Las Criaturas Que Desaparecen Personas En México, Chile Y Alaska Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The night of the Goblin. I' m originally from a fishing village in Chile. My land is full of mysteries, although most of the world knows only the mystery of Frenchip Island itself that we live in Chile we know that it is true that it exists, but it is inaccessible. However, this is not the subject of history that I wish to share with you today, but something as terrible as it is incredible, and it is no other my intention that he should vent my mind from the nightmare that I experienced last year. We live in a coastal town. My house is closer to a freshwater river where salmon are usually fished. The place is beautiful, a little cold, but in winter the views are beautiful. During the summer of last year we suffered from several floods that were not because my father built a fairly high empty foundation and put under tunnels for the water to run towards the coast.

1:04 We wouldn' t have survived. Once everything was in peace and quiet, the rain stopped and we had two days of sunshine. On the third day, however, the clouds came together again in the sky, darkening everything seemed to be at night. When it was four o' clock in the afternoon, thunder resounded in the distance announcing a coming storm. My family and I decided to take refuge at home, securing the windows and doors, before what could be an intense new rain. The storm started hard. The wind was beating the walls of our house and the rain was falling in torrents the thunder was rumbling with an intensity that made the ground vibrate. Although we had already experienced intense rains, this storm seemed to have a peculiar energy, something unusual that we could not identify. In the midst of the storm, while we were all gathered in the room, we heard a strange sound, a soft, sharp murmur that intermingled with the roar of wind and rain. My parents exchanged worried looks, but none of us dared to go out to investigate.

2:19 The feeling that something was wrong took over the atmosphere of the house. I don' t know, but I believe that the electrical energy contained in the rays can open portals in our dimension, allowing entry to etheric beings that otherwise would not be able to materialize. And that occasion, as the storm passed at night, we heard as if a little boat were trying to get out of the water and seconds later, someone or something was knocking at our door. My father opened the door, but there was no one standing at the entrance to our house, although when my father returned he said he had heard a small voice speaking in a strange language, but, moreover, he tried to locate the place where this voice came from. He couldn' t find anyone, because it was like someone invisible was talking to him head- on.

3:09 I, at the time, mocked my father, because I didn' t believe him anymore, I didn' t even understand what he meant. That night they put us all out to take the water out of the flooded courtyard then, under a laundry room. Next to the washing machine, I heard something move, thinking it was a rat or mouse, I took a broom and threw a hit underneath. Then something pulled my broom so hard that I ended up falling to the ground soaking. When I was on the floor, I saw a little creature bending over my head, sketching a mocking smile and immediately threw a laugh in such a dark tone that I began to tremble.

3:53 I stood and ran inside my house. My father and sister saw me and asked me what was going on and how nervous I was. He couldn ' t articulate any words. I just told them stuttering that I saw a little creature under the sink, right next to the washing machine. My father made a mockery of me and then showed some concern. What happened immediately was that he accompanied me to the place where I told him I had seen the little creature, but when we arrived there we found no trace of the strange entity. My father tried to calm me down by saying it was probably just my imagination. Playing a bad game because of the stress of the storm.

4:35 Although I tried to convince them of what I had seen, we decided to put the incident aside and continue with our cleaning tasks. The night was advancing and the atmosphere in the house became heavier. As it got dark. We listened again to that soft, sharp murmur that mingled with the sounds of the storm. This time we were all aware of it, the feeling of being observed invaded us and the moods in the house were tense. We decided to close all the lights and lie down early, trying to ignore the strange presence that seemed to inhabit our home. While I was in my room trying to fall asleep, I heard laughter, softness and murmurs coming from my desk, I got up, lit my lamp and then headed to the hallway, because on my desk I saw nothing in that. I heard my sister screaming, so I ran to her room. As soon as I came in, I turned on the light and saw how this goblin was on it. He had a long tongue and he was spitting a lot out of his mouth. At first I thought he was hairy, but after seeing him carefully, I realized that the hairs on his body were part of the outfit he was wearing.

5:54 The only thing I could think of was taking a baseball bat that my sister had hanging by the door and I immediately hit the little spawn, but he dodged. The blow jumped into his window and then evaporated as if it were made of smoke. I hugged my sister, who was so scared, I felt like I was shaking with fear. He told me that the creature tried to hurt him, that he felt like he was salivating while saying words he didn' t understand, because he spoke in a strange language. We went to my father' s room, who was snoring loudly. When we woke him up, he got pretty serious and told us that the creature, which we had seen was nothing but a goblin and that the only way we could drive him away was chilly chance and leave the house closed. We spent the rest of the night in my father' s room, listening to that creature running down the halls of the house. We also heard how he threw the paintings to the ground. The next morning we found the house turned upside down.

6:58 Everything was out of order. My father set us clean while he lit a fire in the garden. Then he pulled out a grill and threw several dried chilies that he pulled out of the cupboard. We started coughing, so my father told us to go to the park or to the house of an aunt who lived nearby. We couldn' t go to the park, because of the floods. Government workers were cleaning and repairing some wrecks, so we stayed on a bench, in a square. While we were in the square, my sister and I shared our experiences the night before. We were both frightened and confused by the presence of that malevolent goblin in our house. At the same time, we wonder about the connection between the storm and the appearance of this creature. When we got back to the house, my father looked worried. He was smoking, which he didn' t do unless some situation exalted him. My father told us that he had faced the leprechaun, whom he failed to overcome, because being a creature that did not belong to our plane of existence, it could disappear and materialize elsewhere. And the thing that worried him the most was that being told him that I would catch my sister and take her to her den. He didn' t know what to do and that made him feel powerless. All we did was move temporarily to my aunt' s house, who kept several crucifixes and religious images. There we

8:30 felt calm, but every time we went back to my house, we found her lying down. In addition to the fact that we began to notice a certain aroma of stagnant water, my aunt got a sorcerer to clean the house using roots, herbs and prayers. He performed a sort of purification ritual to ward off any evil presence. Meanwhile, we stayed at my aunt' s house trying to find a solution to this problem. The Witch explained to us that goblins in popular mythology and beliefs are naughty beings that can cause problems for people. Some traditions suggest that goblins can be expelled with certain rituals or through the intervention of individuals with spiritual abilities. After the Witch performed his rituals in our house, we returned cautiously. The atmosphere seemed to have changed and the smell of stagnant water. He' s gone. My father, though still concerned, was grateful for any solution that could bring peace to our family.

9:37 The weeks passed and the nights were quiet and quiet again, as time passed. The intensity of the experience faded away, but the memory of that night and the goblin was always present in our minds. We decided not to return to the coastal house, sold it and moved to another place away from that memory or reindeer related to the presence of that ethereal being. Although life followed its course, experience left us with a sense of humility and respect for the unknown, reminding us that in certain places and moments, the barriers between worlds can become thinner, allowing the entry of entities that escape our understanding. The history of the night of the goblin became a local legend in our ancient village, reminding us all that, even in the most beautiful and quiet places, mysteries that defy logic and reason can be hidden and that we were not the only family that reported having heard and seen these beings. Some neighbors swore that these creatures killed their dogs and others reported the disappearance of a baby. Although we have not noticed anything strange during this year, sometimes I am afraid to meet these creatures again. They come from the woods. My grandfather was of

11:07 Irish origin. He came to live in Mexico shortly after his father, my great- grandfather, got into trouble in the village from which they originated as children. We loved going to his house, which he had next to the queen' s forest in tonalá Jalisco. Unfortunately, he passed away a couple of years ago. He was an encyclopedia of living accounts of Among all his stories, there is one that I wish to share today, for it has seemed most frightening to me. My grandfather, his name was Patrick, was from a county whose name I don' t remember, but it was located in Northern Ireland. According to his words, they lived a season in a cabin deep in the forest, this because there were certain political conflicts in which my great- grandfather was intruded. I cannot give much detail of the conflict in question, for my grandfather never gave such impo these events in his accounts.

12:03 The point is, my grandfather Patrick used to play with his brother Lyam in a clearing deep in the woods. In those years his fun was outdoors. They played very few board games and had no dolls. His mother used to warn them to be careful of any sign of goblins, for according to Irish legends, not all were good. Despite what is believed today, leprechauns were leprechauns who hated human beings, especially children, which was why they were hunted down or tricked into a ravine where they were thrown away and later stolen their clothes. My grandfather said that as children they were quite reckless and that, although they were afraid of these creatures, they knew how to recognize them, since their mother told them that the way to identify them was because they wore red jackets. On March 17, they played on a stream with a boat made with a salt can and a sheet of paper as sail. They were very entertaining following their little boat upstream, when suddenly they heard heartbreaking screams.

13:09 As it was common to find people wounded along the forest, they walked stealthy to see who it was. Approaching came as far as they saw a metal trap that hunters used to set up to catch Liebres. Then they saw who seemed to be a little boy. He had a leg trapped by the metal teeth of the trap. As they came closer, they realized that his face was that of an old man, so his facial features did not correspond to those of a child. Lyam came too close to the little man who, as soon as he saw him, began to whine. And pleading for his release, for if they did not, he would immediately kill them and steal his soul. Patrick warned Lyam to stay away from that man, for he distinguished that he was wearing a crimson jacket and remembering what his mother told them about the leprechauns, prechaun how they hated the children. At that time, the goblin again asked them to let him go this time begging, and if they did, he would take them to a well where he kept millions of toys that he had stolen throughout his life from rich children who misbehaved.

14:20 Liam, who was smaller and naïve, believed the leprechaun and immediately looked for a way to remove the mechanism from the trap. Patrick, on the other hand, asked him to leave and let that monstrous man be caught Masliam did not obey and, on the contrary, told Patrick that if he so wished, he could go home. That' s how you' d get more toys. Patrick told him that he would go tell his mother what was happening and if he so wished, he could keep that devilish creature. Then Liam was left alone. He argued with himself whether or not to release the Goblin. The little continuous being loved with his supplications, alternating between threats and promises of riches. The tension in the air was palpable and Patrick insisted that they should move away before something bad happened. Suddenly, the goblin changed his tone and began whispering toy names, mentioning specific details about the children they belonged to This puzzled Patrick, who began to wonder if the goblin really had access to some kind of stolen treasure. But as his fear was greater, he kicked the creature in the face and ran out to the cabin. Patrick said he had come a long way, running when he got remorse and fear of leaving his younger brother alone with that creature. Then he returned to his steps,

15:52 speeding up the pace more and more, because he was very afraid that the worst would happen. As I walked, I felt the path become darker and the trees thicker. Besides he heard laughter between the branches, he knew it was not just a leprechaun, but several who walked around. When he got to the place where the Goblin had been. All that was left was the deactivated trap and Lyan' s fingerprints showing how he walked away. Heading south. Patrick, who was very skilled in following traces, as his father carried him hunting as many as he could, did not find it difficult to distinguish the footprints between the dry leaves. Following the trail, he reached a cave where the water was born. Then he found Patrick, next to that demonic Goblin, who was about to throw him into a well by the cave, but Patrick quickly grabbed his brother from the jacket, pulling him towards him.

16:48 He took it from the Goblin and he, showing a sinister look with his eyes injected into blood, threw a bite at Patrick and plucked a piece of meat from his arm and made him laugh. He told them that they would not leave that forest alive and that, in case they escaped, he had already tasted the taste of his flesh and that thanks to this he would know where to look for them, which was not only several of them coming from the forest. Patrick, crying for the pain but full of adrenaline, took his brother' s arm and, after kicking the leprechaun in a red jacket, ran in a hurry. After a couple of miles they met a lumberjack who was told what happened and asked for help. The lumberjack carried with him a medallion with the image of Saint Patrick. He accompanied them to his cabin.

17:41 Once there, the mother of the children offered something to drink to the lumberjack, who, for his kindness, gave them his medallion, not without first warning the children that they should approach the water eye, for that place was often plagued with goblins and although they did not always let themselves be seen, they could not resist the presence of children. Patrick began to overwhelm himself with the pain in the arm wound, as he quickly began to become infected. His mother cured him as best she could, but as a result of that bite he suffered a fever. The rest of the week. He said he screamed every night they come from the woods. He said that in his dreams he saw a group of leprechaun coming to the cabin to take Iam, while he, weakened by the fever, could do nothing to save him.

18:33 The worst of all was to really contemplate the face of these beings, to listen to their voices in their native language was something maddening, as it was not compared to anything I had heard before. It was a blasphemous sound that did not resemble either the grunt of a wild beast or the voice of a child. It lasted more than a week with fever and when he finally managed to recover, he did so to discover that not everything in his dreams It was fantasy, as the tragedy lay in the cabin. Liam was gone, panicking and still not recovering 100%. Patrick asked his mother for the medallion of Saint Patrick, because with him he would manage to save his brother, but his mother told him that he no longer had any case, that already several experienced loggers were tracking the area in search of the child. Lyan' s disappearance plunged the family into despair. Patrick, still weak by the fever and bite of the goblin, felt guilty and tormented by the dreams that predicted the tragedy. Despite the efforts of the loggers and the community, Lyan' s search was unsuccessful. Patrick, obsessed with the idea that the goblins were behind his brother' s disappearance, decided to undertake his own search. Convinced that St Patrick' s Medallion was the key to protecting himself, He ventured back into the forest, determined to find Lyam and face the magical creatures.

20:07 Guided by the nightmares and the persistent voice he was crying out for came from the forest, Patrick delved into the darkness of the forest, where the laughter of the goblins resounded among the trees. His path led him to the water eye mentioned by the woodman, a mystical place surrounded by legends about the connection between the human world and the Kingdom of the Goblins. Unfortunately, this story does not end with an end. Happy Patrick did not find his brother, but if he heard his voice at the bottom of the water eye, so hoping to find his brother, he went immediately to that place, but gradually materialized on a rock the goblin carrying a red sweater that belonged to Lyam.

20:51 Patrick put on the medallion, cursed the leprechaun, and immediately recited a prayer he learned in a book of his mother' s prayers. I' ve given you the prayer. The creature began to twist and cast curses in a horrible language. In the end he ended up fading, leaving only the sweater that belonged to Lyam. Although the loggers stopped looking for Liam, they thought the boy had fallen into a very deep well, which was virtually impossible to get down and get back out. But Patrick, my grandfather, used to say that he was sure that those goblins took his brother, being his only consolation to think that he managed to banish the elves from next door forever.

21:42 As a child, he lived in a house of Infonavit in a colony near the basilica of Zapopan. It was one of those new constructions that shared walls with each other, besides being made of cheap and fragile materials. Even as we do, we live more than ten years in a neighborhood room. That house seemed like a palace to us. They were totally new houses and at first we only had two neighbors. As time went by, all the houses were occupied. The house next door was bought by a young couple who only lived there about a year and a half. They used to have quite a lot of trouble because the husband was an alcoholic and every drunkenness was a reason to fight as little as I knew them were quite nice, if not because we lived on one side. We' d never have imagined they were in trouble. The point is, this couple didn' t sell the house.

22:37 As we knew, they owned several properties and they were dedicated to real estate, which is why they always took advantage of good investment purchases. I remember the husband once told me, when I was a little past of glasses, that I was leaving the house because I thought there was something wrong with the earth, a kind of evil that attracted problems. They started renting the house, but the neighbors never lasted more than six months. The neighbor who lasted the longest was a rather strange tall man, accused by a neighbor as a stalker. In addition, it sold spirits illegally. After that neighbor left the house, it lasted for a long time without being rented. I think the house was easily uninhabited for a year. For this, my mother, who had always dedicated herself to home and raising us, got a job because she had separated from my father. Then my sister and I spent the whole afternoon and part of the night alone. That' s when we started to notice certain strange sounds. On the continuous wall of the empty house. We shared a room and one day around five o' clock in the afternoon we began to hear the tinkling of some bells, which we did not pay much attention to at first, but after remaining silent, we noticed more noises as if they were playing with marbles and gnashing at the wheels of a trissino. At the time, my sister and I thought we' d have new neighbors.

24:06 We left the house and headed to the next door to meet the new neighbors. What would be our surprise that the house was still empty. There was no car outside as we approached the window, which was without curtain and only covered by a sign that said for rent. Everything was in complete silence, in addition to being very dirty due to the sudden abandonment, my sister observed that a small tricycle moved on its own told me to look, but when I did, it was no longer moving. I was just in the main room, where a few seconds ago there was nothing. Suddenly we heard a little voice. I wouldn' t know how to describe it. It seemed like a boy' s, but with a certain old tone. We' re scared and we walk away from the window. We immediately returned to the house and I, by pure chance, started trying to scare my sister by telling her that in the house next door or lived a goblin that if I had a chance I would bite us at that moment. It made me laugh, but she got serious and scared. He told me it was very likely that it was one of those beings. A couple of days passed, but as it was Mom' s day of rest, we did not notice strange noises, although if we tell her what happened and she told us that as a child she saw goblins in a house where they lived in San Luis Potosí.

25:26 According to her, these beings lived near where bodies of water existed. They weren' t friendly at all. Her and her brothers. They were suddenly attacked while playing next to a fountain overlooking a deep well. He told us that he did not believe that the house next door was occupied by a goblin, for although near our house was a river and a small forest very close to a ravine that was known as the swing. He didn' t think it possible that they were so far away from their unnatural habitat. This comment from my mother managed to reassure us, so we began to explain that perhaps all we saw and heard was because of our imagination. The houses had small courtyards with low walls and stairs facing the ceiling. We were playing with water balloons in the yard. One afternoon, when we started listening, as if someone were going down the metal steps quickly, we turned to look, but we saw nothing. Then everything remained silent and we heard a sound of bells again. We went into the house and didn' t go out in the yard again. We better turn on the TV and put on a comedy movie. In the evening our mother came in a bad mood and sent us to sleep early as punishment for having left a slinghole in the yard. Then I turned on the radio and put on a ghost show where people called to tell their stories. My sister asked me to change him because that show scared

27:00 him. When everything remained silent, we again noticed how the grinding of the tires of a tricycle sounded. Then they started hitting the PARED and I started responding to those blows hard. The blows stopped and I came up with the silly idea of sticking my ear to the wall. Then I clearly heard a strange voice uttering my name. After threatening to take my sister away if I didn' t start bringing her food in the morning, I felt so scared that I ran into my mother' s room. My sister was already asleep and I didn' t mind leaving her behind. My mother wouldn' t open the door for me. He told me that what was happening to me was because I was acting bad. I kept praying until I could sleep.

27:48 At about four o' clock in the morning, my sister woke up crying and said that she had dreamed of the goblin of the house. Next door. I reassured her that the leprechaun was not real, that everything was the work of our imagination. Also, if that creature were real, being so small, it would not be a good opponent and it would be easy to defeat it the next morning a couple of dead pigeons were alighted in our yard were totally shattered and the floor of the courtyard stained with the blood of those poor birds. We later learned that someone had opened a neighbor’ s cage that raised these animals. My sister was hysterical when she heard this news, thinking that the cause of those deaths had been the goblin of the house next door. I told my sister that we couldn' t be sure of that, that someone was more likely to open the cage and let the birds out.

28:45 And the dead birds in our yard were a gift from some of the cats we heard at night on the roof. Although I myself tried to believe what I said to my sister, I kept thinking about the words I wrote through the wall. Then I made the decision not to take any chances. So in the evening, when everyone went to sleep, I grabbed a packet of cookies and a jar with a vanilla natilla. I climbed the stairs, sat on the wall between the two houses and threw the food in the direction of the courtyard. The house next door had a protection made of a metal fence, but from the area where the staircase was located it was easy to enter. Even though I, at that moment, no kidding, thought I ' d get inside the house. As soon as I heard the food fell to the ground, I heard the door of the courtyard opened and immediately caught a sound similar to the purring of the cats. The sound scared me so much that I immediately set foot on the ladder and tried to go down towards my courtyard. Then I felt like they grabbed my hair and then walked in my back. Next thing I know, the door to my yard was closed.

30:00 Then I started yelling at my mother to open up. I also knocked on the door desperately. While I was doing this, I heard laughter coming from the little wall between the houses. Although I didn' t see it, it seemed like the leprechaun was sitting on the wall mocking me. I don' t know how long it took my mother to get here, maybe minutes, but it seemed to me like hours. My mother asked me what had happened because I was in the yard. I tried to tell him a lie, but after thinking about it a couple of seconds, I didn' t make it and I told him the whole truth I thought he wouldn' t believe me, but in the face of so many coincidences I couldn' t do the opposite. She allowed us to sleep with her for several nights.

30:45 New neighbors arrived one day. They were an American couple. After a month of the house being occupied, we thought the nightmare had come to an end. But one rainy night in October, my sister woke me up at night. She sounded so scared. When I finished waking up, I understood that he was telling me that something sounded at the window. I turned on the light and immediately ran the curtain. Then I saw it in all its fullness. He would not know how to describe it, for his face was nothing but drawn from another world. It was the leprechaun laughing mockingly. Who knows what he' d be holding on to, because the window doesn' t have a balcony or a marquee. I felt like I was going crazy out of fear, so I started screaming, losing control of myself. That ' s where my mother ran into our room with water. Blessed opened the window and threw the water in his face, which made that being hurt his face. My mother said something like banishment in the name of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, blessed be their names. The leprechaun disappeared jumping into the neighbor ' s yard. Days later, my mother brought a priest who was her friend to bless our house. I do not know whether the father' s blessing or my mother' s confrontational attitude will have banished the leprechaun, for shortly after my sister and I entered the prepa in the afternoon shift and we never again noticed anything strange in the house the lone child. When I was

32:29 a kid, I lived in a hospice. Today, I am not ashamed to say it openly. I can presume that, despite having been without anything, I currently have a job, a car and I pay rent from the apartment where we live, my partner, Cristina and I were very introverted. And it is that, unlike other children who had been there since before they became aware and will remember the time when they were handed over to the orphanage, I did remember my parents, because I was already something big. I lived with my parents, who were disturbed people and because of economic and emotional problems, they chose to get rid of me something very sad if seen first hand. To date, however, he did not claim anything. In fact, I saw my father die and told him the same story I' m about to tell. The point is, I' ve always been very secretive.

