El Niño Que Resultó Ser Un Demonio Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I started working in the industrial dining room of a nearby company. I got the cook' s job at my place. I was on the night shift. I never had mysterious events. Some of my colleagues commented that in the early morning there were sounds coming from the dining room. Without finding an answer to what was happening for no reason, pots and kitchen utensils fell or shadows were seen. I saw my colleagues very nervous. I came to think that everything was paranoia to them and that to any normal circumstance, they gave an irrational explanation to what was happening until I arrived in a small dining room.

0:47 The place was located in a popular colony, on a land not so vast. It looked like it had been a house because it was around. There were houses and apartments. On the third floor was the dining room and the kitchen. He had his own baker who cooked all the bread needed in the dining room. He was the first to begin to notice strange events that began to happen, especially in the night shift. He said that it was also in the morning when there were more demonstrations. I asked him what he meant. His name was Joseph, but we called him breads. He replied that in the sweet bread tray one or two pieces were always needed. He baked enough bread, so he didn' t need it, but suddenly, he noticed a hole in the tray. Similarly with food, the cook said that she served the dishes with the same amount of food, but noticed that there was always a need for some vegetables or meat when she was sure she had put the same on each dish. I wasn' t given a reason to think there was something mysterious in the kitchen. Rather, I thought that the same fellows who were hungry wanted to eat a little bit of what was inside the dining room. When he noticed my disinterest, he didn' t tell me anything else. One day he came in with a test that gave me

2:19 the creeps. He showed me a picture he took with his cell phone. When I saw the picture, I saw the table to prepare the bread with the grills on which the sweet bread was found as much as I could see it. He could not notice anything strange until he enlarged the photograph hidden between the bread trays. There was a little boy about two years old holding bread in his hands. The first thing I thought about was giving a logical explanation to the presence of the little one, because I saw the photograph on several occasions and it seemed that it was an ordinary child, but breads when I noticed that I did not understand what he was saying to me, opened the image again to show the boy' s clothes. Her haircut was similar to a short mane with old pants and shirts, like those worn in the 1970s.

3:12 In addition, he added that minors were not allowed to enter the company because of the type of products being processed that were industrially employed. I began to believe in the words and impressions of my colleagues each began to tell me what had happened to the little one. The most frightened was a companion who, while preparing a stew, felt when her mandile was untied and her skirt pulled back. There was no one. It was hard for me to believe it, because nothing had happened to me with the child, but seeing my companions so susceptible and nervous, since more proof I wanted with the photograph that they had shown me up to that moment, everything was fine, but from the fact that either I realized the presence of a child inside the dining room, I lived a fact that gave me a lot of fear. While I was doing my chores, everything was in order until I felt a lot of nausea and went to the bathroom to throw up. While I was inside the bathroom I saw under the door small feet. I clearly felt when the hairs on my skin began to stand up, because I immediately related those feet to the early morning child. I quickly opened the bathroom door, but there was no one outside I searched every cubicle. I opened the doors hard because I was already very nervous, but in every bathroom there was no child. Even

4:44 in fear, I washed my face to get a little light as I lifted my face and saw my reflection in the mirror that I saw was the child behind me, with his pale, oblivious face as soon as I turned back, there was no one in the bathroom, I was only there. I ran out of the place scared. I felt the beating of my heart hard because of the same fear I had. I didn' t realize when the quality supervisor came in and ran into her. When he saw me, he noticed my paleness I could only tell him there is the ghost child. It does exist. I didn' t even stay and give any more explanations.

5:24 I went with bread to tell him that everything was true. I didn' t believe them, but the child existed. That time was the first of many times we continued to see him. Not just me, but the rest of my work team. It was the spirit of a little boy who was around every day and every hour in the work dining room. In the morning it was her favorite time. The quality supervisor, realizing that no one wanted to go to work at night, asked us for explanations. We all agree on the same thing. She did the necessary research to find out if any of the workers would take her son to the company. Industrial security personnel said that was forbidden. It was not the right place for a minor. While security personnel were doing the relevant research in the dining room, we decided to make a small altar with flowers and some gifts for the child. We also gave him a candle so that he could find the light of his way and cease to exist in a world to which he no longer belonged. One of my companions carried a blessed rosary and put it on the improvised altar. Each of us, before we began our activities, prayed a prayer for the little one. We made the sign of the cross and immediately began our labors.

6:46 The changes we made in the dining room worked for like two weeks. Every night it was quiet to the extent that we began to believe that it was all over, but it didn' t happen that way. It was not possible to remove a being so clinging to that space. A little after a week, the apparitions began again, but with more force. On that occasion they asked the service of Dining to bring down to the production area the food packaged in disposable containers because they were going to have a special celebration between me and a colleague. We put the food in an isel box. My partner was the one who pressed the elevator button as soon as it opened its doors.

7:30 There was the boy. Seeing each other staring, we ran off very scared, we didn' t even put the boxes down with food anymore. One of our partners did. I spoke to the manager because my entire team was very upset, but, as she told me, it was not in her hands to do anything about it. It was a situation we had to get used to. What happened reached the production area. Several workers commented that they also appeared to them, but not in a harmless way, as they did to us, but that one of the comrades suffered an accident at the time of using the forklift. There was no talk of anything else in the dining room that day. They all said the same thing. Little by little, the moods calmed down on several occasions we heard screams in the bathroom or in the locker area, but no one commented on anything like that in a quiet way, we had all understood that the spirit of that child was not going to leave and we were trying to be accompanied when we were going to throw away the trash or some dark part of the company. The bad thing started when one day in the morning I went into the bathroom to wash my face and put some water in my head. As he lifted the face of the sink, he stood there. Looking into my eyes, I didn' t know what to do. For a few moments I couldn' t think

9:01 properly. The bathroom started getting ice cream. The temperature started to drop drastically. The mirrors began to tarnish and the light began to blink. There was an instant when the light went out completely I could only hear the child' s murmur. I was trying to understand what he was saying, but it was impossible. Immediately the doors of the bathrooms began to lash. A partner wanted to go into the bathroom and couldn' t. The door was locked with the lock. I wanted to approach the door to flee that place, but the spirit did not allow me. He got in between the door outside.

9:41 I could hear the desperate screams of my companions wanting to help. My heartbeat was racing the instant everything was dark. I felt when the little one took my hand. It was a feeling that left me paralyzed with fear. The little one was present. I thought it would hurt me because I had already heard the companions say that when a child manifested it was not precisely the essence of his soul, but the deception of a demon. A few minutes later, the little boy released my hand and the light went back on and he disappeared. My roommates were able to go into the bathroom, hugged them and started crying out of fear. From that day on, I no longer did my activities alone. If I had to lower my food, one of my companions would accompany me. The same thing was to go to the bathroom.

10:37 We agreed to go two by two for anything. The boy continued to appear in the places we least expected. Between the kitchen and the dining room there was a glass separating the two areas. It was easier to see the little one through a reflection, either in a mirror or through the glass or also with the camera of a cell phone. They also eat s NS they saw it. The rumor ran not only inside the company, but also around the colony. There was one time he left the company. One of the workers approached. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn' t like what I prepared that day. I didn' t imagine what he' d tell me about the kid. We walked slowly. She hadn' t dared to talk about the little one because she doubted he really showed up. Until he saw it on one occasion he told me that, before it was a company, it was a common house in which a family lived in normal appearance, the father, the mother and three children, two girls and a small one. The boy was the youngest of the brothers. The father of the family was a man who never had control with his jealousy. Most of the time, he bothered his wife because he believed that he had relations with other men. It was all the product of man' s insecureness. When the mother became pregnant for the third time, the father all the time said that the little boy his wife was expecting was not his and that he was going

12:11 to prove it. During the pregnancy, the father beat the woman several times, but the beatings were not so severe that the wife lost the baby. The mother thought that when she saw the baby, all her husband' s doubts would go away and that, seeing features of him in the little one she would stop saying that he was not the father. It didn' t happen that way. The man kept saying the same thing all the time to such an extent that he compared his two daughters to the boy over the course of two years. It was hell for the whole family. The father never accepted that the little one was his son. It is believed that, for the same reason, there were two years in which there was physical and psychological abuse for the child until one morning in April many screams were heard during the night, The lights of the house were on. The fight lasted more than an hour until everything was silent. Neighbors called the police, but it took a long time for the police to arrive long before the patrol was at home.

13:15 Everything was quiet. When the cops knocked on the door of the house, no one opened inside the house there was no one inside. The cops broke into the door without finding a single inhabitant inside it. The house was forgotten and empty for a long time. It was never known what happened with the family, with the mother and her children, especially with the little one that the man never accepted. Rumors didn' t wait. In the colony it was said that he had killed the whole family and disappeared. The police did not investigate and everything was forgotten. As the days passed, strange events took place. In the colony park. It was a small place that had slippery swings and it goes up and down. It was said that in the early morning one of the swings rocked alone, just like him. Up and down. He even noticed when someone went down the slide, as a bit of dust was rising when they fell. At that time there was no way to record what was happening with a camera as it was now. But many people who lived around the park saw that in the morning at three o' clock in the morning one of the swings was moving, of the three that only one was moving. The other two remained inert, so the wind could not do, as if it were, it would move the three swings.

14:48 He also went up and down and had movement. It was clearly visible when he went up and stayed for a few seconds in detention and immediately continued the movement. Neighbors attributed the paranormal phenomenon to the child who surely died. Everything was based on assumptions, as the police never found evidence that a homicide had occurred in that house. The house was completely abandoned until after a year they saw the sign sold. It took a long time for it to be sold. Only then did it remain in the company' s hands and the company rebuilt it to suit its needs. The people in the colony said the man killed the little one or he could have even killed the whole family. No one really knew it, because they all disappeared without a trace. It wasn ' t such a big case in the' 90s, because there was no murder to pursue. The neighbors spoke to the police to tell them what was going on in that house, but they did not do the necessary investigations or expertise to get to the bottom of what happened. Soon the strange events began in the park, so people in the neighborhood said it was the soul of the little boy who was looking for his family. Over time, people who lived there changed residence or died. It was a fact that was forgotten and

16:22 forgotten over time. The manifestations of that spirit within the company were more tangible every day. There were times when one of my companions fell for no apparent reason. Some of us always found an excuse for it. I was telling them to keep the floor dry. That was an irremediable factor for accidents to occur. On another occasion one of the pots that had boiling water fell I never knew it caused the accident, but my companions assured that it had fallen out of nowhere. It was necessary to take my partner to the emergency room because the hot water fell on one of her legs. That was the reason I was no longer reassured, much less because that spirit appeared everywhere at every moment. He heard screams from colleagues who saw him to the manager. He had a good idea to bring a priest to bless the space. He did so with holy water, which spread throughout all corners and with prayers. He managed to keep the spirit quiet for a few days, but again he came back scaring more and more. That being was upset and at all times made evidence of it. That' s when I thought it wasn' t a child' s spirit, but a sinister spirit that used the child' s skin to deceive people and then steal people' s energy. He was very

17:55 naive to my belief until something creepy happened to me. While I was doing my service, I heard a voice that spoke to me by my name. I thought this was one of my roommates, but in the kitchen I only found myself. For some reason, there was no one else inside. I felt the presence of someone behind me. I realized that I was no human, because I felt cold and the kitchen was always hot because of the use of fire. I was barely an audible whisper that made me stand still without knowing what to do or think. Then I could distinguish his voice snoring and slow. That was the drop that spilled the glass. I couldn' t do that anymore I immediately removed the mandrel and left the dining room immediately.

18:45 I was outside the company not knowing what to do or think about something. I was sure of whatever was inside the company. It was all but the spirit of a child, because that entity had already begun to Host me would lie if I said I returned to that place. That was enough reason to quit, but the manager gave me the chance to change my dining room. He just asked me to finish the shift that night. The next day I wouldn' t show up there with much fear. I did it by looking through the crystal, the spirit of the child, which surely wasn' t. That was more than the soul of an innocent little boy was terrified that last night I was there. The next day I showed up in another dining room lying or not in that dining room. There is one entity that has not been able to transcend from this plane. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas