La Guarida De Una Manada De Nahuales Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The herd. My name is vicent and what I' m going to tell you happened to me in a mining town already almost abandoned, in southern Mexico, about the year nineteen hundred and seventy. Although the years have passed, I remember every moment as if it had been only yesterday. At that time he was barely seventeen years old. Since the late 1930s, my dad worked in a mine extracting silver. Although very close to the entrance was the village. Most of the workers came from neighboring villages. My dad always left the house at 5: 00 a m to get into the dark cave. As he called the mine, he carried his tool because they didn' t give it to anyone. So he worked until it was closed before a thousand nine hundred and fifty for strange situations. Until I was eight years old, I paid attention to the stories that every day told us many details, the terrible fights that the miners had down there, even the accidents that occurred very frequently, also the fear and suffocation that faced the burning eyes and the fight against claustrophobia. Something that was going on inside the mine and that was hard for my dad to tell was the fact that boys and girls worked there in the eyes of everyone and nobody said anything. Sometimes they were children of miners, but other children sadly came walking alone from rancheries or nearby villages. They did

1:42 not extract minerals, bring water for the miners or send them errands. They got them something to eat. So, the important thing was to earn a few coins to take home. Very rarely they helped the miners carrying small stones. The terrifying thing about this is that sporadically the children disappeared without leaving any trace, as if they had never existed. My dad said this was happening about every day, it was hotter. Although the disappearances had always happened, no one took them into account, but over the years they paid attention to that, because the number of lost children was already remarkable in the mine.

2:29 Officially nothing happened, there was no record, because they didn' t work there. Family members were tired of asking about them, but convinced them that they could be stolen along the way or perhaps others could have fallen into deep wells inside that old mine, already heavily drilled over time. But the company defended itself by saying that the children sneaked in because they were banned from entering. It seemed that family members accepted that they had been swallowed up by the land, or, rather, the mine also told the people who gave them money and thus stopped looking for them. The rumors that ran inside the mine were that the cause of taking the children were terrible witches who had a well deep down there were miners who claimed to have seen them when they came out of nowhere to take someone away and even some showed scratch marks on their bodies, although other miners claimed that they were horrible large nahual beasts, black as the darkness itself. So much so that they were said to walk among the workers of the mine without being detected. They had big nails and huge snout, always hungry for baby meat. Those animals got into the mine when they were hungry and took out those who found themselves alone and unprotected. The truth was that f f was one or the other. It was terrifying and very

4:02 hard to believe. Some time later, they weren' t just kids. The miners also began to disappear. Because of that situation, my dad never took my older brother to work at the mine and me less because he was younger every morning that he went out to work. My mom used to persuade him many times as if it was the last time I was going to see him so he wouldn' t face the problems they already were. Many of the mine owners, who were by the way foreigners, decided to close on the grounds that the silver Beta was over. Although the workers knew it was not true, they dynamited the entrance and everything was left in abandonment. My dad was a miner, he didn' t know and he didn' t want to work on anything else. Like hundreds of workers, he looked for another mine. It was his life living underground. That' s how the next few years went by, but it wasn' t all forgotten for me.

5:00 By the time I was eighteen, the mine was closed for a long time. When the work was finished, the inhabitants also went to other mines to never return, and so the people, little by little was considered ghost. The memory of those stories my dad told us crossed my mind I always had a lot of doubts that everything was true. That' s why I started planning to go, to go around that town and know if what lived in the bowels of the mine were either witches or Nahuales. I was still surrounded by two friends whose parents had also been miners. There, one morning we walked to that mine. The cave, as we said, had heard stories about something disturbing that was walking through that mining town that was said to be abandoned. They claimed to see great shadows that in the evenings the old lonely alleyways would travel to, in addition to the or hear howling screams and terrifying laments Determined to discover what the people could hide, We charged with what it took to spend a full night, flashlights, meals, matches and more things that are very necessary like that along the way. We talked about the stories they told us about children. That' s precisely why, as children, they seemed frightening to us, but now we were young and we weren

6:30 ' t scared of anything but those kinds of stories that were so common in our homes. Among the talks, one of them, the youngest of us, named Juan, said that once his father was walking through a new tunnel. It was guided only by the light of his lamp that he finished doing a routine scan. When he had only a few meters to go out to a safe area, something breathed him very close to the ear I listened and n n n the bad breath of an animal. At that time he ran because he said the tunnel was still very narrow. There was no chance anyone else would be there. Apparently, what was there was part of the land.

7:14 For three days he lived scared. The other of my friends who accompanied me, named Luis, told this story. His dad, too, like mine, worked on the morning shift. He left his house very early before dawn one morning on his way to the mine, and looked at silhouettes as they walked in a hurry as they spoke among themselves. He thought that they were miners of the same turn, too, he rushed to reach them, but the closer he approached them, the stranger his figures seemed to him to be very thin, tall and with great heads. He stopped following them because they left the road leading to the mine and climbed a frightened hill. He realized that he was following two animals walking on two legs. He did not tell anyone about his companions because perhaps he had imagined it, but during his turn he thought he saw those silhouettes that walked inside the mine. He claimed that these animals were the cause of the disappearances. He always thanked God that those creatures did not look at him alone on the mountain. That morning I also told them one of the many situations my dad had to live in that mine one day. As he was about to finish his shift, he was walking along with other workers through a tunnel to the exit. Passing through a stretch where two other tunnels were connected, he felt that someone pulled him from

8:46 one arm to the ground. When they tried to get up, they grabbed him by the ankle and started dragging him. Heading for a deep well. He quickly reacted and shouted. For help, his companions took his hands and, pulling him among several, managed to rescue him. When they were outside, he found out that what was dragging him was a big black animal with bright eyes. My dad told us that out of fear he didn' t look at anything, but when he told us this story, he also showed us his scars on the ankle to show us that it was true. We knew that many miners were mutilated from some fingers in the mine. They said they were accidents with shovels and beaks, but they claimed they had been bitten by strange creatures hiding in the dark. After walking for a long time talking about our stories, we looked away at the mine entrance, which was obviously blocked by tons of land and stones. When we reached the edge of the village, the sun was about to hide behind the cereros, casting shadows between the structures, some of them about to be ruins. We settled in the first house in good condition we found, rested a little and ate something.

10:13 Maybe it' ll be six o' clock in the afternoon. We decided to take a first tour to find out what ground we were stepping on. We had barely walked a few meters when a man has already entered in years we came to the pass dressed very humble and with some dust on his clothes. He asked us if we were lost so we wouldn' t go into details. We answered that we only wanted to know the place. Maybe we ' d spend the night. We only talked there for a while, but it was enough for him to talk to us about a lot of things. He told us that in the village only one family lived that he was in charge of taking care of the place of people like us. Then he told us we probably didn' t know what was being told about that place.

