afternoon, he knocked on the door. I went to open. I thought first that his mom would go with him, but he was alone or at least that' s what I saw through the look at the door. I didn' t care much about her, as the mom was downstairs and I knew I could locate her, if there was a problem. When I opened the door to him, I realized something. It wasn' t one, it was two. They were twins. At first it bothered me a little because we had agreed that it would be one or at least that had remained, since she had always spoken only of one son, not two. As soon as they both came in, I realized one thing I didn' t notice because the other kid was in the back and he was wearing a cap that covered part of his face. First of all, the boy in front of him looked very obnoxious with bags in his eyes. It was as if he had been crying, or perhaps he had been very personally revealed. I thought it was the second because of the amount of time I assumed his mother allowed him to use the video game console. In addition, he looked very emaciated and some air of sadness seemed to come out of him.

52:25 All this was eclipsed when you saw the second child were almost equal in height, hair color, almost everything, but there was a clear exception on the face and that was that his right eye was missing. It seemed to have been something recent. On top of that, it looked like he had some scratches on his face that were also closing something inside me. He told me he might have had an accident. The truth is that I didn' t want to ask many questions about it, as I thought that being such a recent event might well be too sensitive a topic. I showed them where they could connect everything, and the kid didn' t talk to me much anymore, he just connected the console and started playing fast. I realized I only had one control, but I figured they' d take turns. I went to do my college jobs. I thought I should only go out every once in a while after I showed them where the bathroom was and told them they could have all the soda they wanted, as the mother told me, and they could also use the microwave to make more popcorn, and that' s what they wanted. I was entertained for about an hour and a half while listening to how he was playing his video game. I didn' t think there was any problem with being honest. I thought that, being two brothers, at some point they' d start fighting for command, but this

53:57 didn' t happen. After that, first thing in the morning, I decided it was time to go take a look at them and see if everything was in order. And when I got out, the only thing I found was the kid who was, so to speak, healthy, playing, and the one- eyed kid sitting on the couch staring at the screen, I didn' t take any more importance. I just asked them if everything was okay. The healthy child answered me yes, while watching the screen, but the one- eyed child did not speak to me. I didn' t give it any more importance, and I did my jobs again. After another hour I went out again and ran into the exact same scene that child playing and his one- eyed brother staring at the screen. I was about to ask her if she didn' t think it was fair that her brother was playing too, but I stopped, though I assumed it wasn' t my business. I went back to my room to get on with my homework.

54:58 Once there was the first time I wondered how strange the situation was and how that lady had deliberately omitted that I would have to take care of two children I quickly told myself that I should not be making such a fuss, as technically whether it was like taking care of a child or rather how not to take care of any, since they were only there very quiet. At the same time, I began to wonder what might have happened to that little boy on that occasion, I no longer left my room until his mother came to pick them up. She thanked me and paid me not to mention at all that she hadn' t told me it was going to be two children.

55:42 The healthy child quickly picked up the whole console and left, followed by the one- eyed child, who showed almost no expression. I found it hard to believe that a child behaved like this. I reckoned they were at most nine years old that one- eyed child acted that way. I thought it was weird because of his age. It was very difficult for him to stay still, but at the end of the day, that wasn' t my problem. For the next three weeks, so was the dynamic. Three times a week, that boy arrived, connected and played video games until his mother came after him. Meanwhile, his brother only sat on a corner of the armchair and watched him play until on one occasion I remember well that while I was making a model for the school, suddenly I felt that someone else was in my room. I turned almost gave a jump from the scare standing in the frame of my door. There was that one- eyed child. Looking at me with his only eye, I asked him if he needed anything, but he didn' t answer me and after a few minutes, trying to get any sound out of him, just tell me I turned around and I kept doing my project, but I felt like he wasn' t leaving and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I turned again and asked him if he wanted more popcorn or soda, but again he didn' t answer me.

57:15 He just stood there looking at me. It occurred to me to ask him if he wanted me to tell his brother to let him play with the console and after about five seconds of staring at us, he finally spoke to me. The only thing he told me was that because I did talk to him, I told him I didn' t know what he meant and he told me again that no one would talk to him without knowing what to say to him I just smiled at him and told him that maybe no one would talk to him, because he was very quiet and sometimes it might seem like he didn' t want to talk to anyone. At the time I noticed that the silicone gun I was using was pulling a lot of silicone. Turn me around for a moment to unplug it. It was just a second, but when the boy turned around, he was gone. I found it very strange, as I had not heard his steps move away and when I went to see them, the scene was the same, the kid playing video games and his brother watching the TV. At the time, I couldn' t wait any longer and asked the kid who was playing on the console if he didn ' t think it would be better to let his brother play a little.

