Entidad Demoniaca, La Sombra Que Casi Me Consume Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Shadow. Like many of you, for years, I always assumed to see the slight blur on the edge of my sight. It was a trick of my eyes to be so focused on a particular area that the rest of your vision becomes blurred. As my mother once told me when, as a child, I told her that I had seen something at the door of my room and as I grew up, I simply took it as a fact the way every child takes the wisdom of his parents to heart and once I became an adult, I simply discarded it completely. That was up to one night living alone in a small one- bedroom apartment. That means having to live further away from the city where I work, but I prefer to live alone than having to make the journey quite long to work every day and as my free time during the day is almost null. I' m a night thing, too. That night in particular, I was awake until late sitting at the table in my kitchen with my laptop in front of me when the sensation came upon me. The small but remarkable chill went up my spine and on the top edge of my vision, just below where my hair began to fall on my eyes, I saw it was a black and silver blur. At least that' s how it seemed to me I quickly lifted my head looking towards

1:38 the corner where I had seen it. Of course, when I looked up there was nothing there. For a few more seconds, I just sat staring at the corner. Nothing moved, there was no sound except the slight buzz of my laptop fan and the refrigerator fan. My kitchen is in the back of the apartment. The bedroom is also next to the kitchen and the wall separating it extends a little, causing a rather large blind spot from where I was sitting. So I figured that was the explanation and with a head move, I went back to the computer screen. The hours seemed to pass at an accelerated pace and, to my surprise, when I checked the clock in the lower right corner of my laptop screen, it was three o' clock in the morning. So I turned off the computer the next night I set out to go to bed before midnight. One in the morning at the latest, so I didn' t turn on my computer. Instead, I saw some TV and I liked playing some games. Soon the clock next to the TV showed twelve, thirty- five. It was time to sleep and I got up by turning off the TV and or the xbox. I decided I ' d make myself a drink before I went to sleep and went to the refrigerator. When I opened it, I pulled out a jug of juice and

3:09 grabbed a glass of a nearby cabinet, served myself a little apart from the sound of a tenel truck passing by and the ticking clock above the sink was all silent. I put the glass in the sink to wash it tomorrow and turned to return the jar to the refrigerator. I almost let it go when I saw what was ahead when I turned around I could see clearly through the kitchen and the living room, towards the small corner where my main door was and for just a second I saw the same black and silver stain disappearing from my sight. This time I was sure it wasn' t just a trick of my vision or a lock of hair passing in front of my face without waiting for an answer, because there wasn' t any I knew for sure that there was something or someone there. I felt my pulse speeding up quickly and my heart began to beat hard against my chest. What I thought was that someone had stepped into my house either to steal or with some other intention.

4:15 I quickly looked around for something to defend myself with. My eyes sat on the block where I kept all my kitchen knives and quickly pulled out the biggest and turned to the entrance. There was no movement now, but I noticed a change in the atmosphere. Without receiving an answer, I spoke again the tension in the room seemed to have increased considerably with my words. I waited a minute feeling how I was starting to get irritated I quickly crossed the room holding the knife in front of me firmly. There was no one there for a moment I just stood there feeling baffled. I knew from a fact that I had seen someone, it had not been a trick of my eyes and I had not heard the front door open. In fact, as I looked at the time, I saw that the little knob on the door handle was turned in the closed position as I looked at it with a huge chill.

5:15 He toured my back, combined with the feeling of being watched intensely, I almost felt as if whoever was watching was behind me. I instinctively turned around cutting with the knife as hard as I could, but again there was nothing. No one was behind me. The strangest thing was that as soon as I turned the sensation of eyes sticking to the back of my skull, it ceased as if the observer had simply ceased to exist at the time I turned. But the tension in the apartment didn' t go away. It seemed to intensify and kept me on alert so much that I searched the entire apartment. I went into the bathroom running the shower curtain, went to my room and opened the sliding doors of the closet. I even opened both cupboards in the living room, taking out all the coats and boxes behind which someone could hide, but I found nothing Even so, when I went to bed, I locked the door of my room in case the next morning, when I woke up the sensation, I had disappeared from the apartment. With one last look around, I locked the front door behind me, got in my car and made the two- and- a- half hour trip to the city to work. The day passed without much concern, apart from a mandatory team meeting that my boss decided to impose on us during our lunch break for

6:50 monotony. I calmed down a little bit and began to make a mental mockery of how upset I had been the night before. Even of course I told some colleagues, but I told them as if it had been a funny thing, not a serious thing. Everyone laughed a lot at it. The joke took it completely out of my mind and before I knew it the afternoon had come. I packed my belongings back in the car and started the trip back home still laughing a little and humming the songs that sounded on the radio. However, when I entered the parking lot of my apartment building and in my space at almost ten o' clock at night, I saw something. My apartment was the second on the top floor and from where I was sitting in my car, I could look up and see the window of the living room of my place between the grooves of the handrail of the hallway. As I always did when I left, I had closed the white blinds so that no one passing through the window could look into my place. Someone was sleeping with me among my peres. I felt my blood turn into ice. I looked around for a moment at the darkened windows of the other units, but I knew none of my neighbors would help me. The days that neighbors took care of each other had inevitably ended would tell me to find a way to call

8:22 the police myself or tell me it wasn' t their problem, so I opened the trunk and pulled out a crossbreed to hit the person who had stepped into my apartment. I went up to the door and tried to open it without putting the key in, because I assumed someone had come in. So, the lock, according to me, had already been forced. To my surprise, the door was locked. Then I assumed that the person who got involved had closed inside. Then I pulled out the key and opened the door. The place was so dark and quiet. My pulse accelerated as I slowly walked in my hand looking for the light switch part of me feared that while searching blindly, the intruder would come out and attack my mental image. He sent me a chill of fear. Just when my fingers found the plastic switch.

9:20 When the light was turned on, the room was illuminated. I moved quickly to the corner, which gave me a look at the kitchen beyond. Both the kitchen and the living room were empty, but there was still the bathroom and the kitchen. I moved slowly trying to remain as quiet as possible so that whoever was hiding wouldn' t throw themselves at me. I held my breath as I passed through the half- open doors of my bathroom and bedroom surrounding the sofa I turned to start walking quickly back towards the open front door. But something stopped me, something that made me freeze. There was a small wall section where something seemed to have been written there, but after looking better I realized that what was there was not writing as such. It did say something, but it was written with pure scratches. What I was saying was we can see you. From the left corner of my vision I saw that my bedroom door had opened slowly, but noticeably a little more I could see the black and silver stain again and in less than a second I was already running towards the door. The silvery black figure flew out of the room, though it never made a sound. I got out of the house and I closed the door behind me and ran down the stairs and got in the car. I called the police while I watched the blinds keep moving.

10:54 When the police arrived I told them as quickly as the situation was. They first checked that I was not alcoholized or that I had consumed some substance, as they verified that if it was in my five senses. They went up to check, but they didn' t find anything. What I was literally told was sorry, sir, but whoever it was is already gone. Doesn ' t look like something' s been stolen, just checking his stuff. I exhaled a bit overwhelmed by the situation and asked them if they could stay close in case of anything. When I told you that, I got some tickets. One of the cops grabbed the money and since he kept it, he passed me his cell phone number and told me to call him anything and they' d get there fast. The cops left and I went up to my apartment. I turned on all the lights, opened all the doors, checked all the corners. There was no one. I locked myself in, made sure everything was as closed and stuck as possible. I still didn' t feel safe to sleep, so I sat in the room in front of the clock and stayed there until the dream overcame the truth. I don' t remember what time I fell asleep. What I do remember is that I woke up in the morning. I' m not sure what woke me up when I opened my eyes. It was still dark outside, not because I

12:24 had all the lights on, because I wanted it to be seen that there were people inside the apartment. I looked at the watch. It wasn' t 4: 00 in the morning yet Maybe it was 15 minutes past 3 : 30. That' s for sure. My back hurt a little bit because I fell asleep and unwell on the couch, so I got up to go to bed. But the minute I walked into the room, I realized the closet door was a little open. At that time the focus of the room melted. It wasn' t just literally shutting down. The focus thundered to sac sparks with the room totally in the dark. I was very quickly overwhelmed by fear, not so much by the darkness itself, but because the second the focus was melted, my eyes were able to focus on something that shouldn' t have been there, something that looked at me from the edge of the closet door half open to begin with, that door should be locked.

13:26 I always leave the doors closed, not because of superstitions or fear, but to keep a spider or something from getting into the wardrobe That I was seeing was something black and silver. The difference with the previous occasion was that this time it wasn' t just a stain, it was something else. I could see it a little clearer, even though I could quite well distinguish the silhouette. Beyond that, the details were not so visible, only what seemed to be two very dark eyes. Looking at me, I felt frozen in the place, fear paralyzed me while I was petrified there with my eyes wide open, due to both fear and impression. I slowly realized something else I was whispering. It was a rough- sounding voice. The voice became increasingly angry, turning from a schism to almost a demonic grunt. That voice gradually lost humanity and then there was an absolute silence. That' s when I saw a hand that looked more like a claw finished in five sharp nails like razors, which popped under the bed. There was more than one creature to see that hand, that claw coming out from under the bed. It made me react instantly, in less than two seconds, I was already out of the apartment slamming the entrance door, very strong, as if doing that

14:56 made any difference, and I didn' t or run to the car, but at that moment I was trying to lock the door so that whatever was inside the apartment, couldn' t get out for the best. It sounds silly, but a situation like that doesn' t rationalize. It' s impossible to think clearly. You feel, fear, anxiety, anything but mental clarity. That' s why absurd things are usually done. As soon as I finished closing something well. He knocked on the door from the inside with a lot of force. Like I was a little loaded over the door. The push pulled me back. I ran down the stairs and got in the car and rushed to turn it on. I got out of the parking lot crawling. In fact, I almost got hit by a van. When I went out I drove without thinking where I was going. I remember I spent at least 20 minutes driving before I stopped I had to know what I was going to do. It wasn' t like I could just not come back and I already have money, but not enough to leave an apartment. I couldn' t think of anything, so I started the car again and drove until I saw a burger stand on an avenue. That post is open 24 hours a day. I wasn' t really hungry, but I knew I had to eat something to get it off, even if it was a little scary. I was there until about six in the morning and then I went

16:30 back to the car and drove to my mother' s house. I was sure she' d know what to do. I arrived at about six thirty my parents were already awake. I barely got to say hello to my dad because I was just on my way out. I went into the house and my mother invited me to coffee, told her how things had been and then she went to her room. He took out a small book and gave it to me with a rosary and a Saint Benedict medal. Then he explained to me what pages I should read and how I should read them. She assured me that, by doing that, I could no longer be bothered by those things. She told me that many years ago, in the village where she grew up one of her neighbors, she had had problems with bad vibes that broke into her house and with the objects my mother gave me. The neighbor was able to get rid of those bad vibes. I trusted my mother.

17:30 As soon as I finished my coffee, I went back to my apartment. I' m not going to say I came here like a brave man. When I put the key in to open the door, I was scared to death, but I didn' t get away. I opened the door and as soon as I set foot inside the apartment, I began to pray what my mother had told me and ventured the whole process. It took me about half an hour to finish everything. While I was doing that my mother had told me, there were a few nsfestations, blows, sounds, flashing lights, but nothing too intimidating. In fact, I don' t even walk through the shadows that had made me run out of the house. Every time I talked about this, they tell me what my mother told me to do was a ritual. To me, that seems a little strong, because I don' t think anything that involves God can be called ritual, but I could say Catholic ritual. I don' t think that term is that inappropriate.

18:32 Then I could finish the Catholic ritual without any inconvenience, and the truth is that it worked. Nothing has happened in the department since that time, and I' m sure nothing will happen to a child again. It all started one night with my friends, celebrating one of them' s birthdays. We were talking about paranormal issues and at one point they decided to go to a cemetery to see if we could find something supernatural. I' ve always believed in these things and I' m really scared, so I didn' t want to go. I tried to deflect the conversation, but they were very excited about the idea. I eventually gave in to pressure, especially after they mocked me asking if anyone was afraid or if they needed me to call their mom. We went to a nearby cemetery accessible from the back due to a uneven terrain. Once inside we look for a good place for what my friends would like to do. We came to an area with graves of children and without knowing what to do. Orlando suggested that we remain silent and watch around waiting to see some ghost after a while, seeing nothing but darkness and some animals. Orlando said we should try to call the entities to approach.

20:03 This scared me even more because I had read that this should not be done without knowledge. Orlando then spoke aloud inviting any entity present to approach, assuring that we did not want to disturb for several minutes nothing happened. My friends started asking questions in the air, first seriously and then mockingly, asking if the spirits wanted beer or things like that. I warned them it wasn' t a good idea to make fun of me, but they called me afraid and they kept on playing jokes challenging me to join them. Despite my fears, I decided to follow the game before the mockery and looks of my friends, I took a beer and walked between the tombs, offering one to each, while telling them that I came to celebrate with them. That moment felt terumped when a beer placed on a grave exploded without anyone touching it. We were silent, looking at the pieces of bottle and looking at each other without understanding what had happened suddenly it seemed as if someone started walking near us moving through the weeds and then running. We all look scared. Just when I was going to suggest we should go. My friend Ana screamed and fell to the ground saying that someone had pulled her hair, but there was no one

21:34 behind her. That was enough for us all to run out of the cemetery. After that, I didn' t want to go on with them that night. I was upset and scared, so I decided to go home the next day. Still nervous and a little scared, I wanted to talk to someone about what happened, but I was embarrassed to tell what we had done. I preferred not to say anything and move on two days later something woke me up. At night I heard light steps outside my room and a little girl humming, thinking she was my younger sister Greece, I told her it was late and to go back to sleep the next day. I asked him if he got up during the night, but he said he didn' t know what he was talking about that night. Very tired from work, I went straight to sleep later. Something woke me up again and I heard a girl humming, but this time the sound came from the ground floor. I thought it might be my sister doing something I didn' t want us to know, so I got up and headed that way. As I passed through my sister' s room, I saw her sleeping in her bed, but I kept listening to the hum coming from below. I was ashamed to admit that I was so afraid to come down alone after hearing that sound. So I went to my mother' s room to ask her to come down with

23:08 me to check. When I opened the sound to her, I stopped and explained to her what happened the night before and that Greece had told me it wasn' t her. My mother was surprised and we decided to go down together, but we found nothing. My mother tried to reassure me that it might have been a dream, but I knew it wasn' t, and that scared me. I spent the next two nights without incident, although I was going to sleep fearfully, but the third night my mother woke me up shouting my name. I ran out of my room and saw my little sister in the hallway worried too. My mother came out of the frightened bathroom and told me that when she went to the bathroom she listened to the girl and something pushed the door against her. She fought to open the door while something pushed her from the outside. He yelled at my name and the door opened, but there was no one. That night, my mother decided that the three of us would sleep together in her room. I confessed to him what my friends and I had done in the cemetery and how I thought that had triggered the events at home. My mother was upset and disappointed, but seeing my fear, she assured me that we would seek help. The next day, my mother contacted the father of our church to come and bless the house.

24:34 He didn' t go into detail with him out of fear that he wouldn' t believe us. After agreeing on a payment, the father came and blessed the house without anything strange happening. My mother spoke to him in a subtle way about the events, but he did not give him much importance, ensuring that the blessing would bring peace to our home. After the father left, my mother hugged me by making sure everything was going to be okay and made me promise not to do anything like the cemetery again. The day passed without further incident and when the night arrived we hoped to be able to rest without problems. However, I was woken up by heavy blows. I left my room and saw my mother in the hallway hugging my sister. The blows came from the bathroom, sounding like someone was banging on the door from inside with a lot of force. Suddenly, the blows stopped, but the silence that followed was disturbing. Then, in the dark, we saw the silhouette of something big in front of the bathroom door, moving my sister screamed and we ran to my mother' s room, where we locked ourselves by placing a small sofa in front of the door like a barricade. I tried to act bravely to protect my family, but the fear was overwhelming or we lived again that sound of a girl walking down the hall standing in front of my mother' s bedroom door. We couldn' t sleep anymore that night

26:10 and even at dawn. Fear did not abandon us. We had a hard time gathering the courage to open the door to the room. Father' s blessing had not served. So my mother contacted an aunt interested in the esoteric that I knew people specializing in clean and ritual. My aunt came with a nice old man who heard our story from the beginning. He went through the whole pensive house and then talked to us. He made it clear to us that he was not a sorcerer, but a believer in God with a special gift to perceive such situations. He explained to me that, by mocking and defying those entities in the cemetery something spiritual, he had stuck to me what I had brought home that night. She promised to help us, but said she needed more than a clean one in the house. He looked at me seriously and explained that we would have to go to the cemetery to make a prayer and an offering, which would help take that thing off of me, as it was attached to me and not to the house. Then I would do a final prayer and a clean prayer throughout the house. That day he made several prayers in the house. He used what I think was holy water and smoke from some grass he didn' t know. Then he gathered us in the room to make another prayer for us. Before leaving, he advised

27:42 us to entrust ourselves to God and try to sleep together that night. In case something bad happened, he said he would come back the next day to go to the Cemetery and finish the last sentence in the house. That afternoon I was anxious to have him pass by quickly so that the lord would come back and finish his job. The fear of the night before was still with me. That night we decided to stay in my mother' s room. I asked my mother to sleep with my sister and told her not to worry that I would be awake. She agreed, asking me to wake her up if I felt tired so I could sleep too. The night spent quiet for the most part. I was hoping to feel tired, but the fear was stronger than my tiredness. I don' t know what time it was, but while I was looking for a magazine, I started hearing strange noises, like something was crawling down. My breathing accelerated. I was trying to calm down to stay alert. I almost expected to hear the girl with her peculiar sound. But instead I heard a horrible complaint, though not very loud.

28:57 It was terrifying like someone' s dying lament and I kept hearing that drag down the floor. Suddenly, everything was quiet. I was just hoping that nothing else would happen that night and that early dawn a strong, dry blow interrupted. My thoughts sounded like something had fallen to the ground, and that woke my mother up. She signaled me to keep quiet and I pointed to my little sister that she was still asleep. I approached my mother and whispered to her that I was hearing noises downstairs. We stayed listening. For a moment nothing was heard, but then we began to hear dragging and grumbling horrible steps. My mother, scared, took me by the strong hand. The steps began to climb the ladder. Approaching the door of our room, I got up fast. My mother hugged my sister and stood between the bed and the door, pushing her with my feet hoping to keep what was outside from coming in, but nothing else happened that night. I still stood by the door until dawn. In the morning the man who was helping us came back.

30:18 We told him what happened and he wasn' t surprised. He explained that sometimes entities don' t want to leave, but he assured us that we would end all that day. The process wasn' t as complicated as I thought. Always using a Bible. I followed all his directions, albeit with great fear. After those two days of prayers, we no longer heard any strange noise. However, we had a sense of fear and mistrust. I no longer felt safe getting up at night and my mother felt the same way. We never felt safe again in our home and so, after another month, we decided to move out looking to leave those events behind and move on with our lives. They' re not goblins. One summer, when I was a kid, my parents sent me to stay with my grandparents during the holidays in the village where my grandparents lived, they were good people, they were very hospitable. They were not the best parents, but, like all parents, they are not the best with their children and, for the same reason, they always seek to be the best grandparents. The place where my grandparents lived was several miles from the nearest city. In fact, my grandparents didn' t have direct neighbors. The land of my grandparents was quite

31:49 large, so the nearest neighbor' s house was more than 150 meters away. For my good luck, I had the fortune to meet was a girl after a few days of arriving and we became friends quickly. Her name was Jessica Bajita thin long hair. His dress was very simple, but very eye - catching. Both of them. We liked to go to the woods and be there for hours. It was the only place where there was something entertaining to make that forest. It wasn' t particularly dense, but how it seemed to spread was too big. Jessica showed me some trails that moved into the forest, but without getting too deep into the thickness of the trees.

32:38 There were other trails that did enter the forest, but Jessica never took them. In fact, I avoided them. If we spent too much time without seeing anything she recognized, we would immediately turn around until we were in a family territory. Again, we also turned around when we got too close to the creek. On one occasion I couldn' t resist it and ran towards the stream. I really wanted to go swimming a little. It was just a meter from the creek. When Jessica yelled at me to stop her scream. It wasn' t normal. It sounded like he was gonna break his voice. As I turned, I watched her stand still, almost pale and her eyes very dilated. Contemplating the stream and the forest that extended beyond, his posture was quite rigid. His hands were tight on his sides. I felt like she was about to cry. I decided then to come back to see what was wrong with him. I already considered her my friend, but regardless of that, it was obvious that she was getting this way for some reason. In particular, although the stream did not present a great challenge, neither by its depth nor by its current and we had not gone too far into the forest, its restlessness was more than evident. On the way back I tried to ease the attention by commenting on the ease with which we could

34:08 have continued, but she remained silent. We headed for a clearing that we used to use as a basis for our adventures, where he finally stopped to share his story. He talked about a friend who used to explore those same forests and how they had once found the creek just like we did. Then they met some children across the stream that looked different. Disturbingly, he detailed the physical particularities of these children, such as the inclined head of one and the abnormal smallness of the other. He admitted to acting cruelly toward them, mocking their strange appearance and behavior. Those children never reacted aggressively or crossed the stream. Despite the provocations, they only kept observing and emitting peculiar sounds.

35:04 She says it gave her the impression that the children had no tongue. She and her friend made up stories about them, saying they ate people and did strange things. But in time, fear went away and they began to challenge those children to cross the stream that separated them, something they never did. She hinted that he was afraid to cross because he was afraid of the girls. The boy simply walked away into the forest until he disappeared from his sight. Jessica joked with her friend that she should follow him if she didn' t want to be considered a coward. They both decided to cross the creek, which was not large and follow the child into the forest. They went a little further and began to hear a strange noise. It was like a snap. Suddenly they were surrounded by several of those children who appeared as ghosts among the trees. Jessica was paralyzed by fear, unable to move, just watching the children and wondering what was going to happen. Then, one of them, the one with the sided head, grabbed her friend. She screamed and that got Jessica out of shock. He ran as fast as he could across the stream and didn' t stop until he got home, crying and with difficulty breathing. People were trying to understand what had happened, but Jessica

36:36 was too upset to talk. When I asked her what had happened to her friend, she shook her head fighting tears. He felt guilty for leaving her behind. She waited for hours for her friend to come home so she could cry together and swear never to cross that stream again. But her friend didn ' t, she never came back. No one looked for her because she was an orphan. Jessica never said anything, so no one knew they should look for her. Looking into the forest and the stream, her voice broke when she said that the children took her away without knowing what they did to her. I tried to comfort Jessica, even though I didn' t know what to say. She no longer paid attention to me and rose up shaking the land from her shorts walking towards the village. I kept asking her to wait, but she just said she was going home. He couldn' t stay in the woods that day and suggested I should go home, too.

37:38 He insisted that he not cross the creek under any circumstances, although part of me wanted to return to the creek. Jessica' s story had scared me so much that I barely got close enough to see him through the trees. I looked for some sign of the children, wanting to find something to confirm the story, but nothing came. The other shore was empty, without signs of life and I dared not investigate any more As the sky was darkened. I started the way home thinking about the children' s story. For a moment, I almost bothered Jessica for scaring me with a story that I was beginning to think was made up. I thought I' d created everything, including an orphan girl, to scare me. I laughed at my own credulity in considering how easily I had believed in his account. During dinner. That night I asked my grandparents if they' d heard of someone disappearing in the woods. They looked at each other curiously as if they looked into his memory.

38:45 My grandmother, after thinking for a moment, said she didn' t remember something like that. My grandfather agreed, wondering why I was so curious. I told them I' d heard some kids talk about a girl who disappeared. My grandmother then recalled that, although she did not know of a disappearance, she did remember a girl terrified by the woods. A few years ago, she told how the girl had run out of the terrified woods screaming and crying. She clarified that she did not do much research on the matter or out of respect for the father of the girl who had asked to leave her daughter alone, but knew that the girl had been disturbed for weeks locked in her room without talking to anyone. My grandmother commented that whatever happened really shook the girl. That story filled me with sudden terror, making me wonder if the story Jessica had told me could be true. That night it took me to sleep and I had a nightmare. I don' t remember the nightmare, but I know I had it because I woke up agitated sweating and I even screamed. My grandfather. He walked into the room quickly, followed by my worried grandmother. I felt shame as I got rid of the sheets and got up explaining that it had only been a bad nightmare. That morning I walked into the woods hoping to meet Jessica, but she wasn' t

40:19 anywhere. I looked down the road several times looking for her, but she didn' t show up. I went back to my house and then back into the woods, finding no trace of her, I decided to wait for her in our favorite clearing. She wasn' t there when I arrived and after waiting an hour, I began to wonder if something bad had happened to her. But even if so, I didn' t know what I could do about it, as I didn' t know where I lived. Almost without thinking, I started walking towards the stream. After all, I had only promised not to cross it. Also, if she was able to escape the children when it was bar they were right next to her, I could also run away in case they appeared to me I walked towards the stream a little nervous. Once I could see the stream, I approached carefully trying not to make noise. Finally it was only a few meters from the bank of the stream. At that moment, a fleeting movement captured my attention. At first I hadn' t noticed it because I was looking down, but as I looked up, I saw the silhouette of something I couldn' t identify.

41:31 It clearly rocked gently with the breeze as if it were hanging from the branches. The leaves concealed the distant form that had to be several meters away. I immediately forgot the promise I had made to Jessica. I needed to know what that thing was. Just as I was about to go down to the edge of the stream, a call startled me and set me up in an instant Jessica was behind me clinging to a tree as if she could fall without her support. Though his tone was angry, his face was pale. He signaled me to get close. I turned my body raising an arm to point out what I had seen between the branches, but I could not locate it again. I tried to explain that I had seen something looking between the leaves for the rocking shape. Jessica insisted that we go trampling on the ground with frustration because she realized that I was willing to cross the stream. Jessica, trying to stop me, bumped into me with all her strength, sending us both, rolling down the shore and falling into the stream. We screamed and we shook as the muddy water fell, bubbling over us, and I crawled away to the opposite shore of the stream. She followed me by instinct, not because she wanted to cross the other side of the ARROYOAA to or we got out of the stream water and we got up. Jessica' s

43:04 first reaction was to hold on to my arm. I was begging us to leave, but I wanted to know what that was that I had seen a couple of minutes before. So I started walking. My friend didn' t want to move, but as I was pressed by my arm, she followed me to the place where I thought I saw something. Hanging from the trees, we found nothing out of the ordinary. Despite that, I wanted to find something. As we advanced the forest around us it became quieter as if we had entered an area where even the animals avoided being. Despite his fear.

43:44 Jessica stood by me, although she was visibly frightened. After walking a little longer, we came across a rocky formation and a small cave. What really caught our attention was a strange doll standing in front of the cave entrance. Looking at us, the wrist had a peculiar appearance, with an elongated forehead and small dark eyes, and its skin seemed to be made of worn tissue. Before I could fully process what we saw, terrified Jessica insisted that we get away from there. She was convinced that the doll was not a doll, but that it was one of those weird kids, which seemed to give her intense fear. Despite your fears. I tried to reassure her by arguing that she was just a doll and not a threat. However, at the time I set out to examine her more closely, Jessica released me and in less than a second I was already running back to the stream with the clear intention of crossing it and going home, but she stopped strangely. I was gonna yell at him to wait for me. But in that before releasing the first word another doll, this one looks more careful and realistic than the previous one. I was standing in the place where we had been moments before.

45:13 This new doll, with its short brown hair and worn red dress, watched us with a disconcerting intensity. At a time of panic, as a doll who vaguely remembered a girl took a step towards me, all my efforts focused on escaping. However, Jessica, as if under a spell, advanced toward the doll unable to resist. While Jessica kept walking like hypnotized, I ran and grabbed her arm to take her with me, but she didn' t react in a desperate attempt. I grabbed a stone and pushed it hard into one of those dolls. When I hit him, the cloth broke, letting me see I was under that cloth There was rotten meat full of worms.

46:04 When I realized several of those things weren' t surrounding each other. Jessica was still walking totally hypnotized. She was lost. There was nothing to do for her, so I left her and ran to the creek. One of those things went through me, but I pushed it. I was able to cross the creek. Looking back, I saw those things and Jessicas went into the depth of the forest. I ran like I' d never done before until I got to my grandparents' house that night. They noticed my fear and stayed awake with me trying to offer me comfort. The next day they tried to understand what had happened to me, but I couldn' t explain it clearly. I only told them that I had a nightmare after falling asleep in the woods, although they tried to take it with humor and I knew the order that something serious had happened, especially because Jessica had disappeared and I didn' t say anything about it. Despite having an idea of what might have happened to her for the rest of my vacation, I decided not to stay away from my grandparents, staying home most of the time. When people started looking for Jessica, my grandparents asked me if I knew anything, although inside I knew I should talk about what had happened. I chose to keep quiet and say that the last time I went to the woods, I

47:37 had been alone. The reality is that I feel a deep guilt for what happened persecuted, I did hiking and camping for as long as I can remember. I think, if I add up the hours I' ve given that to in my life, I' m sure I' ve been in nature longer than watching movies. It was what could be understood as an explorer. Then, after that, I managed to convince some friends from high school and then from college to come on some trips with me. My passion for nature remained strong long after I graduated from college, which my parents did not believe.

48:27 They were sure that as soon as I got a job, I would not go back to a hill or forest, but they were wrong as all my old fellow hikers began to give up the hobby. It became more difficult to arrange a trip. In the end it seemed that he did intend to go hiking as regularly as he wanted. I' d have to start going alone at first alone walking seemed a little boring, but eventually I realized it was real pretty funny. The big advantage was that it was not limited, so others wanted to do where they wanted to go or when a trip could take place. I could just think about it and do it. Most of the time I didn' t even have to make plans in advance, because, as I was just going to, I could improvise to get out of work on a Friday afternoon and then spend the whole weekend in the woods before returning to bed on Sunday night. The only real concern about going alone is security. In case of an accident. No one would be there to help me in case something went wrong, I' d be alone in fact.

49:43 For the same reason, I saw myself in the need to get a gun, not illegally. I had my military service, so at one time I went to Mexico City, I bought a gun I only took it with me when I was going to explore places not as friendly as the mountains or places in villages with dangerous situations. Like anywhere else a person can go, it ' s not really the wildlife you should be afraid of. It' s people. As I mentioned. You hear some really crazy stories, and I heard a lot of them. On one occasion I wanted to go to a remote place whose only way to enter was to drive to a rural area where there was not too much population. When I got there, there was a girl there because of her way of dressing. It was obvious he was there for hiking. I parked at a distance from her I wanted to talk to her We made a little eye contact, and we started talking. We exchanged greetings and asked her if she was okay and she said no. And that was it. Turns out her friend stood her up for a walk she had been waiting for very eagerly and was not anxious to drive all the way home.

51:07 He was considering climbing the trail alone, but he also wanted to see if he could convince his friend to get out. Anyway, since I was very aware that hiking alone as a woman was not the brightest idea. I knew inviting her to walk with me was a great way to meet a very pretty girl who clearly shared a passion for nature. So I just did it and asked him if he wanted to come with me. There was a moment of hesitation on her part. He didn' t seem like the kind of girl who would just walk out on a remote forest path with a complete stranger and for a second I thought he was going to turn me down, but he looked at me with a big smile and said yes. He told me his name was Alicia. We started walking and I explained to her that I was planning to camp somewhere to stay for the weekend, but that I would be happy to accompany her back to her car when she was ready to leave.

52:12 She thanked me once we felt more comfortable with each other. I can safely say that it was one of the best first dates, so to speak, that I had been on definitely had this kind of atmosphere. We talked a lot at first about hiking, places we had been, difficult situations we had faced and things like that, but eventually we started talking about other things as well, such as our jobs, our families and relationships. She told me that she had been single for a while, but that she was not looking for anything at the time, but she also quickly added that if something appropriate appeared, she would be open to change her mind. Maybe an hour after our walk we were walking by the edge of a stream. When Alicia stopped to take a picture, then asked me to wait a second while sending a text message to her friend. Because of all the hills around us.

53:15 The signal was a little hard to get. While she was texting, I went a little further down the river waiting for Alicia to finish doing her thing. When something caught my attention, perhaps about fifty or sixty meters downstream, a flash of movement in the trees very slightly, but I saw it clearly. I went back to Alicia to ask her if she had a stiff spriya or something, but when she said yes, I didn' t feel completely calm. It was good that we could both defend ourselves in case of an animal attack, but at the same time I didn' t want anything to ruin our walk, especially if that something turned out to be a bear.

54:01 I told her I thought I saw something downriver she said she' d keep her eyes wide open and then we went our way as usual. Perhaps an hour later we left the trees and arrived at an open meadow that went up slightly. When we reached the top, or rather where the slope became a steep hill, we stopped and turned around to contemplate the view. Then I saw a dark figure moving parallel to the edge of the forest. I couldn ' t really distinguish any details because of the difference of light, but there was definitely something there, and just when I thought they might be just a hiker, the figure stopped, turned its profile and stood still. At first I thought they might be doing their needs or something. But then I realized that they were watching us s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s e s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s She turned to look and then gave me a skeptical answer. When I asked him if he could see anything. She asked me if I was 100% sure that the person had been watching us and, to be honest, I didn' t know for sure. I just had a bad feeling based on the brief glimmer of movement in the trees near the creek. I tried again to make him look

55:31 in the right place and when I turned to look again I saw that there was no one there. I scanned the edge of the forest for the third time in almost so many minutes and there was nothing there, but I still felt very restless and suggested that we simply continue. Our original plan had been to walk around the base of the hill we had reached and then return along the same path to where Alice' s car was parked. But because of how restless I was, I suggested that we walk around so we don' t have to go back on our steps. After walking a mile or so, the tension had started to dissipate, no one was following us anymore, at least it didn' t seem like that and I was starting to think I was just making paranoid. Not much. After going back into the forest, we arrived at another stream. Alicia seemed delighted with it and started taking pictures. While I was walking around, he liked the place so much that he wanted to stay there for a while to rest and eat some snacks and while we were doing it, he planned to send text messages to his friend with the photos if the signal allowed. While Alicia was busy trying to send messages, I excused myself to go do my needs somewhere private and then went into the trees to find a secluded place. I found a place and I

57:07 did my thing and just as I was turning back I heard something in the trees behind me. It reminded me instantly of that feeling of being followed, only this time I really made an effort to find out if there was something or someone that was following us I started walking directly to where I had heard the noise, calling and asking if there was anyone there, and then I saw this big guy dressed in hiking gear that was walking away from me at a pace that I found somewhat reassuring as if I could give him the benefit of the doubt, but at the same time, I was now facing the evidence that we were being followed. The odds of meeting someone especially off the trails are almost zero. So, even though I was convinced that they were following us, I still wanted to confront that guy to make sure I called him not in an overly aggressive way, just to get his attention. I was planning on asking her something pretty innocent like she was okay or something, but when she turned around, I was dumb. He was dressed like a hiker, but he wore these thick, heavy gloves, almost like those riot control gloves you see with hard knuckles and the bottom half of his face.

58:31 It was covered with a home protector from those where only the eyes of the person are seen, although wearing a facial cover like that was totally normal before and was still accepted to some extent. Nowadays, it was definitely not common to see, especially because the guy didn' t have any orange indicators on his clothes for the house or any weapon he could see I felt something to the or aviated, seeing that he didn' t have any weapons in his hands, but the fact that he was covering his face meant that he was obviously up to something bad and then there was the fact that he just refused to answer me. When I finally asked him if everything was all right, he just gave me a look for a second and then turned back and walked away into the forest. At that time my mind was running a thousand an hour to follow us on a single path was one thing, but this guy had potentially tracked our way through an open meadow and then, by chance, stayed on our trail. Even though we crossed the hill and took a seemingly random route, I ran back to Alicia. I told him exactly what I ' d seen and told him we needed to move fast. I told him I knew he sounded crazy and completely understood. Why would I think he was a weird guy, but I' d rather he thought he was weird and

1:00:06 live than act out at nothing and risk our lives. I started walking as I signaled him to follow me. She just stood still, but instead of following me, she told me she was acting like a real asshole and if they were following us, she would have noticed something about it. She wasn ' t a helpless little girl either, so she felt like she was acting like she was. According to her, the fact that someone was on our path did not mean that he acted maliciously. I guess the only mitigating factor was this idea that she thought it was me that was trying to trick her into doing something to her. I fully understood and suspected that his reluctance came from there and not from being naive not to trust enough to ignore my warnings.

1:01:00 By that time we were both being quite noisy arguing from one side to the other and I realized that our volume would make it very easy for someone to locate us and catch us unsuspecting. I remember looking around just to make sure we were still alone and I felt that chilling feeling that comes with knowing that they' re really watching you. Honestly, I thought if I just started walking Alicia, I' d come around somehow, and I' d keep going, so that' s what I did. I started walking back just once to see if she was going to follow me or not. She seemed furious Alicia refused to listen to my warnings about the man she thought was following us. According to her we were letting fear dominate us, which was probably just another hiker enjoying nature. But something inside of me told me we were in danger. As I walked away keeping a prudent distance from Alicia, something happened that frozen the blood in my veins. The mysterious man emerged from among the trees and began to walk where I was. For this she had to pass right next to Alicia, but she didn' t react to that.

1:02:22 It was as if she couldn' t see it, as if for her the man were invisible. At that moment, all my alerts went off. There was no time to look for logical explanations to what was happening. The man accelerated the pace almost now running straight to me. The adrenaline took over my body and without thinking about it, I began to run driven by fear. I ran down the path dodging low branches and exposed roots. Without daring to look back, I could hear the man' s footsteps behind me getting closer and closer. Suddenly I stumbled upon a fallen trunk, hurling me forward with a force that left my body breathless. He hit the floor covered with leaves. With effort I got ready to keep running, but I stopped dry. The man was standing there in front of me motionless like a statue.

1:03:20 There was no aggressiveness in his posture. He was just there looking at me, saying nothing, doing nothing, not even blinking. The intensity of his gaze. It was penetrating as if it could see through me, fear paralyzed me. I couldn' t run, I couldn' t scream, I could barely breathe. In one last desperate attempt to do something, anything, I asked him what he wanted from me, but what happened next challenged all logic. The man just disappeared. There was no flash of light, no cloud of smoke, nothing. One second I was there and the next there was no one. I stood there trying to process what happened. My knees were shaking and I felt the pulse in my throat. The man who had followed me, who had appeared and disappeared. He was a ghost.

1:04:16 There was no other possible explanation. It wasn' t a figment of my imagination. I can assure you of that. Restaurant. I own a small restaurant in a very small town. The restaurant does not receive many people, only the inhabitants of the village and some people from outside looking to eat something. When they arrive I like to introduce myself to serve you their food. I own and waiter. I only have two people who help me in the kitchen. I inherited my parents' restaurant and spent practically my whole life in this town, except for some trips to nearby events such as markets and state fairs, but that' s only on special occasions. I enjoy the peace and tranquility of my lifestyle and consider that I have a pretty good life I have wonderful friends, the most loving husband and a beautiful girl. Same thing about everything in my life being okay. I haven' t experienced very exciting things about five years ago. I think this happened in early July, right after my 27th birthday. A young woman staggered into the restaurant I reckon she was a few years younger than me. The poor girl seemed to have not slept well in weeks with dark shiners so dark that I had to take a

1:05:47 moment to make sure they weren' t bruises. He sat at a table and I approached him to serve him coffee that he accepted gratefully. I took her order and moved to sit in front of her. Instead of asking her if she had stories to tell, I decided to ask her if she was okay, since the way her eyes were moving around the room and how her hands were shaking violently when she tried to use the cutlery, made me think she might be in danger. He looked at me and his eyes began to fill with tears and just told me he wouldn' t believe him. I remember how he looked down at the table as he moved his hands to scratch the skin of his arms, which were already covered with long red marks.

1:06:35 She told me someone was following her, someone she thought was not a human. The first time you saw him was a few months earlier. She had gone out with some friends and didn' t realize how late it was and when she started coming home, it was almost 2: 00 in the morning. The fastest way home required using a desolate little path that didn' t light it one or one light and told me that I was so worried about a big exam I had to study for, that I didn' t think about the dangers of walking around at night. As she walked, she felt that terrible feeling that someone was watching her and from nowhere a wave of anxiety invaded her. His heart began to beat frantically and he covered himself with cold sweat. Then he noticed her watching her from the tree line. He was tall and vaguely human- shaped, although he said he would hesitate to call it that and by the way he meant abnormally tall more than two meters.

1:07:38 His skin was pale and sick and his eyes were injected into blood, accompanied by an impossiblely broad smile that revealed too many horribly stained teeth. So he could see the thing was completely bald and dressed in camouflage clothes, the guy the hunters and the military wear. He told me that he was paralyzed by watching him look at the thing with absolute horror and just stood there smiling at him. Eventually he reacted and ran, but the thing made no move to follow it. All she did was turn around and keep smiling as she ran. She told me that when she came home, she suddenly felt a terrible urge to throw up. She said that night she had nightmares beyond horrible ones, so much so that during the morning she had woken up screaming four times the girl was very bad. I had to go to the counter to get him some napkins and a glass of water. After calming down he kept talking.

1:08:44 As he fell the next night, he saw the thing again this time watching it from the window of his living room. Instead of being paralyzed. Again she started screaming and when her sister ran to see what was going on, she looked out the window and became pale as a ghost. She asked her sister if she saw him too, and she only nodded before dragging her out of sight of the thing and calling the police. After seeing that thing again, he threw up again. When the police arrived. They made them worse. They, of course, found nothing, but as both she and her sister were completely certain of what they had seen, the police assumed that someone was stalking them with the intention of sneaking into the house to do something to them, so they stayed out of the place watching. It was all night, the sun came up, and no one showed up, so the cops didn' t leave without telling the girl and her sister that anything would call them right away. She was so scared that she decided not to leave her house for a week. In those seven days he kept the windows covered and did not approach either the front door or the door facing the courtyard.

1:10:01 After that week she decided to relax and went out, not so much because she wanted to, but because her sister was gone and there was nothing for dinner, so she had to go to the store, which was about ten minutes from her house walking. It wasn' t that late, but it wasn' t an hour when there were a lot of people on the street either. He barely walked five minutes before he had that feeling. Again, the unmistakable sensation of being observed accompanied by cold sweats and horrible anxiety, turned his gaze toward an alley that was not too far away and there he was tall and pale as death, with the same eyes injected into blood and smile with too many teeth, and that same camouflage outfit that always seemed to wear she turned and ran at full speed back home. The huge problem was that on that occasion that thing did chase her. She told me she' d always been a good runner. He participated in athletics in high school and even reached the state finals, and this was certainly the time he had run faster in his life. But that thing somehow caught up with her in a matter of seconds and grabbed her shoulder. At that moment one of the sleeves of his sweatshirt came down and I could see that on his shoulder there was a big scar in the shape of a hand. After showing me the scar,

1:11:33 she told me she remembered falling down on the floor screaming terrified and just before she passed out, she said she saw the thing lean over her and with that horrible smile still on her face. He said a word he didn' t understand. He woke up at the hospital. Two days later. There was her sister and her parents. When he recovered and after a couple of weeks of rest at home, he decided to go to the bus station and simply bought the ticket for the bus that was leaving earlier and it was so he got to the village where I live. She was pretty sure that, despite being hundreds of miles away from her house. She was very sure that at any moment, that horrible creature was going to find her. That said, he got up and left my restaurant. I guess she went to another town. I just hope the thing that chased her didn' t find her.

1:12:36 Stories written and adapted by Ramiro contreras