11:00 I said no, and I asked him to talk to us. The lord assured us that the people had owners, but these were not ordinary people. It was a pack of very different beings. We asked a lot of questions about it. Maybe he looked at us unbelievingly or realized what we were really going to do, because he didn' t want to comment anymore. He warned us to withdraw because it was very dangerous to spend one night. That ' s where he turned around and left. We looked at each other and decided to continue, because we had walked a lot to get to that place. First we toured part of the village all together for a few moments to enter into confidence. There were only two cobblestone streets. The others were from the ground. We looked well, instead, the houses were small, but there were many. After a few minutes we decided to split up. We met an hour later on the outskirts of town. Before nightfall everyone took a different course. I started exploring. Some houses in good condition. They were the ones closest to the mine entrance. I was looking for anything, whether it was fingerprints or traces. However, it was all desolation because of the way he told us things. My dad wasn' t such an unknown place.

12:24 For me I had described every corner of the town that being there made me back in time imagining what the people looked like at the time when the mine was working. While searching an old house, I heard steps in the back, thinking he might be one of my friends. I went to see, but it was heard that they were making big strides. Besides, the sound was so strange that it seemed like they were walking through the walls. Upon arrival I saw a tall figure disappearing in a dark room. Following the r to uer I slowly took it just to find the empty room with the window open. I thought they went out that way who I looked at I looked for an explanation. Maybe it was that gentleman who was spying on us without giving it so much importance. I continued my exploration. I ran several houses without finding anything interesting. In some sections where I passed, there was a very rare and very strong smell. I smelled like a dead animal, but I looked and there was none anywhere. I really accepted that weird things were going on there. Before nightfall we met again my friends and I all agreed that there was nothing unusual in any of the houses or in the surroundings, although they also heard that someone was walking in the ruins, they thought that it could be any of those who lived in the village, but neither did they look at anyone. Maybe it was around eight o' clock at

13:54 night. In the middle of all that silence, we heard something strange in the distance, perhaps a howl for being near a hill was common that there were coyotes. We weren' t going to be alarmed by that, but even though no one said anything, that howl was very different it didn' t remind me of any known animals. It was not until the moon was high in the sky that I understood that we were not alone, because it was heard running down the narrow streets. They didn' t look like people, rather they were animals, as if a herd had crossed the village for a moment. We hesitated a little, but then we decided to leave.

14:35 After all, that' s what we were going to walk through the dusty, dirt streets. Sometimes it was all silence. Others we could hear the echo of some words turned into whispers. My friends thought that the man with whom we had spoken intended to frighten us without fear, but on alert we walked among the houses. We could not identify that they were not even two where those sounds came from at times I seemed to see shadows hiding between the constructions. The light seemed to bother them believing. That was alluding to the flashlight from one side to the other. I thought I heard something inside a room and suddenly got in without telling my friends. I opened my eyes a little more lighted up and down without finding anything the silence that had been overwhelming.

15:26 I was only there for a few minutes, no more. When I went back to the narrow street, I looked at myself I just called my friends, but no one answered they were gone. I started looking for them, but there was no one. For the first time I felt nervous. As I walked, I heard some stones moving as if rolling were following me. I decided to return to the edge of town to plan what we would do before the night closed completely. We had to decide whether to stay or leave to avoid problems. However, on my way back, perhaps by nervousness I took a wrong turn between the cobbled streets and found myself lost among the ruins. I couldn' t believe it because the place was too small.

16:15 While I was trying to find my way, I heard strange noises. Behind me were agile steps and whispers among the shadows that intensified with every second that passed. I soon realized that I was being chased not by a few simple stones, it was by someone. Besides, I felt stalked. Something was hiding in the dark. The nervousness took over me. I tried so hard to find out who it was that I managed to look at two figures the moment I couldn' t define them as human. I ran as hard as I could without thinking that I could stumble and hurt myself. I just thought I' d get safe as I ran through the narrow streets, ducking debris, avoiding falling into the ditches open for time and abandonment. I remembered the old stories that said the town was cursed. I felt that the figures followed me and were getting closer, moving fast, running supernaturally. Something told me that what came after me was the Nahuales. He knew from the stories that those were beings able to transform into big, horrible animals to protect their territory with ferocity. And we, that night, were disturbed intruders. I hid behind an old wall about to fall. I looked as close to me, several figures emerged from the shadows moving with agility. His appearance was between human

17:49 and beast. I couldn' t easily tell them apart. It was so dark. All I could hear was his grunts. They seemed to have their own language. It was evident that these Nahuales were the same ones that got into the mine when it worked. One of them, the bigger figure, the more intimidating than the others, stopped and raised his head, smelled the air. His bright eyes, like those of the cats, were fixed in my direction at that time. I knew what he was sniffing was me. Without waiting to see his reaction, I ran out of town without looking back.

18:29 The stretch became very long, although it was not more than 200 meters during that journey. I regretted going to that place and felt guilty of dragging my two friends with me. When I got to the old house where we were meeting. There were already my friends very scared. I knew something they wanted to tell me, but I yelled at them that we had to run away. He didn' t seem to understand why they were just looking at me bewildered. I didn' t have time to tell them any more. We started writing about taking strong breaths. It wasn' t just one, there were several and they were outside the house where we took refuge. We turn off the flashlights and keep quiet. We could hear how they walked around us. We were sure it was those animals because of the strong smell in the environment. We didn' t know what to do, because we didn ' t have guns and we didn' t have anything to defend ourselves with.

19:26 We didn' t even dare look out in the dark. We didn ' t realize what time Juan disappeared without making the slightest noise Suddenly we didn ' t see him anymore. I was really worried that he had come out to find out. The minutes passed, the noises outside didn' t stop and our friend didn' t come back. We got a big scare. When John came back screaming for help, I turned on the flashlight to see who was chasing him. The only thing I could see was a shadow that receded with the light. Notably frightened, he told us that something had dragged him and intended to lead him to the mine. All he could think of was playing dead, and that creature let him go. When he found the opportunity, he ran back. He told us on several occasions that in all the people there were shadows walking around had some scratches and his clothes were torn, as we could and by God' s miracle, we endured all night.

20:30 At dawn, we left in a hurry knowing that it had been a mistake to go to that place. On the last street we met the inhabitants of the village, who were surprised to see us before they asked us something, I told them that we had already talked to the manager to take care of the place to spend the night, but that we were leaving. This person told me there was no manager. I gave him the sign of that gentleman and to my surprise, I was assured that he was the ghost of a miner who had eaten him animals. Since his death he appeared throughout the village to warn people not to walk alone at night. He asked us not to come back at night. He assured us that the people of the village had abandoned him, not only because the work was finished, but also because there were naguals and they were no longer one or two. It was already a herd. That was why the mine had been closed. We left that town convinced that the stories our parents told us were true. I don' t live near there anymore. When I had the chance, I walked away as far as I could now with the Internet. I know it' s a tourist town and it gets a lot of people. Maybe those animals also left for another mine at the age I am. I keep telling this story in her time, I told it to my children and then to my grandchildren.

22:02 I don' t know if they believe me or not and I understand them, but at least I, although in the worst way, convinced myself that Nahuales do exist. My name is Ernesto. It all started in a winter season. I decided to go camping in a cabin near a wooded area, very close to the village from which my parents originated. I knew that place had always been surrounded by mysteries and ancient beliefs. That' s precisely why I chose to go there I just ended a relationship I needed a break, a distraction. Spending the weekend away from everything and everyone, I found it perfect. This happened to me at the end of the nineties and already in tréba, with twenty- seven years in the journey I remembered that from a young age they raised me with stories of Nahuales, beings who, being from another world, could transform and walk among us, but invisible to the eyes of those who were not willing to see. I' ve always considered the Nahuales to be true beings, even though I' ve never seen them before. Whenever my dad told me about them, he made a lot of gestures, he would point at me to tell me how big they were,

23:33 and he would pop the sound of his grunts. I was afraid to hear it, but I was drawing a smile to keep him talking to me with such emotion that I was convinced that he had seen them in person. My thoughts were over when I finally got to the old cabin, where I' d stay for the weekend. It was late January. The strongest point of winter. The cold air crept through every crack whistling in a way that was not heard in the city. That didn' t make me suffer. I was also there for the pleasure of being alone with my memories. Soon Friday night came and with it the cold increased even more. I turned on the fireplace that, apart from heat, would give me some light. I was willing to have dinner when I clearly heard something that happened running a few meters from the cabin. It was so fast I couldn' t identify it could have been. The only thing I could say was that they weren' t from a human. I held my breath and tried not to make noise to find out what that was. After a few minutes, it was heard again only that this time much closer could be many things by instinct I secured the doors and windows. Up to that point I cannot say that I was afraid or that I was nervous in the forest, where animals and their sounds are very frequent. My reaction was a precaution. The minutes passed and everything remained

25:10 silent. It was the first time I was in that cabin, at least I just because once, as a child, I accompanied my dad to precisely that place. At that time, I began to remember what had happened on that occasion. It was also winter. The first night we were there, we heard some noises, some kind of roar coming and going. I don ' t know my dad, but I couldn' t imagine what kind of animal could make that sound so loud. Apparently, first it was just one. Then they increased. Maybe there were three animals out there. My dad didn' t go out to investigate, claiming it was dangerous because the Nahuales were responsible. On that occasion she explained to me differently what a gual was, but I was too young to understand it. The only thing that was recorded to me was that they were creatures of another world that by some strange force, had managed to cross ours. When they disappeared for seasons, it was because they returned to where they belonged that they had that ability to come and go whenever they wanted. All night we were listening as someone was lurking around the cabin without specifying what he could do. Sometimes you could hear the sound that bears make, but in others you could hear it so strange that it was impossible to identify. The next morning we looked for prints, even

26:40 though it had slightly snowed we found. Many were deeper than normal and much larger. What walked around the cabin that night would tell me a little more than two meters. He' s used to camping. My dad was familiar with a lot of things, with mecates and some branches he found. He prepared and set up several coyotes traps waiting for those animals. We feel a little calmer about that already. We forgot that incident. Most of the day we spent it inside the cabin because of the cold that was the next night, Like the previous one, I walked to someone near us, although they never made the attempt to meterse it was strange. I fell asleep too late, but my dad didn' t, he stayed awake. The next day he told me that all the traps had been activated, but that they had not heard howlings of coyotes, squeals or anything like that. We went out early to check what kind of animal was trapped. To our surprise, there was nothing, not even the traps were. They were all gone. My dad looked for clues. He assured me that the only animal that could do such a thing was a gual. At that time there was not much danger, because he assured me that those animals only appeared at night. Anyway,

28:11 he knew it wasn' t very safe to get into the deep forest. He told me we' d only walk a few more minutes when we came back. He held me tight by the hand. He started looking at bushes and asked me to remain silent. I realized what my dad was looking at was a well barely covered with some branches. He told me not to move. He came up to see him closely. It wasn' t very big, but it made me afraid. From where I was I could sense a very strong and unpleasant smell. I looked at my dad squatting to look inside, and suddenly he got up and looked at the well. He turned to look at me I knew he' d seen something strange. When he returned, he felt that there was no need to do without investigating or withdrawing, he said between his teeth that the well was the den of the Nahual with a stick drew signs on the ground. In doing so, he felt scared.

29:14 Without letting go of my hand, we started walking fast. I went back to see the well and I thought I saw that there was one of the coyotes traps that had disappeared. A few roars were heard when we had barely advanced a few meters. My dad ran as far as he let me hold his hand. He repeated to me many times not to turn back. We arrived at the cabin panting air. My dad was thoughtful while I sat on the floor to rest. I was mired in my thoughts. When a loud noise made me return to reality. I left my memories and got on alert because now I was alone in that cabin. I didn' t know for sure what kind of animals lived in that place. Could be wolves, bears or any dangerous animal. However, the first thing that came to mind was the Nahuales that my dad was talking about so much. I wasn' t a hunter. I just wanted to be alone and forget about my problems for a few days, so I wouldn' t go out to investigate.

30:22 I settled in front of the fireplace until I fell asleep no matter what noises were out already on Saturday morning I had very much in mind what I had heard at night. Driven by curiosity, I decided to go out and go a little further into the forest I would walk for a while looking for something I did not know well that perhaps a distraction adventure or perhaps in the depths of my being a proof that the stories of my childhood, those that talked so much about Nahuales, were not stories, but also something deep within me. He asked me to look for the nahual burrow to check if it still existed. As I left the cabin, I felt the tremendous cold. The first thing I found were a lot of footprints, as if a pack of animals had passed by, but those animals, apparently, were huge because their footprints were almost like that of an average human. Despite that, I decided to tour the place. I would' ve walked if I were a few feet away. When the first signs appeared lying beside the narrow path, several rabbits were dead. Close to them, I found the same prints outside the cabin. I walked a little longer until I decided to come back because I found a much bigger animal dead. Maybe it was the remains of a deer, maybe because of the cold, they were very well preserved. I forgot

31:52 to look for the nahual well I can' t deny that I was already nervous. When I got to the cabin, I found the door to n the open I looked carefully after checking that there was no one. I went in to check. I thought maybe the wind had opened it, because everything, apparently, was in order. I say apparently because inside the cabin there was a strange smell, something that made me check again, but I didn ' t find anything at the time. I started to get restless because I remembered that that smell was himself or very similar to the one in that well that my dad and I found the first time we were in that cabin.

32:37 The point is, I smelled a lot of animal like a lot of dogs had been in for a long time. There were no wrecks or anything at all. When I left again I realized something else strange. The cabin was marked, just as dogs do to let them know what their territory is. I didn' t know much about his customs. Animals. I couldn' t understand how dangerous that would be. I just threw a little water in it to get the strong smell off. Then I looked for some logs to better secure the door. In the afternoon I threatened to snow I went out again to gather a little more firewood. Then I locked myself in the cabin and locked up as best I could. It barely got dark. I alerted myself because some sounds came out of nowhere. I thought he was suggesting to me the air was running so hard that it looked like wolf howls and the wood trolling. When it burned, it seemed like the crackling of the branches, like when someone came this close. I' ve been there for a while. When I made a new coffee account, I was reminded of those who had interrupted. It came to mind the image of my dad bringing things together to leave. I didn' t know what he looked at in the well, but it was probably something that scared him because we almost ran out of the cabin. I finished my coffee and left the memories. I was

34:08 getting ready to sleep when I heard something heavy was loaded on the wall at the side of the door. Now, yes, nervous, I got up wondering what I could do with care, I looked out over one of the four windows I had at the window, afraid of what I might find something I was standing outside just a few meters from the door. At first glance I didn' t know what it was. There were barely perceptible shadows moving slowly. I walked away from the window. I' m sure those shadows weren' t the product of my imagination. I remembered that I was carrying a lamp I took it and with it again I stood in front of the window, pointed towards the forest and lit it. That' s when I looked at that thing that was the closest thing to a gual, just as my dad had described to me countless times was a very tall animal, standing on two legs. All his fur was black. Despite the snow that was falling. I was looking straight at the cabin with intent to pounce on it.

35:14 He threw such a terrible roar that I could no longer see. I turned off the lamp and stood at the side of the fire of the chimney turning around. I was looking with my eyes. With what to defend myself, despite knowing that nothing would stop a beast like the one I had just seen outside at the time was blocked. The next few minutes were eternal. There was a scary silence instead of feeling safe, I felt trapped inside the cabin. It was the first time I witnessed my death, but the minutes passed and passed. For my good luck, nothing happened. About an hour and a half I heard that roar again followed by something different. I trembled at the potability that two creatures were after a few minutes. It was only heard again that this time it looked like it was moving away. I was on alert. Fear and worry would not be taken away from me that night with anything. Suddenly dawned on Sunday with the image of the nahual still fresh in my mind, the most coherent thing was to run away from there from what I had seen. I think anyone would have, but my story doesn ' t end there. I don' t know why I decided to stay total. All I had left was that day. All morning I felt restless, but I also had a need to discover the truth behind that encounter.

36:42 Maybe deep inside me. I never got over seeing my dad run away scared because of that nagual. It was that that brought me back into the forest with the intention of searching until I found the den of the Nahual. I didn' t even know I' d win in case I found out. I think for about three hours, when I was about to give up, I made the last attempt, after a while I walked back down a path. There I found an old man about seventy years old. We greeted each other and asked me if I was lost. His name was Justino. He gave me so much confidence that I ended up telling him everything. The lord only paid me much attention without being able to hide his face in amazement.

37:29 He assured me that he was many years old living near there and that he had never seen or heard anything. It' s still like water. Now, in question of the well, he told me that if I knew where I was, I asked him to take me. He hesitated a little before telling me he was okay. We walked through the woods without taking any road. It seemed that the Lord knew that place perfectly for more than half an hour. I practically walked among the rice trees behind him because, despite being an old man and gnawing from one of his legs, he could not keep up with him. I remembered that the well was near the cabin and we were far away. Had a good time stopped. He aimed his finger at some bushes. He turned to see me and told me that there was the well. When I looked into his eyes, he had a strange glow.

38:27 I wanted to ignore him because some of his factions had changed. I turned my eyes and turned to see the well feeling a huge distrust of turning that old stranger' s back. Obviously, that well wasn' t the same one my dad and I had found many years ago. This one was further and much bigger. As if inside a huge animal were hidden in the ground, all around it there were many very marked traces and from inside it came that unmistakable smell. The entrance was barely covered with dry branches as if they were trying to hide it. Also protected with the shadows of the trees.

39:12 I got my dad' s memories, but I didn' t have time for that. I went back to see that old man to my surprise, he was gone. He was gone, making no noise. I looked for him walking a few meters, thinking he couldn' t have made much progress in his way of walking. I yelled at him several times, but there was no trace of him. I went back to the well, I looked up and, enduring that terrible smell, I tried to distinguish something between all that darkness inside. I was surprised when, after a few seconds of trying to see something, I discovered two bright spots. They were the eyes of a big animal. Looking at it something inside of me, he knew it was the nahual In his gaze I recognized the same radiance that had shone the night before. What bothered me the most was that the same brightness was that of the old man who had led me to that place. My gut told me I had to go out. Running from there I remembered how the signs my dad had drawn and quickly took a stick to put them. I, too, at that time knew I didn' t know the way back.

40:21 Feeling the worst, I let go of the rod and ran through the trees nowhere. The case was to get as far away as I could from there without stopping I looked at my clock It was four o' clock in the afternoon because it was winter season. Considering that, I soon became nervous and worried about not finding the way. I' d be lost in the middle of the woods on that animal' s territory. I fell into despair because time was running too fast. I walked one way, then the other. No path led me to the cabins. Suspecting that old man' s intention was to take me deep into the woods to get lost. When the sky threatened to darken, I was in great distress until I stopped suddenly, because I felt that someone was watching me I looked through the bushes. I turned to see the treetops and couldn' t see anyone was going to keep walking straight ahead, but a tall black figure moved about 20 meters from me.

41:29 I took another course running as far as I could. Minutes later, another figure like the previous one tried to hide behind a pretty thick tree seemed to be surrounding me. I swerved the way back and ran convinced it was the last thing my legs would ever give. After that, I' d vanish. I was about to suffocate when I unbelievably looked away at the cabin. That got me new strength and I ran to see myself inside. At that point I decided I wouldn' t spend another night in that place. I was in there just what it took me to get all the stuff together, no matter how soon the night would come. It was inevitable to see me walking through the darkness on a path that looked like a snake, through so many turns that I was going. I knew I was short enough to get out of the wooded area. However, he also knew that while he was there he was in danger of an attack by that animal. When I got out, it was past eight o' clock at night. There was a snack bar where I asked for help. I managed to order a taxi that would take 40 minutes to arrive. Being there, I took advantage of it and asked the clerk if he knew Don Justino. He was a little surprised then he said yes. I told him I had spoken to him in the woods. He was very surprised and told me that this gentleman had a long time gone. He was the sorcerer of a nearby town who used to go

43:02 into the woods to do his jobs. One day he came in and never saw him again At that time he would be a few seventy years old. I insisted, claiming that I had only a few hours spoken to him. He told me it couldn' t be because Don Justino was over thirty years old missing. I ran out of talk for a while. The taxi came for me and took me to the bus station. I promised myself never to tell this story and so I did for many years. Now I share it, not to reveal a mystery, but to alert people who like to get into the woods like this to adventure, without having any experience. Remembering that moment of looking at the eyes of the nahual still makes me nervous and although some may doubt the veracity of my story, I know what I saw, what I felt and what I learned from that time when I could see the animal walking between two worlds. I' ve never been back there. I ' ll never do that well. La Madriguera del Nahual, as well as Don Justino, are located within a wooded area of the State of San Luis Potosí, the Nahual del Monte my name is Ramón and I have always been a country man, accustomed to night noises, to the whistle of the wind

44:35 between the trees, to the wild animals that travel. The darkness. It ' s still part of my life. That' s where my story comes from. At that time he was only eighteen years old. I was tall and strong, but I was always very lonely. I had very few friends and no siblings, only one sister, but three years younger than me. That' s why we didn' t have much communication apart. He was very unbelieving, even though it was very common in the villages to talk a lot about witches and Nahuales with nothing convinced me of their existence. For the same reason, I was not afraid to walk alone in the mountain. One night I came back from visiting my grandmother in a nearby village. I visited her once a month and that week it was my turn to go. My grandmother was an eighty- year- old woman who knew many things, including things related to witchcraft. I' m not saying she was a witch, although in her village that was said. His house was strange. Inside there were many things that were not common. He had a lot of horrible dolls in a showcase saying in the village that he kept his black jobs on every doll. It bothered me that they talked about my grandmother, but I didn ' t care so much about her. It was her custom that all the time she talked to him, she kept telling me about witches and witches.

46:05 These sorcerers, as I was told, were so wise and powerful that they could be transformed at pleasure into any animal they wished for, no matter the size. But it wasn' t all stories. He assured me that those sorcerers, or at least one of them lived on the mountain between his people and mine, sometimes turned into a pig into a donkey and many others mostly transformed into a huge coyote who used to steal it when the nights were darker to return to my house. He took that desolate old road where no one walked, because, according to the people of the village, he was cursed with shadows and strange animals that chased people. My grandmother assured me that these animals were the Nahual witches. I must make it clear that I' ve never seen anything before. My grandmother knew that every time I visited her I would come back around, because it was the shortest way. He didn' t get tired of asking me not to walk around that place because it was nagual sorcerer' s territory, but I was stubborn that night. When I said goodbye to her, she told me to go wherever I wanted. He didn' t want me to meet some sorcerer, but in case I did, he recommended that I not look him in the eye directly, because he was terribly dangerous. I could consider it a challenge or an offense and attack

47:37 me to take me to the underworld very confident of me, I asked her not to worry my grandmother, showing a smile of concern, because I knew I would not listen to her something sought among her things as protection. He gave me a strange amulet. I would only have to show it to the nahual in whatever form it was, and he would leave me alone the truth and I didn' t believe him. Anyway, out of respect, I kept it in my shirt bag. There was nothing to worry about. I hadn' t been walking to my house for more than an hour, where I still lived with my parents. Besides, it wasn' t even that late, if it was after nine o' clock at night when I went to the Mount. For the first time I felt something strange. I turned around to see if my grandmother came after me, because that' s what I felt, but I was alone. He wasn' t carrying a lamp.

48:30 I was used to walking under the moonlight. But that night the moon was hiding behind thick clouds announcing rains. Not even the few remaining stars offered some light, making the shadows of the trees, which could hardly be distinguished, lost in the darkness or sometimes when they moved in the air, seem as if they were coming to life. The atmosphere was filled with a smell of wet soil and I and go lowered the temperature a little. I walked carefree for 15 minutes. That' s when I heard something behind me were not steps, but a gentle drag, like the rubbing of something against the earth. At first I thought it might be a wounded animal trying to take refuge from the approaching storm, but something in the environment made me think of my grandmother' s stories, of her warnings not to walk alone on that road where the Nahuales lived those sorcerers who took the form of animals to make their misdeeds. My reaction was to stop me for a moment. I don ' t feel sorry to say it. I persected myself because I had a bad feeling. I know that anyone who was in my situation would react in a similar way, whether he was a believer or not, without being sure what he was going to do. I turned slowly hoping to see a horrible thing. Maybe a huge animal with a big snout full of big, pointy teeth, but to my surprise, there was nothing. Although he was accustomed

50:05 to walking in the dark through the cloudy sky he could not distinguish well more than ten or twelve meters. Only with my gaze did I search through the mountain and there was nothing, no footprints or signs of any animal. The first lightnings appeared every time they did so, lighting the whole mountain in a sinister way. The same bushes seemed to transform into grotesque figures, small and large, dancing from one side to the other. Another thing that seemed incredible to me, and for the same reason, filled me with concern was to hear that all the crickets kept silent at the same time as if they had agreed throughout Mount Di. The half way around was just going to keep walking when that drag was heard again, only this time the sound was something much heavier. I turned and walked back, looked again for the origin of that sound. I don' t know if it' s right to say it that way, but the only thing I could hear was him quiet. I screamed up to three times who was there, but I didn' t get an answer. I felt the road would get too long. My intention at the time was to run as fast as I could. I didn' t because I didn' t want to panic, but I did push the step if I was even halfway there. When it started to rain with the rain and the wind that was also starting to untie, it made me feel something

51:39 like a strange chill that I had never felt before. The wind began to move the bushes as if it wanted to tear them off, and the sound of thunder warned me that I was in trouble that road had gone through infinity. Sometimes even so, because of the darkness and the rain that was falling on my eyes, they caused me to lose sight of him without stopping I began to walk around dodging the bushes. At first I would jump the puddles until it became impossible because everything became a lagoon. I stopped because I was lost in the middle of the night and its darkness had never been scary, but by then the nerves would not let me think clearly what I could do to get out soon. From there it was not necessary to see the clock I knew that it had already been more than an hour for it to come to my house, but the only thing that looked around me was the mountain full of shrubs and one that another large tree submerged in complete darkness, I sensed that it was far away from home. Despite the sound of the rain, something more could be heard in the distance. It was a lament, a strange cry that was not of help or pain. I couldn' t even say it belonged to a human. To this day, without fear of being wrong, I can say that this alarm has been the worst, the most dreadful thing I have ever heard. Hearing it would put my chinita skin

53:13 on. I tried to calm down thinking that everything would have an explanation. He was telling me nothing was going on. Besides, I wasn' t gonna get lost in the bush forever. After the rain, I' d surely find the way. I stopped running and began to look at the place I had traveled so many times. I realized I' d never paid any attention to him. I was going through inertia, without recording the route, how many big trees there were or things like that, I walked pointless. A little more. I would turn to see the sky to see if it would clear, but it was all clouds. I did not expect that with the glow of a long lightning, I would look at the figure of a creature about twenty months from me. Just seeing that figure iced me. The blood was bigger than a man. It had the twisted and similar shape of a coyote, but strangely raised on its two hind legs. His fur was a dark set of shadows. His eyes shone so brightly that they seemed to pierce the darkness. I stared at him for a few seconds to make sure he didn' t imagine it, but he wasn' t standing there in front of me. I can' t deny that I felt a tremendous scare.

54:32 When the lightning came to an end, the darkness returned, leaving in the distance only the brightness of his eyes. Then there was a noise so loud that it made me move again without a fixed course. Scraping my clothes for so many thorns I had despaired, I increased my pace because my own fear assured me that that creature was running after me. I could hear her huge strides. His breathing was getting closer and closer. I ran feeling reached as the sound of his follow- up became more intense, my heart speeded up. My mind turned remembering every story, every warning from Grandma about not looking into the eyes of such creatures, because they could steal my soul or take me with her to her dark world. As I ran in despair, I listened to a big, heavy animal like me. He hit the water hard. I remembered bringing the amulet my grandmother had given me. I slowed down determinedly to face whatever that was after me. I stopped I pulled out the amulet. I turned quickly so that that petticoat would stand with him and stop harassing me. But in doing so there was no one behind me.

55:53 That, far from being carefree, filled me with more fear because it might be that the one who was chasing me was invisible and what I could do against something like that. The downpour intensified and the gusts of the wind pushed me where I did not want to go or sometimes prevented me from advancing. I was trying to keep my eyes open, even though with the wind so strong, the rain looked like pins that fit into my skin. When turning towards some trunks that were about fifteen meters away, a figure different from the previous one rose on two legs. This one looked like a huge pig that made a pretty serious and terrifying noise. I didn' t know where to run anymore. For the first time I believed in all the stories that were told about that place. I often regretted being so stubborn and ignoring my grandmother ' s warnings, but what I could do now. I was already lost in that cursed place, where every minute I passed, the hopes of getting out of that huge sonic pig were shortened. He stood on all fours warning that he was going to attack. Suddenly he ran hard at me for a moment. I wanted to run, but I was stuck in the same place without being able to move, even if I wanted to in the next few seconds. I imagined a thousand horrible things. I saw myself being bullied and then devoured by that huge beast. Before that monstrous animal lashed at me,

57:27 I closed my eyes and covered myself with my hands waiting for the impact, but strangely nothing happened. I just felt a gust of air that passed over me. I opened my eyes to my surprise. There was no animal. It doesn' t look like a joke anywhere, but I touched my body to make sure I was still alive. I didn' t know where he could hide such a thing as there was nothing. I thought I imagined it, but everything had been so real. I didn' t know if I was sweating or I was still running out of rainwater. Besides, I felt my head very hot, I swallowed saliva and breathed deep if I was ever going to believe in anything. That was the time. For the first time I asked God to be with me, to help me get rid of everything that was happening to me. Whether it' s true or not. I already felt tired of running. Perhaps my strength failed, but in an oversight I stumbled upon some root and fell into the water. I didn' t get up right away because I heard someone or something coming up scared to death.

58:37 I cornered as much as I could into a bush. I heard loud, strange, gruntlike steps of a cat I knew he was looking for me because I smelled insistently, but I never managed to look at anyone near me. I was convinced they were hallucinations. I couldn' t find another logical explanation. The minutes passed slowly. Then I slowly straightened out because I couldn ' t stay in the water for long either. I turned around everywhere. When I was sure there was no creature, I got up and kept on walking in the hope of finding again the way back, because I could no longer. With a lot of walking in a straight line. I would do it until I got out of the mountain and wouldn' t stop to look at what I looked at, but I walked for a long time in the cold rain without getting anywhere with that feeling that someone was punishing me for not believing in those mystery things. After a while. The rain finally stopped.

59:46 I can' t deny it was a relief, but after that I heard someone screaming in the distance paying attention to him. They looked like they were shouting my name. I felt a hope because I thought he' d come looking for me, maybe my dad. I walked where that scream came from. The minutes passed and the sound never made it. It went further and further and further. That filled me with concern. It was so much my desperation to know who was calling me that I was running back into the thick Monte. I wanted to stop, but as I kept hearing them say my name, I also started screaming so they could locate me. Minutes later, far away, I could distinguish a shadow that walked in great steps. I ran to her, but as I approached her, that shadow was becoming distorted, she was tall and thin. In fact, it was growing more and more. With the last scream I gave he stopped walking and turned to see me. At the time I knew he wasn' t my dad or anyone I knew didn' t even look like a person. For a few distressing seconds we look at each other. My reaction was to run to the opposite side, because the shadow became a grotesque figure with large legs and long hands that moved for both sides. As he ran, he listened to his grunts that seemed to reach me he heard strange and disturbing sounds. It looked like

1:01:17 he was throwing bites. I felt my arms scratched, but they could also be the thorns of the bushes. I ran as hard as I could. I don' t know how long. It seemed strange to me that such a large animal, with those long legs, could not reach me. Maybe I didn' t want to do it without stopping. I turned around and no one came after me. I stopped surprised. Then I put my hands on my knees and pulled air I wished with all my might that it was dawn, but everything was still so dark. Again. I felt someone approaching maybe it was that sorcerer transformed into the wind, because it was the only thing I could feel. I took courage and asked him what he wanted from me. No one answered me with a loud voice. I asked him to leave me alone. I also faced the mountain because it could be a tree.

1:02:16 I didn' t know what to think anymore. I don' t know why, but my grandmother' s essence suddenly came to me out of nowhere as if her scent or her memory had come to me through the air until I thought that maybe it was she who was looking for me in the bush. I didn' t know how, but I took a road that led me to the shores of my town. I finally arrived at my house, closed the door tightly, and charged myself against her. I stayed there for a few seconds wondering if what I had seen was real or just the product of my imagination caused by fear or by the legends my grandmother told me.

1:03:00 The clock It had only been two hours since I left my grandmother' s house, I could assure you that I was lost on the mountain for an eternity in my house and had not noticed that I had not arrived. Then I realized that no one was looking for me in the bush. Surely it was that sorcerer who made me believe that to confuse me. From that experience, I believed in God, in witches and witches and, above all, in the Nahuales that I never went through that stretch of the mountain again. I told the people of the village myself that this place was haunted. The next month that I had to visit my grandmother, I went down the road that all the people used I didn' t know whether to tell her or not everything I had lived that night. Nothing more. When I greeted her, I realized that I already knew what had happened to me, even though I had not told anyone. He also asked me never to get rid of the crutch he had given me, because it was safe protection. I asked him why if he' d been there so many times, I' d never seen anything. He replied that the Nahual was waiting for an opportunity and had found it that night. To my luck, the creature wore the amulet. My name is Rodrigo. In nineteen hundred and eighty- five he

1:04:32 was a young veterinarian, newly graduated, full of dreams eager to progress. I chose to offer my services in a peasant community, very close to my city, in the State of Mexico, believing that there my help would be more valuable and I would get a lot of experience. The community was welcoming, simple people, but with a big heart. Since my arrival I noticed certain things that seemed strange to me. In every house. There were amulets hanging from the windows and white crosses painted on the doors as if they wanted to protect themselves from a malignant or paranormal presence. I talked to some locals without asking anything about it. I calmed down because people didn' t show fear. On the contrary, they were very kind, showing me that they thanked me that I was going to take care of their animals. The place where I would stay was very close to the main road, a pretty quiet place. If during the day few people transited. As evening fell, everything remained silent. I already knew that, as a rural community, people withdrew early. The first night I spent there I was enjoying the peace of mind by having coffee, maybe it would be around ten. When I realized that outside there were some noises that I couldn' t identify. It seemed like someone was lurking around the house. The first reaction I had was to go

1:06:06 out and find out, but something like an instinct stopped me from going outside. Maybe he wanted me to know he was there, because the noises were very obvious. The minutes passed and I knew that what was out there was a big animal. The rest of the night I spent the rest of the night restless by the slope of not knowing for certain what could happen at dawn Before I left to do my first job, I searched the earth for traces. The only ones I found apparently were canines. I say it like that, because they were much bigger than normal, almost like a human foot.

1:06:48 The first thing I thought was that they were trying to make a joke on me, because I didn' t know an animal that left footprints like those strange ones. I followed the time for a few meters, but it was lost in the bush. That day I visited four ranches. In the first three, everything happened normally. I applied some vaccines and healed other animals, but in the last one I looked at something that surprised me. I found traces of an animal apparently from a goat. The only thing that could be clearly identified was one of the legs tied with a chain, while the rest of the body was visibly devoured. What surprised me was when I searched the land and found footprints very similar to those around my house. I asked some of the people that had happened to the animal, but they all evasively answered me until I left things like this, I understood that none of them would talk about what happened. At the end of the day I retired thoughtfully from what I had seen. Most likely I' ve been suffering from attacks from some pack of coyotes or hungry dogs. I had learned in school that that could happen in some regions. I also knew how to set up traps to hunt them already at night, while sharing dinner with one of the families I

1:08:19 told them what happened. First they got the misunderstandings. Later, the Nahuales theme arose almost immediately, despite having ever heard anything about it. I didn ' t believe in those things, but out of respect, I wasn' t going to let you know. The Nahuales as they explained to me that night, those people were not the classic evil beings able to transform themselves into hungry animals, not at least those who lived in that region. He, like the normal Nahuales, were guardians of nature. But also, according to their beliefs, bearers of omens and protectors of the region. He explains many more things to me, including that the nahual was part of them. I must admit, I didn' t really believe it, because in my town there wasn' t much talk about things like that. As if I' d been interested in the subject, I told them that I thought those beings were out of hell. Therefore, they were dangerous. The grandfather of the family explained to me that if there were other types of Nahuales as terrible as evil, the black Nahuales, these beings were robbers, able to steal animals and attack people, but who inhabited other lands. It was very rare for any of those creatures to approach, because the smell of the protective nahual was a threat to them. He told me interesting stories, but incredible creatures,

1:09:54 fighting among themselves for some territory, animals that disappeared regardless of their size and attacks on people. When night fell, he asked me in a warning tone if I had already protected my house with the lime cross, which I told him not yet, but that at the first opportunity I would. The old man looked at me in a way that made me uncomfortable, intrigued and I must admit a little interested. I began to investigate more about these beings with the people where I was going to check their animals. Although they didn’ t talk much about it, they all had a version that was attached to what that old man had told me. Analyzing things, people felt protected not by an animal, but rather by a person who transformed himself at night and thus became a kind of being very different from anything known. He went all over the country looking after all the inhabitants. My days passed between the care of animals, conversations with places years about their beliefs and traditions. But it was one night, when I returned from a veterinary emergency on a distant farm, when my horror story actually began. That time I was late checking some horses. For the same reason, the way back was already dark illuminated.

1:11:18 Only by the dim light of the moon following a sidewalk. I walked without fear. That' s when I first saw him as a silhouette that looked like a human and an animal. Moving with a supernatural agility, I watched him pass across the road about eight meters. He never even saw me again. Even so, my heart accelerated and although my mind sought a logical explanation, my body reacted with a chill. The figure didn' t stop. I followed him until he got lost in the dark. For a moment I came to suppose that I had imagined it, suggested by everything I had been told. I kept moving. When I was in the place where I saw that creature pass I reached to see that some eyes shone, something undefined.

1:12:10 I was there in the middle of the shadows, maybe waiting for me more than anything else was an appearance. It was not entirely human, it was tall and, apparently thin, it breathed very hard and fast. Just like he showed up. It faded into the dark, although it took me a little while to react, I ran as far as I could. When I arrived at my home, I noticed that someone had already painted a rather large white cross at the door. When I saw her, I felt protected. I walked in and locked the door inside. I can' t explain the fear I had at the time, although nothing unusual was heard. Perhaps from what I had seen, my nerves betrayed me and it appeared to me that, suddenly that which had crossed the road in the middle of the mountain would enter in a violent way to attack me. Nothing happened. The next day I shared my experience with some workers waiting for mockery. It didn' t happen like that. I found serious and understanding faces. They explained something to me that filled me with amazement. He had had a meeting with the community ' s protective nahual. This meeting, according to them, was no coincidence.

1:13:26 He already knew he was new there in his territory. They warned me that I should be respectful and careful also because there were things in that place that were beyond what I could understand. During the day I asked among the ranchers who had painted the White Cross on my door, but no one gave me an answer. At the last ranch I visited the manager told me to stop digging into the nahual, because that wasn' t good. He asked me not to be afraid because the nahual, if he wanted to, would have attacked me any way he wanted. He suggested that I visit the Community shaman to give me the protection I lacked. He gave me the signs to find his home and recommended that, if possible during the morning, when I was with him, I should be respectful to ask for things. Please, and don' t refer to the Nahuales as hell animals or expressions, so I told the ranchers the rest of the day about the traps to kill or catch whoever was attacking their animals. They just looked at me like I was proposing a barbarity. Of course everyone refused and I didn' t understand why that night. I wasn' t really expecting it, I was just about to fall asleep. When I heard again that someone was walking outside, it seemed like I was looking for something because I was fanning things out, I

1:14:58 worried about my safety, thinking maybe I was nagual and looking for food. He had no dog, no chickens, or anything else to feed him. It was just me. That' s what scared me. I grabbed a stick that I had and pushed it up against the wall so I knew I was listening to it. That' s enough for him to stop making those noises. Thinking he' d left, I looked out the window. Everything was a complete darkness that prevented me from distinguishing anything. Making an effort, I could see something moved in the dark. He was blacker than the same night he got in the bush. He did it by making big strides without making the slightest noise. I checked so it was the nahual. After seeing that being who could not classify him as a definite species, my days passed between a mixture of doubt and fear. I couldn' t get the image of the black nahual out of my head like coal and making strange noises.

1:16:00 The feeling of being in front of something completely unknown was already affecting me It was then when I decided to look for Don Ernesto, the shaman, a highly respected old man in the Community, who was said to have a lot of wisdom, but above all, I knew more about the Nahuales than anyone else around. His house was the most remote and solitary in the Community, surrounded by dry trees, all built of wood. I had no animals in sight, although occasionally some chickens were heard and welcomed me as if already waiting for me. Don Ernesto listened attentively to me nodding from time to time he had a hard look and did not interrupt me. When I finished talking, he said quietly the Nahuales don' t reveal themselves for no reason. If you' ve come across one, it' s because something' s about to happen. His tone was serious, filled with a concern that he could not fully understand before he could ask more. He assured me that what he had seen was not the protective nahual. He stood up and gave me some kind of amulet to put in my window, just as they had the other houses. He asked me not to walk alone at night, to be a black nagual. What I looked at wasn' t just me, we were all in danger. He told me it was important to protect the community.

1:17:25 We' re still talking a little longer. When the afternoon fell, Don Ernesto said he would accompany me to my house to place the protection he had given me about to fall the night. We got out of his house. After half an hour, we were already walking under the moonlight. Don Ernesto took me on another road one that surrounded the whole Community and that I had never traveled. Before we went home, we headed to a place where the shadows of the trees intertwined and the sound of the wind seemed to cry. We arrived at a cabin tucked into the mountain by the smell of moisture I knew it had been long, abandoned even in the dark. Don Ernesto walked very safely as if he were part of his home. He explained to me that he would try to find the Nahual to understand his intention. Making sure it wouldn' t be easy even with my fear, I asked him to let me accompany him. He warned me that the idea was not to marry him, but rather to understand and if it was possible to lead him away from the community, perhaps he was only hungry. We sat in front of an old table and Don Ernesto lit a candle with little light. I realized that he looked at me in a disturbing way, like wanting to say something, like the minutes passed and he didn' t talk. I asked him what was going on. He didn' t answer me. I felt more

1:18:57 and more nervous and began to feel that something was wrong. I was going to get up to retire. When Don Ernesto told me that he was the nahual of the Community. I didn' t think it was a joke at the time. Getting over the chair, I got up scared. I went back to see how far the door was. I realized I locked it with a lock. I walked a few steps back without taking his sight away from that old man who showed no expression on his face. I wanted to run away, but I felt stuck I realized that I was in danger, plunged in the middle of the mountain inside an abandoned hut. Also, in front of a stranger who assured me that I was a nahual in case this was not enough, I didn' t even know the way back. Don Ernesto, while looking at me, asked me not to be afraid, because he, being the protector, would never hurt me. He assured me that all the people in the community knew. Besides, they had an agreement at night.

1:20:02 He went out to tour the surroundings and, as a payment, could take some of the animals from any house or ranch. I didn' t know if everything he was telling me was true, but because of the look on his face he made me assume it was. My conservation instinct told me that I had to escape without expecting a violent reaction from him. I ran out to where I believed my house was in the middle of the darkness in the mountains and imagining atrocious things, I walked away from there no matter what I lost. The important thing at the time was to get me safe from that old man who didn' t know what he might be able to do.

1:20:45 There came a moment when I no longer knew where I was or where to run. I stood by to locate myself trying to recognize something, but all the scrubs seemed the same to me. I was looking over and over. I decided to run a little more. When I did, I could distinguish a black and tall silhouette moving towards me. I stopped again trying to identify what that was. I didn' t have time to get out of the way in a few seconds. I already had him in front of me. The Nahual seemed agitated. His eyes shone with great intensity. At a time of tension, he jumped at me and I received a blow that threw me to the ground. I felt the pain of the wound from the force with which he attacked me. I assumed it would be serious, but I also felt that that was all. You didn' t see any intention of attacking me as if you just wanted to step in and I was in the way of you. Thrown on the ground and stunned as I was, I looked even bigger at that animal. He made horrible sounds like he wanted to talk while looking at me. He jumped over me and went on his way making a great effort. I got up. I was very stunned. I crossed the mountain with my eyes looking for the Nahual, but he was gone.

1:22:11 I still managed to hear him running through the bushes. I began to walk fearfully, knowing that at any moment I could find that animal again. I heard someone was walking a few feet away from me. I rushed in because I couldn' t think of anything else. I thought it was the nahual who was following me with one hand in the wound. I walked as fast as I could, trying to find the way. I was afraid to think that the animal that followed me could smell my blood and find me and attack me again. I walked for a long time, so long that my legs hurt, until guided by a light that I looked away, I found the Community and with it my home. When it is I had runs inside I went through everything I could to block the door. I also covered the window. I checked the wound and it wasn' t serious. I remembered the amulet Don Ernesto had given me. Soon I put it in the window hoping it would work and not be a deception of that old man. I spent the rest of the night with a piece of wood in my hands to defend myself if necessary. I was very open- eyed to the slope, but fearful that Don Ernesto, transformed into that nagual, would attack me.

1:23:31 I didn' t think an animal like that was protective. Even if that were true, then the other nahual, the dangerous, was also at risk. Nothing more. Dawn I gathered all my things to leave that place. Although the sun had already risen, I was afraid to walk in the mountain, but I had no choice. Decided to leave that place. I did so by praying that I could not get into the Nahual or Don Ernesto I was thinking of leaving without telling anyone, but in that case a rancher passed in his truck and offered to take me. In telling him what had happened to me, he confirmed to me that Don Ernesto was the Nahual, but that he had never done anything to them. Surely what had attacked me was an animal from the mountain, because it was not known that another Nagual walked in the Community. The further I walked away from there I regained my safety.

1:24:30 That' s why I promised I' d come back to talk to everyone and even to Don Ernesto, who at the end of the day had the possibility that he wouldn' t have attacked me. I returned to my city, where I initially thought I should not have left yet today. I ' m a veterinarian because animals are my passion. When I begin to think about what happened to me, I cannot help but wonder how many stories and truths are hidden in the traditions and legends of the neo- Eens, although for a long time I have sought logical explanations because my mind still refuses to accept, but I know that what I lived was real. Nahuales, in any of their forms, do always exist for me in the shadows. They are a constant reminder that sometimes reality surpasses fiction. Now I have great respect for all those beliefs. I learned to see the world of the paranormal through other eyes, although I never returned to that place for some time I felt the presence of something that was around my house. I came to see silhouettes, to hear grunts and a shadow in the corner of my courtyard, stories written and adapted by black cat