Las Brujas Que Levitan En El Bosque Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 What we invoke is called Sergio and the story I' m going to tell you next is an event of my life that is a little complicated for me to talk about. I feel like it' s time and it' s important for someone else to know it that way. Maybe in this way I can avoid making the same mistakes I made back then I was thirteen years old and led a life like that of any other boy at that age. We had just moved and I was working hard to fit in and make friends. This led me to make unwise decisions about my company, as the boys I was hanging out with weren' t exactly the best influence. They were kind of rude and they often encouraged me to do things that I wasn' t sure I wanted to do. Like skipping classes, running away at night, and even consuming alcohol or substances. I didn' t really want to do all that, but I did it to make them think I was part of them. In spite of everything, at that age I really believed that those people were my friends and I was willing to do anything to keep them.

1:17 One day a couple of them suggested the idea of going from camp to one of the nearby mountains. He was not entirely convinced, for, despite being thirteen years old, he still kept a certain fear of darkness. The idea was planted in them and soon everyone agreed to do that camp, so I had no choice but to follow them. The game. So on a Sabbath day we all set out for that mountain at about six o' clock in the afternoon. At first we only walked practically in circles for almost an hour, since none of us had camping experience or anything like that, so we didn' t know how to identify a good place to settle. Finally, tired of walking, we chose any place and set up the only tent we were wearing there. Fortunately, this was big enough for the four of us to fit comfortably. I don' t remember all the details about what we did the rest of that day. It was about ten o' clock at night, when a little tired of being by the fire that we had managed to light one of my friends began to say that on that mountain his father had seen a witch. That made my friends start laughing and making jokes about it. I, for one, got really nervous. I had heard stories about that mountain, never a witch, but about a creature running down in flames. The witch' s story. It made me remember all those horror

2:52 stories and soon I began to feel stalked and quite scared. Still, I wanted to look brave with my friends, so I just followed their jokes and made comments from time to time that seemed to work for a while. However, one thing he didn' t even foresee was when Roberto took a board or daughter out of his backpack, which he claimed had taken from his late grandmother' s room, which, although he didn' t know, his father had assured him that he had devoted himself for many years to witchcraft and all sorts of things. Roberto didn' t challenge everyone to try it. I wasn' t interested in doing that at all. However, the others found the idea exciting and again I was entangled in complacency, so without further objection, we all put our hands on the pointer of the table. Run.

3:46 One of my friends asked the first question, which did not cause the table to move or anything like that. The next of my friends tried another question, but again the pointer remained motionless. That' s when everyone looked at me to ask one more question, even though I didn' t want to. I was a little calmer for that moment, since not moving the first few times, I was convinced that the same thing would happen to me. After asking the question, the pointer began to move slowly to one side where it said wave. That caused a chill on my back, but the others seemed completely excited that the board had worked. That' s when Roberto asked another question, but the pointer again stood still. My friends began to speculate on how only anything that was answering us would answer my questions. That scared me pretty much. I didn' t want it at all. I wanted to stop the games though, my friends told me not to be a coward and to keep asking about what I asked the question about his or.

5:00 The letters he marked didn' t seem to make any sense, or at least not in the language we spoke. That' s when I asked the famous question You' re here. The answer with the pointer was a yes. That seemed to make even the rest of my friends really nervous, who stopped laughing and got serious. One of them said maybe it would be better to stop playing. But by saying that we began to feel like a strong wind shook the tent very hard. This was more like someone shaking her from the outside. We just couldn' t see or listen to anyone. The fear was such that we all let go of the table pointer and in doing so, the store stopped shaking. Almost instantly we were seeing each other without knowing what to say or do. That' s when Roberto decided to put the board back in his backpack and none of us talked more about what had happened better, we went to sleep. I have no idea what I dreamt that night. I can' t remember it at all. All I know is that the last thing I saw was a terrible face coming out of the shadows to drag me along with her. Fortunately, I woke up just before I did. I was even sweating. I looked at the rest of my friends, who seemed to sleep peacefully without disturbing them. I lay down again

6:30 and tried to calm down, repeating to myself over and over again that everything would be fine and that, as soon as the sun came up, I would return home. I was just about to fall asleep again. When I started hearing a very strange noise outside the tent. It was like someone was digging through the things we had left out. I thought it might be some animal that would want to eat the remains of food that we had left, but something very and inside of me told me that it was not about any animal. After a couple of minutes of trying to ignore whatever it was that was searching between our things, I decided that maybe it would be better to wake up my friends so that they too would listen. What I was listening to. That' s when I shook the one next to me, he ' s a little upset and sleepy. He woke up questioning me why I was bothering him. Before he finished his sentence, he heard the noises outside.

7:30 He immediately woke up the others by moving them and saying there was an animal outside. When the others woke up, the noises stopped almost entirely, but some footsteps could still be heard on earth. The moonlight allowed us to see it as a huge shadow. He was getting closer and closer to the tent. That' s when I noticed that it was definitely not an animal, since it seemed to be the size of a very tall adult man. I looked at my friends, who seemed to be left with nothing to say. Roberto pulled a small knife out of his pocket and, trying to play brave, began to say that it would be better for him to get away or he would go really wrong. That caused the figure to seem to move away until its silhouette was completely lost sight. All my friends, including me, congratulated Roberto on how brave he had been and we began to praise how that man had been afraid of him. But the taste of that victory did not last long, as I saw that silhouette again, but this time it was seen approaching the entrance of the store. My friends, completely alien to that situation, couldn' t see it until the entrance opened, letting themselves see the horrible head of a pig freaking out inside the store. That creature, moreover, was dreadful, for not only did it look like a pig,

9:01 but it also retained human traits. It was almost like a hybrid between a pig and a person fired a fetid smell similar to that of rotten eggs and when we saw it, it began to squeal in a frightening way. It was as if a human actually tried to simulate the squealing of a pig, resulting in frightening and rather bizarre sounds. The fear among all of us was so great that each of us, by his own means, did everything possible to get out of that tent. When we were outside, we ran no matter what we left all our stuff. We only cared about getting away from that grotesque entity that had come before us. We just stopped running until we got back to town. None of us are completely sure of what we witnessed that day. I have no doubt that whatever we saw was the spirit that we invoked with that board or daughter until the day of or today still preserved nightmares and I have heard multiple stories of people who have seen that horrible creature wandering around the hill. And even though many discredit those sightings, I am absolutely sure that that thing is still on that hill, waiting for anyone who dares to pass by. Bruges, my name is Philip and what I ' m going to tell you next is a story that even today provokes nightmares

10:35 and makes me question the evil that exists in this world. At that time, I was twenty years old and worked in a shop as a wine cellar organizer. Most of the time it was quiet. Inside the box. I didn' t have much time to go out or meet with my friends, who, mostly studying in college, had a bit of free time that they often wanted to use to meet me. Many times I would cancel at the last minute because my boss used to ask me to stay until later, or just get out of work so tired that I wanted to do nothing but take a bath and get into bed until I fell asleep. All this caused us not to be able to see ourselves too much for almost a year and a half. Almost in early December, my friends were planning to go camping before the Christmas holidays. They also told me that they would really like me to join them this time, as that would be the last time we could all really be together, as both frames and exchanges would be going on next year and they would probably not come back in a long time. That news made me decide to ask for my vacation so I could go to that camp and, for my fortune, it was not very difficult to get them, even though it was the highest season regarding sales in the store. That' s how I started getting ready for that trip. If I' m completely frank,

12:09 camping had never been one of my favorite activities. I hated the idea of sleeping in the open of animals and all that stuff. However, at that time, the last thing I was interested in was where I would spend the night. I just wanted to see my friends before they left. The much- acclaimed day came the weather. He wasn' t the best camper and I remember thinking he wasn' t wearing the right clothes to sleep outdoors. One of my friends told me not to worry, since the place we were going was not so cold. By that time I hadn' t even questioned where we were going. I was informed that we were going to the town of Mateo, which had a hill that was very popular for camping.

12:54 I thought it was a good idea, but when I got there it was nothing that I had imagined, as I thought it was a place specifically designated for campers, but in reality it was nothing that seemed to him to kill me he assured me that he was camping in those places since he was a child and that nothing had ever happened, besides that everyone in the village used the mountain for that, so no one would bother them or tell them they couldn' t be there. With some doubt I agreed to stay. The day passed normally. You could say it was one of the best days of my life. I had a lot of time that I didn' t share that way with my friends and I really appreciated taking the time to go on that trip. At nightfall, it was the first time I noticed anything strange.

13:46 Everyone was already asleep. I woke up because I really wanted to pee, so I got up and left my store. When I finished and was about to return, I heard a strange noise beyond the wind. Blowing through the trees. They heard, like many whispers, something chilling. I also felt stalked under the weight of a look that seemed to be waiting for me to make a mistake to catch myself. Everything got worse when in the bush of the mountain I began to notice a couple of shadows rising up. I screamed so loud that I woke up one of my friends, who was closer. He went out immediately to see what was happening, pointing out where he had seen those shadows, but there was nothing left. My friend told me that I was probably very sleepy and that I had been confused, as nature often makes us see things that are not really there and that it would be best if I went back to sleep. I didn' t want to go back to sleep. I was sure of what I had seen and heard.

14:50 However, I didn' t want my friends to think I was looking for an excuse to leave before camp. So I ended up choosing to listen to my friend and re- enter my store for the rest of the night. I couldn' t sleep I kept a close eye on any noise or shadow that was projected outside my tent and so dawn came. I was very tired during breakfast. On the other hand, my friends looked perfectly rested and some made jokes about what I had told them. Marcos told me that, obviously, I was not used to the noises of nature and that I had to leave the city more, which was perhaps true, since in reality I did not believe in spirits or anything like that. While we were having breakfast, we all felt watched as if someone outside our group of friends were close to us. That' s when a man came out between the weeds. He was an old man with a hat and had a lot of wood on his back. He looked at us a little strange and questioned what we were doing there. Mark immediately told him that he was from the village and that we were simply camping. The man was a little serious and said that if we didn' t know that part of it shouldn' t be camped. Marcos simply said that he used to camp there all the time as a child and

16:21 that he did not know that the rules had changed. The very serious man said that if we hadn' t heard about the witches of the mountain, that made us look at each other, and then I looked at Mark, who seemed even more confused than us. The old man, seeing our disbelief, said that for a couple of years a group of witches had come to that mountain, who were very territorial and did not like to have strangers near his mountain at all. None of us knew what to say about it. After all, no one believed in things like bris the old man advised us to leave before something bad happened to us as soon as he left. We all began to let go of nervous laughter and Marcos assured that those witch tales were quite common in the village, but that in reality those things did not exist. The children were only told to behave well. Mark’ s explanation reassured us a little more. We even made jokes about how the witch would come and take us or how we could see them flying through their brooms at midnight. Wanting to appear brave made us decide to stay that night as planned.

17:41 The day was going on normally, although sometimes I could swear that I felt someone watching me from between the weeds or behind some tree, but I thought it might be a product of my paranoia the night before, so I just let it go no. S S. S. S. S. S. S. S. S. NS. We already found everyone in our respective tent trying to fall asleep or at least I couldn' t sleep no matter how much something within me tried to tell me it wasn' t right that we were still staying there. Then I listened again to those whispers, which I did not understand, although this time they heard much closer it was as if someone said completely meaningless words in a very low voice, I tried to close my eyes and tell myself that everything was in my imagination.

18:30 However, I soon heard a scream that I was sure I could not have imagined. It was Abby' s scream. That made me leave my shop very quickly just to realize how it was out of yours. On the floor. We had all left our stores by that time and asked him what had happened. Abi told us that while she fell asleep, she felt someone taking her leg and pulling her too hard out of her tent. However, as soon as he was outside, he saw no one. That alarmed us all. We tried to see all our directions, looking for the person responsible for what had just happened. However, it didn' t matter where we turned.

19:15 We could see nothing but darkness and nature. We decided it would be best to pick up our things and leave. Hence as fast as possible. We found ourselves lifting all our things. When suddenly a gust of cold wind caught us all to our bones, we didn' t know what to think about it. That' s when I started listening back to those strange whispers. This time I was not the only one who listened to them, as I could hear as another of my friends questioned what those sounds were. I could hear Mark' s cry, which pointed behind us. When I turned, I could see how those shadows I had seen the night before started to rise up to stay right behind us were like old ladies, only they wore hoods. That terrified me so much that I immediately started to turn back the faces of the old women could not be seen because they were covered, but it seemed that they were seeing us. It was then that the hoods were removed, that they covered their faces and these were horrible. Not only were they old, but their faces were deformed as if they lacked some parts, but they all sketched a diabolical smile. No matter what we do, we start running. We ran until our legs didn' t allow us to move on. I felt my lungs about to burst. We left that area as

20:47 we could, already with the intention of not returning. We were scared to death. We never came back for our things, or we talked about what happened. Sometimes I wonder what we saw that night. I am quite convinced that those women were not human the creature of the forest. My name is Sandra and what I' m going to tell you next is a stage of my life that is very difficult for me. Many people have tried to convince me that what I lived that day was nothing more than something my mind created to keep me safe from reality. However, I know this was not the case. I know exactly what I lived and I hope someone can believe me now. It all started when I was 20. I had been dating my partner back then, for almost three years, we were planning a trip in a van. We both loved the idea of camping outdoors, doing activities and all those things that many people don' t usually like. I always felt lucky thinking I had found the perfect couple. We' d had that project to fix my boyfriend' s old dad' s van for almost half a year and I was finally ready for the trip. So one summer afternoon we set out for the unknown. Everything was planned to make a one- week

22:18 trip. We had many places to visit, but the most acclaimed for us was certainly a forest, which I will omit its location. That forest had a large camper area, but we had no intention of using it. We thought we were more than experienced campers and were convinced that we could manage on our own in nature. The trip was most normal. It could be said that those memories are one of the best of my life. Almost like a dream, or at least it was until we got to that forest. As I said before, we did not completely separate ourselves from the usual route to fully enter nature. As soon as we found a good place for what we thought would be a quiet and safe camp, we set out to settle down.

23:14 The first warning signal I saw was a strange amulet made with branches hanging from a tree. It was a little high, so I couldn' t reach it to get it down. It didn' t look like anything I ' d seen before. When he asked my partner about it, he told me that someone had probably thrown him in there and by not being able to bring him down, they had simply forgotten. He also told me that it looked like the handcraft of a five- year- old boy, which I immediately believed and set aside. After that, my boyfriend proposed to me to take a little walk. That was one of the main activities we had made the trip for, so I didn' t hesitate a minute to accept.

23:56 We had always been very careful about guidance. We had both seen enough programs of people getting lost in nature, so we always carried compasses and a map with everything ready. We started our walk. I have no idea how long we walk. I just know it was for a long time. The landscape was so beautiful and nature could be seen in all its splendor, just as we both liked everything seemed to be going well or at least. So it was until we began to feel watched. While trying to locate what made us feel. That way, I was able to visualize a second amulet hanging on one of the nearby trees. That became too strange to me, as it was exactly like the amulet we had seen near our camp. I pointed it out to my partner, who didn' t seem interested at all. It didn' t matter where you were heading, we couldn' t see anything but nature, not even a bird or an animal. That made us very nervous, so much so that my boyfriend, who would have been the first to refuse to return to the camp as soon as he proposed that it would be best to return. I completely agreed, as the atmosphere was beginning to feel too heavy and something frightening. When we got back to camp, we ran into our stuff lying all over the place. It was like someone was

25:30 looking for something in desperation inside our backpacks and tent. It was as if a whirlwind had passed through the place. It had been fortunate that we would have locked the van if we weren' t convinced it would be the same inside. I was scared, but my boyfriend argued that nothing had actually been stolen. He assured me that it was probably raccoons or some other animal that had approached with the opportunity to get food. His explanation seemed plausible. However, something inside me told me that this had not been provoked by any animal and it also told me that whatever it was was was still nearby. After collecting all things, we decided to continue the camp for the rest of the night. Everything seemed to be back to normal. In fact, even I had convinced myself that everything previously lived was things that could easily happen in nature.

26:32 After all, we were entering completely unknown territory. Although the van was equipped to sleep inside it, my partner and I had decided that when we arrived in the forest, we would sleep in the tent as we used to in all camps. The calmness since our walk had kept that decision, so when the time came we went to sleep in the store. The dream beat me almost the instant I lay down. After all, it had been a long day and we still lacked many things to do, so I wanted to be rested for the next day. I woke up abruptly around 4 a m.

27:18 I was so cold. That didn' t make much sense, as both the store and our sleeping bags were thermal. I tried to wake my partner, but in doing so I realized he wasn' t by my side. That scared me a lot, as he had woken me up at the time we had gone to sleep, as he wanted to go to the bathroom. I was so tired that I just saw him come out and fell asleep. I almost immediately wondered if he hadn' t come back since. That ' s when I realized that even the closing of the store was downstairs and that explained why I felt so cold. I left the store and called my partner by name a couple of times without receiving any answers. I went back in this time for my flashlight and set out thinking maybe he was in trouble.

28:12 I walked around the camp calling him and telling him that if that was a joke, it wasn' t funny. However, he did not receive an answer. Absolutely nothing I said. It seemed to come up. Effect, that worried me even more, since he didn' t usually joke like that. Suddenly I heard her scream. It was a pretty heartbreaking scream. Immediately he ran in that direction with all intent to help him, but it was only a cry and nothing more. After that the whole forest returned to that disturbing silence of the night. It was until I was submerged in that overwhelming silence that I noticed that I had entered the forest completely alone, in the middle of the darkness and without a map or compass that could help me orient myself back to the camp. I felt like a fool to have done that, but I didn' t have much time to recriminate myself, because my priority at the time was to find my partner, who kept calling and trying to illuminate as much as possible to find her. Suddenly I could hear hasty steps, which seemed to address me directly. I lit up in that direction to see my partner running in despair to where I was. My eyes could not believe what I was seeing, since I was completely bloodied. I couldn' t say for sure if all that blood was his or not his

29:44 clothes. She was torn apart and also barefooted. I didn' t even have time to react or question him what had happened, as he held my hand and pulled me in the opposite direction. He didn' t say a word. It seemed his only goal was to get as far away from that place as possible. I don' t know if at some point we turned because of fear, I felt we had run a lot more than I thought. To have me away from camp. We both found ourselves quite disoriented and tired. Finally, my partner and I hid behind a large trunk torn down in the middle of the forest. We had not yet exchanged words and by that time I kept asking him questions about what had happened to him. When I lit his face directly with the flashlight, I was horrified to see that he had an empty look. Some time later I knew that look is better known as the look of the thousand yards. But the scariest thing was not that, but he opened his mouth letting me see that he had no tongue anymore. I was so horrified that I couldn' t help but let go of a choked scream, which made him immediately cover my mouth, but I guess it was too late. I heard clearly a sound quite similar to that of a bird or at least that, I think it' s the closest thing I can compare it to. The atmosphere felt cold and although I could not hear footsteps or anything like that, I could feel something getting closer and

31:15 closer. I know my partner felt it, too. Without telling me anything. He jumped from behind the tree like he was trying to draw attention to whatever was stalking us. I stayed behind the tree before hearing some complaints from my partner, who could hear how she was dragged into the forest. I stayed behind that trunk until the rays of the sun lit up back. I don' t think I' ve moved even an inch in all that time, but I could finally gather enough courage to get out of my hideout and back to camp. I got in the van and drove back. I asked for help and told my story. However, no one believed me. Everyone thinks we were attacked by gang members or we saw something that we shouldn' t have seen and that, luckily, I was out alive. But I ' m sure what happened. I never forgot my partner or the great sacrifice he made for me to live. And today I still expect someone to believe me my friend Sam. The next story happened when I was nine. Back then I was a pretty naive kid. I didn' t used to have many friends. I had an older brother, who didn' t make my

32:45 childhood much easier. He used to bother me a lot. He was always looking for new reasons to annoy me, which is why he preferred to stay as long as possible away from him. It was Santa' s weekend vacation and my father came up with the idea of going camping in a trailer. I thought it was a good idea, as I thought it would be like in the movies. My father took us to a caravan park where he promised we' d spend the best vacation we' d ever had. However, I was very disappointed to see him, as he looked nothing like movies, not to mention that up to that point I realized that I was confined to my brother in a much smaller space. From the first day I knew that vacation would be the worst, because my brother, being very bored, set out to see how many times he could make me cry a day and, for the most part, he was trying to complain to my parents. They told me that they were only brothers' jokes and that I had to put up with that. This caused me to get away from the caravan and go a little further into the forest, where there were some pretty rusty games.

33:54 Those games were too small for me to use, so I just limited myself to making drawings on earth with a branch. That quickly became very boring, but at least I was grateful to be far enough away from my brother so that he wouldn' t make me cry for the sixth time in the day, while I was drawing a shadow, he obstructed the sunlight. I immediately turned something scared, believing it was my brother, but it wasn' t. Behind me was a boy, who had very dark, long and rather careless hair, I could even say he had some dirt and dry leaves.

34:36 In him he had large eyes, which contrasted with rather prominent shiners. But without a doubt, what struck me most was her pale skin, which seemed to be sick. Despite that, the child seemed happy to meet me, smiled at me with a certain innocence and praised my drawing. That made me like him almost immediately, so it didn’ t take long to become friends. We spent most of the afternoon in that rusty little playground. One thing I remember about him is that he constantly told me that his stomach hurt and when I asked him why he didn' t go to the doctor, he was just shrugging his shoulders and continuing the game. I was just a kid and I didn' t really think much about it, plus I seemed to be able to play and move well, so I didn' t think it was that bad. The day began to fade, giving way to the night.

35:32 I knew I had to go back, so I told my new friend, who seemed a little sad that I had to leave, but he finally seemed to understand and told me that I would see myself tomorrow, which I accepted that night. I remember over dinner I told my parents about my new friend. These thinking he was just a kid from the other caravans that were on the spot. I didn' t even pay much attention to the strange traits I mentioned about this child. But I remember my brother making a comment about how what he described looked like a zombie, which I immediately told him not to be silly, as zombies didn' t exist. But my brother, trying to bother me as always, told me that of course they existed and that I had surely become friends with one and then, when I neglected this one I would try to eat me the next day. I went back to the park to meet my friend again, but he wasn' t there.

