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0:04 We believed that in Ciudad Juárez we would find new opportunities and a better future for our family. Arriving at the border, my children were very excited to start a new life in a house that we thought was perfect from the very beginning. The house was old, but very well maintained, with a facade that had its rustic charm inside it was ample and everyone found their space in our new home had three bedrooms, one for my wife and me, one for our eleven- year- old son and one for our fifteen- year - old daughter. We lived in a colony outside the city. The first months in our new house in Ciudad Juárez were a lot of activity and adjustments.

0:52 Despite the chaos of those first few months. We all started to notice strange little things in the house. They were such subtle details that we could easily have overlooked them, but how they happened. We often realized something was going on. We felt a weird cold in the rooms that should be hot. We saw the curtains moving without air and shadows going where they shouldn' t. One day, my son told me that his toys weren' t where he left them, but we thought he might have forgotten where he put them. My wife noticed that some doors were closed by themselves. I thought it might be because the floor was cool, something that could happen in an old house, but she didn' t even know with the soft murmur that sometimes it was heard in the living room as if someone was whispering. At first, we thought it was the wind or a radius of some neighbor who stayed on. These things happened from time to time they were accumulating until he noticed too much on a Sunday morning, the house smelled of fresh coffee and the laughter of my children was heard. Watching TV, I decided to go out in the yard while my wife was making breakfast. My first task was to water the plants. I went where we kept the hose. Upon arriving what I saw made me stop from the back door to the pool. There

2:23 were small prints like a baby dyed with intense red. For a moment I stood without understanding what I saw with fear and bewilderment. I crouched down to see a closer print I touched. The red liquid was viscous and moist. It looked like blood, not knowing what to do. I took the hose, opened the tap at maximum pressure and started cleaning the prints trying to erase them. The water dragged the red color until it disappeared, but I couldn ' t help feeling restless. Just as I finished erasing the blue plus prints, my son showed up at the back door. I left the hose and followed him inside trying to forget the bewilderment and concentrate on the moment. My wife had made breakfast. I sat at the table, but I felt confused, very much in my thoughts. I was so distracted that when my wife gave me a cup of coffee, I just took it and gave her a sip without realizing that I was boiling the coffee, burned my mouth and throat, causing me a severe pain. After trying to relieve the burn with cold water, we went to the nearest pharmacy that had a doctor. The trip to the pharmacy was quiet. My children were worried and my wife was trying to stay calm. The burn turned out to be more serious than we thought and the doctor recommended special treatment to heal well. After the coffee incident.

3:57 Boiling and visiting the doctor, I accepted a medical treatment that would force me to stay home for ten days. The first few days in the house nothing unusual happened. I was recovering and working a little bit on the computer, but as I was all the time in the house, I started to look at things that didn' t fit, toys that appeared in places, weird, drawings that I didn' t remember seeing and things from me that moved on their own. At first I thought that my children, especially the youngest, were doing their own, because it has always been very restless. But one morning, when my children were in school and my wife had gone shopping, I came across one of those oversights, a toy figure that I was sure had kept the day before. I was back in the middle of the hall. There was no way my children would have done it, the house was empty. Only I was there at the time I remembered the red baby prints by the pool. The ten days of rest had already passed and that last night at home, before returning to the office, he was awake in bed, looking at the ceiling with the moonlight, entering through the window.

5:17 My wife slept quietly next to me. During those days I noticed that he looked at me weird as if he perceived what was troubling me. I decided to talk to her about my recent behavior. I asked her how she felt in the house, if she was comfortable or if something bothered her. Your answer surprised me. Instead of calming me down, he asked me the same thing. I took air and told him about the strange things I had seen during my rest as objects that changed places without explanation and the persistent feeling that we were not alone. She listened to me quietly, but by mentioning the blood tracks near the pool, something she had tried to keep secret for fear of sounding crazy, her expression changed. I needed you to know the truth.

6:10 Then she told me she had also felt strange things, but she thought it was her imagination or the stress of moving. He told me the little things he had noticed but ignored, believing that stress and change were to blame. He also mentioned what our children had told him about things that had seen what our daughter had said weeks ago. Now it made sense in that house things were happening. We came to the conclusion that our house had things we didn' t understand. The appearance of blood tracks near the pool had been particularly alarming, an event we had never seen in the house, where the incidents had been minor and less intimidating. This led us to accept that we did not believe we were in danger or think that the house was haunted in the traditional sense. It was clear that we had to get used to living with the weird as part of our daily life. Our talk lasted until very late. Three months after that night, everything returned to normal and the small oddities of our house became part of everyday life. One night on the way back from work. Before I could talk about dinner, my wife told me seriously that the children had already eaten because they were punished. He proposed to go out to dinner alone and I accepted. As we drove downtown, to

7:44 our favorite restaurant, I noticed the nervousness in my wife. The atmosphere in the car was heavier than usual. Then, while we were in the car, my wife told me something very delicate with a trembling voice that was barely heard from the noise of the car. That afternoon, our daughter wouldn' t come down for lunch. My wife went up to her room. When she came in, she found her crying very loudly. The reason was something we didn' t expect. Our daughter, who had barely turned sixteen. A month ago I was pregnant when I heard this I stopped the car at once. I needed to understand what was happening, because this was going to change our lives with the voice broken by confusion and fear. I asked my wife to explain everything. She told me that since our daughter' s first day, in her new high school, she had noticed something strange. Two boys who looked older and who were foreigners, used to park their car in front of the school. One day during the recess, our daughter heard three of her classmates plan to escape school to meet those boys. As she also liked them, she decided to join them. The four of us managed to get out of school to go with the foreigners. They were taken to an unknown place. I didn' t need my wife to say any more.

9:09 The rest of the story was clear. I felt too angry. I didn ' t know how this happened. My first instinct was to seek justice for what they had done to our daughter. I imagined facing those strangers by making them pay for their shares. My wife explained to me that those responsible no longer appeared in front of high school since the incident. Our daughter' s anguish came not only from her unexpected pregnancy, but also from not knowing who the father was and that she would have to face the consequences alone. The conversation that followed was one of the most difficult of my life. We agreed that, despite the problems and pain, the most important thing was to make sure that our daughter did not feel alone. We had to give her the support and resources necessary for her pregnancy, making sure she knew her family would be by her side. Upon returning home, we sat down to talk to our daughter and agreed that she would leave school and that the next day we would take her to the doctor to start a proper follow- up of her pregnancy. With the passing of days we realized that our daughter noticed the strange things of the house more than we did, as she stayed at home all day and, moreover, with pregnancy, she was more sensitive to what was going on. There began to be details that were passed to us changes in the temperature of the rooms and noises of steps in the house. The weirdest

10:43 thing was those step noises. Only she listened to them as much as we tried to listen. We didn' t hear anything. It' s been three months since we heard about our daughter' s pregnancy. One Sunday morning she approached me scared. He told me he' d seen a kid playing in the yard, but he lost sight of him. When he went to the hallway leading to the pool, his words worried me a lot because I feared what I might find with my heart racing. I went to the yard towards the pool. There again I found those tiny footprints of Baby in a deep and unmistakable red near the pool. Quick, I grabbed the hose and started erasing the prints, as I had done before. As I was finishing, my wife joined me I told her I was cleaning dog excrement. I knew my lie was obvious, both to my wife and to me, but it was necessary, as our children were close and could hear. We knew that what was happening was inexplicable, but we also knew that we had to protect our children from being frightened, especially because the blood tracks appeared just after, well, that my daughter said that she had seen a child something clearly abnormal. That night, after our children fell asleep, my wife and I discussed how to prevent our daughter from meeting back with what she had seen or

12:15 what was manifesting in our house. The idea arose almost instantly, when we heard the first drops of rain hitting the windows, we decided to use the next heavy rains as a perfect excuse to change the distribution of the rooms in the house. We invented a concern about the impremeability of the roof in our daughter' s room, saying it showed signs of leaks. We explained to our daughter that, as a preventive measure and until we hired someone to make the arrangements, it would be better if she temporarily moved to our room, which was in a part of the house with no view to the courtyard.

12:58 That way I' d avoid seeing something disturbing. My wife and I would switch to our daughter' s room. During this time. Our daughter accepted the proposal. The first week after moving our daughter, she passed with a calmness that only appeared to be normal with the usual oddities of our house. Ten days after the change, one morning before going to work, my daughter approached me and told me something that had happened the night before. He told me with a trembling voice that in the night, when everything was quiet, he began to hear footsteps on the roof. Those steps felt right above where she slept. He said he' d heard those noises before, but never so clear or so often. What was scaring him the most was that it seemed that whoever was walking on the roof only moved over his room without going to other sides of the house. The steps did not stop or change course as if she were the reason for those weird noises. When she told me that, I was very scared of the idea that those weird things that happened to us now followed our daughter, even though we had changed things in the house. I was worried and it made me feel really bad it was like the things that were in our house had something to do with her. After work, we were having dinner as a family and talking about how we had gone in the day. But suddenly my son said something that broke the peace

14:31 of mind. While she was eating, she said her sister was going crazy. His sister, who was sitting next to him, reacted immediately and elbowed him in the angry stomach. I intervened quickly by scolding my son for saying something so ugly and my daughter for responding with blows. I reminded them not to say things that hurt or respond violently. I looked at my wife to understand why my son, son, had said that. My daughter told me what happened that afternoon. Our daughter had gone out into the courtyard to look for a moment of calm, to relax a little bit of being in the house all the time, but a few minutes after leaving, she returned to the house very upset and almost crying in tears. He explained that he had seen again the child he had spoken of days ago and said that he was in the courtyard. Looking at her right away. My wife and son went out with her in the yard, but they didn' t see the child that our daughter described in such detail. She was sure the boy was there, but for the others, the yard was empty. This incident caused my son to say that ugly thing at dinner and also increased our concern about how our daughter was. Both emotionally and mentally. We knew we had to be cool with our kids about what we were living on. Telling them the truth

16:04 about the blood tracks was difficult, but necessary for our daughter not to feel alone or think she was losing her mind. I told my children about everything that had happened since we moved into the house. I focused especially on the blood tracks that had appeared near the pool, not once, but twice. At first I saw that my children did not believe me at all it was very important for us to make it clear that we believed that the child that my daughter said she saw was the same one that had left the prints. This was necessary for her to feel that what she saw was real and that she was not alone. I told him what he saw was real, even if we couldn' t see it. After months, my daughter had her baby. The birth of my grandson brought much joy to our family the first two weeks after he arrived. The weird things that had bothered us before seemed to have calmed down. Or maybe we were so happy with the new family member that we didn' t realize those things. But the calm was interrupted.

17:15 My son and I decided to take advantage of the sunny afternoon to work in the garden I asked my son to go to the pool by the hose. I saw him from afar and when he ducked down to pick her up, he tripped over the hose and fell to the ground. I ran to help him worried he' d hurt himself. But what I saw as I approached was much more worrying than a simple fall. My son' s shirt was stained with blood, but not by a scratch or a wound, as I would have thought, but because it had fallen on the blood tracks that had appeared again near the pool. The weirdest thing of all was that, despite the clear evidence on his clothes, my son couldn' t see the prints on which he had fallen or recognize the blood stain on his shirt.

18:06 This new incident left me very confused and worried about my son' s inability to see what was so obvious to me added more mystery to our situation. Later I decided to talk about it directly with my daughter. I found her in the room rocking her baby I explained to her why we had moved her in the room a few months ago, mentioning the moment she started seeing the child in the yard and then the things only she could see. We were very worried and we didn' t want her to be more exposed to whatever was going on, especially in her state. My daughter understood that we had not lied to her for lying, but to protect her. At that time, my wife sat with us and I took advantage of it to discuss the subject, stressing that the fact that the room was cold. In the middle of the summer I said that was not normal and that we could not keep ignoring that something strange happened here, something that seemed to focus on her and the baby. The room where she and her Baby slept, which should have been one of the hottest in the house, because it gave her the sun from eleven in the morning to four in the afternoon, inexplicably felt cold.

19:23 This worried us a lot because we didn' t want the baby to get sick. In view of this situation, we decided to change rooms. Again, my wife and I returned to our original room and our daughter returned to hers taking the baby with her no more than two days after the change, the room, where we were already. My wife and I recovered their normal temperature, while the room my daughter and her baby had changed to, began to feel cold. Again it was as if the cold followed her. Seeing that things remained the same, we decided to try another change of rooms, this time exchanging our children' s rooms. We hoped that this adjustment could offer some relief, but the solution was temporary. Two days after the change, the room my son now occupied stopped feeling cold, while my daughter' s new room and her baby fell back into that weird cold. My wife, who had made friends on the block, shared with me a talk she had with one of her friends. This friend, hearing what we were facing, suggested that if things got worse, we should seek the help of a woman known in the area as Joba. As he was told, Joba had a certain reputation for dealing with the unexplainable. When my wife mentioned this during dinner, our daughter asked if she was a witch. My wife said she wasn' t sure. I just knew I could help. The idea of

20:57 looking for someone like Jobba U was much discussed. Over the next two days we talked about the possible consequences. Finally, we came to the conclusion that we should explore all available options. We decided that we would go to see Jova, the only one who would not go was my son, He had nothing to do there. One cloudy afternoon, my wife, my daughter, with her baby and I went to the house of Jova, which was in one of the oldest areas of the city. Jova' s house was at the end of a street. The facade was dark and covered with vines. I remember the house had a small garden full of all kinds of plants and herbs. When Joba opened the door, it was not the typical image of an old woman. This woman emanated power and mystery. His gaze was penetrating and his posture imposed respect or rather provoked a respectful fear. When we saw her, we all took a step back, thinking about leaving before we got into something that clearly went beyond what we had thought before we could decide.

22:07 Jova' s voice stopped us from saying that he knew why we were there and that he wouldn' t do anything to us. As long as we paid him well, we looked among ourselves for a sign of what to do. My daughter' s determination with her baby in her arms made me understand that we were willing to do whatever it took to find a solution. We went into the house. Once inside. The interior was even more intimidating. The house was full of scary objects. Jova took us to a room she used as her workspace. The air was impregnated with strange smells, very carefully and with a knot in the throat. We started telling Jova everything we had ever lived. We told him about the blood tracks from the weird cold that followed my daughter and her baby. He listened without saying anything with his hands together and looking at us very carefully. When we finished counting everything, Joova asked us if we were willing to leave the house. I knew moving could be the safest thing to do, but I also knew it wasn' t easy to do that. I told him leaving the house wasn' t an option for us. She shook her head and said that what we described was not an ordinary spirit or a bad energy, that this was something older or stronger. If we wanted to stay in the house, she could help us for a price. I told him the money wasn' t a problem.

23:40 He said that what followed my daughter was death and explained that the cold we felt was not a simple change in temperature. It was the manifestation of death itself and obviously neither she nor anyone could do anything directly against death, but it offered a way to keep it away. It wouldn' t be easy and it would be painful for my daughter and the baby, but it was the only thing we could do. We hold hands looking for support among ourselves. I asked him what Job implied, explaining that he was going to mark their arm with a piece of hot metal. Just listening to a brand of fire made us tremble. He said that this mark would not be a simple scar, it would give spiritual protection that would prevent death from taking their lives.

24:30 The silence that followed was heavy. My daughter asked if it would hurt While hugging her baby more strongly, Joba said yes, the pain was part of the process, it was the sacrifice needed to get protection. The heat of metal would not only mark the skin, but would also seal the pact between us and the forces that would protect us. After a pause where each of us thought about what it meant to go through that procedure, Jova kept talking. He said he would also give us an object to detect the presence of death in the house. No matter the temperature changes, he pulled a small book with all the blank leaves out of a drawer. He explained that this book was delighted. When death was near, the book would open itself and the leaves would begin to move. That way we' d know if it was close. Jova recommended that my daughter always carry the book with her.

25:33 If you were to be in the room, you should put it by your side and be attentive to any movement. That would be your signal to act or change. On the spot. Everything Jovan was telling us sounded logical, not on a rational level, but if we were already accepting that something weird was going on in the house, what Joba said made sense to some extent. But marking my daughter and my little grandson as animals seemed too much to me. I asked him if we couldn' t just take the book without making the marks. Johova looked at me seriously and said that the book only served to detect, did not provide protection without the marks we would know when it was near, but we would remain completely vulnerable. The final decision was my daughter' s. After thinking for a while, she agreed if this could protect her and her baby from a tragedy. Then it was worth the pain. It hurt my heart to see her make this decision, knowing the pain it would entail, especially for the baby. Jova prepared everything very carefully. The metal warmed up to red- hot and my daughter and then the baby got the marks on their arms. The baby' s cries of pain cut off the air and each scream hurt in our souls. My daughter kept the procedure with tears on her cheeks without making a single sound, but

27:06 her eyes showed the immense pain she felt Once the ritual was over and the marks of fire were well done. Johova put an ointment on the wound. That ointment seemed magical because as soon as he put it on the baby he stopped crying instantly, as if the pain disappeared suddenly I took a lot of money out of my wallet and gave it to Jova. At that point, she gave us the book and we left there. When we arrived at the house, the first thing we did was go to the room, where my daughter and Baby were going to sleep. The atmosphere in the house felt heavier.

27:47 My daughter put the book on the bed to our surprise and astonishment. As soon as the book touched, the bed opened suddenly and the leaves began to move from side to side as if an invisible wind were pushing them she quickly grabbed the book. He closed it fast and hard and we all went to the dining room carrying the book with us. A few minutes later, my son came down and immediately noticed the attention. He asked how we were doing. I asked my daughter to explain it to him and she showed him the mark that Jova made and also the mark on the baby' s arm. My son looked at the marks, I explained to him that those marks should keep his sister safe and the Baby I also told him something very important about the book they gave his sister. He shouldn' t touch it, rip off a leaf, scratch it, or throw water on it. I warned him seriously. I knew my son well and his tendency to disturb his sister, especially at critical times. My son looked at me slowly nodding that he had understood the seriousness of the matter. Acer Pó seriously what I told him. The night fell with a louder silence than usual. My daughter put the book on a piece of furniture next to her bed. The leaves began to move alone, making a whispering noise that filled the room. Every time death was near, she watched the book move, confirming that something else was

29:21 with us. My wife, seeing the fear in our daughter' s face, decided to stay with her overnight. The idea of leaving her alone in such circumstances was unthinkable to try to forget the danger posed by the book. They left the radio on. Three days passed and the room was no longer cold. The book continued to detect sinister presence every night. The lack of cold, according to Joba, meant that death was no longer fixed in the room, perhaps because of the fire marks on my daughter and the baby, we began to understand that death was no longer concentrated in one place. I was still in our house, moving and waiting nights to return to my daughter ' s room and my grandson. Three weeks after going with Jova, night activity changed a lot. The book, which used to alert us all the time, was now still at night, letting my daughter and her baby rest, something we had not had in a long time. This quietness was enormous.

30:30 We knew things weren' t completely right. During the day, the book still detected the presence of death at least twice, reminding us that the threat remained in our daily lives. The objects close to the book at first only moved little. When this happened something that we had become accustomed to. Over time, these movements became stronger. The objects didn' t just move a few inches. Now they would slide further to the edge of the tables and shelves and fall to the ground. We were worried about this. But the most alarming thing happened one day while we were in the kitchen, the leaves of the book were shaken violently, telling us that death was near in seconds, a knife on the counter came off to my daughter and stuck into the wall, right next to where she was. The scare was huge and my daughter, taking one hand to her arm, said she felt itchy on the mark that Jova had put the mark on her seemed to be reacting.

31:41 Looking at the knife still shaking on the wall, we came to the conclusion that somehow the mark had given him a protection that had saved his life at that critical moment. The situation in our house took us back to Jova' s door in great despair. The last visit had given us partial protection, but recent events showed that it was not enough. When we finished telling him about the attack with the knife again raised the possibility of leaving the house. My wife, clearly affected by the dangers we had faced, seemed to consider leaving the house. My tone made it clear that, despite the risks, I wanted to stay in the house. Joba explained that death was angry.

32:27 The protection he gave us had given us a break, but he had also irritated her. I wasn' t used to being challenged, and that' s why I wanted to attack how it came about. We couldn' t do anything to make her happy, because what she wanted was my daughter and the baby. All we could do was put stronger protection in the house. It would cost a lot. I told him without hesitation that we would do what was necessary. The next day, with the money I was asking for, I saw I came to Jova' s house without wasting any time. He accepted the money and told us that everything was ready to put additional protection in our house. When we arrived at the house, Jova brought an ancient censer full of herbs. He started going through every room. The smoke from the censer went all over the place filling every corner of the house. As we watched, Joba explained that the ritual had its advantages and its disadvantages death could not touch the physical objects, pointing out how the smoke stuck to everything.

33:35 This meant I couldn' t throw anything else. The objects would be safe from being moved or thrown by the force that had been bothering them. But he also warned us that this meant that death could not go through doors. Once the smoke settled, I' d be trapped in the room where I was. If one door was locked, I couldn' t go from one room to another. This meant that as long as the doors were locked, death would be locked inside the house. This knowledge was a double- edged weapon. On the one hand, it offered more effective control over the movements of death, on the other, it meant that our house would still have that presence. When he finished walking through every room and assured that everything was well impregnated with smoke, Joba said the ritual was over. Then we take her back to her house. The book he had given us before was our tool as death could no longer go through walls or doors. We used the book to find out if that thing was inside any of the rooms.

34:49 When we found death in a room, we closed the door and could sleep peacefully, knowing that this thing was not wandering around the house. In the first few nights after the ritual, the silence was rare, but the calm it gave us was good. We still couldn' t trust each other. Every night we went through the book before we slept. My daughter and her baby slept in the same room and my wife and I took turns watching from the vasillo. One night, the book began to vibrate as it opened, the pages moved slowly and the same whispering filled the room. We knew death was active again, but now we had something to face. We followed the noise and sensation that the book gave to the room. As the door approached us, it began to tremble, indicating that the Presence was in there quickly.

35:45 We closed the door and made sure he couldn' t get out. I was relieved to hear the silence that followed, but my daughter, still scared, said she felt the mark on her arm burn. We realized that death is Mr He was concentrating his efforts in that room. The fear was growing inside me, but I knew we couldn' t give up I remembered what Joba said about the smoke and the doors. Death could not leave the room while the doors were closed, the dawn brought a breath of respite. The activity stopped during the day, leaving us to rest, my wife and I decided to strengthen the locks of all the doors, making sure that none could be opened by accident. The doors were old and some no longer closed well. Strengthening them was necessary one night, when we looked at the book before sleeping, we saw that the pages were quiet. A feeling of doubt invaded us. My wife suggested checking every room, but I, relying on Jova' s protections, preferred to wait. However, my father’ s instinct pushed me to check that my children were safe. I went into my daughter' s room and saw the baby snuggled to her side. Something in the room atmosphere felt weird. I felt a chill and my skin stood up.

37:15 The book began to vibrate in my hands, indicating that something was not right. I ran into the hallway and at that moment I heard a strong knock on the door of the living room. The sound of the crackling wood and intense cold invaded the house. Death was trying to break the desperate protections. I took the censer that Job had left and filled it with the remaining herbs. I lit the incense and took it to the room ready to face death directly. The smoke started filling the room and I felt a dark presence resisting. The walls seemed to vibrate under pressure and the objects moved violently, but I stood firm, invoking the protections that Jova had taught us. Finally, a strong wind swept through the room and the darkness seemed to disappear.

38:09 Little by little, I closed the room door. Now in complete silence, the house was filled with the smell of incense. When I left, I met my family waiting outside worried, but without harm. That night marked the end of the hardest battle we had ever faced. With Jova' s help, we had managed to lock up death in one room of the house. The threat was still latent. Now we knew how to keep her locked up. My family and I lived with constant vigilance, but with the assurance that the protections worked. Every day the house passed by, he made a home again, and death was still trapped in the living room. We knew that as long as we kept the doors closed, we' d be safe.

39:00 Experience had changed us forever, reminding us that there are forces in this world that cannot be easily explained. But with faith and resistance we managed to protect our family from a threat that seemed invincible. Tale written and adapted by Ramiro contreras