58:34 But those words seemed that, rather than reconsidering his behavior, they altered him. He saw me again, he seemed very surprised by the proposition I made to him, but at the same time he also seemed to be trying to contain the crying. I didn' t know what to say to her and for my fortune, at that moment her mom knocked on the door for the kids to leave The truth was that at that moment she was a little embarrassed and didn' t understand very well what was going on. I didn' t say anything and I just let them go the way they always did, thinking maybe that kid would accuse me with his mom. There really wasn' t a reason why you should accuse me, as I hadn' t done anything wrong. I remember well that the next day they did not come, but they did the day that followed him and the moment they both entered.

59:32 This time I asked the healthy child if he didn' t want me to play with him this time, as he had every intention that this time we could let his brother play. I didn' t tell you this. I just asked him if we could play him and me. He thought about it for a moment and told me he was fine, but then he would go for another check and without letting me answer, he ran to his apartment. I was very surprised and to a certain extent somewhat frustrated, as I could not believe that all the time they had a second control and deliberately did not let play the other child who had sat on the couch. I sat down and tried to talk to him telling him that he could play this time, but he shook his head and told me he didn' t believe that was true. I asked him why and he told me that it was because now, since he had had the accident, it seemed that no one wanted him, that his mother ignored him and pretended that he did not exist, and also his brother, that before they two were very close, but since he had lost his eye, it seemed that both of them were disgusted. I tried to comfort him and told him that that was not true and that maybe sometimes people didn' t like to talk about certain things like what had happened to him, but that he didn' t doubt for a minute that his

1:01:04 brother and his mother loved him as always. I also asked him if he had already tried to talk to them about it and he bowed his head and told me that he had tired of trying to talk to them, but that they only ignored him. I, trying to understand the situation a little bit more, asked him what had happened to him. He looked at me for a moment and told me that the truth was that he couldn' t remember it very clearly, only that his brother and he had gone skating together and then they were trying to impress the older children by climbing bigger ramps. He told me something like that the ramp was very steep and that he remembered that he felt the skateboard deviated and that was his last memory. He said it was all very confusing afterwards. He felt a lot of pain in his face and then he could remember very well that his mother was crying and yelling at the doctors who had to save him. He told me he didn' t understand why his mom had been crying and begging everyone to save himself and when he was all right, he just ignored it. He also told me that he felt it was because he no longer had an eye and then he was a monster. I told him at that time not to say it that way and that maybe I could try to talk to his mother and let her know how he felt. When I suddenly heard the voice of his brother, who asked me what he was doing, I turned to see him. He already

1:02:37 brought control in his hand and looked very confused without losing composure and also trying to stand firm believing that in that way he might stop ignoring it. I told him I was talking to his brother and that, in fact, he was telling me that it really hurts him to ignore him that way. I also took the opportunity to tell him that surely the whole situation of the accident had been very difficult for everyone, but that his brother needed all the support he could get to cope with it and what he was doing was very bad. But as I spoke more, I noticed that he was becoming more and more silent and when I finished giving that speech, he only opened his mouth to tell me something that resonates in my ears to this day. My brother died two months ago. At that time I turned in the direction of that one- eyed child and, to my horror, I realized that I was no longer there. I didn' t know what to say. I think I went into some kind of nervous breakdown, because after that I don' t remember much, only that child, whom I looked after so many times, ran to where her mother and brought her to my apartment. Once I calmed down, I told him everything I' d been seeing for those weeks.

1:04:01 That lady cried when I told her all the details, because there were things I wouldn' t have the way to know and, besides, she didn' t have any reason to lie to her that way. He told me he was fine and after that he took his son and never left me in charge of him again. The truth is that to me it was a great relief, because I had no interest in continuing to take care of him. But from what I learned later, they did a mass in his honor and the lady had gone to say goodbye to him directly to his grave or something. The point is, I never saw him again and that' s something I really appreciate. Sometimes I like to believe that at least I helped that poor innocent soul rest in peace stories written and adapted by Lisa Hernández