36:32 I decided to wait for him for a moment. However, an hour later, the weather changed abruptly starting to rain. This made it stop waiting any longer, so I went back to the camper. I don' t remember what I did for the rest of that afternoon. All I know is that almost at night, while I was coloring, I could hear a few little bumps at the window. When I opened the curtain, I came face to face with my friend, who, even though there were still slight drops of rain, seemed to be completely dry. This one didn' t say a word. He was just looking at me even when I asked him if he wanted to come in to color with me. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I finally decided to leave the camper to go with him. After all, the rain had calmed down almost completely and I didn' t think my parents had any trouble letting me out. Before leaving, I took a bag of candy to share with my friend, and the rain was very light, almost imperceptible, so we both decided to go to the park again we were there for almost two hours. However, in all that time my friend didn' t seem to want to eat anything. He said his stomach hurt, so he couldn' t eat. I remember asking him where he lived and if his parents didn' t mind me playing in the rain. He pointed me to the forest, where my father was strictly forbidden to enter me and told me that he lived for him. He also mentioned that his parents did not care if he played in the rain, as they were never there.

38:06 I thought that not having supervision was the coolest thing that could have happened, and I even let him know, but he continued with that serious, inert expression he always had on his face. We kept playing for almost half an hour before I could hear my father' s voice calling me, it sounded a little annoying, so I wanted to tell my friend I should go when I turned to where I thought I was, I realized I wasn' t there anymore. That seemed rather strange to me, but I assumed that when I heard my father' s angry voice, he thought he was in trouble and he was hiding or something. I didn' t want to put too much emphasis on the matter. So I went back to my father, who rebuked me for wetting me in the rain. I tried to explain to him why I had done it, but my father didn' t want excuses.

38:58 He just reminded me that I should always tell them where I was and that I should be careful not to be alone in those places. The next day I went back to the park where I used to see my friend. After waiting for him for almost two hours, I figured he wouldn' t come. I thought maybe his parents had also scolded him for coming out when it was raining, so maybe they hadn' t let him out that day I got a little sad, as that was the last day we' d be in the trailer park, so it was the last chance to play together. Anyway, I decided to leave him some of my candy so he could eat it when he felt better. While we were keeping our things to go I saw my friend from afar, who was signaling me to approach. I figured maybe he wanted to say goodbye to me. So, taking advantage of an oversight from my parents, I ran to the park where we had met.

39:54 When I arrived I could see that my friend looked different. His times were noticed too much on his skin, which seemed much paler than usual. Even his eyes looked more sunk. I thought he was really sick and in fact I mentioned it to him, but he told me that he was fine and that I should accompany him to his house, which missed me too much, as he had never invited me. Besides, I was just about to leave and I couldn' t just go with him. I let him know, but he didn' t seem to hear anything I was saying and he kept telling me to go with him. He took me by the hand and began to pull me into the forest, but I began to put up resistance, since not only was it forbidden to go in there, but something really started to give me a very bad thorn. However, he was much stronger than I was so much, so he started dragging me around and telling me that I should accompany him. At one point, he turned to see me again and his appearance was quite cadaveric. He even seemed to have no eyes anymore. That scared me so much that I started pulling so hard until I got rid of his grip and then ran back to my parents. I found myself crying and barely could tell what happened. My parents thought that something had just scared me, so they decided to simply determine to pack everything up and leave. The years passed and that story was buried in my memory. As

41:24 is often the case with many childhood memories. When I was almost thirty years old, fate took me back to that caravan park, as I had to do a report on it. Being there made me remember everything I experienced that day and at the same time made me question all the strangeness of the situation. As soon as I finished my job, I remember going to the little rusty playground, which by that time they weren' t even there. There I could see that in the forest where my father had had me so much to enter, one could see a small road, which I decided to follow.

42:04 I didn' t have to walk for long, as I came to a small house almost in ruins. No one was inside. She was all ill- treated and full of graffiti. All that became so strange to me, as that house had seemed abandoned for a long time and I wondered what had happened that day. The memories were quite confusing, but I was convinced that the child had existed in some way. That' s when I decided to do a little more research on it, it didn' t take long to find a story that said how a family had lived in that house for some time, which consisted of the father, the mother and a young child.

42:47 However, the mother had poisoned everyone in her food, causing them a rather slow and agonizing death. What struck me the most was that, seeing a picture of the family in the newspaper of that time, I ran into the picture of that child I played with. I couldn' t believe it. Even today I have a hard time doing it. I have no idea why that child decided to appear before me or why his soul could not rest in peace. But I really hope that the soul of that child can rest today cow head. My name is Manuel and what I' m about to tell you happened when I was sixteen. It' s a little complicated for me to tell this. Whenever I try to tell. People usually think I ' m lying to them. However, I am more than convinced that what I experienced was real. From a very young age I was always interested in everything related to nature and the outdoors. Among my favorite activities, there was always camping. I used to do it at least twice a month. Many of those times I had to do it alone, as my friends and family were not very excited about spending more than three days away from any civilization.

44:12 It didn' t bother me at all. I loved being close to nature and being alone. Many times it created a peace for me for my sixteen years. I was proud to be too experienced a camper. I had a whole team ready, even things that many kids my age wouldn' t even consider taking to a camp, like compasses, reserve food and even always carried a physical map. I remember that day very well I woke up very early, exactly at four thirty in the morning. He always said getting out early guaranteed to find the best places to camp. My parents, at that point, they didn' t often question where I would go. They just wanted to be informed of how many days I would be camping, so without waking them I left home. I was so excited. That particular day, since the place where he would camp was not like the other special camping sites.

45:10 That day I was determined to face nature completely and camp in a little crowded place. That plan was meant to happen with one of my best friends. However, the night before this one had sent me a message telling me that he had become sick of the stomach and it would be impossible for him to go with me. I thought it was a silly excuse, since it wasn ' t the first time someone stood me up like that. So, without wanting to cancel that plan, I ventured to that place. I just found myself quite far from any trace of civilization and I must admit it was pretty cool. At that time, all I could think of was that the landscape was beautiful to take some photographs. As soon as I' m done with it, he arranged for me to set up my shop and prepare my breakfast.

46:02 As I ate the photos on my camera, I was amazed as I passed by and thought that I could not wait to come home to upload them to my social networks. As I looked at the photos, one in particular caught my attention at the bottom of the photo, something completely alien to the whole weed could be seen. They were what seemed to be a pair of horns or ears. I couldn' t say it for sure because it was a little far away and it couldn' t look good. I looked at the rest of the photographs in that same area trying to compare some of the things that could have such an effect on the photograph that had that thing in no other photograph had anything similar appeared. After thinking about it for a moment, I figured it might be some animal that was wandering around. That way and as soon as I had seen myself if I had been scared, I didn' t give it more importance. The rest of that day passed without much convenience. I did all the activities I had planned. There were times of the day when I felt watched, I checked the entire perimeter hoping to bump into someone, but I didn' t find anyone. That night.

47:14 I had a hard time falling asleep, which was strange to me because I had woken up very early and I was not the kind of person who had trouble sleeping anywhere in an attempt to fall asleep. I started counting back. I was about to finish the hundred numbers, when suddenly I heard clearly as the cans, which I had tied with the intention of listening to, in case anyone entered the perimeter of my camp made noise. That made me rise up a little startled to take the hunter' s knife that I always carried in the backpack, but as soon as I took it, the silence of the night returned to its entirety. My heart was pounding, but after a few minutes I managed to calm down by telling myself that probably a small stream of air had moved the cans no longer heard anything. Still, I kept the knife close to me. When I went back to bed that night, I could only sleep slowly inside me. I knew something wasn' t right.

48:21 When the first rays of the sun began to rise, I set out to leave my tent. I was somewhat tired and I could even say that I was completely sorry that I had made the decision to camp there. But even with all this, I was determined to have a good time. After all, a place like that didn' t come to me every day and I really wanted to take advantage of it. When my friend had told me about that place, he had mentioned a spring, he had assured that his water was the most delicious that anyone had ever tasted. I thought maybe I was exaggerating a little bit. However, I had never seen a spring, so, remembering the instructions my friend had given me, I decided to go see him. I should have walked almost twenty minutes and no matter how hard I tried, I could see nothing but nature and stones. Which made me think that maybe that spring didn' t really exist and my friend had just said it with all intent of making fun of me, I even checked my map, on which no spring came. Without further ado, my common sense told me that perhaps it would be better for me to come back, since as I continued to delve into myself I risked losing myself. After all, I knew absolutely nothing about that area, so I turned around and started walking back. I walked for about five minutes before feeling watched again. That might not be so scary at first, as I was in nature surrounded entirely by

49:53 animals, which might be interested in someone unknown. At that time nothing could be heard, neither the song of the birds, nor even the wind blowing. It was as if the whole place had submerged in deep silence. I began to rush through with every intention of reaching my camp. I started listening to footsteps. If anyone here is a hunter or has spent enough time in nature, he can agree with me that animals are stealthy and often you cannot hear them. On the contrary, of humans, who tend to be noisy and careless. The steps were clearly heard as those of a person who seemed to be behind me, but when turning around. I couldn' t see it. The worst came when I began to hear a very heavy breath, almost like bufids. That was the last thing I could take. I started running as fast as my legs allowed me to get to camp. After running for a while, I realized that I had gone a long way off the road and what was worse, I had no idea where I was. I consulted my compass, but it seemed to have gone mad At that moment I could not be able to orient myself and as if that were not enough, I listened again to those footsteps along with that breath. I knew I had to make a decision about which path to take, so begging because it was

51:28 the right one, I chose one and started running again. I soon realized that the decision I had made was the wrong one. He seemed to be moving me deeper and deeper into the weeds. The steps of whatever was chasing me were being heard closer and closer, but I was completely unable to see it. Tiredness finally ended up beating me I had to stop. My legs were burning and my lungs were about to burst. It was at that moment that I felt how something struck me. I would fall to the ground with that thing on top of me and say something because that wasn' t a human being. He had a humanoid body was almost entirely human, he even had hands, only that his body was covered by an almost imperceptible thin fur and his head was completely animal. I didn' t have a trace of humanity. In it it was the head of a cow. I know how that sounds, but that' s how it was. His head was totally that of a cow and he was close enough to feel his warm and heavy breathing. I tried to get it off my back, but this one bit my fingers to the point of almost ripping them off. I don' t know where I got the strength to take a rock and hit it very hard.

52:45 That made him get off me, giving me enough time to get me up and start running again I could hear him behind me. I felt it was my end. Suddenly I could hear water running, so I directed my steps toward that sound coming to the spring. It was a miracle that when I arrived, there would be a man who was gathering water. Upon seeing me, this one was greatly terrified because of the state in which I was in. He shouted at his other friends, who were not far away. These helped me and took me back to civilization and to a hospital lost from my fingers because of an infection that doctors could not explain, because it became infected very quickly, as the wound seemed very recent. I told my story, but no one seemed to believe me They assured me that whatever happened to me was so traumatic that my mind created a completely alternate story to understand what happened. After that day I did not go back to camp and to this day I still have nightmares about it. I know you' re still in that place waiting for anyone to step into your territory, but maybe you won ' t run with mine. My luck' s better than I didn' t come back. Carlos called me. I grew up in a pretty quaint little town in Arkansas. That town was too small, so much so that

54:20 we all knew each other. He had a best friend named Derek. He knew everything about the paranormal theme, just like any other topic that asked him. He also had a lot of experience from different parts of the world, as his parents used to take him on a trip. At that time, summer was beginning. Entertainment for children at home was not something parents used to enjoy too much, so some village adults organized themselves so that, as long as parents gave a small voluntary commission, they could take the children for a day camp ride. We were even promised that if we behaved well one day, we could really camp. That idea of the neighbors was quite rewarding both for parents and for us children, at that time, since, because of the time, we didn' t have many things to do, so to give walks and have programmed activities. So, that day would be a little quieter. For my fortune, Derek' s parents had also paid for that commission and we were both having a great time at that day camp. However, that changed when one of the neighbors, who was a big fan of fishing proposed as an activity to take all the children to fish the place to do that activity It was a little further away from what we used to distance ourselves for the activities of the camp. Going to that place was something that

55:52 excited all the children, as we were willing to lose almost all day to go fishing. When we got to that place. In fact, very few of us were really interested in learning how to fish. After a couple of hours trying to catch something, many of the children had lost interest and had started playing around. Derek and I were in that second group. We had found a small puddle in which we were trying to make a prey. We weren' t having much success with that. When strange lights in the sky caught our attention, they had not been very clever, as there was still daylight, but we were both sure of what we had seen and noticed that the two of us were the only ones who had noticed. Then we decided to go and investigate what those lights had been, which seemed to have fallen a few meters away from where we were. We took advantage of the fact that our only caregiver was completely immersed in his fishing task. To completely separate ourselves from the group, we walk for about seven minutes or so before thinking about following those lights. It wasn' t the best idea we would have had, or at least that' s what I thought, but I really wanted to know what those flashes had been, so we kept walking. I really remember worrying as soon as I stopped listening to the hustle and bustle of the children, as that indicated that we had gone too far. I was

57:24 about to suggest to Derek that we return when he pointed out what seemed to be, in the distance, a very rare stone here we were already almost at the entrance of the forest. Both he and I knew that we should not set foot in that place, as we had always been told that there were dangerous animals there, at the same time that gangs met, which you did not want to touch. I guess we were kind of grateful that that rock wasn' t found inside the woods. That rock was a little strange, to say the least it was almost like a meteorite, or at least I could compare it because of some photos I' ve come to see in books. Far from how spectacular it could appear. Actually, that was just a rock. Derek started hitting her repeatedly with a stick he had found, but that quickly bore us. Both of them. I remember hearing the cries of our caretaker calling us by our name. That made me turn right away and still on my back. I mentioned to my friend that we were in trouble and that it would be best if we got back. But as I did not receive an answer, I turned back to him just to realize that it was no longer behind me that really scared me. I started calling Derek and telling him that if that was a joke, it wasn' t funny.

58:50 However, no matter how much I called him. Derek never answered me. While he was still shouting his name. Our caretaker came to where I met and questioned me where Derek was, but I couldn' t give him an answer. Derek' s search completely overshadowed. My story of that mysterious stone is more. No one even seemed to take the importance, for, as I said, if you didn' t know the story of the lights, that was nothing but a simple stone. We stayed at that place for hours, almost until nightfall came, but we finally had to leave without Derek.

59:30 Many questioned me about what had happened. His search extended for days, even though by the time he gave the week no one expected to find him alive. It wasn' t until almost the end of the month that Derek ' s parents, despite what the authorities said, never gave up, went to the place every day to look for Derek and in one of those days I asked permission to accompany them, since I still felt so guilty about what had happened, as well as missing Derek a lot. I accompanied Derek' s parents almost all the time while searching for him, but I knew we were looking in the wrong place, as we were very far away from the forest and I wanted to go to the same place where we had seen that strange rock and started from there, but his parents assured me that they had already looked for everything they could in that place and that maybe it would be better to look elsewhere. At one point in the search, I parted a little bit from them. My mind couldn' t conceive of looking anywhere other than that. I went straight to where we had seen that rock and screamed its name a couple of times hoping that it would respond to me and come out from among the trees so that everything would be left behind. I was just about to give up. When I saw movement among the trees, I was amazed to see Derek walking out of the woods. He had a very strange look that was hard to describe. It was like I was just looking

1:01:02 into the void. One of his shoes was missing and he was very dirty. You would think that when you saw me you would feel relieved to see a familiar face, but you simply walked long and showed no emotion. I tried to talk to him, I tried to make him react. After all, he was a kid. I even shook him a little thinking he might be in shock or something, but nothing he tried seemed to give results. Soon I heard Derek' s mother scream, who almost pushed me to hug her son and question him where he had been and if he was okay. But Derek didn' t talk. Derek' s parents left me with a neighbor to take me home, while they took Dereka to the hospital. I ' m not really sure what happened there, since they didn' t tell me anything about it. I wanted Derek so badly that as soon as he got back from the hospital, I tried to visit him on more than one occasion, but I soon realized that he was no longer the same Derek I knew, he was very quiet, so much so that most of the time I was talking to myself. While he, from time to time, nodded his head and when questioning where he had been, he only stopped answering any questions he would ask him one day. He just started telling me we had to go back to the place where he disappeared. I didn' t understand why anyone would want to go back there, but he insisted too much asking me to accompany him or to help him go. I never accepted that,

1:02:35 because I was very afraid that it would disappear again or something similar, and I didn' t really understand why I wanted to go back there. Ever since his disappearance, Derek could spend an hour sitting there staring into the void. I can swear that his gaze was never the same again, although sometimes he seemed to try. Many times I just went home without him seeming to notice. One good day, when Derek' s parents left him at my house to play, he said goodbye to me and told me to come back. I didn' t quite understand what he meant, but I figured he ' d come home. He didn' t come home. No one ever saw him again. I have no idea if the one who came back that day from the woods was really my friend or something that had imitated him quite well over the years and the more I think about it I realized that what I lived with the few days I came back with was not Derek. Some questions still keep me awake until today, but I know all I can do is think Derek is in a better place. The world took it many times.

1:03:52 It is a place that harbors many secrets, which many times it would be better never to know. Like I did when I was ten years old. It was the summer of two thousand ten when this story took place. I remember being very excited, because, like every summer, my parents sent me to a camp where I had the opportunity to see one of my best friends, who could only see during those days in the camp, my friend was called Miguel, was a year older than me. He always played us in the same cabin and used to wear a lot of fireworks and treats. Now that I think about it better, I think his parents didn' t pay much attention to him for letting him take that to camp. Still, he was my best friend. I used to use a vocabulary that my parents had completely forbidden me, but for him it was completely natural. I learned a couple of curses. Thanks to my friend and the previous year this one had promised me that by that year I would carry the most dangerous and cool rocket I had ever seen in my life. I remember getting off the bus extremely excited and starting to look for it among all the children. It didn ' t take long to find him, as he was also looking for me remembering the past a little bit more. I can see how much my personality changed when he was around, since there was nothing he said or did that he didn' t support 100% trying to get his approval. This led

1:05:23 us to ignore the welcome speech, which used to be given to first- timers in the camp, although it also served to remind us of the rules of the camp and that sort of thing. He assured me that, since that was not our first time in the camp, no one would really notice our absence. That made a lot of sense, so, without thinking too much about it, we snuck out and went for a walk around the premises I remember feeling like an apocalyptic movie, because we couldn' t find anyone anywhere but the two of us. That' s when Miguel pulled a rocket out of his pocket, which assured me was the most destructive thing I' d ever seen before. I was skeptical about it, as it was too small to cause the damage that Michael assured me caused, but I said nothing.

1:06:15 He told me that we should blow him away from the camp so that the carers could not hear him, so when he asked him where he planned to do so, he took my hand and made me run into the forest surrounding the camp, in which we were strictly forbidden to enter without the supervision of our carers. We went too far, so I started feeling a little scared, thinking maybe we couldn' t go back. Miguel looked quite calm and kept telling me that we should be far away so that no one would hear that explosive. He told me not to be a baby and that he knew perfectly well how to get back. That calmed me down a bit, so I continued after him. We got to what looked like a cave.

1:07:02 Miguel screamed a little by echoing it and challenged me to come in. I refused flatly, since we had no lanterns or anything like it and there seemed to be no light inside. So he came up with another idea, he pulled the explosive out of his pants and turned it on. He held it for a few seconds before throwing it out with all his might. Inside the cave. We stood waiting for it to explode, which he didn' t take long to do. The explosion was very strong, so much so that I thought the cave would collapse, which happened to us. The euphoria over what happened was still in the bud. When we suddenly began to hear a strange noise. These seemed to be stepped on by some very large animal that seemed to come straight to us from within the cave. Our laughs immediately stopped and Miguel told me that it would be best to get out of there at that time. I didn' t hesitate a minute before I listened to him and ran back to camp. As soon as we found ourselves in his safety, our courage seemed to return immediately. We began to laugh and talk about what we had done. Miguel even mentioned that that could be the cave of a huge bear who was now angry. The day began to pass normally and no one seemed to have noticed our mischief, which made us feel like true masters of escape. The night finally fell and, as always happened on the

1:08:36 first night of the camp, they put us a film, which both Miguel and I agreed that we could see any day in our homes. All this not to mention that what we had been given for dinner was horrible. So we decided to sneak out one more time, but this time with the intention of going to the cabin to eat sweets and tell us stories of our day to day. That' s how we did it. While we were at the cabin eating one chocolate after another, Miguel began to tell me about how his older brother had been teaching him how to skate and that maybe next year he could take her to teach me. I thought that was a very good idea, and I even made it promise that I would. Time passed as we talked, we knew it was almost time for the film to end and that soon everyone would return to their respective huts. Suddenly, while we were hiding the wrappers and the rest of the candy. Michael became completely pale and cried out. As I pointed to the window. I turned my head right away, but I didn' t see anything. I questioned him about what had happened and he told me that he saw someone outside only that he seemed to have a disfigured face. I thought he was joking with me, but after a while I could see that he was very scared. I told him to calm down and maybe he was some other kid in a mask. He assured me that it looked very real, but he tried to believe my version.

1:10:11 We finished picking up and started going back to where they were all, because we knew that after the film they always made a count before sending us to the cabin and if we didn' t find each other, then they would realize that we weren' t there. As soon as we set foot outside the cabin, the atmosphere was heavy all the time. It looked like someone or something was stalking us. We both looked at each other trying to pretend we were calm. However, our hasty steps clearly indicated that we were terrified. Suddenly I heard what it looked like as if a dog started gasping too much, very close to us and right away. We began to hear those quadruped steps, which were fast approaching us. Miguel and I started running towards where they were all, but our legs weren' t fast enough.

1:11:11 I heard Miguel' s scream, at the same time that I could hear how he hit the ground. I turned immediately just to see in front of me the scariest, scariest creature I' ve ever seen anywhere else. He looked like a man only on all fours and seemed to have his head upside down. This one looked at us and smiled in a creepy way. One of his hands held Miguel by the foot, who was completely terrified trying to free himself from the grip of that thing. That nightmare being fired a foul aroma similar to rotten eggs. Fear did not allow me to move or even scream and I saw the man begin to drag Miguel into the forest. That made me react immediately. I yelled at the bears in charge as I held Michael by one of his hands to prevent that thing from taking him away.

1:12:05 But the creature was too strong for me to do anything. I can perfectly remember Miguel' s panic screams, which asked me, please, not to let him go and not to let him take him. Those screams still torment me. Some nights I was trying to hold him, but he was dragging us both into the woods. The sounds that my aunt was so awful and salivated a lot as if she was savoring her prey still alive. I kept shouting and holding Miguel, but there was a moment when the creature threw so hard that it slipped and as soon as I let go, the creature started to run very fast. Dragging him, I couldn' t do anything but watch him take my friend. The last thing I could hear was her screams.

1:12:56 Asking for help. The caregivers arrived a few minutes after Miguel' s screams stopped being heard. I was questioned about what had happened and I told exactly what had happened, but my explanation made no sense to them. A group of caregivers went into the forest to look for Miguel, but they were not lucky. The camp ended that same night. We all went back to our homes. The sun just came up. Miguel' s search lasted for months, but he was never found. The official version. What happened was that a man wearing an alleged mask took Miguel