Lo Invocamos En Una Casa Abandonada Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Most believers. Holy Week is recognized as the major week in which the sacrifice of Jesus Christ is remembered, although it is also days in which the devil is loosed. Those were the teachings my grandmother Tita gave us, although I never understood the reason why she told me that until an unexplainable fact happened to me in which the only answer was evil. My grandmother was a very religious and conservative person. He carried out all the rituals that the Catholic Church called for. When she arrived at Lent, she was the most punctual with all the rites organized by the church of Cologne. The Sunday of bouquets. He bought a bouquet for each of his children. My grandmother believed that if I put the blessed bouquet behind the door, it would help to keep evil spirits from entering her house. Anyway, I was asking my mom to do the same thing. My grandmother considered Holy Friday the biggest day of Lent. He said that at three o' clock in the afternoon it was the time when Jesus died and that from that hour glory was closed. It was the moment the devil went out to make his own. One way to do so was to provoke disputes between parents and children, between husbands and friends in any relationship of friendship, affection or love. But it didn' t just propitiate fights, it also led to worse things, such as murder, robbery, curses,

1:38 and possessions. As I grew up, I didn' t care much about their rituals anymore. He did not believe in them, nor did he go so often to his home. On one occasion we were friends and I were sitting outside my house on the sidewalk. My grandmother spent time with her group of friends. That was the first time he saw me with a friend named Paco. I noticed in his face that he didn' t love that he was with me. He saw me and greeted me with his hand. Paco asked who those women were. When I told her that my grandmother was the lady wearing a black veil in her hair, she laughed. He made some annoying comments about the people who were very devoted to the Catholic religion.

2:21 I didn' t want to go into arguments and I tried to forget your comment. It was the first time I didn' t like being with Paco, although I forgot what he said very soon. He was carrying with him a new board game to play. We had agreed that everyone would take one to pass. On Friday afternoon, when it was Paco' s turn, he was carrying a red book. We laughed when we saw him. The first thing I thought of was telling him it wasn' t the time to study. It was Friday and we had to forget about school homework, but he said it wasn' t to do scullery activities. It wasn' t what I thought. It was a different game than the one we had commonly played. Paco explained the rules of how to play it. To begin with, we had to do it at night in a secluded and quiet place, so we could start somewhere in the park or if we preferred one of us ' s house. Marta was the one who said that we could meet in hers had caused us a lot of curiosity about the game of Paco. The next day we' d play it. Paco arrived with a thick book of hard red paste. I had the title I don' t remember anymore.

3:38 When he put the book on the floor, I started looking at it. It was a common book. The only particular thing was its color and the consistency of its cover and back- ported hard pasta with golden engravings. Looking for the steps to do a ritual, but I didn' t find it. Paco told me he wasn' t going to find it personally. I was asking the book for anything and I could be sure that he was going to grant it to me. Paco asked Marta to lend him a mirror. He told us the game was played between two people. It was complex to do so among three or more people. First I' d start with one of us, and then I' d go on with each of us.

4:20 Marta was the first one to want to play it. Paco turned off the light of the room, lit four red candles that he carried, put the book in his hands, made a kind of prayer and then kissed the book. He then placed it in Martha' s hands, asking her to close her eyes and ask permission from the book. Later, Marta, even with her eyes closed, randomly opened a page with her finger pointing to some part of the page. Paco asked him to read it and asked him if he had understood what the book had announced to him. That game doesn' t make any sense. Marta said look at all the details in every single word you read, because there' s the whole key to what' s going to happen. The Red book is talking about a future fact. Paco Marta told her I really saw her upset. He didn' t like the game at all. Before he got off the floor, he saw the mirror again.

5:23 I don' t know what he saw,' cause he screamed so scared and walked out of the room. I went behind her waiting for her to tell me what I had seen in that mirror, but my friend cried and was afraid, although she was also upset. He showed me his hands that were still trembling from fear. Paco left the room with the book under his arm. He smiled in a way that seemed evil to me, then said he didn' t believe, that he was going to get that way. She was supposed to be the bravest, but I had already seen that she didn' t stand in front of Marta to tell her that it was just a game. There was no reason to get that way. My friend, she slowly calmed down. We didn' t have the courage to play anymore. Paco never released his Red book. Again he was the same introverted boy of old with a trembling voice. She said goodbye to us all three of us and left. As soon as he left. I asked Marta what she saw. Her. He replied that in the mirror there was a dark being with a grimace on his face laughing at her. He had bigger eyes than normal, a mouth also huge, with sharp, black teeth. At that time, I remembered the paragraph with my finger. She could remember some important phrases, but we failed to decipher the message that, according to Paco,

6:57 the book could predict the future. We still have it. We' re meeting Marta for a longer time. She was still nervous and didn' t want to leave her alone in that state. Gloria, my other friend, said she did have to go. When we were left alone, Martha confided to me that she was very afraid to see an evil being in the mirror. It was so much fear that he was still trembling. I had the feeling that what he read were not mere words. I was afraid something bad would happen to him. I couldn' t stay so late at my friend' s house because my parents would worry. I suggested you go home with me. At first she said no, but when she saw that she was going to be left alone, she decided to go home. Upon arrival, my mother was surprised to see Marta I explained to her that I did not want to be alone. We decided to sleep together. Marta started calling her mom, but she didn' t answer her calls right away. She did it with her dad, but it was the same thing she did with one of her sisters and she did answer. He barely got to leave the message because the call was cut off. During the night, my friend was restless, waking up every moment. When I got to sleep, I dreamt of something not so nice, because I woke up. Suddenly there was a time when I couldn' t sleep anymore. I didn' t know if it was because of my friend' s nervousness or because I had a strange

8:30 feeling. The most likely thing was that I had been upset about what happened the next morning. Marta went home early, we didn' t talk again for the weekend, until we met at school. I noticed her calmer. It seemed that fear had disappeared. When we saw Paco come to school, he preferred not to come near us. He probably thought we were going to claim him for what happened. Marta was the first to approach and talk to him as if nothing had happened. I realized that Paco was very pleased that our friendship continued. It was strange that my friend no longer commented on it because she had seen it very upset, but I thought that everything had been the result of her nerves and that, surely, when she realized that everything was in order, she preferred to forget about the incident. The next few days were normal. It was a little over a month before we got back together to play board games. Paco didn' t comment, but it was Marta who first said to play one of her games again, but Paco said it wasn' t best to forget about them. My friend insisted, and the truth is, Gloria and I were both very curious to do it.

9:52 We insist, too. Our friend agreed, but told us that the next game was more intense. That' s when I remembered what he said to me. My grandmother told them that the next week was Good Friday, it was worth waiting until three o' clock in the afternoon and checking if it was true that that day of the year the devil was loose. My friends laughed at my comment, insisted and told them the story that my grandmother told me on several occasions, although they didn' t believe me much of what I told them. We didn' t have a place to get together. Paco said we could do it at his house. It was a little strange that he offered to offer us to go because he never talked about his family, nor did we know exactly where he lived. But since we had no other place to go, we agreed to meet there. Paco asked us to each carry three candles. Paco' s house was two- storey, with a forgotten garden and a rusted- down gate as soon as we entered the house, a smell of moisture invaded luxury. Paco offered us an apology for the mess in his house, as there were things lying everywhere, dirty dishes in the kitchen and a smell so particular that he couldn' t figure out what it was. We didn' t have to go into Paco' s room. We' re staying in the living room. He pulled things aside lying on the ground. He shook a black mat and asked us to pull

11:26 out our candles. Each one was arranged in a circle. We sat on the mat around the candles. When we were ready, he told us that everyone was going to tell a horror story when they finished telling it, they would turn off a candle. We' d tell three stories each. First Gloria began as she finished her story, turned off her candle right away. Marta did I had a great time. When my turn came to tell, my three accounts were also without any grace. He was not the ideal person to invent the issue was having fun and it was being accomplished. The bad thing was when Paco took his turn. He took a candle in his hands and began to tell a story that I found interesting because he started talking about someone who lived in his house. The tufo we noticed when we entered was not about moisture or some decomposed pipe. It was the natural smell of evil, because, as I lived in the underworld, it was as normal as that smell. Putrefaction. It was also necessary to take into account that the corpses, as they entered the process of decomposition. The smell they were emitting was most unpleasant. I wanted to interrupt Paco, but he raised his left hand to tell me to stop me. It was his turn. I didn ' t speak anymore, although I felt that he was going too far, because seeing the faces of Gloria and Marta were really scared. Like me.

13:00 Paco continued to say that the evil being who was living in his house needed a body to live in, because he was ethereal, like a dark shadow floating and that as he left at night, he was confused with the darkness, but wandered all night long waiting for the right time and the ideal body looked at the clock and began to sound an alarm from his house. He got up to pay for it. Then he turned off the last candle. He said it' s only a matter of waiting, because the portal of the spirits has been opened with that of the living. The time has come as predicted. We began to hear as if inside the house were many horses running they would hear each other. When they came into the living room.

13:46 My friends and I got up quickly. We had the feeling that it was actually a group of horses or people. Coming in, I turned to see them They were just as scared as I was. He smiled pleased. His gaze became evil and penetrating. He raised his arms saying the time had come. Now it was only necessary to feed on many souls. I yelled at him that it wasn' t fun. I had to stop that It wasn ' t a game anymore. We' d better get out of here We ' d all get up and go to the exit, but the door suddenly closed. I wanted to open it and I couldn' t. My friends tried too without getting it. I kept yelling at Paco, but he ignored my annoyance. The door couldn' t be opened. I ran across the house to find a window or a back door to get out of that horrible place, but all the efforts I made were in vain. I grabbed a chair and threw it into a window, which I could break. The crystals flew everywhere. I was going to jump when I remembered my friends behind me came marta, but Gloria wasn' t marta. He ran off and I came back for Gloria. It was the worst moment of my life. I saw Gloria stuck on the floor a whole being in black. She kept her mouth open, while she seemed to have some kind of white smoke coming out

15:20 of her, while she kept her eyes looking away. I wanted to help her again, but what could I do? I was so scared to do it, and I jumped the window out. Marta was expecting me. She was rushing me out right away. Until I was outside, I could sense that I could already breathe, because I felt the air clean. I no longer felt suffocated and lacking oxygen. I looked into the house. I couldn ' t be there anymore. When I saw Paco open the door, Marta and I ran away, I thought of Gloria' s fate, but I was so afraid that she wouldn' t allow me to reason without talking anything.

16:00 We got home quickly, but my parents weren' t there. I could only distinguish music at full volume in my brothers' room. Without hesitation, I went to the backyard Marta was following me through the door. I went into my grandmother' s house. I yelled at him desperate. My grandmother came out of the kitchen with a rosary in her hands. He asked me what that scandal was that day. It was to be at peace and in complete prayer. I told him I did something very wrong. My grandmother let go of her rosary holding him with one hand and then holding my arm and putting me in the kitchen without saying anything. He closed the windows, the doors, checked the whole house. When she was sure everything was closed, she sat me in a dining room chair and my friend. My grandmother also told us to tell her what had happened, because something very dark was following us bring such an unpleasant smell and that was only evil. Without omitting any details, I told my grandmother everything. I expected a complaint from him or a scolding, but I didn' t. My grandmother behaved well as she was very much a believer that it was the time of the devil.

17:18 He was scared, too. He went into his room and pulled out a bottle of holy water, which also had several blessed Christs. He gave one to me and one to my friend. He asked me to go for the blessed bouquet he bought me and took his. He put them in a pot and started burning them as they became ashes. She was praying the holy Rosary, when the palms were completely burned, she collected the ashes in a small jar and divided it into three parts. She gave one to me, one to Marta, and the other to her. He told us that it was ideal for a priest to come and help us to Paco' s house to help my friend Gloria. But that day, especially, the priests were busy.

18:07 I wouldn' t bother any of them. He grabbed his rosary along with the blessed palm ash and we went to Paco' s house. As we approach the house. My grandmother squeezed the beads of her rosary harder. All he saw was that he moved his lips and kept praying non- stop. When we arrived at the house, both Marta and I did not want to enter. We stood in the garage of the house, but my grandmother, very brave, stepped forward and opened the door immediately covered her nose with her hand. The tufo was getting worse and worse. We went in behind her. My grandmother was our shield. We could see Gloria' s body in the living room I was afraid, a great fear. I was afraid she wasn' t alive anymore. My midway grandmother put her hand on her neck. He turned us around to see us nodding. I felt the soul returning to my body. Gloria seemed only fainted, but her face was pale without color. My grandmother did what she did was put Gloria on a cross with the palm ash. He put it on his chest and on each of the wrists of his hand. I don' t know if it was a coincidence, but I don' t think it was because Gloria got her breath back She woke up very scared and turned around. Between Marta and me, we helped her get up. We held her between our shoulders and walked carefully.

19:38 We were just on our way out. When we hear a very loud noise in the upper part of the house. It was like someone was really upset. We got out as fast as we could, but my grandmother stayed behind. When I saw her I returned for her again I began to hear the sound of a caboose gallop. The door of the entrance opened wide and a gust of iced air enveloped us I feared the worst, but my grandmother kept praying at all times. When the wind stopped, I was tightly embraced by her. I saw Gloria and Marta with the fear reflected on her face.

20:19 We left the Paco house without turning back, but there was something bothering me. I had a feeling someone was coming after us. Every moment I turned back, but my grandmother asked me not to. He was right behind us. My grandmother was right. We felt again when that gust of cold wind passed us through in its path. Screams, laments, disturbing voices were heard. When we arrived at my grandmother' s house, we laid Gloria down on the couch in the living room. She looked emaciated, absent disoriented.

21:00 He didn' t seem to remember what happened. For her part, Martha trembled with fear at that time, remembering the game of the Red Book and crying. I asked him to calm down because he couldn' t understand what he was saying. Marta told me that she had to go see her family and she left My grandmother was still assisting Gloria, who slowly began to feel. It' s better when my friend got startled. He said he saw it. He could see the devil' s face was dark- eyed, black- eyed. Gloria wanted to keep talking, but she opened her eyes too wide and stared at the wall. My grandmother and I turned around without seeing anything, but we did perceive someone' s presence, because the atmosphere began to get cold. My grandmother, with her great faith, kept praying and putting holy water throughout the room. The temperature. It gradually became normalized. Gloria couldn' t handle it. She began to cry as her whole body shivered, but my grandmother, confidently, told her not to worry.

22:10 That day. The demon would be loose, but soon he would return to the place he belonged to, although we had to keep praying all the time. He went to his room and took out an image of Saint Benedict. In turn he gave a rosary to each of us saying that they were blessed and that before the power of prayer the devil was moving away. I took the rosary. I didn' t even remember the prayers anymore. My grandmother started first, my friend and I started later. That' s how we were for an hour, but we were already tired. I told my grandmother I wanted to go to rest. Gloria also said the same thing. My grandmother approached us. He told us the demon was still loose that night.

22:56 It was necessary to be in constant prayer. If we couldn' t do it, she would, but we had to stay close. It was the only way he had to protect us in another way. I couldn' t make sure of anything. Without much thought. Gloria phoned her parents. He asked them permission to sleep with me. They were a little strange, but they agreed. That night we stayed at my grandmother' s for a while. He woke up and listened to his prayers. I could see the power of his beliefs and the great fervor he professed. I got up to thank you for everything I did. For us who by our imprudence and immaturity open for such. It was the first time I believed in everything my grandmother had told me, because a few minutes later I heard as if many people were running in the street, there was also a loud murmur. I snuck out the window without getting to see anyone. My grandmother realized she was up and came up with me. He told me they were the demons who were loose, as well as the souls of his followers. Outside. A terrible noise was still being heard. It was scary to imagine that it was evil spirits around us. My grandmother told me that it was better for me to stay away from the window, because if any of them realized my presence, I could try to get into my body immediately I stopped seeing the street for

24:29 a while. I stayed praying with my grandmother until I got sleepy. I went to bed again, but before I went to bed, I hugged her for everything she was helping us. The next day, Gloria went home in the morning, my grandmother and I accompanied her. After leaving her with her family. My grandmother asked me to tell you what we had done. I gave him all the details. I told him Paco was a very strange boy. Yesterday I realized that I knew very little about him and his family, although I could never see anyone of them. We went back to see the house. Being in front of the house, it gave me the look of being abandoned. My grandmother thought the same thing. I tried to get in, but she wouldn' t let me. He told me the place was full of evil energies. The best thing was to get away right away.

25:22 From there, next to my grandmother I felt safe and protected. I asked her to stay with her all day. He opened the palm of my hand and put the rosary on it telling me not to separate from it. He was my protector. Just like prayer. My grandmother was going to tell me to stay away from Paco, but before I finished I told her that I was convinced I wasn' t standing next to that boy who had evil in his body. My grandmother interrupted me to tell me that the first time she saw him, she noticed a dark shadow that followed him all the time. That' s why he told me that time to stay away from him or that boy brings evil into him or is about to allow him in. The best thing was not to make any contact with him at school. When I saw Paco again, I didn' t come near him anymore. I just greeted him from a distance. My grandmother said we were very lucky that a demon didn' t hurt us. Both Marta and Gloria were fine. After leaving school, we passed by Paco' s house curiously. All three of us agreed that the house seemed abandoned, was in total neglect. Perhaps it wasn' t even Paco' s real home, although we were also afraid that if it was his home and he would have hurt his parents because inside there was a smell of rot, we moved away from the place with the

26:53 idea of never coming back to the next time Paco changed school and we never heard from him again. It was a great respite for all three of us because of the experience I experienced I could realize that it was true what my grandmother said on Holy Friday. It was dangerous, because at three o' clock in the afternoon the glory is closed and the devil is loose. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas