La Monstruosa Bruja Ave De La Cabaña Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The desolate cabin. When I left Ecuador, I did so with the determination of a warrior who leaves his land in search of a better future. It was the spring of two thousand and twelve, when the famine, unemployment and pressure exerted on the people by criminals who, far from offering any better opportunity, plunged the whole society into the deepest misery. I went out with a group of twenty people on the first Saturday of spring, working people, we made a long walk down the road. We met all kinds of people, both people who wanted to abuse us and people who fed us and gave us clothes. After a couple of weeks of walking, we spotted the border of Mexico, where we expected to climb that train that they call the Beast first or not or two across the border, because we found an operative that prevented us from entering Mexico and there, in the midst of all the people, we looked for another means to enter by choosing the worst way of all.

1:14 We went up to the Beast, where we found a similar atmosphere, where small gang leaders extorted us. Fortunately, we joined a group that didn' t do business with other people' s misfortune and looked after our backs. We still came to an area passing through Chiapas, where we were no longer allowed to move on. For this purpose, of the twenty people we left, we only left nine same that we divided between those who wished to continue at all costs and those who were already tired and preferred to seek accommodation in the State. Then we arrived in a nearby village, San Cristóbal de las Casas, where we found work on a coffee ranch. I didn' t mean to stay there, but any work in that place was better than going back to Ecuador. I lasted there first for a couple of weeks, then six months, and when I remembered I already had a year of work.

2:08 I even settled in a little house on the outskirts of the village. It ' s not like I wasn' t comfortable. The people of Chiapas are very humanitarian, humble and hospitable people. I even started a relationship with a girl from San Cristóbal. However, I felt within myself this call to continue my journey through the countryside talking with my then partner named Nancy advised me to take walks in my days of rest to silence this desire to continue, because the road to the neighboring country of the North was very uncertain. Maybe I wouldn' t even make it across, and there was a better chance that my story would end up bad for success. After meditating on his words, I could only agree with him. If in Chiapas I had already installed what stopped me to be happy. So, I followed his advice, began to take as a hobby the walks in the countryside. First with her, then I just became a whole walking pro. I even got a tent, a sleeping bag, a first aid kit, and some boots all over the place.

3:20 These last ones were a gift from Nancy. To tell the truth, I preferred to travel alone, because in carrying out this activity I took me to a kind of state of meditation that always replenished me with both the workload and the traumas experienced during my journey through Central America. During the first anniversary of Bridezgo, we decided to camp for a weekend in an area that does not exist today, as it has been occupied by the urbanization. But at that time it was a barren field that led to a gap whose path led you to a small lake. We do not prepare as we do several canned foods, fruits, a couple of sleeping bags and warm clothes, because the nights in the open, although the days are sunny, the nights are quite cold. I heard through one of the coffee pawns, such that the area where we wanted to camp was not very safe, not because of crime, but because it was said that paranormal phenomena occurred there and many people had been lost. Despite that place, it did not have a leafy forest, cliffs or wells. I, as always, listened only to that warning. But since I had survived the hell that migrants lived in, then if they talked to me about paranormal phenomena, I didn' t fear them anyway. In Ecuador he knew several witches of whom he claimed possessed the power to cause diseases in people, in addition to succeeding in changing the shape of animals. But

4:53 neither in Ecuador nor Mexico did I believe in those stories. So neither Nancy nor I chickened out with that getaway, and it was up to us to see a couple of photographs. We were made beautiful by the landscape. In addition to the fact that a flat terrain away from the trees is the ideal place to set up a camp, we went into the field walking by hand, crossed a part of leafy forest and decided to stop to look. The light entered between the branches of the trees and joined to the wind that rocked the branches and the leaves, making it seem that the light danced. We liked this area so much that we promised to come back the next day to spend the afternoon. Before we go home again, we follow our path until we leave behind the little forest. The green of the trees was replaced by a barren and flat terrain where it smelled like nards we walked a couple of kilometers and spotted a desolate cabin in the distance. It was a rather curious construction, as it did not resemble any that I saw either in Mexico or in Ecuador. It looked like that kind of American- style cabins that were on TV series. It was the typical house design that one would draw as a child, despite never having seen a house like this, four walls, a ceiling shaped like a triangle, a door, a window and sticking out of the roof, a fireplace. We approached attracted by this peculiar cabin and

6:26 just as we approached we felt something flying over our heads, we stood dry and looked in front of us as a large bird flew to lie on top of the cabin. It looked like a owl, but as far as I knew, those birds weren' t that big, not even owls. We approached with caution. Once we were in front of the cabin, we saw that it was abandoned and almost all the wood that kept it standing was rotten. We looked at the details of the construction, as the cabin showed that it had been beautiful in the past. Some boards had a well- ornate relief with strange symbols among which I remember seeing random numbers of a star, the sun and the moon. We were absorbed in the details of the cabin.

7:17 When Nancy jumped scared and I soon found out what scared her, I turned to the right and for a couple of seconds I saw a girl with black hair, very long with completely black eyes. He was showing a face of anguish. I fell back scared. Then the girl turned and got lost. After the cabin, Nancy and I moved away from the cabin, we decided to build the camp on a small, outstanding plain on the flat ground. We both agreed that the girl was not human, but a ghost. After having installed the campaign house, I started to gather some firewood to light a campfire, since at the end of the afternoon the cold would hit eagerly.

8:01 We ate together and when the sun fell, a heaviness seized us. We went inside the campaign house and just closed our eyes, fell asleep. I remember between dreams I heard some animal footprints outside the store, same horrible scream. Then I tried to wake up, but I couldn' t. I felt more and more heavy as if I was immersed in deep water. After several attempts to wake up and not achieve it, I gave up and remained committed to the dream I witnessed. It wouldn' t be nice in my dream if I woke up and immediately spoke to Nancy, who also looked pretty uneasy about it. Out of sheer inertia, I was pulling back, holding her arms and over us. The tent was beginning to be torn.

8:54 The fabric of the shop opened and a huge hairy, pointed leg entered. Then we saw again the horrible face of the black- eyed girl who barely saw us. He threw that same regret that I heard when I was trying to wake up the girl had the spider body and when she was about to reach us, I woke up screaming desperately until I became a fan. When I woke up, Nancy hugged me trying to calm me down. I didn ' t want to sleep anymore. She told me that she also dreamed of the spider girl, but that I had scared her more of my screams than the nightmare. I kissed him and told him to go back to sleep.

9:35 I got out of the campaign house and put water to warm up. In the wreckage of the fire. I looked at my watch at five o' clock in the morning. It won' t be long before dawn. As I took my coffee sitting on a trunk, I looked at the fact that right next to the campaign house were a pair of bow arrows, both adorned with the feather of some bird, it became quite strange for me to see those objects and that they were embedded in the earth and not on the ground. I didn’ t want to imagine things, as I was still a little upset by the nightmare I had just suffered. I continued to drink coffee and saw the sun rise beyond the desolate hut. I don' t know why, but at that moment I felt a huge urge to walk over there and explore inside the cabin, which I didn' t do until it was fully illuminated. I didn' t even tell Nancy, because when I was about to go out, I listened to her snoring and felt sorry to lift her. When I was in front of the cabin, I felt ashamed, for I could not find a reason to be afraid of a construction so old that it was very likely to collapse. On entering I saw a flash inside.

10:48 Right after I showed up, I noticed that it was three black candles on a candlestick. I put my head inside the window and I thought I saw an old woman showing a face that was too wrinkled. That' s where I went back and hid sticking my face to the window. The woman seemed to be plucking a hen, but the bird was still alive and instead of making sounds belonging to a species animal, it seemed as if a human being was being hurt. I felt shocked. Then I stepped back and at that moment I bumped into someone' s back was a guy who looked in deplorable condition. He didn' t have a shirt, and he was dressed alone in some fabric briefs, as soon as he saw me, he fell to the ground and was stuck. Then he began to beg me for help, for according to him, the woman in the hut had her daughter trapped.

11:46 I asked the man to stand up and if he wanted to, he could feed him and also some clothes. But the man, looking at me, told me he didn' t have much time left. That' s what I despaired about. I took him by the shoulders and invited him into the cabin with me to see that an old woman was not a real problem. Dragging the man I approached the door, for he did not want to enter. When we reached the door inside there were neither the three candles nor the old lady. I pushed the man to show him that there really was nothing to fear in there and if it was true that his daughter was there, we would find her. But the man gave me a push with excessive force for someone like him, because he managed to knock me down and throw me several meters into the house. I stood up and immediately wanted to face that man, but he was already running several meters ahead of me. I wanted to run after him, but I thought it didn' t make sense.

12:46 It was very likely that he was a simple madman who lived in indigence. I still felt afraid for Nancy, but that man ran in the opposite direction to the location of our camp. Then I took advantage of the fact that he was already inside. I decided to take a look, even if it was quick. I didn' t find the big deal. Just the wax remains of the candles, also some bird feathers and old girl clothes. The aroma in there was quite unpleasant, as if they opened a kind of plumbing and to try to cover the aroma several incenses were lit. I didn ' t think anyone could be occupying the cabin, because even the melted wax seemed to have been there a long time already. I decided to go back and look for Nancy to spend the rest of the afternoon at the lake.

13:33 I thought I' d find her in the wreckage of the fire, but she wasn' t there. Thinking I' d still be asleep. I went into the campaign house, but I didn' t find Nancy either, and I imagined the worst, so I started screaming her name. Seconds later, she appeared behind the trees. He told me he went to the bathroom. She told me that I was quite nervous that if I preferred, we would pick up the camp and go home or try camping in some other loor. I told him that at least we spent the rest of the morning at the lake, and then we saw if we were coming back or not. When I was there, I told him about my encounter with that strange tramp and as seconds before I saw that old lady in front of the candles murdering a bird that produced a human sound. She thought it was very likely that the cabin was inhabited by ghosts, but that really, apart from scaring us, they couldn' t hurt us in exchange for the homeless. If care should be taken, for there was a possibility that he would attack us during the night, then I suggested to him to move our camp by the lake, because although the terrain was not so flat, if it was quite beautiful and he did not believe that that man could survive being half naked in the cold that leaked on the night of the lake. Nancy felt the same way I did. Besides, I started bragging that if you showed up again, that man would pierce him with my hunter' s knife. So we went to lift up the tent, and I showed Nancy the pair of arrows I

15:03 discovered in the morning. This became quite strange to her, but we prefer to leave them where we find them. When we finished raising the camp, we heard some sort of lament, but it was so dim the sound that we could well be confused with the whistle of the wind and, unlike the night before, the heaviness did not take hold of us. We stayed late looking at the moon and its reflection inside the water. We went to sleep. After midnight, I had a little nightmare with that man. He saw him in the middle of the hunched wasteland, shouting his daughter' s name and crying in despair. Moments later she saw as that old woman, undressing in the midst of the wilderness, but her feet clung to form something like the claws of a vulture. At that moment he clung to that man' s neck and his face deformed into a beak and with it he bit his face until his basins were empty. At that moment I woke up this time I didn' t scream. I just stood up and watched Nancy get stuck talking inconsistencies. This scared me pretty much, because as far as I knew she had no sleepwalking problems or anything like that, so I tried to hug her to put her back to bed, but her reaction was to let go of a blow in the middle of the face. I backed out. Then I noticed my nose bleeding. When I was able to stop the bleeding, I started talking to Nancy, who suddenly opened her eyes. She stared at

16:37 me being possessed and said something like that, she' ll come by your eyes too. I felt scared, but seconds later she woke up and cried. He told me he had the worst nightmare of his life. Then I asked him to tell me, to which he refused, for he told me that he preferred to give it, but that it was best to leave those lands, for he was sure that there was something evil there, something that was not tangible or physical, but that lived between our world and the astral low. Then we waited until dawn was full. Then we had breakfast and started to raise the camp. While removing the stakes that kept the tent tied to the ground. I was thinking that what happened to Nancy was nothing but possession and not just an episode of sleepwalking. When we finished guarding all things, we got on our way back to the field. We met the man who was half- naked. He swung in front of Nancy and asked her what she asked of me. He told her to help him get his daughter back, who was locked in a kind of cage that was buried under the desolate hut. Nancy turned to me to see and against all odds, asked me to help that man. I told him it made no sense that this man suffered from his mental faculties, that he had already been inside the cabin

18:07 and the only thing in there was ghosts. Nancy didn' t listen to me and as if she were possessed again, she ran towards the cabin. I had no choice but to follow her completely, since she was inside, she would realize that that poor guy was only a victim of some trauma lived in the past. But Nancy didn' t listen to me. He walked into the cabin and I stayed outside from one second to another. I heard her screaming. Then I entered Nancy was in that state where I found her in the morning. I was on my knees in a corner of the cabin. Then I approached her and tried to ask her to come back with me, but she didn' t answer me. That' s exactly what I was watching. Underneath the cabin was a wooden staircase all broken and underneath.

18:57 I began to hear the same mino sound as the hen that plucked the woman. Seconds later, I saw the old woman emerge, and when we saw her, she went up the broken ladder in an unnatural way At that moment I brought Nancy to me, because she didn' t answer and she wasn ' t going to wait for me to do it to get out of that damn cabin. When we were outside, it faded and I had to carry it with the weight of the luggage plus the weight of it. I just made it to the plain. From there I could see that thing that I could do nothing but a witch and not a ghost. He flew up to a meter and a half away. It was the most horrible thing I' ve ever seen. I don' t even have words to describe her.

19:44 She was an old woman with bird legs and her face was mixed with that of a sopilot or vulture. He squealed in the brain. The panic took hold. I didn' t even know how to react, because I couldn ' t run out and leave Nancy there. Dropped. The witch flew as far as we were and all I ever thought of doing was hugging Nancy, placing my back as a shield as I closed my eyes. I felt a horrible burning on my back. Then I heard her scream. Then I realized the voice of a man and as I did not feel being attacked again, I got up to see what was happening. Then I saw the half- naked man attack the witch with some kind of baseball bat with nails. The creature squealed and the man cursed her while a claw was on her head.

20:34 Nancy came to her senses again, and without a word, I took her by the hand and started running. We stopped when we got to the little forest. At that moment I felt very tired and the burning in the back became unbearable. Nancy noticed my wounds and screamed. Everything happened so fast that I can barely remember some details we went home and after packing, we went to a health center to attend to the wounds themselves, which were quite serious and profound. I didn' t know what to tell them, for I knew that if I told the truth, they wouldn' t believe me and maybe they could even make fun of me for a long time. We stopped going out. Even Nancy and I are done, although we don' t stop talking. I knew that after the experience he had an insomnia crisis and had to give him sleeping pills. One day. I encouraged myself to tell my story to an old man who worked with us. He told me that the place I was in was inhabited not just by a witch, but by several, but that to what he knew, that had happened a long time ago, when he was just a five- year- old boy. According to the Lord' s account, the women were foreigners who settled there where they dedicated themselves to offering herbs for women to interrupt their pregnancies. But just as they were there about two years old, several children from nearby villages began

22:07 to disappear. So, naturally, they accused women of being witches and being guilty of missing children. Only one man of all people dared to face them, for he swore that they had their daughter. One of the women, whom he found skinning a hen, broke into the cabin and buried scissors in one of his eyes, the other woman. Seeing the danger, he flew off into a bird. The man couldn' t find his daughter, and he didn' t come home either. They knew what happened because of a boy who followed him to the man they found him within three days. Floating in the lake. He was wearing nothing but underwear. The fish had eaten his eyes and carried on his chest a huge cross made with fire. I heard the story of the lord and in the end I could not help but think that perhaps it was the spirit of that man whom I saw still wandering around that area looking for who can help him find his daughter. In time, the spirit of travel invaded me again and I currently reside in Chihuahua, where I have settled and do not wish to move on. Tale written and adapted by Mauricio Farfán