La Posesión De Mi Madre, Pudo Acabar Con Mi Vida Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The abandoned neighborhood. There was a time when I only lived with my mother, in a semi abandoned neighborhood, where things happened to us that I still can' t understand. Logically, my mother had left my father a long time ago when I was only about two years old. Since then, it was just me and my mother. Therefore we had to live constantly in different places, always for a short time. Unfortunately, we never have the support of the family, neither of my father nor of my mother. In fact, as far as I remember, it' s always been just us.

0:45 Two. My mother was offered a very cheap rent from a small house in the neighborhood. The owner had told us that he would soon sell the entire neighborhood to a person who wanted to set up a factory, so he told my mother that he could rent a place for a couple of months, but as soon as he told us, we would have to leave the neighborhood for just 300 Mexican pesos. A month later, we managed to get a place to sleep, which gave my mother enough time to get a better place. For my part, I was glad that this time I would not be changed from school as always when we moved home. The neighborhood was located right in the heart of the city, between alleyways and more modern buildings. This place seemed forgotten in time, inside most of the houses were uninhabited, with worn walls and stains that were already difficult to remove. There were even some who could barely stand. The broken windows of one of the houses gave the appearance that it was a haunted place. Even the owner, when introducing us to the place, mentioned that it would not be a good idea to approach there, because at any time it could come down. Right behind the stairs leading to the top floor, where we could hang our clothes to dry, was

2:16 the dumpster. There one could leave his trash and the truck would stop by once a week to pick it up. My mother asked the owner if there was anyone else living in the houses. He commented that just that week the last tenant, a young couple, would leave. In other words, starting next week we' d just be my mother and me. The neighborhood was very quiet. You could hear the air, go through the houses and whistle through every hole. In some houses, as on the floor, I could notice the moss growing and right next to the stairs was the one to laugh at our little house for a few months. One of the few houses that still had the iron door complete, rusty, but complete. The owner opened the door of a push. Apparently he didn' t even bother to lock it inside Everything was dark, with a strange smell of moisture. There was a small living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small patio.

3:25 Without asking, my mother gave the owner a month' s deposit and the advance rent. We didn' t have many things. A friend of my mom' s from her job helped us move in on a single trip with her truck. My room consisted only of my clothes, my mattress and a toy box. I found myself putting my things on top of boxes. When my mother told me to leave for a few moments, she asked me if I could leave myself to what I didn' t see anything wrong with and I told her that she doesn' t care. He' d just turned eleven. I already felt great and able to face several problems. It' s been about 20 minutes since my mother left. When I sensed something a strange breath, it was heard all around me and with it a terrible chill made me tremble. I' ve never felt a feeling before. So, I suddenly had the absurd idea that someone was watching me I looked behind me, but there was no one. In fact, I even asked about my mother' s return, but I didn' t get an answer. Then, by the edge of the wall I got to see a dark lump.

4:41 At first I was not alarmed, but when I noticed that it took the shape of a child' s face, the blood went to my feet. He was pale in hair, short and black. He was just looking at me innocently. I thought that child had gone into the house without me noticing, but when I asked him how he had entered and saw that he did not respond, I felt restless. I asked her her name, but I didn' t get an answer either. I approached him and could see him in more detail. He was smaller than me, maybe about four years old I opened the front door and asked him out. Right then I heard my mother' s voice coming up, so I quickly came out to warn her about the child. Apparently, my mother had gone to the store with her friend, bringing food and some drinks. When I was alarmed, they put the bags aside and asked me what was going on. I took them to the house and told them where the child was. My mother, surprised, came in, but looked everywhere and saw no one. He asked me if I was sure of what I had seen and if it had not been my imagination, so I described as best I could the child I saw My mother ' s friend so also searched even behind the moving boxes and inside them, but they found no one. The most logical thing that occurred to me was that the child had taken advantage of it to leave without seeing it when I

6:13 went to look for my mother. But it all happened in a fraction of seconds, so it didn' t make sense. Later we set out to eat and finish keeping what was missing. My mother' s friend stayed to sleep with us that night. In a way, I didn' t like it very much, but it was an unknown place and somehow you could feel the nervousness in the environment. I was trying to concentrate on dinner, but every unusual noise made me jump out of my seat. I was totally alert to any presence and this feeling was no more. The night fell on the neighborhood with dense darkness. There was no light between the houses, except that of the couple who lived a little further back. You could hear the wind whispering between the cracked walls of the other abandoned houses. We' re getting ready to go to sleep. I was very anxious to be in that place, so I asked my mother for the phone to play for a while and keep my mind occupied. I slept on my mattress. I struggled to keep my mind focused on the game, but every noise kept me restless, until finally the tiredness beat me and I fell asleep. I was woken up abruptly by a sound that smelled my blood. The sharp squealing of a strong- flashing door. My eyes were wide open and my heart was pounding hard on

7:46 my chest. I sat on the couch looking around me. You could barely tell things apart in the dark. I looked at the window and noticed that there was some wind. I thought maybe in another house some door had been whipped because of the loud swindles, but again I heard that noise. I was so startled that it even seemed strange to me that my mother had not risen to find out what that had been. I stood up and with my heart in my throat, I braved myself to face whatever was whipping the door. I slowly headed towards the living room, where the sound had resounded.

8:28 I realized that my mother' s friend was lying on the couch and apparently my mother was in the bed in her room, which was closed. Then I realized that the front door of the house was open. Swinging slowly with the wind of the night, I approached her to close it. When I ran into something that knocked me out of breath and paralyzed me with terror. Outside and right in front of our house stood a dark figure barely perceptible in the gloom standing. On the threshold. I didn' t know how long he was there. Stopped the fear had taken over me, I had frozen every muscle and my mind was clouded by panic. I was totally paralyzed until finally the sound of a few steps approaching made me wake up from this horrible trance. It was about my mother. His face looked pale and lifeless.

9:30 I was returning to the house and although I was facing her, she seemed not to notice my presence. He walked past me and got into his room. It was like I was sleepwalking, but it was really scary. After that, the wind stopped and the atmosphere felt lighter. I could even hear the crickets and some dog. To bark in the distance and the dark figure I had seen was no longer there. I closed the door and went back to my room I saw to go back to bed. However, I could not fall asleep. Again I didn' t know what had happened or why my mother was out of her room. Something was happening and it was certainly a consequence of the neighborhood. The next day, just as it was dawning and there was a little more light I made the decision to explore a little bit I felt a little more courage, and even my mother' s friend told me that he wanted to accompany me, I didn' t want to let myself explore. Besides, my mother wasn' t up yet. We left the house and suddenly saw a young man taking out boxes. We assumed it was the couple who would soon move in. We approached to greet him, but the young man upon seeing us was so surprised that he called his partner from the house. A girl who was pregnant came out. The young man asked us how long we had been in that house, to which we

11:01 replied that only one day. That' s when he told us that several days ago he saw that at night right in the house where we were living. The lights went on by themselves and when he was going to check, I didn' t see anyone inside. That' s why he was very surprised to see us there. Even his partner asked us if at night we had not experienced something strange or unusual. My mother' s friend immediately replied no. Without letting me say anything he told us, the young man left me with a knot in my stomach. I could hardly imagine that something had happened before in that house and that made me nervous. Still, we decided to explore a little more around us. We went into different houses, all empty, but equally undone. Inside it looked more like rubble than a place where someone had lived one that another cat jumped out of nowhere and scared us both. It was strange, but I had that feeling again that someone was watching us from the windows of the houses. So, my mother' s friend thought we' d go to the dump. It was the last corner we needed to investigate, so I didn' t see anything wrong with it.

12:24 We just got to the dump. A chill lifted the beautiful ones out of my arms. I could feel something coming through my body. It was a strange thing. I couldn' t move for a few seconds and when I least thought about it, I was alone I didn' t know where I had gone. My mother' s friend tried to scream, but the voice didn' t come out. Then the wind went up and I felt it push me and then I saw a dark figure moving through the piles of garbage. He seemed to be hiding from me and suddenly they' re falling apart for a second. I thought that would be my end. A few seconds later my mother' s friend came asking me where I was. I went home with my head full of doubts and more fears than before. I couldn' t help wondering what dark secrets were hiding the worn walls of the neighborhood or how much had happened there before. The day passed as normally as possible. We made the last touches to the house and settled the last ones.

13:33 I was still a little nervous, but it was less than before. My mother seemed pretty quiet. She didn' t remember anything that happened last night, when she seemed sleepwalking, she told me she didn' t remember getting up at night. When it started at sunset, my mother' s friend said goodbye to both of us by telling us that he had to leave because the next day he had to work. At the end of a few minutes he got in his truck and left. I could feel a horrible terror knowing that it would be just me and my mother alone. When the night fell once again upon the neighborhood, I found myself trembling with fear on my mattress, unable to fall asleep. Every little noise made me jump into the dark and my imagination made me think of a number of horrible things, like someone peeking out of my window or if someone died appeared to me. Then when the house plunged into the silence of the night, I heard a sound freezing my blood in the veins were steps approaching the hallway. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was getting out. I tried to scream, but my voice drowned in my throat. My body paralyzed by fear and panic had totally blocked me and then, emerging from the dark as a nightmare, I saw the dark figure of someone small. No doubt, it was a

15:07 child standing in front of the window in my room. I tried to hide under the blankets, but I also didn' t want to move too much and get their attention, so I was trying to fall asleep. The boy stayed there for a long time. Then he turned around and I could see his gaze on me. It seemed that just by seeing me I had caused paralysis in my entire body. In an instant, the figure disappeared into the darkness as a fleeting shadow. I was left alone in the room shaking. I got my breath back as soon as I could. I was afraid of all this and I had to tell my mother. For the rest of the night I remained motionless without closing my eyes, waiting for dawn to pray that the dark figure of the child would not return. However, the silence was interrupted again by more steps approaching my room, but this time they resounded much more strongly. I prepared for the worst. My muscles got tense. I couldn' t think of anything else and my mind was clouded by fear.

16:22 Then the door opened suddenly and my mother' s figure came out of it. His face looked distorted as if his mouth and eyes were combined in a swirl. I tried to talk to him, to ask him what was wrong with him, but my words got stuck in my dry throat. I didn ' t know what was happening and I didn' t understand it. Then he looked at me or seemed to see me His face pointed at me and I could feel as if his gaze crossed my soul. I even felt like I could read my thoughts. Then he told me something, but I didn ' t understand. His words sounded scavenging and pointless, he walked away from my room, whipping the door loudly. My heart was beating so hard that I could even feel the beating of my chest. After a while I regained control of my senses, so I got up quickly to go see my mother.

17:22 I didn' t know what had happened to her and I had to make sure she was okay, but when I got to her door, I found something that iced me. The blood. My mother was standing there in the middle of the room, but her face was devoid of all emotion. Although he could already distinguish his eyes and mouth, he did not seem to have any emotion. Then he turned his head and his empty eyes looked at me like they didn' t recognize me, like I was a stranger in his own house. I tried to get her attention, but she didn' t respond, like she was trapped in some sort of trance. I did the only thing I could think of at the time I started praying. I closed the door to the room, leaving my mother in there and I started praying our father and the bird weeded until dawn. The next day. I woke up on the couch. I didn' t remember when I went to bed, but I noticed my mother was already awake. However, she was sitting next to me saying that her head hurt a lot and that she felt that she had not rested at all. I realized that it was her again that did the same thing back then. I hugged her and asked her to listen to me because I had something serious to tell her. After a long time of telling her everything, she seemed to understand everything. He told me

18:56 that he believed me because he had had very strange dreams for the last two days, so he would soon bring holy water to bless the place so that he could live peacefully. That day I had to go to school and my mother to work, but we dedicated all day to bless the house with the holy water given to us in the temple. The truth is, I already felt safer. I knew that somehow this would help a lot, but the test would be that night already when it started to get dark, I asked my mother to let me sleep with her. I was afraid our whole effort wouldn' t have worked. She accepted and indicated that if anything ever happened to me, she would immediately call her friend and he would come to help me. Minutes later, we both found ourselves sleeping deeply. It was the first quiet night we had in a long time. The next few days they got tired of being just as calm. Before I went out anywhere, I tried to drink some holy water and spread it over my forehead and chest as a protection. I felt that somehow helped me for a whole month we managed to live calmly and without any setbacks. I had already stopped sleeping with my mother and had returned to my room. Even on a couple of occasions I

20:26 had forgotten to put on holy water, but little by little we adapted to our daily lives. One afternoon, when we were finishing dinner, my mother had gotten an old TV. I really liked watching cartoons and waking up on the weekends watching some movie for that one. Then my mother' s friend had asked her out. She asked me if I could leave alone until eleven, to which I said yes. I didn' t have a problem. I felt confident because the paranormal experiences we went through had already calmed down, so it was only one thing I had to take out the trash so that the cockroaches would not get in, because living in an old neighborhood was a plague we had to face. She left and I was left alone. It ' s barely ten o' clock at night. I took advantage of some commercials on TV to take out the trash. I tied the bags and put them on my back. Coming out of the house. I saw there was a glass of an isel with a little soda. I took it to take advantage of throwing it away. I also began to feel some fear. Always the neighborhood in absolute darkness terrified me. We were the only house with light and everything around us was dim. I quickly headed towards the dumpster. I

21:56 got to the dumpster and threw both bags away. Then I took the glass from an isel and threw it away as well. As soon as I did, I turned around to start walking back home as fast as possible without running, because the floor had enough debris and was very irregular. I was barely taking a few steps when the glass shot at me from the dumpster and hit my head. I felt a huge terror. I didn' t encourage myself to turn around to see who had returned my glass. I ran wildly out. I slipped a couple of times, but luckily I didn' t fall. But I swear to God I could hear someone yelling at me behind me.

22:41 I' m coming for you, I left everything on light is TV and I went straight to my mother' s room. There I turned on the lights and stayed in the middle of the bed, begging God for my mother to arrive. I remembered the holy water, so I looked for it in my mother' s Cajonada was the place where I kept it, but to my terror I discovered that the jar where the liquid was contained had opened and everything had spread over the drawer with its fingers. I tried to take away as much as I could and I persected myself with them in my mind and kept repeating our father and just listening to any noise the door of the house said aloud. My mother opened and closed. I had finally arrived safely.

23:30 I would scold myself for leaving everything on, but I would tell him what had just happened to me. I got out of bed and opened the door to receive her. But as soon as I left his room and turned to the entrance, I realized there was no one. It' s a small house we lived in, so it wasn' t complicated to realize who was or wasn' t home. Suddenly the television began to lose signal the screen blinked and it was not understood what they said on it. The antenna we had installed began to rotate and move on its own. Something was inside the house, so I had to hide I just stepped inside the room.

24:15 The room light went out, then the kitchen light and then the hallway light, where I was. There was only the light that broadcasted the television without a signal, and that of my mother' s room. I ran inside and in that I heard the television go off alone. I took the blankets and tucked myself in them until I covered my whole body. Suddenly I could feel someone sitting on the edge of the bed sinking from that side and then moving over it. I began to hear that strange breath. I knew it was on me from before. I was shaking trying to pray and breathe at the same time and then something took my foot and pulled me out of bed.

25:02 I fell down with everything and sheltered on one side. I quickly got under the bed, stared everywhere in the fear that something would suddenly come out of one end. I could hear that it was walking on the bed from one side to the other and then it stopped. I was still, trying to guess where I' d go. That' s where I saw the door open. I thought it would be my chance to run away from there, but something held me back. I thought maybe it was some trap, so I stood there looking at the door and in that I could feel a tingling behind my head and as something scratched it slowly, I turned my head and next to me was there that being had no face or, at least I didn' t notice his eyes or nose, but he did open what seemed to be his huge mouth. As the light was still on in that room, I could see that thing was my mother. I got out as fast as I could from under the bed, that being was pulling my clothes.

26:17 I managed to get out of the room and get out of the room. Then I saw my mother' s phone on the table, which previously wasn' t there. I took it and searched for my mother' s friend' s name and marked him. I told her something had happened to my mother and she was in the neighborhood. I ran out of the house and went to the entrance of the neighborhood to wait for Mr It didn' t take long to get there, as it seemed that I wasn' t far away. I told him he looked like a monster or something possessed. He told me that he had taken enough and maybe was drunk, but to make sure that he would come in and check me out. He told me to wait inside the truck for more security and if I was busy returning, I' d dial my mother' s number. I waited for several minutes.

27:10 I didn' t even know what to think. It was definitely about my mother. Apparently, he had arrived and left his phone on the table as he used to, but again he had become that thing. Then I began to hear strange noises behind my seat. It seemed to be someone' s breath. I looked through the rearview mirror and then I saw the face of the child who had met me before. I turned around and just in the middle of the back seat was the boy sitting. His face was even paler than before. He looked at me and without saying a word, he told me to remain silent. Then the phone rang. Without taking the child ' s eyes off, I answered and heard that he went on to my mother. She was telling me everything was fine, to go to the house, because my mother was asking about me. I got out of the van and realized that the boy stayed there. I ran to the house. Everything was still dark and terrified, but I barely got to the house. I looked out carefully. My mother was hugged by her friend. I was crying.

28:25 He looked at me and I realized it was the old one. She asked me to hug her, which I did with some distrust, but after a while I felt calm. The three of us stayed up till morning. We were going to get more holy water. The next day, my mother told me that when she came to the house she felt some kind of chill that made her twist. Remember that his head looked toward the ceiling and stayed like this for several minutes. After that, he only has vague memories of me running away and screaming. When I left the house for several days, my mother' s friend stayed to sleep with us. We always try to put holy water. However, something inside me told me that things would be different for a few days. My mother' s friend told us that strange noises had begun to be heard in his house, but, like us, he sprinkled the entire house with holy water and also called a priest specializing in spiritual entities. He told them that it was the soul of an infant through a ritual. The priest helped the lost spirit to rest in peace and our final time arrived in the vicinity. The owner made an appearance. After a long time he asked us if something strange had not happened during our stay,

29:56 so my mother told him everything that happened. He was not surprised, as he told us that a child had long passed away in the dump. He had gone up the stairs looking for his mother, didn' t realize that there was a hole in the roof, stumbled upon him, and fell from the top right into the dumpster. No one knew he fell there or his mother. She always said that someone had gone into the neighborhood and stolen the child, until finally, after a week the garbage truck arrived, they found him. The neighborhood was gradually abandoned because of this situation, so what the owner came up with was selling it. My mother told me a long time ago that she thought maybe it was the spirit of the mother of the child who was still looking for him. Today we live in an apartment already quieter and without so many problems, for or at least without problems or n o r s rs. My mother' s friend ended up being her boyfriend and over the years they ended up getting married. Now, at my 20s, I remember all that time we went through and I realize how lucky I am to be alive. Written and adapted by the language of the sorcerer