33:22 Yes, I was involved in all the activities I had a chance to do, but I never made a real friendship with anyone. This caused me to be treated like a weirdo who liked to read, instead of being part of a group to annoy younger children, a weirdo who liked to write small poems instead of watching TV and far from wanting to prove otherwise. And more and more I was just the only people I was talking to was the nuns who cared for us and the priest I chose as godfather. The place I chose to read alone. It was an abandoned chapel in the backyard. This place was feared by all the children, because they said it was haunted, because there they had buried the remains of a woman accused of witchcraft, history in which I obviously did not believe and therefore did not share the fear towards the place. Like the others. Many will think that children are abandoned all the time, but when Christmas approaches, there are many institutions that offered us banquets, toys and sweets. Three days before Christmas came a company that served hot Dogs and brought a huge movie screen. Although I was looking forward to watching the Christmas movies, I preferred to stay away from my group, as I had recently had problems with older children who hated me for having defended myself from one of them, whom I almost broke the nose of a punch.

34:52 Then I went straight to my hideout. I had removed a bar from the gate that prevented access to the chapel. Put it on and take it off. It was my secret so no one would find me. When I hid from the world, that day I found that the bar was on the floor, something that became strange to me, because even though I had sanded the welding, I left a small layer on the back so that it would stop and not be easy to remove. I didn' t listen much to him, because at that time I told myself that maybe someone had discovered my secret. At last I entered the chapel and felt a strange atmosphere, because unlike other occasions, the place gave me a sense of protection. It was my personal sanctuary, but that day I felt evil floating in the air. Even though I had this feeling I would rather be frightened by the ghost of some witch who was unjustly burned than have to endure the mockery and heavy games of my companions. I was reading a thousand- and- one- night compilation.

35:58 For this I placed myself on a wooden bench, from which I put a mattress that I stole from one of the cellars of the hostel. That day I listened to the murmur at the distance and suddenly noticed that several objects were falling around the chapel, objects that in no way could possibly move the air. I also noticed the sound of a spinning spin I looked at the already broken altar and managed to see this toy a wooden spinner with a nailed tip that rotated on its own, as if someone held it with an invisible rope. Suddenly the spin stopped turning, fell to the floor and immediately, several marbles rolled as far as I was. I took a couple of them and put them in one of the bags in my pants. Then I heard the laughter of a child who, following the sound, realized that he was coming from a well next to a baptismal pile. This scared me, so I abandoned what was once my sanctuary, now defiled. When I arrived at the courtyard where the projection was, the nun who took care of my group pulled me out of my ear and scolded me, like so many other times I sat next to her and gave me popcorn. Sometimes I' d rather get in trouble because that' s how I knew they' d isolate me from the other kids and at least I' d be safe for a whole day. Another measure of punishment that they imposed on me was to stay in a solitary cabin, away from the group and also leave us a long penance

37:31 of prayers that we, as children, did not wish to do. Then the nuns would stay with you until you did not fulfill it or leave you locked up. Being this last one worse. That time it was no exception, because a child took away the marbles I found in the chapel, I beat him to the point of bleeding his lips. That night I was taken to the cabin. They threatened to leave me alone all night just after the nun left or or I was crying with my back recharged at the door. And it' s because, even though I always wanted to pretend to be hard and rebellious, the loneliness caught me, especially when they took me to that cabin. As I cried, I heard something hit the door. This made me stand up. Then five marbles and a note were rolled under the door on a piece of paper. The letter was almost understandable because the size of the letter was very small. But I carefully understood that someone greeted me by saying that I wanted to be my friend because I felt sorry for my loneliness. He signed with a foreign name. The worst thing about leaving you alone there was that you couldn' t even go to the bathroom. You were given a toilet to make your needs, causing the aroma inside the cabin to be something unbearable. Under the door I saw a pair of shoes a little funny, for it would look like those that a clown would wear in those old days, which were like pointy and just after the VIs ran,

39:02 the feet were much smaller than those of any child in the orphanage. They were like those shoes that put babies, only thinner and longer. They would easily go through the shoes of a toy doll. I noticed that one of the marbles had blood stains, but at the time I didn' t think it was that, but red paint. The day after they let me out, the orphanage was in chaos and the boy who took the marbles from me was suffocated by a couple of these. Apparently, he put them in his mouth during the night before sleeping a rather sad news. Now that I remember it, though at that time I didn' t see it that way, the days passed and I kept getting these notes with little lyrics. I also received several other toys that on more than one occasion brought me trouble because the jealous companions of these gifts accused me of stealing them. On another occasion there was another misfortune. I had received a spin and a boy three years older than I took it from me. The next day, the spine appeared in my bed with the red stain that marbles. The child who took it from me dawned with a severe wound to the right hand although the child did not die if he lost a certain level of mobility between several of his fingers, this because some nerves were damaged. I had avoided getting back into the chapel, because whatever happened that afternoon, I knew it was not good, as

40:35 well as beginning to associate gifts and notes with something that lived in that place. Soon my suspicions began to increase, as the notes began to ask me to go to the chapel without fear, because I wanted to show myself a treasure of toys that hid under the baptismal pile or as a joke. I was going to approach, because after this note I had no doubt that everything was the work of an evil being who lived hidden in the rubble of the chapel. I got a couple of toys again, but I didn' t take them, but I threw them out of the rooms. For a while I stopped getting notes and thought the matter was over. But I was wrong, because that period of calm was just the silence that preceded the storm.

41:25 One morning I found a note threatening me that if I didn' t come in the afternoon of that day, I would be suffocated. While I was sleeping, I felt intensely frightened. I wanted to go to my best man or one of the nuns I trusted, but with so much misfortune I felt that they would not believe me. So I chose to leave the notes on the desk of the only mother I trusted and after school, I set out to sneak out to the chapel. I came to the chapel I removed the bar and I nrré without thinking about it. When I finally entered the chapel, I heard a voice welcoming me, but I saw no one. After a couple of seconds this little man was revealed who was not above 50 centimeters in height and was dressed in stockings, ridiculous shoes and the vest of one of the children of the orphanage. I heard it was a leprechaun. Fear took hold of me and that creature noticed it. Then he tried to calm me down by telling me not to be afraid, because I just wanted to be my friend and soon pain and loneliness would no longer be a problem for me. His comments only made me more tense, because of the tone in which he uttered them. I knew something bad would still do to me so I preferred to follow what it indicated to me, for I felt a feeling of finding a way to save myself from that creature' s claws. Then he led me to the Bautismal pile. It was practically in ruins. I

42:59 noticed there was a huge well just outside. The leprechaun told me to jump that nothing would happen to me. I didn' t obey him. I backed out. In that the creature tried to push me, but being small and not having a considerable weight, did not manage to move with fear and everything I dared to give him a kick that gave him right in the face. The goblin threw a squeal that stunned me and then disappeared. At that moment he began to threaten me, at the same time that he felt like he was pushing me. Again. Terror invaded me, for this time I was moving. All I did was give up thinking the worst would happen to me, but at that moment the mother came in, to whom I had left the notes. He uttered a Latin prayer that he later told me belonged to Saint Benedict and was used to banish evil beings. The leprechaun never showed up again. The chapel was ordered to be explored and although no dead bones were found, several toys and clothes of the children of the orphanage were found.

44:04 Some were very old. Who knows when that leprechaun would be invading the orphanage. At least it didn' t bother me anymore. From that day on. I create a great friendship with the mother, whom I remember with great love and dedicate this story to her memory. Nomos from Alaska. I work in Alaska, although I' m originally from Ontario, Canada. My parents are from Toledo, Spain, which is why I can speak Spanish perfectly and my father always insisted that only this language be spoken in the house.

44:46 I was always considered a failure for both my parents and my brothers, and it is that I have never managed to stand out in anything and this world seems to favor only those who are born with a gift nar. I, on the other hand, could barely and could keep a formal job for at least six months and then quit. The point is, this collection of failures and self- sabotage led me to want to flee Ontario. I took a job in crab fishing in Alaska, as you can imagine, it' s a pretty risky job and on my first cruise I almost died as expected. I was about to resign, but a man originally from Mexico was taking care of me and motivating me not to have been for him. I wouldn' t be telling this story. Today, when we returned to land, I did not want to return to my home better. I stayed in the village of Barrow, where I made friends with the owner of a fishing dam.

45:46 His name was Nikolai, a man of Russian origin who possessed a smile, bonachona, thick beard and a lot of money. Nikoli offered to work with him for a year. Or offered, seeing me half the salary I received in crab fishing. Because I didn' t want to go home. I accepted the deal with Nicolai right away. The job was really simple. Nicolá and maintained fishing nets at different points in his home. Same as it was on a small peninsula. Since I had plenty of free time, I decided to join the local football team. A day after a workout. I was invited on a field trip to a wasteland very close to our village. I accepted more than anything because I liked the sister of a guy on the team.

46:36 We traveled in one of the boys' vans for about half an hour. Then we came to a place full of trees. We left the van on the side of the road and walked through a gap until we reached an abandoned village. One of the guys told me he found something quite interesting. We followed him to an area where huge stones were erected. As we approached, I noticed how several of these showed carved symbols. The boy who took us told us that they were put by a group of Inuit who inhabited the area in the past. I did not believe this entirely, because the symbols in question seemed familiar to me, because one of my aunts, on my father' s part, is dedicated to witchcraft and that symbol became quite known to me because on one occasion her apartment was burned in Ottawa and when they succeeded in suffocating the flames, we discovered a black wood altar with several of the symbols I saw on the marked stones. It' s in him, too. That time of the fire, we discovered with disappointment how he kept photos of several of us with some curses written back. The fact is, seeing those same symbols on the stone, they left me thinking about two things.

47:50 One that the carving on the stone was recent or that maybe the kind of magic I used or my aunt was too old. We walked a little further to an abandoned cabin with two huge wooden pillars at the entrance, where two figures were carved. These figures looked like men of low stature with expressions of suffering, as if they were frozen in time in the midst of some tragedy. In the center of the pillars we find a figure that stood out more than the others, a representation of a man frozen in a peculiar pose. The sculptures gave me a rather unpleasant feeling. It was as if inside my chest a void formed that filled me with anguish and sadness. I don ' t know how to explain it, but it was as if I felt all the suffering represented in the drawing of the central pillar. I heard the voice of the girl I liked saying those creatures represented on the pillars were nothing other than no beings I knew as goblins. She told me that these creatures were the cause of the disappearance of more than thirty people a year in that area. His real name was written in a way I can' t mention, but his translation was Gnome of the ice. These creatures had not been created by God, so they lived in the shadows and needed human souls to

49:20 survive, this being the reason that they lost the unwary ones who, with the promise of carrying them to a treasure hidden inside one of the caves where they live and once inside extract the soul of the person and feed on his flesh. I played a brave role and replied that I did not believe in such tales, because to me they were only part of the local folklore, which was just a stupid way to explain why the misfortune of people who are caught in the snow. The girl told me that if I didn' t think I' d join her the next day, she' d show me something that would change my mind. That afternoon we returned or to urs before nightfall. I didn' t sleep so much because of the excitement of having a solo date with the girl I liked as the images carved on the pillars of that desolate place. We saw each other early, as the light barely lasts in Alaska. Fortunately, we didn' t have to travel far.

50:17 He took me to a cave outside the village. We passed a couple of ice chambers and suddenly we met a frozen little man or at least that seemed to be about a meter high and he was dressed in various animal skins. He had pointed ears and his head covered in a striped hat. I told her that that creature might well be just a doll someone forgot in there and as time passed she froze. He told me to take a good look at his skin as his face showed gesticulation. I obeyed him and looked closely at the frozen figure. He could no longer believe that it was just a doll, because in his skin it looked greenish, besides showing to go imperfections that plastic dolls cannot have, especially that expression on his face macabre expression that reflected malevolence. We went back to town and stayed drinking coffee in a coffee shop.

51:14 There I heard from her, as those beings caught her father, of whom they only managed to find their clothes near a cliff. He also told me that during the 1980s at least a dozen children were lost and that the whole town was alerted. Several of them reported seeing these nomos. I didn ' t mean to contradict her, because she was pretty convinced of what she was talking to me about, so I' d better listen to her without interrupting her. In the end we ended up kissing and we became a couple. For one day we stayed at his house. His home had a terrace with fireplace and view towards the mountains. My girlfriend had a telescope on there, pointing straight towards the mountains, but she made me look. Then I saw two beings like the one I saw inside the cave, carrying with them the body of a cat and a dog. I was perplexed I quickly removed my eye from the telescope. I couldn' t believe what I just saw.

52:15 My girlfriend told me that for a long time she had seen them sometimes raid her father' s farm, but that since she only raised large cattle, they never took anything away, even though they had taken things from her house. At the same time that he was admired, they also gave him chills, because on different occasions I hear them speak in their profane language. I could no longer try not to believe what she told me, because in the face of so much evidence, to deny what was being seen was pure foolishness. Then he began to tell me that these creatures lived there for a long time before the same mud was founded and that among the first colonizers I always saw came witches and witches, for in a place so far from all civilization, he gave them a lot of freedom to perform their rites and spells.

53:08 It also told me that those nomos would not be here if it weren ' t for ancient Inuit witches who, taking advantage of the energy in the area opened a kind of portal through which they crossed those gnomes. But that, as she had told me before, she believed that those creatures already lived there From before I listened to what she told me and when I gathered enough courage to look back at me through the telescope, the creatures disappeared. Right away. She asked me to take her to ontario with me, who was too afraid to continue living there, because those beings recently entered her room that listening to her voices caused her panic. When he told his mother, she didn' t do anything, she even seemed not to believe him. I kept seeing him, though I believed him so well. I was pretty hasty about him going to live with me. If we were really just getting started, we didn' t know how we' d get along. Still, I told her that if it was possible, but that I would have to consult with my parents, if I had known that it would be the last time I would see her I would have taken her with me to the Nikolai Farm. That night I came home with the feeling that someone was following me.

54:27 I stopped several times along the way and turned around to see behind my back. However, nothing and no one but the cold wind followed me at night. While I was sleeping, I heard her voice in a vivid way, I felt it so real. Then I dreamt that I would wake up and go for a walk to clear me. Mind, the people were plunged into darkness and silence. The dim lights of the houses barely lit up the snow that covered the streets. I walked aimlessly, letting the gnashing of snow under my feet be the only company. At some point I realized that I was heading for the area where we had found the nomos sculptures. The full moon lighted the landscape weakly and I could see the silhouettes of the carved stones.

55:20 As I approached, I felt that strange feeling of emptiness and discomfort again. Suddenly, the figure of a little being materialized in front of me. It was one of those gnomes, with its pointed ears and its greenish skin. I was paralyzed, unable to articulate a word. The nomo looked at me with cold, malevolent eyes and began to speak in a guttural and unknown language he did not understand what he was saying, but he felt that his words resonated in the depths of my being. Suddenly, the nome approached me and extended his icy hands to my chest. I felt like something was torn inside me, like my soul was torn from my body. A sharp pain swept through my being and I fell to my knees in the snow. The last image I saw before I woke up was those gnomes feeding on her body.

56:14 I woke up really scared. I immediately telephoned her house, but I couldn' t communicate. Then I went to get her after work and I didn' t find her either. Her family refused to tell me something and told me not to look for her anymore. I was confused. I let it go for a couple of days, because I didn' t think anything bad had happened to her. It wasn' t until I gathered the courage to ask one of the guys on the team that, with my eyes down, he told me that she was lost and that it was best that I didn' t ask any more about the matter. I felt even more confused, but I came to the idea that maybe she didn' t want to see me anymore, because it wasn' t what she expected in a couple.

57:00 This idea took root so strongly in my head that I began to wish to leave that town once and for all. I took the impulse and bought a flight for the next day. The last night I spent in mud I heard her voice and also the voice of the nomo. She told me that they took her and that they would soon come for me. I never went back into mud so I didn' t know what happened to her. Sometimes I think those beings ended up taking her away and if I hadn' t left, the goblins from the tonal focus would have come for me, too.

57:43 In my teens I lived near the tonal focus of Poncitlán Jalisco and on a couple of occasions my parents took us to this enigmatic place. We lived closer to the municipality of Ocotlán than to Poncitlán. In a place like those, at least in the time that responds to my childhood and adolescence, the place was wonderful for those people who enjoyed nature, because near my house was the forest and, if you wanted, you went by bike to the lagoon or so many other areas that I do not remember at this moment the story that I wish to share happened during the last year that I lived at my parents' house, because from the events that occurred and when I entered the University of Guadalajara, I had to move back then there were not so many university campuses as today. When my parents took me and my sister Ana to the tonal focus, they told us that it is a cosmic energy zone where that nation is offered to the people who visit her. Whoever had the opportunity to visit him will know that the place seems to be taken from another dimension.

58:51 When we arrived, both my sister and I knew that what was said about this place was not a lie, because the energy feels in truth, it is as if the force of gravity is heavier. Apart from that, you feel stunned and whatever area it was. When you spoke your voice, it resonated echoing as if you were inside a cavern. The place also has a castle whose architecture denotes great influence. He' s a soterist. I don' t know who owns this place, but I have no doubt that the construction was done for a purpose, for occult purposes. That day we went more than anything because my mother was sick. He had recently suffered an embolism and was still unable to recover They said that in that place people were healed thanks to the cosmic energy boosted by the tonal focus. My sister and I got bored quickly, as we didn' t give value to the things I mention today. So, after seeing the castle and being with my parents for a while in the tonal focus we snuck into the field where they said there were a thousand goblins. We saw thousands of old candy and toys burned by the sun We heard that if you left a gift to the leprechauns, they would grant you any favors. My sister Ana was attracted to a doll that was still in her original packaging. She tried to take it and I told her not to, because if it was true that there were goblins in the area, it wouldn' t be very funny for them to take their

1:00:22 things. She, though she didn' t take the doll, made fun of me for believing in that kind of myth. At that moment I heard my mother call us and almost at the same time as trying to imitate her voice, someone pronounced our names on top of a tree. I felt terrified, so I didn' t want to turn around and see where the voice came from. I lost sight of my sister for a couple of minutes and when I got to where my parents were, she was already there. I saw in it a look that I knew perfectly, that look that I put when I had done something wrong. That no night back home, we noticed a change in our mother' s mood. It seemed more lively and its vital energy seemed to recharge the following days. His recovery was surprisingly quick.

1:01:15 The weekend I saw my sister playing with a new doll. It was the same doll I told her not to take. When he saw me, he tried to hide it, but it was too late. As the days passed, several things began to get lost in the house. Keys, jewelry and even food I noticed a change in my sister' s behavior. From being a laughing, mocking and naughty girl, she became frightened, nervous and shy how we shared a room. Sometimes she noticed that she got up very excited. I even got to see her crying when I ran into her to find out what was wrong with her. She didn' t want to tell me anything, and she was quite proud, even though she didn' t want to tell me what was going on. I already knew what was going on, but I didn' t know the seriousness of the matter. One rainy night I woke up to go to the bathroom in the morning. Upon returning to my room, I began to notice a few taps at the window.

1:02:16 It was an almost imperceptible sound that might have been confused with the fall of hail but the rain was so light that I could perceive it. I made the stupid decision to look out for the sale, not before I turned on the light of a lamp I had on a little table at night. Then I saw these little men. They had long black hair, long ears, pointed nose and were dressed in a long black robe. Everyone looked at me like they asked me to open the window and let them in. I backed out. For this, my sister woke up and as she looked at me in the window, she looked at me with anguish and cried. At that time I claimed that it was all because I had taken the doll of the field that were now there for us to return. She told me it wasn ' t that easy, because even when they couldn' t get in that night, I' d seen them around the house on several occasions. Desperate, I talked to my parents about what was happening. We decided to go back to the tonal focus and return the doll to apologize to the goblins.

1:03:27 Upon arriving at the place, we placed the doll in the same place where my sister had taken it, offering apologies and promising to respect the place. We did so, but this did not lead away those beings that today I doubt were the same ones that inhabited the tonal focus. Moreover, I consider that these kinds of places not only open the door to luminous beings, because many times the beings of darkness are attracted also by the light and sometimes manage to escape, being several of these beings that followed my sister and me. Even our home, things kept disappearing. In addition, we began to find strange messages, written with red ink on white sheets of paper. The messages were a series of meaningless symbols that, as much as we tried to find any meaning or resemblance to any language, had no comparison. We sought help and ended up finding her in the same tonal focus. There we were introduced to a parapsychologist who, after interviewing us, expressed the same opinion as I as to what was happening. He also said that those goblins were not the same as the tonal focus, for those that usually appear there are of different colors, while those that we described seemed too dark. And gloomy with a series of strange gadgets installed in our home. I really don' t know how your machines work. To me they were just drawers of the metal mine with many colored tubes and crystals. Whatever he did, things got better and

1:05:01 things didn' t get lost in the house again. Some time later, I went to live with a sister of my mother. When I returned to my parents' house, I decided to visit the tonal focus again. On this occasion we went to a ceremony at sunset, I respect all kinds of beliefs, but on that occasion I was bored so much. My sister, who had not yet married or entered college, snuck back into the area where she took her wrist I warned her from the beginning that she would not take anything or get out of the way. Much less will it approach the area where the ten thousand goblins lived. Walking we began to notice a certain tinkling of blue lights. Without going into the trees, we sat on a bench looking towards those lights. Then we saw those goblins who were the ones living in that place. I wouldn' t know how to describe them just as little little men less than a meter tall, very bright. Looking at the view better, we saw how they were chasing a dark creature. Ana jumped in and told me that the dark creature was one of those goblins stalking her in the house. Everything that followed I imagine was a kind of struggle, because the luminous beings made run and replete to that dark being. The luminous goblins seemed to be protecting their territory from the presence of the dark creature stalking

1:06:34 them. The scene was surreal, with flashes of light and shadows dancing among the trees. As we watched, we realized that the luminous goblins possessed a kind of positive energy that repelled the dark creature. The dark creature, on the other hand, issued a threatening presence and seemed to try to dodge the light of the luminous goblins. The battle between light and darkness unfolded before us and we were amazed by the intensity of the confrontation in the forest of the ana tonal focus And I stood still without daring to interfere in the confrontation between these mystical creatures. Gradually, the dark creature receded, seeming to lose ground in front of the radiant light of the goblins. He finally disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Finally, we heard laughter that, although they did not sound dark to me if they gave me chills, because they were luminous or dark beings, they should not belong to the same existential plane as us.

1:07:44 For years I avoided talking about this subject, because, apart from the panic that caused me to remember it, I was afraid that I would be ridiculed, given the incredibleness of history. However, now that I have known this channel, I feel in CONs' confidence in the hope of coinciding with some story similar to mine the goblin under the tree. When I was young, I worked in a parcel company. Previously it was more difficult to find the addresses, because it did not exist, as today the GPS maps.

1:08:25 Today, people are very dependent on this technology and no longer learn the names of the streets, while before we had to make use of our memory. On one occasion I had to look for an address, one of those that were quite difficult, because it was in a walker, which is a smaller street than a private one, and this direction, in particular, was located in a labyrinth of walkers, this in a colony of the oldest in Guadalajara, Jalisco. I have come to think that it is not simple chance to find certain phenomena and perhaps the cassans of them are due to a geographical situation that naturally moves the most evil souls to that place, for only they know how to take advantage of all the energy that emanates. Naturally, that afternoon it took me about forty minutes to find the address, and that is that, apart from the fact that the walker was quite narrow, the numbering was very sautéed and the numbers were not followed one by one. I crossed through a park in the middle of the walker, where there was a huge weeping willow and immediately some stairs and between the tree and the stairs I saw a small door that after observing detail, I realized that it was a normal door, of a house that swallowed the tree as it grew. When I crossed the stairs, I heard as if someone were talking to me, then I turned and seemed to look at an old lady peeking at a little door at the top of the door, as I was so focused on finding the address.

1:09:57 I didn' t pay attention to this woman going up the stairs, there was the person waiting for the package. I gave him his package and gave him to fill out the receipt form. When I was about to leave a very nice house caught my attention. It was two- storey built in the traditional way and the best of all is that I saw it display a huge serrenta sign. Like me, I had little to marry, although my wife already had two children, she was expecting one of mine and we lived in a small one- room apartment. So I wrote down the number and got in touch. I barely had a chance. The rent wasn' t cheap, but it wasn' t something I couldn' t pay either, so I closed the deal, handed over the deposit and the first month' s rent. Then I gave the news to my wife, who was quite happy to learn that we would move into a house with three bedrooms. We moved right away and got a couple of sixth pieces of furniture in a bazaar.

1:10:55 At this point I kept thinking about how difficult it would be for correspondence to find the address. So I bought a couple of huge numbers and placed them at the entrance of the house, which was number forty- two to facilitate the location. The move was somewhat exhausting, but the excitement of having a new home kept us motivated the first few days in the new house were quite pleasant. The neighborhood seemed quiet and we were excited to have more space. However, in time I began to notice strange things. One afternoon, while fixing some things in the garden, I heard a whispering voice again.

1:11:35 I' ll go to the sound direction and, to my surprise, I saw an old lady. I realized that this was the same old woman I ' d seen sleeping through the door on the walker. This time he was standing in the garden next to me, looking at me with an enigmatic expression. I tried to talk to her, but she kept silent looking at me and when I approached her she ran out and I lost her sight turning around the walker. I didn' t want to tell my wife or children, because I didn' t want to make them nervous for no reason. Besides, one day in the afternoon, when I returned from work, I heard the children say that they had seen a woman under a tree that had a rather strange appearance, that offered her sweets, but it was very rare for them that the woman was practically inside the tree, so they better ran to the house. On one occasion, my wife visited with her parents, who lived in Tequila, very close to the mountain range. Although I got along well with them, I could not attend, as I had to go to work. In addition, I had just asked for a permit and it was not possible to take days off, taking advantage that I would just go to drink a few beers with some friends in a very famous cantina in Zapopan Centro.

1:12:58 I' m not much to drink, but on that occasion tiredness and alcohol almost knocked me down. I went back to my house walking and practically holding on to the walls. When I got to the walker, the alcohol was already out of my blood and I was able to walk normally. I noticed something strange and it is that, although it was not too late, all the houses were very quiet, besides having the lights off, if not because in the same walker there were several lampposts. I would' ve had a hard time avoiding tripping. I don' t know how to describe it, but it felt as if the atmosphere had become heavier and kept this feeling as if something was going to happen. Just when I folded in a corner in the walker' s side facing the small park where the weeping willow was.

1:13:47 I felt like someone or something was chasing me. I began to sweat cold and just as I was about to climb the steps that lead to the part where we lived, I heard how they spoke to me from the branches of the tree. Then I saw a little man swinging his feet in the air. I didn' t see his face, but if I heard his voice in the dark, he told me that she would go after my children if I didn' t make a sacrifice. I myself, paralyzed by fear, didn' t even try to run. Then the little man threw the body of a dead kitten that fell very close to where I was and at that moment I could finally move and run to my house. I felt my heart coming out of my chest and my face drops of cold sweat. I didn' t believe what I just saw was a leprechaun. I felt like I was going to faint as a child. I had heard stories about these kinds of beings, but I never wanted to believe in them. I thought it was impossible for such a being to exist and now that I had seen and heard it my mind was dying. I felt like I was going crazy or that creature would appear to me in any corner. And worst of all, he had told me that someone would come for my children, which scared me even more. I called my in- laws' house and when they communicated with my wife, I couldn' t tell her what had just happened, and it' s that, when I thought of the words I would

1:15:18 use to tell her, I felt ridiculous I really didn' t know how to make her believe me, so I just asked her how they were and I lied to her that I was fine, even though my voice was shaking. I hung him up fast. I went to bed, but I couldn ' t sleep in my room. I had a window facing the street and the next day, after work, I went to my house and once there I threw myself straight into bed, because the night before I had not slept anything and felt the brain made mush. I was woken up by a few knocks on the window. I woke up confused, because everything was already dark. I turned on the light in my room and took a look out the window. At this point I still did not remember my incident the night before, and I had convinced myself that what I experienced was a delusion due to alcohol. So, when I saw the strange old lady carrying a doll of those who sold in the center, I think they called them elves, I was scared to death. I told the old lady to stay away from my house that I didn' t want to see her hanging around me. In that the woman laughed and exposed a completely rotten denture and then threw that doll in her arms and then ran out. At that point I looked at the part of the garden where he threw the doll. To my surprise, the doll wasn' t in that, I lit the lamp at the entrance and when I looked towards the walker, I saw the silhouette of a being no

1:16:50 more than a meter high. The silhouette moved quickly between the shadows and, although it could not clearly distinguish its features, it could feel its malevolent presence. Fear took over me and I knew I couldn' t just stand there and do nothing. Then I started praying and I got out. A Bible that I always keep in a bureau next to my bed. This brought me some calm, so I could sleep normally. The next day I picked up my family and, before I went to work, I told my wife not to let the children out that she wouldn' t ask me why, because I was better off not knowing it. That afternoon, when I returned, I found my wife very nervous. He told me that one of the children had been attacked by a leprechaun near the tree. When I saw the boy I found that his arm showed a terrible bite of tiny size. Then I encouraged myself to tell her about my encounters with that creature and agreed to move out of the house. Luckily, I bought a house I paid for.

1:17:53 Sometimes I remember my encounter with that creature and my mind makes me feel insecure, because I think that at any time or anywhere I can meet a goblin or a witch again, I would have liked to know why the witch and the goblin were stalking us. Sometimes I think that house was linked to that witch' s story. My cat caught a goblin. I' ve always felt a huge taste for cats, not just for cats, but for all kinds of cats. I love tigers, lions, panthers, jaguars, among others. I like that I didn' t share with my parents, because my dad was allergic to cat hair, as well as he liked dogs better.

1:18:46 Still, they always let me have a pet cat. As long as I took responsibility for him. I had several cats, but because of fate, they died shortly after being adopted. And it' s just that cats are too sensitive to health. My father was a teacher at the University of Colombia and my mother was a veterinary doctor. One day we moved into an old house, but with many rooms. During the first week we lived there we heard a little cat crying in the garage under my father' s truck. This happened for about three days until one day my mother realized that it was a little kitten that had been cut off part of the tail. My mother couldn' t leave him on the street, so she put him in the house. Then he healed the tail himself, which he thought was fractured, because the cat, instead of walking it up, lowered it between its hind legs. Actually, I fell in love with the cat because it had a rather rare color pattern, it was grey, with black specks, had the hind legs, too big yellow eyes and the face of few friends.

1:19:59 At first, she was pretty wild, but once she got used to the house, she became fond of me. I called him Byron because he reminded me of one of my favorite poets. My mother said that the little animal did not look like a domestic cat, but a wild one, this because of its physical and behavioral constitution. My father denied it. I was telling him I was in error and there was no problem if we adopted the cat. My room was on the ground floor and even though I wanted Byron to sleep with me, my parents forbade it because they said it was harmful to sleep with animals, as cat hairs got into my respiratory system, causing problems in the long run. I don' t know at what point I started presenting a series of pretty scary nightmares. It all started out as a simple dream. I saw a little creature, hairy open the window, then go in and throw away all my toys, draw a six- pointed star on my blackboard and then go through it. Seconds later he appeared again and tried to get in my mouth and then enter my brain, where I began to try to possess my body. I woke up suddenly so scared that I was screaming desperate. Unfortunately, the house was so big and my parents slept on the second floor until the last quarter, so they couldn' t hear my screams. I turned on the light. I barely realized relieved that everything was a nightmare. I barely managed to calm down when I realized that not everything

1:21:33 had been the work of a dream, because on my blackboard was still drawn that damn five- pointed star, just like everything in my room was lying. I went immediately to my parents' room to tell them what happened and they both accompanied me to see what was going on. They looked at the disaster in my room and the drawing, which, by the way, was very badly done and was barely perceptible. The reaction of my parent steps was not to believe me. I was told that I was being suggested by my nightmare, that one thing was nightmares and another thing that I tried to justify my idleness because of her. I really felt bad because my parents didn' t believe me, but in part they were right. He could also be suffering from sleepwalking. My parents used to be very logical people, they didn ' t believe in anything and they always wanted an explanation for everything. This caused me to have problems with them during adolescence, as I was always a lover of paranormal subjects, but that' s another story. The point is that Beyron always started to be with me and always grunted when I was near the blackboard in my room. He also began to behave very aggressively with any other animal that crossed him across the street. He even killed a Chihuahuan dog, which got us into trouble with neighbors demanding that the cat be sacrificed, because they, like my mother, thought it was a wild cat and not one of domestic origin. I loved my cat and preferred to keep him locked

1:23:09 up to avoid more trouble. My nightmares, on the other hand, continued to be always the same a little anthropomorphic hairy creature. This creature pulled out his tongue as if he tried to mock me. He also danced pirouettes, causing me to enter a state of panic. Then he came to me and licked the cold sweat on my face. One day in broad daylight, I heard a sound between the walls of my room, believing it was a rat or a mouse, took a broom and hit the wall hard. Then I heard a little choking scream that could not be produced by any rodent. Then I heard as if someone recited a prayer, but the voice was so dim that I could barely perceive it. In that I saw the same creature of my nightmares running towards the window. I was petrified, though I only saw it from the back. It was enough to see that this creature was not a projection of my unconscious, for it was identical to that of my dreams.

1:24:15 The back and feet were covered by hair, but looking at it more in detail, I noticed that these hairs were like some kind of clothing, for both the feet and the hands had no hair at all. The creature opened the window and jumped into the street. Seconds later I heard Byron perform a rather aggressive sound. He was like a grunt, but stronger. Then he squeaked and ran into the house. I went after him and noticed that he had a wound on one of his front legs. My mother took care of him. The wound looked like it was made with some kind of knife. Another thing I noticed is that the cat had the plants on its legs entirely black. Another trait my mother said was very similar to a kind of wild African cat known as a skater cat. Then he showed me a picture and a video. I didn' t have any more doubts that our barium wasn' t a normal cat. His wound was very strange, but as a result of that accident, his behavior became more strange. He wouldn' t leave me alone and if they wouldn' t let him stay in my room. He got aggressive. I kept banging on my door or my window.

1:25:27 As the case may be, my nightmares stopped whenever Byron slept with me. Several nights it was my turn to see him in a guard position looking either outside the window or at the blackboard. My parents finally agreed to have Byron sleep with me, because all the previous times he stayed, he would sneak him in. In the end, my parents also began to notice strange things in the house. For example, one day my father was carrying out a school planning out of nowhere, he lost all his feathers and feathers. The same thing happened to my mother with her recipes blog. I even heard them secretly talking that they had seen strange things in the house that, although they had difficulty accepting it, they believed that a goblin lived in the house.

1:26:15 When they saw me coming in, they kept quiet. One day, my parents took out pizza and rented movies. We threw ourselves on the mat in the living room. About eleven o' clock at night. We began to hear Byron grunt in a very strange way in the courtyard. We went out to see what was happening my father turned on the light and in that we all saw the goblin, which had in his hands a huge kitchen knife. Byron, on the other hand, bufababa and was in attack position. The goblin strikes first, but Byron dodged it with all his agility. Then, taking by surprise, the leprechaun fell on the knife of a couple of paws. Then the goblin squealed and became paralyzed, while Byron opened his mouth and caught him in his tusks. At that time I had no doubt that Byron had a wild origin, as he tore him to pieces of meat that, in an unexplainable way, burned before our eyes. Byron was slow to calm down, for even when he had finished with his enemy, he continued to snort his hair erect for a while. From then on, things calmed down in the house, although we did not last long living there, as my father acquired an apartment and ended up moving there. Byron lived with us many years and after a formal study, it was determined that although it was not entirely a wild cat, it was a mixture between the two accounts.

1:27:45 Written and adapted by Mauricio Farfán