La Maldición De Una Entidad Sonriente Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 It was a hot one. Late summer I was walking home after a long day of work. The sun was beginning to hide on the horizon. Suddenly there was a vehicle accident, which I witnessed. Front row. A motorcyclist had violently crashed into a car at the intersection right in front of me. He didn' t wear a helmet and the impact had been so brutal that it was hard to describe. I was paralyzed watching people rush to help as the inert body lay on the pavement. I' ve never seen anything like it before. The shock went through me, leaving me breathless and with my heart pounding hard on my chest. The images of the accident were repeated over and over again in my mind, while I was shocked. I noticed how the body of the wrecked and bloody bicycle engine began to move. At first it was barely perceptible as a mild tremor, but then its broken limbs twisted as if it were desperately trying to get up. The panic took hold of me when his blood- injected eyes nailed into mine. It was an empty, lifeless look and then his face was distorted into a grotesque smile, twisting into a grimace that did not belong to this world. A chill swept through my spine when the biker started laughing. But the weirdest thing of all was

1:40 that no one else seemed to notice the horrifying scene before his eyes. People continued their lives as if nothing extraordinary was happening. Some kept talking on their phones informing their acquaintances about the accident. Others talked among themselves about the dangers of the street one, and others simply ignored the scene and continued on their way. It was as if only I could see the real nightmare unfolding. I gathered enough strength to turn around and run away from that place. My feet hit the asphalt hard as I walked away as fast as I could.

2:22 The biker' s laughter was still ringing in my ears, tormenting me with his macabre tone. When I got home, I staggered at the door with my heart still hammering in my chest hard. I closed the door behind me with trembling hands, ignoring the knot of anxiety that twisted in my stomach, I headed towards the couch and fell into it with a sigh. I tried to convince myself that everything had been just an illusion, a product of my mind disturbed by trauma, Despite the exhaustion that weighed on my eyelids, I fell on the couch and closed my eyes, But when I did, my memories led me to what I had witnessed that afternoon. The memories of the accident were still in my mind. I tried to forget everything, turning on the TV slowly fell asleep. It was in the middle of the night that I woke up suddenly with my heart with a strong tachycardia that the blinking light of the TV filled the room and a cold sweat covered my forehead. As I struggled to catch my breath, I turned off the TV and got off the couch. At that moment, the memory of the accident faded from my mind. I was thinking more about just going back to sleep in my room.

3:44 As I was heading towards the hallway leading to my room, a disturbing sound broke the silence of the night. It was a deaf noise, like the crackling of broken branches under the weight of something heavy. I was wondering what might be causing such a commotion in my jar at that time of night. I thought I' d forget it and go to sleep. The sound was repeated again. I recalled that my neighbors had been complaining about dogs, which broke garbage bags, so, taking a flashlight, I decided to go out and check. Everything seemed quiet. The ground was slightly lit by the moonlight and the air was fresh. I walked into the area, where I used to put my garbage bags, but when I got there I realized that my garbage was intact, seeing that I had nothing more to worry about I turned around to come back and heard a noise next to the garden, so I lit up as I approached. But then, just before arriving, the flashlight suddenly went out. Admiring myself in the light darkness, I hit the side of the flashlight a couple of times trying to turn it on, but I only heard faint flashes. A sudden noise made me jump. It was like the sound of something falling to the ground. My muscles strained instinctively as I turned to the origin of the noise with my heart beating strongly. It

5:15 was then that the light of the flashlight lit again, revealing the distorted figure of a man, but it was not any man. He was the motorcyclist of the car accident. His grotesque smile cut the darkness with a malevolent glow and his twisted limbs shook with a macabre vibra. Terror wrapped me up like an icy blanket. As my mind receded, I struggled to process the nightmare that was in front of me I dropped the flashlight when my feet instinctively moved back. Far from that living horror, I ran to the safety of my house. As I tried to contain the panic that threatened to consume me completely.

6:00 The next morning I had no choice but to leave my home. To tell the truth I didn' t want to do it Under the sunlight I felt a little calmer, but the feeling of restlessness still persisted in the depths of my being as I walked through the park that was on my way to work. A feeling of discomfort invaded me when I noticed the absence of children who used to run and laugh in the playground. Instead, everyone was standing in silence, watching me frowning feeling a chill to my spine when I noticed the expression on their faces was the same wild and sinister smile I had seen on the biker the night before. A knot of terror formed in my stomach.

6:51 When I realized that every child showed that macabre grimace I gave a loud cry of horror, calling the attention of the people walking nearby. I looked around for help, hoping to find some confirmation that what I saw was not real, that everything was just an illusion. No one else seemed to notice the strange transformation that was taking place before his eyes. People continued their lives as if nothing was out of place, ignoring the horrific scene that unfolded before them. It was like he was trapped in a nightmare world. Only I could see that. I walked away from the park as fast as I could feel the terror. With every step I took. My thoughts revolved with confusion and fear, wondering if I was losing my sanity or if something much darker was happening. Upon arriving at work, I found myself unable to concentrate on my usual tasks. The image of the children with their twisted smiles continued to torment me. I felt like I was on the edge of crazy. There was no explanation, which could give that it did not end up generating even more doubt. I felt like I was about to freak out from that fateful day. My life had been a descent into the darkness. It didn' t matter if I was awake or asleep. The entity seemed to enjoy tormenting me mercilessly in my work, in the street, in the privacy of my

8:24 home. I always felt a penetrating look, as if someone was watching me from anywhere, and when I was able to locate the person watching me, I always found myself with the same scary vision, a twisted and disfigured smile as I had seen on the biker' s face. On that afternoon, every encounter filled me with a sense of horror. The nights were no better. These were filled with strangers, dreams, almost for the most part, with an obese man, who had a strange blue countenance. That man always seemed to be making fun of me for those reasons I hardly slept, causing my quality of life to be affected. Day by day, desperate to find some peace, I decided to return to my hometown, seeking refuge in the calm of rural life, but even there the shadow of the entity that was chasing me seemed to disturb me. My mother, seeing my state exhausted and afflicted, finally confronted me, wondering what was happening to me. I tried to evade their questions, fearing that by talking about it I would only feed my own fears, just like my mother' s. But there came a time when I could no longer hide the truth. I told my mother about the disturbing visions and encounters I had experienced since that afternoon when I witnessed that

9:56 car accident. His face paled as he listened to my words and I could see the worry and fear reflected in his eyes. My mother told me that I needed to talk to my grandfather, because if anyone knew anything about all that was him. Those words intrigued me. I was wondering why my grandfather would know anything about it. My mother refused to tell me anything else, so I went to my grandfather' s house. I had seen my grandfather only a few times during my childhood. He was a reserved man who preferred solitude. At that time I was clinging to the hope that he could have answers to the questions that tormented me. When I arrived at my grandfather' s house, he invited me over to my mother, I had already told her my situation. He offered me a cup of tea. The taste of tea was unusual. I felt an immediate relief when I took the first few sips. It was as if a darla weight had risen from my chest, allowing me to breathe easily. For the first time in a long time I looked at my grandfather asking what that tea was about That' s when my grandfather started telling me the truth about a curse that had fallen on our family.

11:20 He told me that he himself had experienced similar visions in his youth, like my father before me, and that it was a curse that passed from parents to children. They were not sure which of the children would inherit it. I asked him what exactly was following us, but my grandfather could only shrug his shoulders in response. No one in our family knew for sure what that being that tormented us was only called the one who smiles at the macabre expression that always adorned his face. My grandfather proceeded to tell me how it all started. When I was just a kid. His father had taken him with him to a morgue, as he worked there and had nowhere to leave him. And while he played carelessly between the rooms, he met an obese man resting on one of the tables. The man was completely blue and on his arm there was a tattoo of very strange satanic symbols. My grandfather, curious, touched that man' s tattoo. It was then that the man turned his head toward him, showing a mocking, demonic smile that filled him with terror. This account ran to where his father was, but despite telling what he had seen, no one believed him. But from that day on, the one who smiles became present in my grandfather' s life, stalking him in the shadows or manifesting himself in different people. Eventually, my grandfather

12:56 learned to protect himself using amulets and rituals, but when he had children, one of them inherited the curse and this one went to my father. When he had his children, the first thing he did was baptize us all, believing that none of us would be affected in this way. And for many years everyone thought it had worked. That was the reason they never talked to us about it. Now we knew it wasn' t like that. My grandfather gave me some of those protective amulets, promising me that they would help me keep at bay when I was chasing us with the protective amulets. In my possession, I said goodbye to my grandfather with a knot in his throat and a feeling of gratitude mixed with the weight of reality he faced. Now I had a clearer understanding of what was haunting me. The feeling of fear persisted in the depths of my being. I came home with a new determination.

13:56 I learned to live with the constant presence of the being that persecutes me, who was always vigilant in the shadows, stalking me in the most unexpected moments. I still saw him from time to time I dived into my work and my hobbies, looking for distractions to keep my thoughts away from the darkness around me there was a decision that weighed upon me, the choice of not having children. I knew that the curse that had haunted my family for generations could be passed on to the next generation and I could not bear the idea of condemning another human being to the same life of fear and despair that I had experienced. Despite everything, I found comfort in the small moments of happiness and tranquility I could still find in my life. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante