Le Pedí A La Santa Muerte Que Se Deshiciera De Mi Padre Historias De Terror - REDE

0:06 I did things in my past that I' m not proud of. These events have happened to me for more than ten years. At that time, he was eighteen years old. Perhaps you can think that you already had the right age to understand what was right and what wasn' t, but you didn' t. I know I don' t have to look for guilty either, because I' m the only one responsible. I was part of a dysfunctional family in which my dad often got drunk when he was more alcoholized. He was pretty violent. We had to listen to him in everything he said. If for some reason we didn' t do what he sent us the moment he asked for it, he would beat the one closest to him.

0:48 They usually touched my mom because she was trying to protect us She told us not to approach my dad to keep him from hitting us, but she was the one who received any meaningless blow. I never understood why my mom had so many children. If I saw what my father was like to get pregnant for. Although I don' t think it' s up to me to make a judgment of value, especially because I didn' t know how to make the right decisions to avoid being at home, I was looking for a way to be absent. At that time I worked as an assistant in a tianguis. I was helping him load and unload the vegetables to a man who paid me enough to buy drugs. I was with him from very early to supply the stock market. Then we went to the colony where he put his place. Sometimes he helped the lord sell his merchandise. When he was missing some helper, he asked me to stay and support him, but that was not the case. Every time. After getting up very early to put up the post and load the merchandise, I stayed a long time off until it was time to load the merchandise. Brave to the van and disarm the vegetable stand. She wasn' t the only person who worked that way.

2:07 There were other boys doing the same thing. Between them we had a relationship of fraternity without ever expressing anything, we felt identified. They all had families just like or worse than mine, so as it came time to get back to work, we were going to a lonely, nearby place to use substances. We started with minor things, but as we got more into the vice. We tested other substances that made us evade our reality. As time passed, I sank into a dead end. I wasn' t thinking about the consequences of my actions. I just wanted to feel good, so I got it. I avoided being at home most of the time because my parents did not know for certain in the steps I was walking, but they could notice that something was happening to me. My father spoke to me in a derogatory way, insulted me and told me things I prefer not to repeat. Again.

3:06 I can' t lie that I got to hate him, that he started since he was little, because, since he was the eldest son, he was taking his anger away from me for many years, he beat me until one day I rebelled. I remember that day he lifted his belt to hit me. I stopped it and pulled it hard. I saw in my dad' s eyes the same hatred I had with my mom. It was different. She was self- sacrificing and submissive almost daily. He asked me to cry that I behaved well that I needed to be able to leave the house and bring money to cover all the needs. But at that time I did not think of her or my brothers, who also lived as I did. I used to make money to buy substances. I gave my mom some money, but it was too little to cover so many shortages in the house with the group of friends I had made more friendship with Arthur. He lived in a situation very similar to mine, so we felt comfortable talking about our problems. There was someone else in the band who was telling us what to do. His name was Shui. He liked to dig up sinister things.

4:15 Shui was part of a congregation that worshiped Holy Death. He often invited us to be part of that group, but neither Arthur nor I was interested. Hui told us that if we made offerings and petitions to the White Girl, she would give us everything we asked. We just had to be faithful to him all the time. I only heard him speak without paying attention to him near the colony in which we lived. There was a cemetery that had a particular characteristic. He was not surrounded, i e he had no wires, bars or bars to prevent access to the pantheon. The tombs were on a free ground where he could be accessed at any time, even at night.

5:02 The cemetery was called Senecu, but it was better known as the children' s pantheon. They named it that way because most of the human remains in that place belonged to minors. There was a rumor in the neighboring colonies and in general in Chihuahua that the children went out to play at night, that they heard laughter from infants and that if you stayed in a car near the pantheon, the crystals were left with small handprints. That place was the place where we liked to hang out and take substances. At night. We were not very close to our homes, but it was ideal because he was often lonely. It was so quiet that there was even peace and tranquility. At first we began to go out of curiosity and morbid to see if it was true that the spirits of the children were going out at night we stayed very late. I was asking Arthur if he noticed anything. He replied that we did not pay attention to any movement or sound we heard, but everything remained absolutely silent. Shui once told us that he was going to do a ritual at the cemetery. The land of pantheon was the ideal instrument for any spell.

6:20 He told us to come out at midnight outside the cemetery. So we ' d realize it did work. He continued to talk to us about the Holy Death and how well it felt to have a powerful being on his side, as she had protected him. Of all the dangers. Chuy told us that on one occasion that he assaulted a woman, the neighbors came out to help him. He ran across the street, but more people came from that side stood on the threshold of a door as it was at night. He went unnoticed. He never knew how they didn' t see him. Surely the White girl had protected him, she hid him from those people It didn ' t give Shui so much credibility. He believed that everything was the product of his fanaticism and that it was not possible that death was protecting him at that point. I no longer believed in anything, not even the blessings he gave me. My mom. Out of curiosity I told him that I would be in the cemetery at midnight, while Arthur asked me not to, that we did not need to get into more trouble than we already had. I asked him to come to the pantheon with us, but he didn' t agree. That day, when I arrived at the house, there were many people gathered outside my home. I immediately thought of my mom something bad had happened, because I found my brothers crying. One of them told me that my dad had become more drunk and violent than on other occasions he hit my

7:50 mom so hard that it was necessary to ask a neighbor for help. She immediately called the police. My father was taken in custody and my mother was already being treated by the emergency services. His clothes and his face had traces of the violence he received. My brothers were in a corner crying scared. As soon as they saw me, they ran to hug me. I was his only source of security at the time and it hurts me to think about it, but I wasn' t the ideal person to protect them, because I wasn' t even in the house to help my mom and put my father in her place. As I watched the whole family scene, I felt a lot of hatred for my dad. One of the neighbors left in the ambulance with my mom to stay and take care of my brothers. Although I think the real reason she didn' t want me to go with her was because I was not sober at home. I felt desperate to see the traces of violence everywhere. He made me feel like getting back at my dad.

8:54 I asked my brothers to help me pick up the mess. I bought them milk and cereal and gave them dinner. They slowly calmed down, and I took them to their beds to rest. I saw when they fell asleep. Still my brother, the youngest, sobbing a little until he fell deeply asleep. I heard, when a car came out of the house, I ran to see that it wasn' t my father, but it wasn' t him In the car came my mom and neighbor. My mother came with a bandage around her face. As soon as she saw me, she cried and hugged me. He still stayed for a few more minutes to figure out how the situation was in the house. He probably did it because I didn' t look so good. The substances were already wreaking havoc on my physique.

9:43 He left with distrust. My mom asked me not to walk in bad steps anymore, but I was really a negligent person. I didn' t think of her or my brothers. By acting the way he was doing it. I said yes, but I didn' t have the conviction to do it. I went to bed my mother in her bed. Little by little she fell asleep carefully. I got out of his bed, I got out of his room, and I saw that they were going to do 12 o' clock at night. I went on my brother' s bike to the cemetery. I remembered the date I had with Shui. While I was pedaling, I was thinking about how to get back at my father. The streets were dark and desolate. It wasn' t ideal for me to go out at those hours of the night, but I was more than used to doing it.

10:28 Almost every day. I used to spend it outside the house. I was trying to get here as late as possible so I wouldn' t see my alcoholic father or my mom, putting up with everything that man did to her. My house was not so close to the cemetery, but with the speed I was taking I arrived in a few minutes Shui smiled. When he saw me coming, he noticed that he was very pleased to see me. Shui was carrying several things in a bag. He pulled out two candlelights. A fetish was a small doll made crudely a jar of a dark liquid, of which I never knew it was as well as other strange elements and fruit. I didn' t understand why I needed food, but I didn' t ask anything. I was just out of curiosity and I didn' t want to ruin the moment by asking so many questions. We were walking through the cemetery between the graves in front of us Iba Shui. It wasn' t the first time I was in that place. However, this time I felt a bit of fear. There was a little wind that moved the few trees and the weed that had grown in a disturbing way. In the distance I came to distinguish a shadow that moved between the tombs. I immediately thought about what was said about the cemetery and the children. I didn' t say anything to my friends out of fear that they would laugh at me, but I kept noticing that a small head was sticking out of the tombstone.

11:52 I also heard a laugh. I asked Shui if he had listened. He didn' t listen to me. He was still looking for the ideal grave until he got to it. The tomb did not have a tombstone, just a pile of land, a cross made of wood on which it called the name José Luis, who was born in the year of nineteen hundred and twelve and had died when he was ten years old. I didn' t say anything to my friends anymore. I just saw what I was doing. Shui started digging to the side of the tomb. He carried a large metal spoon, which served as a shovel to make a small hole. Then he gave it to me to keep digging. It was strange to realize that the earth was not so hard. It seemed as if it had been removed a short time ago. While I was digging through the earth, I found something solid.

12:43 I kept opening space and bumped into a bone. As soon as I saw it was a human bone, I ventured it. The bone was left on the ground. Humeda Shui pointed the light at his hand lamp. He laughed out loud and kicked the bone to stay further away. Without telling him anything. I went to pick him up. I thought I couldn' t stay away from the rest of the bones that made up the little boy' s skeleton. I made a small hole and deposited it back in the grave. Without listening to me. Shui began the ritual, lit the candlelights and made strange prayers invoking the White Girl. After praising her, he offered her the fruit that he bore. In the end he made his request. He wanted money and power. He kept praying for more minutes. Right away, she told me that it was my turn that I could make any request to the Holy One because she would fulfill any wish I had that was impossible, that seemed to me I made a few steps back. I said no.

13:43 I wasn' t there to fulfill any wish. I just wanted to go with him. Shui insisted again I refused to see that I didn' t listen to him. He urged our friend to do it, but he didn ' t want to do it, too. A little annoying. Shui told us we were kobas, though not believing at all. I begged the Saint that if she really fulfilled her wishes, she wanted my father to die and suffer. While he was doing it right away, we huddled and Shui ended the ritual by shutting down the candlelights by saying done is that any wish is fulfilled. I didn' t take it seriously because I was just curious. Years ago I had asked God, Our Lady and all the saints to change my father to have a more normal family. But since none of them listened to me, I no longer believed in anything or anyone. Chuy buried the fetish he was wearing. I didn' t understand why I was doing the ritual in a grave, but I didn' t ask either. We started walking to get out of the cemetery. While we were doing it again.

14:50 I heard as if someone were walking behind us. I stopped a little bit to see who it was, but I couldn' t see anyone. I just heard the muo muro of a voice, like someone was talking to me already. I didn' t want to be there any longer. I walked faster trying to keep my friends from noticing, but Shui started laughing at me. He told me not to be afraid. Now the Saint was protecting us. Obviously, I didn' t believe anything at all. Without comment, I walked away from the cemetery. Before I left, I turned back to the pantheon. I never knew if it was my imagination and nervousness, but I thought I saw the silhouette of a little guy standing still. Seeing me, we went home. Shui was also riding a bicycle. I took the devils of my vice and left my other friend outside his house. When I was heading towards mine, I had a feeling someone was coming with me.

15:46 I would stop for a few seconds to look back without seeing anyone. However, that feeling was not taken away from me. When I get home. My mom didn' t even realize she' d been out. Three days later, my dad went free. My mom didn' t want to report him, and my dad came home on Monday afternoon. As soon as I saw him, I went out into the street. I didn' t want to be in front of him because I had a lot of courage for what he did to my mother. He tried to talk to me, but I didn' t hear him. I left immediately and went to Arthur' s house. I stayed with my friend until very late. I didn' t want to go home for two things, for not seeing my father and because I still felt like someone was following me. Later I went home. I found it very strange to see the lights on at that time of night.

16:38 It was almost 1: 00 in the morning. As soon as I opened the door to the house, I saw my dad sitting on a couch, holding his stomach tight. My mom asked me to go to the neighbor, ask her husband to take us to the hospital in his car, or go get a taxi. I did the second thing, but at that time no cab went through the streets. I walked through different parts without getting it. The truth is I didn' t make much effort to look for one when I came back, he twisted from the pain. I could not deny that I felt compassion, even though I knew I deserved it. I wanted to get him off the floor, but he didn' t consent. He told me not to move it because it hurt horrible. He kept complaining more and more, he didn' t know what to do, until my father screamed very loudly and began to vomit blood. Then I don' t know what substance he threw, because it was dark black. It was like this for a longer time until he began to delirious. I don' t know what happened to him. He seemed to see someone because he had his gaze fixed on nothing shouting that not just seeing his face transformed by pain and fear.

17:49 I felt a lot of compassion. His courage had dissipated. I tried to sit him down so he wouldn' t drown with his own vomit. It was the last thing I did for him, because I felt when his body faded, he was inert without life. It was an event that marked me because I felt guilty. I thought it was all due to my thought of death the moment Shui performed the ritual at the children' s cemetery. During the time I held my father' s body in my arms, many negative thoughts came into my mind. Perhaps for that reason unexplainable things began to happen to me, because I began to feel someone' s presence again it was as if they were accompanying me everywhere. At first I only had that perception, but as we performed my father' s funeral, what I felt became present to my father. We' re watching him in the house. We didn' t have enough money to take him to a chapel, so during the night of his wake I noticed that there was a person in the kitchen.

18:59 I went to support whoever it was to give water to coffee or whatever it might take. However, I was tremendously surprised when I found no one. I was sure I' d seen a person go into the kitchen. I looked for her and when I didn' t find her I walked into the living room, but before a cup came out she fell without any explanation. When I turned around, I saw a spectrum hidden behind the cabinet, only his head looked completely dark. I almost fell off the impression. I threw out several disposable plates and glasses that were on the table. When I turned back that entity was gone. My mom went into the kitchen. When he heard the noise, he asked me what was happening another time. I would have replied that nothing, but because of the fear that caused me, I told him what I had seen. I thought my mom wouldn' t believe me, but, contrary to what I expected, she took me by the hand, took me to a room with a quiet voice. He asked me not to be afraid. Maybe it was my dad' s spirit that wasn' t leaving this whole world of life, the kind of life he had and the sudden way he died. The safest thing was that his soul was still with us. The best thing was to give him a dignified farewell, because he was realizing everything, although he didn' t treat us the best way, we didn' t have to have resentment or resentment My mom ' s words didn' t give me confidence, not because I wasn' t right. Perhaps it was true, but my instinct told me that it

20:29 was not so, because since I was in the cemetery of the children, I had left that feeling. But not to worry my mom I didn' t make any comments. I just felt. Most of the night I was watching my father' s body. Every moment I checked my brothers' room, but they slept quietly. It was going to be 4: 00 in the morning. When I saw again in the courtyard that shadow hiding between the plants, I feared that it would happen to me for the same thing as my father. We don' t take my dad to be buried. My mom decided to incinerate it, since she didn' t have the money to buy a niche. We kept the urn that contained his ashes in the house.

21:14 While it was possible to take him to a special place. My friend Arthur was with me the whole time. Also the rest of my friends were with me except shui. As soon as I could, I went to see him. He was smiling. When I told him what had happened to me, he started clapping like crazy. I didn' t understand your irreverent behavior. When he calmed down, he told me that I had had, effect, ritual my wish had been granted. Now I had to pay the white girl because she didn' t give a favor for free. I had to make him an altar and give him offerings often, because otherwise she wouldn' t leave me alone until the favor with me or with the soul of a loved one was collected. I held back from beating Shui because he knew what he was capable of. I walked away from him with the idea of never looking for him again. For several days I did not do what Shui told me, but every day that entity became present. More often he appeared at night in the darkness, he manifested himself in different ways with his presence, with some murmur or leaving some objects to fall. I' ll tolerate and endure until I can. But when one of my brothers woke up screaming, my mother and I ran to see what was happening to him. My crying brother told us that he had seen a dark being watching him sleeping. I already had several days that I had nightmares about that monster, but now I

22:44 had seen it. He began to weep uncompromisingly as my mother embraced him. He stared at me to see what I was saying and how we would solve the problem. Deep down, I think my mom felt that I had the answer, but she didn' t ask me anything as soon as it dawned. I went to buy a small figure of the Holy Death his candlesticks, as well as fruit and sweets. I put it inside my closet so my mom and my brothers wouldn' t see it. It wasn' t exactly that I believed in her that I had faith in her or. I' d like to ask you a favor. Rather, I began to fear that I would harm another of my relatives. When I set up the altar with the offerings. The demonstrations apparently ended, the Holy Death was happy. However, sometimes sporadic. I realize your presence, because I see a shadow hiding in the darkness, but as long as you keep your altar worthy, it disappears again. It was like he was trying to show up to make me realize that he' s still present. I don' t know how or how long I have to do it. I didn' t want to ask Shui anymore. Since my father' s death happened to me, I never met my usual friends again. Most of all, I walked away from Shui with Arthur. I still have a friendly relationship, a little out of the way, because he kept getting together with the same people. Instead, I went into full work on the tianguis and completely left the narcotics. Now I

24:15 ' ve got my own job. It' s not so much the income I get, but it' s enough to support my family' s expenses. I don' t know exactly what really happened that night when I was present at the shui ritual, in the children' s cemetery. I also couldn' t tell if my father died of natural death or was the cause of it. The only good thing about it was that my dad' s death served to change our lives completely. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas