Mi Abuela Usaba Los Huesos De Su Madre Para Brujería Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My grandmother was a horrible woman. Since I have used reason and memories of my childhood, I have always remembered my grandmother as a cruel woman and one of the main reasons that affirm it is that it has always been known that she has made use of black magic, and not to help, but rather for her own benefit and harm others. It was never in his interest to live, of his dark knowledge. Most of all, he always used them to hurt those who were in his way, whoever he was neighbors, friends, and even his own family. For the family, she stopped being the grandmother and became the monster we met today and because of what happened to her recently, it' s easier to talk about her without fear of being punished.

0:56 You could say it all started decades ago. When I was late grandparents came to live from Colombia to Mexico in search of a better quality of life. They had been run because of several national conflicts over the lands and, instead of staying to fight for their lands, as many did, they took the escape route to another country, which for several months had to find where to live until they reached Mexico. In her blood witchcraft was already running, and my great- great- grandmother was a witch known to read the bones. My great- great- grandfather, who, unlike his wife, was an ordinary person, was more concerned about getting a place to live with his two children and always bringing some money. After eight months of walking from one side to the other, they arrived in Chiapas, where they met an old lady who took pity on them and gave them a small home. My great - great- great- grandfather found work immediately, which gave them enough sustenance to bring food to the family, while my great- great- grandmother had little time to make herself known as the village witch. She gained fame for her bone reading and black witchcraft. He came to perform clean dark and special prepared works, but particularly he had an incredible ability with the bones. The rules were simple. She could read the future and ask for advice from dark

2:28 beings through the bones she had kept. A client arrived and when she asked for a favor or advice, the great- grandmother threw her bones on a black carpet and, according to their position, she interpreted the answer, which was always accurate. All this, great- great- grandmother was standing in front of her children. They were always witnesses of the occult that his mother performed. It was in this way that, over the years, the knowledge of great- grandmother was transferred to them who developed these skills. This is where the road was divided into two. My grandfather uncle decided to choose to follow in his father' s footsteps, forgetting the black magic that ran in the family' s blood. He looked for a job, found a partner and made a family and, as soon as he could live elsewhere and no one saw him again, let alone heard from him. Unlike her sister, whom she is my grandmother today, she kept all the knowledge inherited from her mother and, instead of using all this black magic as a means of living, she decided to use it for her own benefit. One of the first manifestations of my grandmother' s power was against a young man who was quite attractive. Many women liked him as much as my grandmother, but he was in love with someone else. My grandmother, who was not in the interest of the young man, did a special job for him, created a homemade

4:01 fetish, used a potato covered in honey and mud which wrapped in a black cloth and with the use of pins, stuck them in the potato, which ended up buried in the courtyard of her house on a full moon night. As the days passed, the young man woke up dead in the middle of the road with a swollen face. It was said that it was the bees that had bitten him, causing a terrible allergy, or at least, that was the version that was circulating. The reality was different. My grandmother, with the use of the fetish, caused the bees to approach the young man and not let him rest until he was left without life. It was in that way that rumor began to circulate in the village about my grandmother' s powers. People knew that my great grandmother was a bearer of black magic, but they did not know the magnitude of the strength and power her daughter had and how she used it In the end no one dared to judge my grandmother for that crime against the young man, because they were not encouraged to do so. Grandma was very stubborn about the black magic her mother used. He always asked for the bones he used for his mother' s work. They were denied all along, for my great- great- grandmother was aware of the enormous power her daughter contained. He swore he' d never give them to you. But the time passed and the day my great- great- grandmother was on her deathbed, she asked her daughter to promise her not to

5:33 use black magic for her own benefit and not to use it to harm others. But she, as long as she didn' t upset her, lied to her that she would. Minutes later, the great- great- grandmother passed away, which my grandmother did later with her mother' s body. She has no forgiveness from God rather than burying her or incinerating her, as suggested by the priest of the Community, she indicated that she should be buried without a box in the courtyard of her house. After a year, Grandma extracted what was left of her mother. Pure bones. He performed a ritual so that he could use them as a means of using their black magic and be able to use them today. In that house it is said that in the courtyard, in the middle of the night you hear the lament of an old woman and who comes to investigate you can run into a woman with translucent body in the middle of the courtyard, just over the place where you buried half- grandmother. My grandmother acquired the fame of the witch of the village and at the same time the nickname of the new Great Witch. There were always people asking for their services and she always refused to give them to them.

6:47 There were important people, including government and powerful people, asking for favors, but she always refused. He was offered numerous amounts of money and when this happened, he was threatened with death, even with a gun in his hand pointing at his head. Those who thought of carrying out these acts of threat always disappeared the next day and no one knew about them anymore and remained in oblivion at night. In the sky appeared a ball of fire circulating throughout the town. The terrified people were hiding in their homes, for they feared for their good people who did not hide, disappeared and did not appear again or, namely, of them. The fireball always faded into the darkest of the woods. No doubt, people started accusing my grandmother. It was when she began to retaliate against the people through her black magic. It caused the people' s water to change its flavor. If you took it, you wouldn' t quench your thirst It wasn' t long before the village was abandoned as a result of Grandma. Being alone, my grandmother decided to move to another place further north, where she and her black magic had not yet been heard. In this way he arrived in the town of San Cristóbal, a place where his life would change. Even though my grandmother was a bad person. There was someone she fell in love with in San Cristóbal, who,

8:18 luckily, her love was reciprocated or at least that was told. He was a young man named Francis, with whom he joined by free union a few months after he had met. It was since then that they formed a family. They had two children, of which the eldest daughter is my mother. My grandmother tried to stay anonymous for a while if there were people who still recognized her and kept away from her. One afternoon, a man went looking for my grandmother to ask for a job against someone in the government. My mother tells me that when she saw the guy, it caught her eye. One of his teeth shone like the same gold my grandmother. Like he always refused to do you a favor. The man didn' t say anything.

9:07 He just turned around and retired from the house. A couple of days later, in the morning he was found. My grandfather appeared dead hanging from a tree. For my grandmother it was the worst thing that could have happened to her. They had killed her husband and left her alone with her two children. She was bewildered because, even though she always consulted her mother' s bones to know her future, she was never warned of this event. My grandmother was furious again. He used the bones he took from his mother ' s grave to tell her who it was and how it had happened. He performed the ritual, took the bones from his right hand and threw them into the black carpet where he did his readings. My grandmother quickly interpreted the result. The bones indicate to him that he had been a person with a gold tooth whom he quickly remembered as the subject who had denied his services.

10:07 A few days ago, she was willing to take revenge on that person. Grandma wasn' t a person asking others for help. She decided to take control of this problem by her own hand. It was in that way that my grandmother began to dig into every canteen she found. For some reason, the bones hadn' t told him exactly where he was. It was just an approximate. She kept in mind the person who had asked her for help. He didn' t want to be forgotten what he looked like until he found him in the village' s last canteen. He was a guy named Adrian, famous for getting into trouble, because of money and seeing the government for so many loans he applied for. My grandmother waited until the guy came out of the canteen and she came up just to whisper something in her ear.

11:01 Grandpa' s funeral was attended by his family, close friends and friends. My grandmother didn' t invite anyone close to her. The only thing he had in his family back then was Grandpa and his two daughters. This did not stop Grandma from making a good hostess and serving dinner to all those who went to show their condolences. He prepared a pork stew, one of the best people ate in his life. There were even those who repeated dish, but curiously, my grandmother did not let her children taste a single bite. As much as they asked. She told them it wasn' t for them. The whole stew was finished to the last drop and in the last dish is where one of grandfather' s friends met with what seemed to be a gold tooth. From that night forward, Grandma would change forever in San Cristóbal. Drián was never seen again, either in the canteen or in the surrounding area. It was as if the earth had swallowed it up or, rather, the people themselves. My grandmother always denied that she knew him and claimed that someone else had done him a job. Obviously, she was lying.

12:20 Grandma left town with her two children almost immediately. He didn' t tell anyone where he was going to go or what road he would take. He just disappeared in the town of San Cristóbal. A curse remained and for more than twenty years not a single drop of rain. He fell slowly into a forgotten village. Actually, my grandmother and her children wandered for a while, but they managed to find a home in the city of Toluca, a place where the bones had sent her to start her life again. There he met another man who offered him a home and food. He ended up in love with her and together they formed a small family with the two children.

13:05 For a while, things were going well, or at least it seemed that the dark times when my grandmother used black magic were already gone. But everything changed when an old inhabitant of the village from which she had fled recognized her. In the municipal market. My grandmother met my mother shopping for food, when suddenly a guy pointed out her terrified. When she saw her, she started screaming at her witch in front of everyone. This drew people' s attention. The guy kept repeating to her that she was a killer witch. He shouted several times to the police to stop her, but this didn' t seem to matter to Grandma. She kept quiet at all times and doing her shopping. So, once he finished buying what he wanted, he approached the guy. She took the subject' s hand pretending to want to seduce him and the man suddenly remained silent could not mention any words. No matter how hard he tried. My grandmother suddenly bit the lord' s hand.

14:13 The man tried to scream, but the voice didn' t come out. She shook her hand hard from my grandmother' s hands until she managed to get it off her. The subject' s hand was left with his teeth marked. She warned him that if he saw her again or if he talked about her with someone else or even said his name, some stranger or acquaintance his hand, he would rot. Suddenly the subject was able to speak his voice back, insulted him again and went to accuse her with the authorities for the assault. My mother says the next few days they went to the market. People were walking away from Grandma. During those days they met again with the subject and he already had a rotten arm. It was full of larvae.

14:58 As the days passed, the man appeared dead on the sidewalk in front of the municipal market. The terror and darkness emanating from my grandmother seemed to affect those close to her. Grandma seemed unstoppable. If someone harmed him, he had a unique ability to inflict harm, suffering, and destruction. And the bad thing about all this is that his power grew over time. For a long time, she thought this darkness would never reach her family. The fate that awaited us already had us trapped. For a long time. My mother grew up and met my father. Today, she was tired of everything she had lived next to Grandma, so she looked for the fastest way to get away from there. He ended up hanging out with my father and they moved in together. This didn' t seem like it to Grandma, so she always had my mother threatened in case someone came and found out about the use of black magic in the family. My mother endured this warning for years and told no one the terrible secret. I was born in' 80.

16:11 At that time, Grandma could barely walk and she couldn' t leave the house so easily. When he found out about my existence, he wanted to see me. My mother thought about it a lot, but at the end of the day, she introduced me to her condition was that I would never let her carry me in my arms or take care of me. She preferred to keep our relationship with Grandma at bay. Years passed. Grandma got older and little was known about her. That' s when my mother had the courage to tell me what I just told you. I was old enough to understand things and make decisions. She trusted me with the stories she lived with Grandma. I realized the horror my grandmother came to cause or at least what they got me to say. Then Grandma became seriously ill inevitably. We had to go visit her. My mother asked me to keep my mouth shut at all times and not look her in the eye. He told me to always keep my eyes on the floor for someone my age was creepy. I was afraid for my life. After hearing all the evils my grandmother had done, but the most important rule was that she didn' t mention anything my mother had told me. Upon arriving at the house, I realized that the atmosphere was totally different from that felt in other places. It was heavy and full of moisture. On the bed was my grandmother, who wept in pain.

17:47 Realizing that her daughter had visited her, she asked her to talk to her. I listened to my mother keep her eyes on the floor. All I did was listen My grandmother appears to be bearing the blame for so many evils that someone had apparently finally done justice and my grandmother' s life was in danger. Everything indicated that there was nothing else to do. He asked my mother a favor, begged her to pass on her power, but my mother refused. In the face of such a situation, she had no intention of handling black magic, let alone putting us at risk. Grandma had a black briefcase on the side of her pillow and brought it up to her lap and pulled the skull out of my great- great- grandmother. Then he pulled some bones out of what I think were from his hand or foot was all he had left after so many years. She asked my mother to take them, but she refused. Again. My mother didn' t want anything to do with black magic or anything. Esoteric, but my grandmother started crying, telling her I snore would die. But noting that this did not convince my mother, Grandma behaved grotesquely, grunting and spitting. She seemed to be someone else as if an evil being had come into her and threatened her by telling

19:17 her that if she ignored her, her children would pay the consequences. Still, my mother stood firm in her decision. She said good- bye to her mother forever and asked me to say good- bye to Grandma. That ' s what I did. We got out of the room. They only sounded like Grandma' s screams and grunts moved away as she did. We were running out of the house. After that, my mother told me more horrible things that my grandmother had done in case I had any doubts about the person she was and because it was necessary to end that cycle of evil. That' s how my mother asked me to please forget that my grandmother had existed or that at least I didn' t talk about her with someone.

20:03 We buried Grandma along with her mother' s skull, we couldn' t get her to let him go. It looked like he' d held on to the bones and skull. That was the last good- bye I gave Grandma. Written and adapted by the language of the sorcerer