HIJO DEL DEMONIO, Una Secta Engendró Un Demonio En Mi Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 What I brought into the world. I was born on the day of the Solar Eclipse of nine hundred and ninety- one. The truth is, I haven' t had the courage to look exactly if this has anything to do with everything that happened to me. But from what I' ll report later, I think it' s important to mention it right now. To tell you the truth, all my life I could say that in my childhood I never felt there was anything weird about me or even that my life was different, but I guess that' s something that happens when you don' t know anything else. As soon as I grew up and had a greater sense of the world, I realized that what was happening in my childhood could not be completely normal, since my parents used to do things that no other father would do. For example, there was a kind of ritual that we did almost every Sunday where we sat at the dining table in the living room together with my brothers, and we all had to be totally quiet. Suddenly, my father would turn off all the lights in the house and block any light coming from outside, leaving the house in total darkness that would not let you see your hand in front of your face. And not only that, but I didn' t even give you a chance for your eyes to get used to the darkness. Because, after closing all the windows and curtains, he proceeded to light a red candle. I have always thought I had something special,

1:42 because, while the fire as such gives an orange glow, this candle shone too red a fire. It was almost as if it were a lamp with some red filter, although you could clearly see that it was fire. I remember well that Dad kept it on for about a minute and then they turned it off. What happened next was a little weirder. My mother stood beside the candle and snapped her fingers every five minutes and just as she snapped her fingers, the candle lit almost like magic. And not only that, but when my mother closed her fist, the candle went out without anyone touching it. Our only duty during all that time that kind of ritual lasted was to observe. We were not allowed, under any circumstances, to look the other way than the candle, no matter what we heard or believed to see from the corner of the eye. In the brief moments when there was light in the kitchen after a while, very strange things began to happen. We could hear how something turned the armchairs in the room, how things staggered and, if that were not enough, we also came to feel as if something was standing behind us. He had a very heavy breath, an iced breath that we could feel bumping into us and sometimes caressing our faces with hands that

3:15 seemed to be full of wounds already healed. On top of that, I had some long nails that seemed to be able to cut you off if I buried them more. Throughout this time span, we all felt very uncomfortable, although I don' t really remember feeling much fear about it. I was just uncomfortable with the simple fact that whatever it was, whatever it was. That was touching me. But, as I said before, that' s how I' d been raised basically since I remembered. For me that was normal, and I assumed that everyone in their homes was doing it and even though I didn' t understand the reason why we should do it. Without just like that it was how I thought the world worked and I couldn' t change it. Besides, it wasn' t something particularly scary or annoying.

4:09 It only happened once a week and nothing ever happened to us. That wasn' t the only thing my family was different about. Rather, we were totally different in all respects. We had no friends. We could only live with our brothers. I was the middle sister. I have another brother named Alan, who is three years older than me and my next sister, Lily is just one year younger than me. As we grew up we had many luxuries and comforts. Basically we had all the toys and video games we wanted and they were delivered to us almost the instant we asked for them, but the only rule was that we shouldn' t have conversation with anyone outside.

4:58 We didn' t go to school either Mom taught us at home and told us that all children were taught that way. But we all knew that was not true. Because of the TV shows we were watching and about our upbringing, we were rarely beaten by one of my parents. I don' t know if his philosophy was zero blows or if we just behaved well, even though the truth I don' t think it is. The latter, because there were times when, as children, we challenged the limits that our parents set and this caused us to be given punishments that, in my opinion, were much worse than a blow, depending on the severity of your mischief.

5:46 It was the price you would have to pay, although sometimes it was a simple fight between brothers or some blow, some of these were punished only with the punishment of video games or just go to bed without dinner. There were two destinies, and it' s just that, seriously, you went too far, for example, if you spoke badly to mom or dad or if you thought of trying to contact the outside world for any reason. And for either of these there were only two destinies. Generally speaking in a bad way to your mother or father sent you to the mirror closet, as his name suggests. It was a closet that my parents had conditioned with many mirrors of different shapes and sizes on each of the walls, also on the door and even on the ceiling, with only one spotlight that they had painted of violet color which gave a kind of ultraviolet light effect to the whole thing.

6:46 The focus could only be turned on with a switch that was outside. They ' d put you in there and lock you up. First it was all dark and believe me when I told them that that was the best part of all that punishment, because a few minutes later, that light lit up and all you could see was yourself, regardless of the direction you turned. Many will think that this is not exactly something to be terrified of, although when you spent the minutes in the mirrors you didn' t see exactly your face, of course it was you, but in some you looked different. I don' t mean these mirrors where you look deformed or with a slightly swollen face. In some you looked like you had an accident, like your face was burned or full of blisters. Sometimes you saw yourself with the flesh slowly pouring out of your face. You were there as long as your parents decided you' d had enough penance. And even though all this was somewhat traumatizing, the truth is that you could get rid of it for at least a moment, because if you closed your eyes very hard and resisted opening them, you could rest and imagine, even for a few seconds, that you weren ' t there. But the second punishment was that none of my brothers ever wanted to go, because there was no way to escape the horror that gave

8:18 you to be in that place. In one of the corners of our large courtyard, my father had built a sort of bunker He basically dug down a hole big enough to fit more or less two lying adults. Then he reinforced it with boards so that it would not collapse and installed a kind of door made of steel, which was perfectly hidden with some rocks. Sometimes they would get us there practically all day. To my luck, I was only there once. The reason they put me in there was because of the simple fact that this is it. I was playing video games when I was twelve and someone tried to contact me on the Internet and I responded. It was a most innocent talk about the game, but my parents were not at all happy with what I had been doing. It was the first time I went into that place. My brothers had been brought in more times, and the two of them were getting out so grumpy and hurt that they refused to talk about it at all costs. I remember being put in there and locked the door.

9:31 Everything was almost completely dark, except for some other leak of the sun ' s rays entering the place. At first I thought it was no big deal, as it was like being in a big box and at least there were no mirrors showing the horrible ways you could die. I figured I just had to wait a minute until they decided it was time to get out. The place was narrow, but I could stretch my legs so they wouldn' t fall asleep. I think it was, like, 20 minutes before I started feeling a little numb in my back. For a moment I came to think that that was the punishment itself and I even thought my brothers were exaggerating until I heard the sound. It was first like a little laugh, which seemed to come from the corner of that place where there was no part of my body. For a moment I thought that it was some outside sound and that I should not worry in the least, although I quickly realized that it was not and that that sound did come from the same place I was.

10:43 At first I had no idea what it might be. I even thought it might be a mouse. I remember I even knocked a little bit on the steel door that was above me to tell my dad that there was a mouse there, but I didn' t have any answer, so I just sat there waiting for my luck, it was such that it wasn' t about any mouse, as I' ve always panicked them a lot. As the minutes passed, I realized that that sound wasn' t from a mouse. It sounded like a laugh and every time you could tell that it was the laughter of a little boy, which, to my misfortune, I checked when about five minutes after this idea crossed my mind I saw something glowing at the bottom of that bunker were two gray eyes. At the same time I felt how with his small hands he began to subdue my ankles. They felt very strident and cold, so cold that I could swear they were dead. At that moment I got so scared that I took my legs and tried to hit the other end of the bunker as much as possible. My breathing was agitated and I knew I had no chance of getting out. I was only petrified by looking at that little one. He laughed again and then again. She asked me if I had been a bad girl. I didn' t know

12:13 what to answer. I just kept quiet. Still. He kept talking as if I had answered him and told me that no father liked to have bad children. He also told me that he was so bad one day that his parents locked him up and never let him out again. He told me that from that he knew how to be good, although he was also very hungry and followed. He crawled to where I was and I felt clearly how he bit my cheek so hard that I couldn' t help but scream a scream of horror almost immediately. I heard my father open the hatch and get me out of that place. The little one had disappeared, but his teeth were already marked on my cheekbone, which was beginning with blood. With regard to this punishment and also to what was meant by the mirror cabinet, my parents were never too specific. I mean, we weren' t sure how it worked or why it happened. Those things. It was just our normality.

13:16 That' s how the laws of the world were, though all this changed for me. When I was fifteen, I had an opening to the real world, of which I had not been allowed to participate. I never started talking to some people, who, after hearing everything I was living in my home, told me that it was clearly not normal. One of them even talked about being in a kind of cult, although to tell the truth, I wasn' t sure about this. Last, I' ve never seen more people hanging around the house. We didn' t have any kind of leader and we didn' t go to any cult either. Of course I knew nothing about the Bible, God, or even the Devil. That whole thing was very new to me at the time I met him when I was fifteen, but I still remember that I already had this mentality that maybe my parents could be planning something very shady for us. On one occasion around 3 a m, I came down from my room for some water and heard my father talking on the phone from his office. I was saying that I was already of age to meet the one who would be my husband. This scared the shit out of me. I didn' t know who I could deal with and I had been on the Internet long enough to know that I still had a lot of things I wanted to live before I got married I remember that after telling my brothers, I started drawing up a plan to run away

14:50 with them. At first, none of them were convinced, but we were all teenagers and clearly we had already been realizing that everything our parents had told us was not exactly the truth. So it didn' t take much insistence for them to finally decide to join me It had been so long since our captivity that none of our parents were with the guard so high and they didn ' t think we were able to escape. So one day around two o ' clock in the morning, we picked up a few belongings, took money, and ran out the front door. They didn' t even wake up and I don' t know if they looked for us, but we hid for many months for fear of being located by them. I' d like to say that there was a great escape, but the truth is it was very simple. I' ve always thought that my parents didn' t expect it at any time, but I think it was about five months before the money started to run out and we got into the job hunt. At first it was very difficult. We didn' t have documents, we didn' t even know what our parents were called. Basically, for the state, we didn' t exist. We had to do a long process to register.

16:11 They even let us choose our names and so we became normal people among others and very soon everyone began to have their own personality and find their own way. You could even say that the more we grew, the more we realized that we wanted to make our own lives and little by little we stopped living together and each one went away by his side. We' re still in touch. We weren' t in bad terms or anything like that, only that we wanted our own independence. We had already learned enough from the world to be able to follow our way by ourselves. By the time I lived alone and had good stability, I was about twenty- seven years old and had been entering and leaving different relationships because of our education. None of us would be considered to be someone with good mental health, but we were all striving to improve. I really wanted to find a good person to live the rest of my days together with him, just as cinema and television had painted me, but I had not found the right one. Usually, they were not looking for something serious or long- term, and I was, so for a long time I was single, although at the beginning of the two thousand eighteen I met the one who at that time seemed the ideal man

17:45 was quite attractive and very charming. I met him in a very romantic way, or at least that seemed to me, as at that time I was working as a barista in a cafe and he arrived. After the specifications of his coffee, he told me that, if I allowed him to tell me that those earrings were very cute, I smiled shyly, and he replied that maybe one day we could go somewhere, maybe for a coffee somewhere where I didn' t have to prepare it. I said yes, we exchanged phone numbers and then. He left, although only two minutes later he sent me a message to set the date day we had been talking about moments ago.

18:33 From the first moment I went out with him, I realized it was all I was looking for. He seemed very interested in me, he was kind, he was very funny and he was a gentleman and seriously, he seemed to like me. I think we spent about seven months of boyfriends when he asked me about a future together and soon afterwards I moved into his apartment along with him and praculte. That' s when I realized it came from a pretty rich family. Of course, he had told me at some point that he was working in his family business, but he had no idea it was going to happen to them, too. I even remember a couple of months later he suggested I quit my barista job at the cafe. For obvious reasons, I didn' t want to do it, as it gave me a little certainty to know that I was making my own money and I could leave.

19:29 I' ve always thought it' s kind of a sequel my parents left me, but anyway, our life seemed to be very good. Two months after we moved in together, she invited me to a family party to formally introduce myself to her parents. He told me that they were very interested in meeting me, so I wanted to make a very good first impression, although when I got there I realized it was more than just a little family reunion. His whole family was present, not only his parents, as I thought, for I assumed that, in addition to his parents, his brothers would be very much there. But instead I ran into his grandparents, uncles, and even cousins, although the weirdest thing was that they didn' t seem to be celebrating anything in particular. Rather it seemed that they had gone exclusively to Know Me I tried to like them all, greeting them with kindness, and they answered me. They seemed pretty normal and friendly, although the first strange thing happened there while we were sitting. My boyfriend told them that I was born on the day of the eclipse and then he gestured at me with his eyes to corroborate that information. I nodded and said yes and that, in fact, my mother had told me that just the moment everything had gone dark was when I opened my eyes, although this could only be like a random fact that would be lost in the middle of the conversation. The

21:03 truth is, it wasn' t like that. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They seemed too excited about the fact that I was born during an eclipse and wanted more details about it, details that I couldn' t give them because I didn' t even remember that moment of my life. But they kept talking about it, saying things like my health should be very good. I even remember my boyfriend' s grandfather saying something like my birth had managed to make the sun hide. I just threw an uncomfortable laugh waiting for us to change the subject very soon, but it wasn' t. They were talking about it for about half an hour. Even at some point I almost felt like some kind of celebrity among them, and that made me feel pretty uncomfortable, although I didn' t have the courage to ask them to change the subject, so I just held it until they stopped.

22:02 And after that, it seemed that it was the only data they wanted to know about me, since they no longer asked me more things like my tastes or even about my family, although I thanked this, as I did not like to talk about them. Every time I remember this moment, I think that this whole situation was very rare and without a doubt, it was a clear warning signal. I also remember well that, as we returned home, my boyfriend told me that everyone had been totally delighted with me and that I was practically already part of the family at the time I was so flattered that I even overlooked how strange that situation had been, as I thought that there were many women that her boyfriend' s family would not accept and that everyone would have received me. It was also a very lucky act for me to ruin it with my irrational thoughts. So I decided not to take any of that into account anymore. But even though I thought they' d stop, things got even weirder. After about three months of that meal, I began to notice that my boyfriend had some strange behaviors. I hadn' t noticed this before, as I was usually a person who had a very heavy sleep and since about eleven o' clock the night I was going to sleep.

23:30 I wasn' t waking up until the next day, but for some reason I don' t know, I started having very strong nightmares that forced me to wake up in the morning around three, so I realized that my boyfriend had weird behaviors. The first time I woke up and didn' t find him in bed, I went out to look for him and found him in the living room watching TV, but I was watching her in sheer static, staring at her. I asked him what he was doing. He seemed to come out of some sort of trance and turned to see me a little alarmed, as if I didn' t think I was going to wake up.

24:14 After examining the whole situation and realizing that I really had no idea what was going on, he smiled at me with that lovely smile he had and told me he was there because he wanted to go to the bathroom with me. That became very strange to me, as the bathroom was on the top and I let him know. He smiled again and told me that the TV was on and that' s why he had come down to pay for it. Honestly, at that time, that was enough explanation for me and I didn ' t want to dig into the subject anymore. We both went back to sleep. But as the other nights passed by and I kept waking up, I noticed that he was no longer there and whenever he looked at me, I was doing the same thing, either watching television statically or tuning the radio to sound just static. I didn' t understand it and whenever I asked him about it, he would change the subject or tell me it was very relaxing, although it wasn' t something he had told me before while we were getting to know each other and we had talked about it, but this was a completely new habit in him that I didn' t understand why he had kept it from me all that time, since I didn' t see anything wrong with him, even though I tried to ignore this habit thinking that maybe it was something that embarrassed him. Things started to get worse. He began to have episodes of sleepwalking very often, because when my nightmares woke me

25:48 up and opened my eyes, I found him standing at the foot of the bed, right next to me, staring at me in the darkness of the room with an ear smile or I was clearly asleep, as seconds later I would walk straight to the bed and lay back asleep almost instantly. And even though this was pretty bad, then he started doing other things. I was scratching the walls until I practically ran out of nails and bled my fingers, and even on one occasion I didn' t find it anywhere and when I left the apartment, I realized that I was ending up in the communal courtyard.

26:30 Almost immediately I approached to try to direct him back to the room. I remember when I touched his shoulder, he turned around, his eyes were closed, but he still kept that smile of ear to Ereja, which so characterized his sleepwalking. And before I could say anything he spoke and said this is where the bad kids will go. At that time I turned around to see and the hole was almost as deep and as big as the bunker my father had built in our childhood. And not only that. I can almost swear it wasn' t his voice, but my father' s, who had a long time not to have seen. It gave me so much chill that I almost immediately receded. At that moment, he reacted, looked disoriented in all directions and then looked at me. He asked me what was going on. I didn' t know what to say. Of course, I had already told him a lot about my childhood, including that horrible bunker.

27:37 At the time, I just told him I' d been digging. I didn' t want to make a big fuss about this, as I was perfectly aware that sleepwalkers are not responsible for the actions they do while in that state, so I just told her to go to sleep. He nodded and entered my house the more I stared at that hole. Almost instinctively I started covering it up again, trying to forget what had happened. It was as if my subconscious could not tolerate the idea of having a similar bunker in the place I now called home. The next morning, the landlady even caught our attention for what we had done. I explained to her about my boyfriend' s sleepwalking and she seemed to understand. We only had to pay a small fine to repair the lawn in that area and after that we sought professional help.

28:37 But the only thing that happened was that all of this was irritability. It seemed that all of these things that he was sleeping began to put a bill on his physical and mental health. He always looked tired and with big shiners. Not being able to have exactly all the energy he once possessed, he quickly became, something that was very easily irritated, because the pills he took for sleepwalking caused him a lot of sensitivity to noise and the light seemed to be altered to the slightest provocation. At first it was a cry here and there. Then he began to break whatever was in his hands bowls and at one point, he was about to hit me. He didn' t, but when I tried to tell him he wasn' t the only one who had bad days or problems. He threw a strong punch at the wall right next to me, I even felt the air very close to my face.

29:37 He apologized almost immediately. He said it wouldn' t happen again and that I had too much of my grocer, although at the time I was sure of one thing I didn' t want to be in a relationship like that. I remember back then I turned around and started picking up all my stuff. Throughout this time, he kept blaming himself and making sure that if he forgave him, he wouldn' t happen again and that he swore to me by his life, that I would never feel in danger with him again. He promised to do whatever it was, but he couldn' t leave it at the time, but my mind was too cloudy and I didn' t want to make such a hasty decision. I finished picking up a few belongings and went to my brother' s house, which at that time was also already living with his partner. I told them both what had happened and they both agreed that I had made the best decision. When I got out of there, they also told me I could stay there. As long as I needed while I was looking for a new place to stay. I was there three days, completely ignoring my boyfriend' s calls, until on one occasion, while my brother was not in the house and his partner was working in his room, they knocked on the door and when I went to open, I realized that it was my boyfriend' s mother greeted me and asked me if it could happen almost immediately. I tried to explain to her that

31:11 she wasn' t really interested in what she had to tell me and that she didn' t want to go back to her son. But instead of answering what I was telling her, she looked at me and told me that I was pregnant. This left me totally speechless. I was prepared to say a lot of arguments not to go back to her son and all of a sudden all that had been overshadowed by the simple fact that that woman told me that I was pregnant and as soon as I got out of shock, I just refused with my head telling her that it was not true to what she touched her nose with her index finger and told me that she had a good smell and that she was completely sure of what she was telling me. It was only a week before my period came, so that news came as a surprise to me. In fact, I didn' t believe him at the beginning, but at the time I had already lowered my guard enough to show me more cooperative what she had to tell me. So we both sat in the living room and she explained to me that her son had never behaved that way. He told me that he had already told him exactly how things had happened and he also swore to me that she had certainly not raised him to behave that way and that under no circumstances would she support such behaviors. He also told me that he was looking for another kind of treatments for his sleepwalking

32:44 and that he would definitely leave the pills so as not to take any more risk, to become that irritable ever again, if I decided to give him a second chance, although she fully understood that I no longer wanted to go back to him after what I had done, as I was aware that it was a totally reprehensible act. But he was also someone who believed in second chances, if the person was really sorry, but at the end of the day, it was my decision and I had all his support at the time. She placed her hand on my belly and told me much more now that both families joined together in a precious gift from the universe and that for that simple fact, I would always have the support of her whole family concerning money and also if I needed any kind of thing, since, as grandparents, they wanted to be part of the life of that baby that was brewing in my belly. And even if I decided not to return to his son, I could not forget that the father had certain legal and also moral rights over him. I don' t know why, but I remember when he said morals something inside of me shuddered. It was almost like I was some kind of threat, but in such a kind tone that I thought I was going crazy. I remember that at that moment, not knowing what to say,

34:16 I just smiled and nodded, although inside of me I thought that even if what that woman said about my pregnancy was true, the reality was that I wasn' t entirely convinced of myself is that I wanted to have it clear that this was just a thought, but almost as if she could read my mind immediately her smile was erased and her look now reflected a little bit of anger, although seconds later she smiled again and told me that if at some point I felt that this responsibility was too great for me, I could always consider that she would keep it, as I had a lot of love to give to that little creature. All this left me too uneasy, as it was almost as if she had answered my thought. But I wanted to seriously believe that it was just a coincidence, so I told him I was going to think about it and that I had things to do. Although I was very nervous about all that conversation, I decided to check if what he had told me was true. I ran to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test, which came out positive. At that time I really thought I wouldn' t have it. The idea of being a mother had never crossed my head and now that it felt so real, I felt terrified. I told my brother and he told me it was my decision and he would lean on what

35:47 I said, so I told him I would think about it and in the morning I would have a decision, although I don' t know how to explain this. During the night I had a very strange stil dream in which I tried to interrupt my pregnancy and that ended with lethal consequences for me. When I woke up, I was so scared. The whole idea of interrupting pregnancy caused me a lot of fear and I decided that the best option would be to have it after all, already thinking about it with the clarity of the morning, I thought it couldn' t be that bad. Almost at the same time I began to think that, given the new circumstances, perhaps my boyfriend did deserve a second chance. So, after a brief phone call, we stayed at a coffee shop to talk about what we would do about ourselves and the baby on the way. He was, of course, very happy. I think I' ve never seen anyone as happy with a baby as I was. He told me he would do everything to make that baby as big as he deserved to be and after he swore to me to look for any other sleepwalking treatments that weren' t pills. He agreed to come back to him as a sort of trial period to see if our relationship could work, so that, in that way, our baby could grow up with both parents. Everything was going pretty well at first. I mean, if

37:19 he was already an attentive and gentlemanly man before our fight, now he was very determined to try to make me happy and make me feel very good as long as he was near me, even when he wasn' t with me. I mean, he was always texting me, reminding me how important I was to his life along with that baby and, as he had promised, he kept his word looking for hypnosis sessions to try to lessen his sleepwalking episodes. But, unfortunately, while all this was happening, the covid epidemic arrived in Mexico and everything not indispensable was closed in a very short time, so the hypnosis sessions with the therapist were cancelled at the beginning of the pandemic.

38:06 Although he seemed to be a completely new man, he sometimes saw him get up, but he just sat on the bed and a couple of minutes later went back to bed. I hadn' t seen a better one like that, not even with the pills they had previously prescribed. Everything seemed to be fine, until cases of infection and deaths from the pandemic began to rise to an alarming extent. And that' s when both he and his mother made me some kind of intervention begging me to quit my job as a barista. I was told that the risk was very high and that it was not worth it and that I should worry not only about myself, but also about the Baby. It should be noted that this was the first time that both made me feel very ugly. They wanted to say that I overreacted, because even at that time I also came to think about it, but from what happened later, I consider that my subconscious was warning me that something was not right.

39:14 And it is that, while they were trying at all costs to convince me that I should leave my job and stay home so that I would not take any risk of infecting this future Baby, I felt that there were times when none of them were really worried about me, but exclusively about the Baby. I don' t know anything in his words made me feel like I was just a simple incubator that had the most valuable in it for them, although, as I said before, at that time I thought maybe I was exaggerating myself, so I decided not to give it too much importance. After considering the pros and cons of what they were telling me, I decided that it would be best to accept what they were proposing to me, because, to a certain extent, they were right and that it was not worth risking a deadly illness for a job where you didn' t earn so well that without mentioning that, because of my pregnancy status, I was one of the people who was most at risk. So I accepted and decided to quit my job and I seriously think that was the first big mistake I made. She was two months pregnant. When my body turned against me, I began to throw up basically everything I put into my mouth that wasn' t liquid to eat solid. It had become a total torture to me, and it' s just that any kind of solid food barely reached my stomach. It felt

40:47 like I was stuck a thousand needles inside and had to leave immediately. This billed my health too fast, so much so I had to be taken to the doctor emergency. My own body was already going into shock for not receiving any kind of nutrient. They gave me vitamins, but they had to put me in a private clinic for a couple of days, although both my mother - in- law and my husband were too determined that I should return home as soon as possible, as I was afraid that something might affect the baby ' s development. Even my mother- in- law was overemphasizing that that doctor was prescribing me too many medicines and that so much medication could hurt the baby a lot. After that, the doctor sent for other tests just to make sure I was okay. And I was finally discharged. I was starving, but simply remembering how my stomach felt after eating any food made me not want to consume anything. And the next morning, after I got discharged, already in my house, my mother- in- law knocked on the door very early. I opened him up and she came in with a container that contained something she couldn' t see for a moment. I remember feeling a little anger, as she was perfectly aware of my situation and that she couldn

42:17 ' t eat food and still was bringing me more things. I remember at that moment she went straight into the kitchen and opened the container. I was after her and what I saw at first made me sick. With both hands he pulled out a rescrudo liver that was still draining blood and put it on a plate. I asked her why she brought that and she told me it was a source of pure protein for the baby. At first I refused, as if I could not eat the food I liked without feeling much pain. Of course, I would not eat beef liver, which I had never heard of, just to feel the same pain I felt whenever I ingested anything.

43:06 I didn' t care how to plan to prepare it. I wasn' t going to eat a bite, although what he said later made me sicker. She told me that to get all the vitamins and nutrients from that liver, I had to eat it completely raw. I almost immediately replied that this was not going to happen, although she insisted. He put it on a plate and then squeezed lemon, telling me that it would improve the taste a little, but I kept denying myself. It should be noted that during all this conversation I still found myself, although close to her, a little removed from the kitchen, so that no smell came to me and I could only see how unpleasant that raw liver looked on my table. This whole situation was stirring my stomach so badly that I had the urgent need to vomit, knowing that he was eating dishes from the kitchen. I was closer. I came in to do it, as I felt I would vomit very soon, but I barely passed by that liver I realized that the smell not only did not displease me, but every time I sucked it was as if I smelled the most exquisite food in the world. Water was pouring in my mouth and I even forgot I wanted to throw up. I approached the table and my mother - in- law seemed quite satisfied. I get myself a sign to try

44:38 it out and almost like I' m in some sort of trance. I cut a piece and put it in my mouth. I don' t know if it' s normal for raw meat to taste good to someone, but at the time I felt like it was like filling me with life and in case that was too little, once I swallowed it, I didn' t have any time of pain. It was like she was cured. I couldn ' t stop until I had finished my whole liver. And not only that, but I remember that I was so eager to continue eating that I even drank everything that organ had released into the plate. My mother- in- law told me that that was very good and that, without a doubt, her grandson deserved the best food they could give him and that, from that day on, she would take care of bringing me what I could eat.

45:30 The truth is that at that moment I felt so relaxed because I had finally calmed my hunger that I did not pay attention to what I was saying. I just let her keep talking, especially because I remember that at some point it seemed that she wasn' t talking to me, but with my belly, because she wasn' t expecting any answers and I only followed her until she left and as soon as she did, I had this idea that if she didn' t feel any discomfort anymore, she could keep eating whatever she wanted. I decided to make an avocado bread, which I enjoyed so much, but I barely swallowed it. I got my stomach back. Again I could not understand what was different, but the next morning my mother- in - law came back with more animal organs not only liver but also hearts, kidneys, chicken gizzards and even brought me a goat' s brain. He said that all that was what my baby needed to grow strong and healthy and do the greatness that I was meant to do. All this was already very strange to me, but the truth is I didn' t know how to act on it. As the months progressed, I realized that these attitudes were getting stronger and stronger to the point that I, seriously, felt that no one was taking me into account at all anymore. I was just a recipient,

47:01 and every time anyone in the family, my husband and even my own husband referred to me it was always talking directly to the baby, who was growing inside me, but never directly to me, but to tell me that I should eat such a thing or drink. Throughout my pregnancy I fed exclusively on totally raw animal organs, as it seemed to be the only thing I could eat. All this was causing me some sort of depression in which I even thought I hated my baby and everything that he had been doing to me.

47:43 It was not only that it seemed that the only thing I accepted was raw meat, but I also felt that I was hurting my body. I don' t know anything inside of me. He told me that he would cause that after I was born I would end badly and affect my health irreversibly. And not only that, but also at the beginning of my second trimester, I began to feel different. I felt a lot of hatred and not just towards the baby, but the world in general. All the time I was in a bad mood and even started having dreams that hurt the people around me. The funny thing is that in the dream I didn' t feel scared, but extremely happy that everyone was afraid and always woke up. By the time I thought of ending my own life because of the covid I was becoming more and more isolated because everyone around me felt they didn' t want to do any harm to the baby, so I received very few visits.

48:54 I remember the only way they let me out of the house was to go to my visitors. To the doctor and make sure everything was okay. And one day while we were waiting for our turn at the private clinic, a nice older woman sat next to me and smiled at me and asked me nicely if I could touch my belly. I was about to tell her to leave me alone, since I wasn' t in the mood for that, but I guess a part of me just wanted to be able to talk to someone who would treat me as a person and not as a vessel, so I told her I was fine. That woman put her hand in my belly and almost immediately, she backed back by throwing a scary scream and scaredly, told me that I was bringing the devil inside. That woman was so upset that she started praying to tell me again and again that what she had inside was not human. Some guards pulled her out as she was altering the order.

50:00 I went back to see my mother- in- law to see what she thought, thinking she' d be as disoriented as I was. But instead I looked at that woman with a lot of hate. It was almost as if he was bothered to be exposed. I even remember as soon as they finished ultrasounding me to check that everything was okay. With the pregnancy, we returned to the house and almost immediately, she locked herself in a room to talk to my husband. They wouldn' t let me hear anything. Even when I asked them what they were talking about, they told me that nothing important and that I should avoid any kind of stress, as they didn' t want that to hurt the baby. That answer was given to me for practically everything and at that moment you could say that I burst. I demanded to know what was happening and to receive the same answer that I was given, every time I was upset about anything I was disconnected. I don' t know. It was as if my eyes were cloudy and as soon as I could react, I realized that my husband had his face scratched and my mother- in- law had a bruise on his face. But even though I had evidently been responsible for such wounds, neither of them seemed to be upset with me, but quite the contrary, they seemed proud and happy.

51:22 I remember being told something like that the baby I was carrying inside would be strong and determined and I wouldn' t let anything stand in their way to greatness. I was so disoriented at the time and to a certain extent ashamed that I didn' t tell them anything and went away and locked myself in my room. Throughout that day, something was very wrong with me and I felt that no one wanted to listen to me. But the strange things that were happening to my body didn' t stop there, as about the fifth month I started to have situations that couldn' t be considered exactly normal.

52:04 For example, one day tired of the running of the bulls, I decided to go to the supermarket at a time when I was alone in the house. At first everything was normal, but when I got to the hallway of home and garden I found myself facing in front of an axe. I don ' t know. I just started having those thoughts of my dreams again, but it wasn' t something I really wanted to do. It was like some kind of compulsion. It was almost as if something inside me told me what to do. I could almost feel someone whispering in my ear prompting me to do it. At that time I was dealing with all the willpower I had to not lose control, although I felt seriously that I was losing that battle and even got to the point of trying to stop that seizure, although I was beginning to have I hit my head with both hands, trying to make the pain make me forget those thoughts, although something strange happened, and it is that all the things on the shelf fell. It was as if it had shaken in such a violent way that everything had fallen to the ground.

53:20 At that moment I tried to ignore it, but every time I remember it, I can' t help but think that I did that with my mind. That afternoon I returned home without buying anything and tried to calm down, thinking that what was happening could not be real, but looking at my face in a mirror, I felt so overwhelmed, I threw a cry of frustration and the mirror broke. I felt like I was going crazy. I even called my brother and told him everything, but he told me to calm down and that we could go with a psychologist, since thinking about that kind of thing wasn' t normal, but obviously it could be the fact that I was pregnant, but that I had to go with a specialist to give me his opinion about it. I wanted to listen to my brother and go to a specialist, because I felt it was a danger to people and I didn' t want to commit any madness. But I figured if it was about the pregnancy hormones, I just had to hang in there until the baby came out of me and after that it would be okay. But I couldn ' t be more wrong. My baby was born prematurely at six months, on the sixth day of month six. I really don' t think this was a coincidence and that' s why I couldn' t help but put it here. His birth was too painful for me, I lost consciousness the moment he was born. Surprisingly, as soon as I woke up, I

54:53 realized a couple of things. In the first place, no one was in my room waiting for me to wake up, as I had assumed during the entire pregnancy. It seemed that I no longer mattered and now that it had come out of me, it no longer represented any kind of value to them. I heard something, too. Although all the studies had said it would be a boy, the baby turned out to be a girl with quite distinctive blue eyes. Despite having six months of gestation, she was perfectly well in health, she did not need respirator or any kind of attention. All the doctors assumed he must have had more time than I had said, but I was sure how many months he was. But again it seemed that no one cared what I had to say about it. When my recovery was ready, I went home with the baby and my husband. Everyone was totally excited about this baby even though I had absolutely nothing for her. I didn' t misunderstand, I didn' t hate her, but when I saw her, I couldn' t feel that mother' s love that many claimed I should have, although I thought it didn' t matter, as that baby was getting too much attention and love from my husband, my mother- in- law and practically all my husband' s family. They treated that little girl like she was some kind of incarnate miracle. For a moment, I even

56:29 doubted my own mental health, thinking that what I felt was nothing but jealousy of a baby and that I was the bad one in this whole situation. I even went to therapy to see what was wrong with me, although no matter how much therapy I took, the truth is that I couldn' t make myself feel something for that baby and while they were going through the months, I came to the idea that maybe I could never get to love my own daughter, but I made the promise to myself that, even if I couldn' t feel anything for her, I would take care of her and make sure she was okay, as it had been my decision to bring her into this world, although very soon I realized that the girl didn' t want me. At first I assumed that it was because I had been relatively absent throughout this stage at which we were supposed to have created the bond, so I thought it should only be a matter of time. But she didn ' t, since she didn' t love me, she wouldn' t even let me breastfeed her. I always wanted to be as far away from myself as possible and it was the opposite with my husband. I also learned to accept that and I thought it was okay. There would be time to make a bond with her as soon as she was a little older to understand who she was. I also assumed that it would be a good time to try to put all my ideas and feelings for her in order. When she

57:59 was a year old, I realized she wasn' t like other kids. From the beginning, I knew that there was something a little strange, as she was not a child who wept almost never, but she did not laugh either. He just kept quiet or stared at you. His gaze was also so heavy that many of my acquaintances came to tell me that they felt uncomfortable with my baby, as his gaze was very penetrating, even to be so small, even during his first months of life. I insisted on taking her with a specialist, as she seemed painless and did not react to several important stimuli that, according to the books, a baby should react. Although my husband and mother- in- law said she was perfect and had no flaws, I insisted until we took her. But once with the pediatrician, she started acting like a normal baby. He even laughed, felt almost like he was acting for him. But again I assumed I was exaggerating and maybe it was just mother' s nerves. First grade a year. This child could speak, but not just one or two words. He said complex words and prayers, if not for that childish voice. You could say he spoke better than many adults. My husband said it was because she was probably going to

59:30 be a super genius or something, but I realized that sometimes she said words that even my husband and I didn' t understand where I could be learning them. And his intelligence only increased over time. But what was also increasing was the large number of paranormal events that were beginning to occur around him. I remember the first time she let me know she wasn' t dealing with anything in this world. On one occasion, my husband was not bathing her and was charging her to take her to her room, to sleep, but as soon as I laid her down in her crib to wish her good night, she remained in complete silence. Looking at me, her blue eyes seemed to absorb the light from the lamp and the truth is that I was starting to get uncomfortable, so I turned around willing to leave the room when suddenly I heard a voice telling me to look into my stupid eyes, although that wasn' t my daughter' s voice. It sounded different more like an old man' s voice. I turned around to check who was in my daughter' s room, but there was no one, only she was still lying there, thinking it was my imagination. Because of everything I had thought about her particular look, I decided to turn back, but in doing so I heard the exact same phrase again, ordering me to come back and look her in the eye. But this time the voice wasn' t my daughter

1:01:06 ' s or an old man' s either. It seemed as if there were several people speaking at the same time, men, women, children, of different ages. More upset. I approached my daughter' s crib and saw her eyes shining in a superhuman way. There was no chance that her eyes would absorb so much light, but not only that, since she was laughing, although again it was not her voice, It was as if all people were inside her and were laughing scared. I left the room, leaving my little girl in the crib, and I called my husband to tell him what happened, but he didn' t believe me. He told me that he was imagining it or that maybe he had heard a weird transmission on the baby' s radio and that maybe she was very upset, although when she came back the first thing she did was go to the girl' s room and lock herself up with her. I stuck my ear to the door, but only drowned murmurs were heard. Although there were two sentences I could hear.

1:02:12 He told her that I wouldn' t understand it, that she wouldn ' t do it in front of me, and after that, my husband came out and told me that the girl was fine and that I had nothing to worry about. At first I tried to ignore it, thinking that maybe I had heard wrong and as I had been attending therapy, I came to the conclusion that maybe I had some kind of postpartum depression coupled with the fact that I felt some guilt and resentment that I could not love my daughter like any mother would. That was the main reason why I decided to ignore all this. I guess a part of me didn' t want to believe that those things were real, although from that day on my daughter' s attitude on the way saw though before it was serious and reserved. Now sometimes I could swear he was watching me. I have no other way of explaining it.

1:03:09 It was that simple after the day I had heard her, to speak strangely trying to make sure that I didn' t know too much, because soon after, she learned to walk and somehow managed to always get out of the cradle without getting hurt. And while I was doing any work. A short time later I could feel a heavy look and I always found her standing there staring at me and even though I was asking her if she needed anything, she never answered me. She only looked at me until, because of the same discomfort, I left the room, although it was of no use, as soon after I saw her back then I felt like a prisoner in that house. I will tell you the most important events that made me realize that it was not my imagination and that, indeed, something very bad was happening with that child. The first was that, on one occasion, my daughter was invited to a neighbor' s children' s party across the street.

1:04:17 Everything was normal at first. Mothers were in a circle watching him. How babies interacted. My daughter was playing with some building blocks, which was basically the only toy she accepted when, suddenly, another baby who was one year older than her, approached her and took away the block in her hand. I guess at first no one noticed what was going on, but I, who hadn' t taken my daughter' s eyes off from the moment we got to the party, could notice that something changed in her eyes. It was almost like it was some kind of flash and from one moment to the next. My daughter is n was on another child. The way they beat him didn' t look like a baby fight, at least not on my daughter' s side. His blows seriously seemed very strong and, despite the age difference, which in this period of their lives is certainly very remarkable.

1:05:16 She was beating him in spite of how much half the other kid. The strangest thing about this situation was that none of us was able to separate them, of course we tried. I pulled it, but the strength in which I had him was very strong for a child of his age. The same mother of the other baby tried to separate them, but did not succeed at some point. My daughter began to strangle him, although the way he did it was as if he had done it millions of times. The child even began to get purple and finally my husband arrived and managed to separate them, but the baby was unconscious. Lucky for me, they called an ambulance.

1:06:04 Which managed to revive him and apparently no longer had any problems, but that incident at that party caused me to rethink what I had begotten in my womb for those six months. The next situation was with birds. Usually, when any animal came into contact with my daughter, she got very nervous, turned back and even at some point was close to a horse, which wanted to attack her for no reason, so we tried not to have any kind of animal in the house by this time. My daughter was about two and a half years old and many will know that this is a very difficult stage for parents, as children tend to be quite curious and in the process destroy things my little girl. It wasn' t really like that. He would normally throw himself in the foot and stare at a fixed point for a long time. It was almost like I was in some sort of trance that the house didn' t have a single noise. It became my normality. On one occasion I was making the food and everything was in total silence. I tried not to have music in case my daughter screamed or needed something, although sometimes I felt that by her age she was too independent and she didn' t need me at all. Suddenly I heard something. It was like a very hard blow, though it seemed to come from outside. I looked out

1:07:35 the window, but I didn' t get to see anything on the street, so I didn' t give it any more importance and went on with my food. About six minutes passed when I heard a rather similar sound again. Again, it sounded like it was coming from outside, but to tell you the truth, there was nothing on the street. This was repeated about seven or eight more times and I was wondering what was causing that sound. The idea that it actually came directly from the house began to cross my mind, so I went to check every room to see if there was anything that might be causing the sound. At first. The more I checked, the more I confirmed the idea that the sound came from outside. But as soon as I opened my daughter' s room, I realized she was on her knees to the window. I was just about to ask him what he was doing. When I suddenly heard a blow so loud that it made me jump a bird had crashed into the window. My daughter wasn' t surprised.

1:08:44 On the contrary, he seemed to smile. I asked him what he was doing. As I approached the window and as I was about to look out, a black bird crashed so hard that it left a blood stain on the terrified glass. I looked up and saw, like, seven dead birds or dying lying outside the window. I can' t say for sure, but something inside me tells me she was the one I was doing. That' s because, seeing his face was of extreme satisfaction. Later, when my husband arrived at the house, I told him what had happened, but he minimized things by saying that it was probably just a strange coincidence and that the animals were very stupid and very often had weird behaviors. But that didn' t mean our daughter was responsible. The latter was undoubtedly the most horrible thing I saw but at the same time it was also something like my release.

1:09:47 I began to find gnawed fruit and part of my pantry invaded by rats. So full of Asco I told my husband that we needed to go to the supermarket to buy a couple of coughing traps for those animals. He said yes, and that same day we went along with my daughter to the supermarket. I got a little ahead of myself trying to get away from both my husband and my daughter. I was locked in the house all day with her and sometimes I really felt like I needed a break. I took some traps, so I started looking for my husband to go around until I found him in the fruit section, talking to a man I couldn' t tell at first sight. I had never seen my husband have a friend like him, although by his body language, they seemed to have known each other for a long time, even though that man was an older man. I began to approach and once close enough, I realized that this man was my father. I hadn' t seen him in so long that I' d forgotten some of his features, but standing in front of him, there was no doubt that it was about him. My father greeted me and I was so upset at the time that I was not able to return the greeting. Everything was terrifying and it was almost like I was that girl again who knew nothing about the world and was practically in captivity, I didn' t know what else to

1:11:17 do. I just turned around and walked out of the supermarket. I came home in a taxi and later that day my husband came along with my daughter. He went up to our room and asked me what was wrong with me. I couldn' t stand it at the time. I asked him why he knew that man or what kind of relationship he had with him, and almost as if he already had an answer prepared for what I was going to ask him. He told me that he was a friend of his family and that he knew him since he was a child, but that he had no idea that he was my father I don' t know. Every word that came out of his mouth sounded pure falsehood to me. I was about to claim him when suddenly we heard a loud squeal that seemed to come from the kitchen. At that point, the discussion stopped and we both went down to see what it was about. What I saw is something that to this day I find it hard to relate. My daughter was in the kitchen and so was that big rat who had been feeding on our pantry for a few weeks.

1:12:28 The poor animal was in the air and its extremities seemed to be being stretched out by some sort of invisible force. The rat screamed and tried to twist, while my daughter stared at her and at the same time laughed at her suffering and from one moment to another, the poor rodent exploded splashing many parts of the kitchen and even my face, my daughter, turned to see me and with the same voice that I had heard the day I had laid her in her crib, said I helped you almost instinctively. I went back to see my husband. I couldn' t say I was imagining it, but instead of being scared, he seemed rather worried about the fact that I had seen it and he just told me that he could explain to me he tried to hold my arm, but I was so terrified that I ran out of the house. I headed to my brother' s house, where I told him everything, and he told me that he might have misinterpreted the situation, but I told him there was no way to misunderstand something like that.

1:13:41 Then I told her everything strange that my daughter had been basically from the moment she was conceived and for the first time in a long time I could feel that someone really believed my story. He himself accompanied me back to the house and to our surprise, it was empty. There were no belongings of my husband and no belongings of my daughter. The kitchen was still full of remains of that rat, but since then I never saw them again. I even found out a while after my husband' s family moved out, too. We didn' t see my father again today either. I' m not sure what I brought into this world or if all of us are in danger.

1:14:30 I thought maybe my whole life took me to that moment. I mean, even though I tried to run away from evil, it reached out to me and accomplished its task. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández