Mi Hermana Reemplazó A Su Hijo Por Un Muñeco Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I' ll bring him back. On one occasion I received an invitation from one of my best friends in high school, who was getting married and inviting me to her wedding. Basically, it was three days on the beach, all paid, so I couldn' t resist I talked to my sister and told her it wouldn' t be possible for me to take care of her children for those days. She told me she was fine and wished me a good trip. I packed my things and left I remember well that my nephews were sad because I was leaving and they wouldn' t see me in two days, but I tried to reassure them. The most afflicted was mateo and I promised him that I would try to bring him some souvenirs from the beach.

0:50 This made him happy and at least he stopped crying. Me. I had a great time at the wedding, but while I was on the bus back I got a call from my sister. At first, the signal was so bad that I tried to answer it. This one was cut to the point of answering. I tried calling her again, but the signal at the time was very bad. I think it was about an hour before I got another call from her again. At this point, I was already feeling a little uneasy. It was as if something within me told me that that call was very important and that it wasn' t good news, but I wasn ' t ready for the bomb they dropped on me. She was already crying and in her cry she managed to tell me that he was dead. At that moment everything became very blurry for me. Even though he was trying to give me a little more details, I couldn' t hear anything. When I got off the bus and went to my sister' s house, I could understand the situation a little better. Apparently, my sister had resorted to paying other people to take care of my nephews and she had taken them to the park, but she was not paying attention to them. Mateo fell into the lake of the park. Needless to say, the whole family was devastated.

2:15 I blamed myself internally for this, as I felt that if it hadn ' t been for me and if I had decided to stay, then maybe Matthew would still be with us. I went back to my house and my sister and I stopped talking for about two months. This feeling of guilt that I had reached the point that I felt that the reason my sister didn' t talk to me was because she also knew what my fault was and now she hated me. Not only had I lost my nephew, but also my sister. That' s why my surprise was great. When one morning I woke up and looked at my phone, it was ringing it was my sister.

3:00 I answered her and she told me that it had been a long time and that she had to go back to her work and asked me to take care of her children, since she did not trust anyone else to be with them. This hurt very much, as I felt that I had been wrong to speak and that, for obvious reasons, I was only referring to my niece. But at the time I didn' t have the strength to correct it and I replied that it was okay, as I really wanted to see my niece. After that we hung up and I joined up and went out there. As soon as I got home, I realized my sister was fine.

3:42 I mean, she looked happy almost like nothing happened. I understand there are different ways to deal with grief, but I don' t know. I guess at the time I was so devastated that that attitude she had even seemed a little annoying and out of place. My sister was ready to go to work and only said goodbye to me just before she walked through the door. He told me again that I was taking care of my nephews. For a moment, I thought maybe my sister had gone into some sort of denial, something that is also very common in mourning. I didn' t say anything about it either. I just told her I was fine and then she went to my niece' s room to see what she was doing and I saw that this whole situation was affecting her a lot, too. She was pale, oblivious and seemed to have been crying in the last few hours.

4:41 I approached her, since we hadn' t been able to talk since the funeral day. I was about to try to tell him a few words of comfort, when suddenly I realized that the drawing I was making was weird, of course you couldn' t quite interpret it well. One person said taking something out of a dead body by size and because I had seen how I drew it before I could know what it was about killing. She understood that this was also a process through which children went through and that perhaps it was just a way for her to understand death. I didn' t tell him anything, I just caressed his hair and noticed that he was very tangled.

5:27 I asked him if he wanted me to brush it. She refused. I replied that this whole situation was very harsh for everyone. The following were the first words of comfort that came to mind and I told her to be calm, because I was sure that I killed was already in a better place. She looked at me for a moment and told me that her brother had not left, that he had returned last week. At that time I was very confused and I thought that, like my sister, she had entered into some sort of denial. I knew that wasn' t healthy, so trying to get her to understand that her brother was already gone and that there was no chance of her coming back. I tried to explain it calmly and with words that I felt she could understand. She listened carefully until I finished talking, and that' s when she told me he was coming back. And then he proceeded to tell me a very strange story. He told me that, after the funeral, his mom locked herself in his room for three days.

6:40 Then he went out and asked if he missed his brother. She said yes, and then her mom told her she would do everything in her power to bring him back. He also told me that, after he promised her that, his mom started dating almost every night. Usually, during the first few days, he came back very angry saying that all people were very incompetent, but suddenly he came to someone who could help them. She told me that this person went to her house and that she built a doll from her brother ' s stature and also said that she made it very similar to him alone and then put on her clothes. That' s how they got me to kill back at first. Of course I didn' t believe him. I understood that this was also very common in the children' s mourning process.

7:33 Inventing stories or scenarios of how they would like things to be was very normal. So, as soon as she said yes to me, I wanted to see it, I said yes, because I thought if she couldn' t prove her story, maybe she' d stop saying it even though she knew this was part of the kids' grief. At that time I was also going through my own grief and that she was saying those things. It hurt. She smiled from Oreja to Oreja and told me to go to her brother ' s room then, because there I got up and followed her. While she was turning the knob, I was about to tell her she was fine.

8:16 If it wasn' t there. When I suddenly saw him lying in bed was a doll the exact size he had killed at the time of his death. He was dressed in his favorite shirt. But the thing that disturbed me the most was that on the head of that doll I had hair stuck. It was a lot. I knew it couldn' t be any locks that my sister had kept for some reason. Besides that it was identical to the hair of mateo at that time I refused to recognize it. Obviously, I couldn' t believe how far my sister' s madness had gone. This was one step beyond any grieving process. Also, for obvious reasons, it was not healthy at all that he had made his daughter believe that that doll was his brother. My niece was the one who pulled me out of that trance where a thousand things were going through my head. At the same time, he told me that now that he was a doll, he usually preferred to sleep during the day and play at night, but that he was still himself, or at least that' s what his mother said. He also told me that he was very happy that I understood, as his mom didn' t want me to know. Because he said I wasn' t going to understand it, but he liked to see that he did understand it and that he could now take care of both of them. As before, I was so shocked at the time that the only thing I could think of

9:48 was to keep up with him and close the door of the room again. I wanted to tell her that that doll wasn' t her brother, but I couldn' t since I did tell her and I missed sister, who seemed to be too involved in this farce, she found out. Without a doubt, this would provoke a huge fight between us, which might well cause me to stay away from her and my niece just tried to forget that I was there. I thought maybe I could try to talk to my sister more calmly, maybe hear exactly why she had the doll After all, my niece was very small and might well be telling lies. Maybe there was a perfectly logical reason why he had that doll. There I could tell you that I wanted to come in to see your room for the last time and I saw the doll there I just spent the rest of the afternoon trying to distract my niece, playing board games so that the theme of her doll brother didn' t come out either. When it was eight I took her to her room to sleep and I went to the living room to watch TV, but I was still turning towards that real- sized doll that looked like my nephew and that was even lying on his bed. Little by little, my eyes began to feel heavier and heavier. I fell asleep. I think I was already

11:18 starting to get into deep sleep when suddenly I started to feel a little hand caressing my cheek. This accompanied by one and the other laughs and also some words, there was no doubt, at least for me, that it was Matthew’ s voice. But the more I regained consciousness, the more I realized that it was not a dream, but reality. It was already dark and the TV was off. I couldn' t see well, but there was someone in front of me at first, being in a small state of drowsiness. The idea of Mateo being there didn' t seem crazy at all. I or I picked them up from the couch and almost at the same time I saw someone running down the hall towards the rooms. I turned on the TV and the light again, but I couldn' t see anyone.

12:13 At first I got scared, but soon after I thought it might be Mariela. After all, she was the one who told me the whole story about the doll and how my nephew was back. I thought maybe it could be a joke of very bad taste, of course it was a girl. Probably didn' t measure the consequences or impact of his actions yet. I didn ' t think of that at the time. Quite the opposite. I got upset, so I started walking into his room to tell him not to do that again, or I would tell his mother, But when I opened the door, I realized that I was deep asleep first I thought I was faking it, but after waking up and seeing that, indeed, his eyes were somewhat disoriented to wake up so suddenly, I just made up something and told him to go back to sleep. I went back to the living room.

13:11 I was thinking about what all that stuff I had just lived on might have been. But after a while, I came to the conclusion that it might well be a strange dream. After all, I had been dreaming about my nephew in the last month and perhaps this had already taken a toll on my mental health and felt it to be real. I just turned up the TV volume and put on a movie. On this occasion I could no longer sleep, as the pure idea gave me chills. I was watching the movie when I suddenly started listening to a couple of steps that seemed to come from the hallway. At first I thought it was Mariela who wanted to go to the bathroom or that she had had some nightmare and she had gone looking for me.

14:01 I didn' t just turn around watching TV waiting for her to get close, but that didn' t happen. It was weird. I listened to the steps getting closer and you could also feel the presence of someone else and suddenly all that stopped. No steps, no presence. It was all like she was totally alone. I even turned around to check it out and there was no one. I called my niece' s name to come out if she was hiding, but she wasn' t. At the time I felt like I was going crazy. I couldn' t get to the idea that something unexplainable or paranormal was happening to me. I was always someone who didn' t believe in that kind of thing. I just thought I was so upset by the duel I was going through as much as by the creepy doll in my nephew' s bed and the story Mariela had told me.

14:56 I felt like I just had to hold on a little longer until my sister arrived and then go home to rest. I set out to watch a movie, but as I tried, I could hear strange little noises that weren' t typical of the house and didn' t seem to come from outside either. It was very clear that they were inside the house. I wanted to give you an explanation saying that maybe there was a rat in the kitchen and I' d let my sister know as soon as I got there. Then, I saw clearly as a small silhouette of my nephew' s stature, took my purse and scattered all things across the floor, then ran into the hallway of the rooms and I could see exactly what got into the room that had belonged to Matthew. I turned on the light and saw all my stuff lying down, but at the time that didn' t matter to me.

15:50 I started walking towards Mateo' s room very slowly, as a part of me wanted to find Mariela inside and know that she was playing a joke on me. The other side was also a little scared, because she well knew Mariela was taller than her brother was about to turn the knob. When I suddenly heard my sister' s voice wondering what she was doing, I turned scared and babbled. For a moment, she asked me again, but I didn' t know what to say. I just pointed at the door. When I finally had enough strength to talk, I said Mariela had thrown my stuff away and then got into the math room. At that time the explanation in my head sounded so real that to me it was a fact. I was about to turn the knob again and expose it. When my sister told me not to, she would talk to Mariela so she would never do it again. Then he told me that I could leave and thanked me for taking care of his children. I was very confused, because I had never felt this hostility and the urgency of leaving my sister' s house seriously, it seemed like I was hiding something and unable to explain everything that had been happening to me. I just walked back into the living room, picked up all my stuff and left. It' s been days when I didn' t

17:21 hear from my niece or my sister. I, too, was focused on my things, but I couldn' t be completely calm. I had a nightmare about that doll and wondered if my sister and niece were okay, both physically and mentally. I even thought of the idea of staying with my niece for a while, if my sister allowed him to help while solving her problems. I almost immediately discarded the idea, because I knew my sister would never allow it. Needless to say, I felt a great relief. When my sister called me, I answered and she asked me again if I could go take care of her children. I said yes and when I arrived I noticed that she was a little more serious while my niece was in the drawing room.

18:08 This was weird, because my niece generally preferred to be in her room. I still didn' t give much importance to that. When she left I approached my niece and asked her if she wanted to play cards with me. She refused and looked very fearful. She seemed to be getting sick, as her skin was very pale. I asked her if everything was okay and she kept quiet so she could gain confidence with me. I told her that she could tell me what she wanted and that she promised not only not to say anything to her mother, but that she would also see the possibility of helping her with a trembling voice. He told me that mateo was behaving very strangely. I asked him what he meant and he told me he seemed angry too. Or she told me that she had told her mom that she had told me about the story of the Witch and the doll and that now her mom was also mad at her because she said I couldn' t understand it.

19:12 I had told her that if I asked her again about the doll, I had to deny everything and say that it was a lie, that she had invented it and that she had also made the doll to deceive me, but she didn' t want to lie to me. She also told me that she was very afraid of the doll and that she wanted to get rid of it, but her mom wouldn' t leave it because she said she wasn' t going to kill her son. Again, he felt that he was not his brother because he said horrible things. I told her how she and her mother and even me were going to die. She also told me she didn' t want to be alone with that doll anymore. I tried to comfort her and told her there was no problem, that I wouldn' t leave her alone. He even mentioned that he would try to talk to his mom and maybe we could remember to go live with me for a couple of days, at least while he was fixing everything. She was very happy about it, all day long we were together, but she was very quiet when bedtime came. She begged me to stay in her room all night with her. Seeing her so scared, I couldn' t say no. I promised her and she fell asleep about half an hour later, seriously, I wanted to go watch TV, but I knew I couldn' t leave her alone. At first I was trying to distract myself from falling asleep, but being there in that room wasn' t much to do to achieve my goals.

20:48 I couldn' t stand it anymore and fell asleep. I think I was just beginning to dream when something woke me up. I felt one of the strands of my hair hit hard. I immediately opened my eyes and it was incredible, but it seemed that on one side I had mateo not a doll. He was standing just like he looked the last time I saw him. He was smiling at me He could see it thanks to the light at night that my niece had on her side of the bed. It didn' t light much, but it did light enough for me to see that it looked flesh and blood. At first I thought I was dreaming, but I soon realized it wasn' t like that. I couldn' t believe it.

21:32 Words couldn' t get out of my mouth. Part of me knew I should be scared, but I never imagined I could see him again. Mateo spoke. I don' t remember exactly what he said. I told him he wasn' t a mateo, he erased his smile and I still didn' t know where he was getting the courage. I turned on the light, as the switch was right next to the bed, but as for the room, it was completely illuminated I could see as a child of flesh and blood. Now that I saw him, he was nothing but a doll. He didn' t stand up. It was as if the light made him again a simple rag doll and fell to the floor completely motionless. I don' t know when my niece woke up. I guess it was because of the light I lit, but what got me out of the impression of seeing that was that my niece started screaming horrified by the fact that that doll was in her room. He asked me, please, to take him out and that I didn' t want to see him please take him to me and that he was bad. I was about to touch it when my sister, who had just arrived, ran down the hall to stop me. He asked me what was happening and what was doing to his son, not knowing exactly how I told him that thing was standing in front of me and that when I turned on the light he just threw himself on the floor. She

23:03 almost discovered herself, asked me to please leave her house and that she no longer needed me to take care of her children anymore. But feeling a little responsible for my niece' s safety and well- being, I told her that I couldn' t be doing that, that I didn' t know what was going on, but that my niece was terrified and that she didn ' t deserve any of that. I asked her to reconsider, that this was just a rag doll and in no way could she be killed she bothered and basically pulled me out of her house. I was playing for a long time, but they didn' t open me anymore, so I had no choice but to go back to my house that day. I first thought that perhaps it would be best to file a lawsuit to try to get custody of my niece, claiming that she was not well mentally and that perhaps she was with a child protection visit so that they would realize that both the girl and my sister were not in the best condition. But I couldn' t do that to my sister, because I knew that if I took her only daughter, I probably wouldn' t resist it. I was very nervous lying in my bed thinking what would be the best decision I had to make. When all of a sudden I started to hear something. At first I thought it was an outside sound, but then, when it was heard more clearly,

24:34 the cries of a child were heard very real. I got up and walked into the room where the sound seemed to come from, but I didn' t see anything. I was about to go back to my room when I suddenly heard his voice. I think that sound stayed in the house for about five minutes without stopping and then stopped. It didn' t matter if I tried to interact with him otherwise or find him. All I could hear was his voice. The next morning, after some research, I went to a lady who said she was doing white magic. I told him everything I' d ever lived. She told me that what was in my sister' s house was not math, but that my sister believed it that way. The reality was that she was only fooled. He even described me to the person who had probably given him the doll promising that his son would come back because of him. But that woman told me that not only was it not him, but that she could feel that the true soul of mateo was trapped, because that thing needed him close to be able to imitate his voice and take on his appearance. He told me he was forcing him to stay on this plane. At the time, he scared the shit out of me. She also told me that, luckily, that soul hadn' t been staying at my sister' s house for long. It was very simple. All I

26:04 had to do was destroy the doll by burning it with some special herbs she would give me. I accepted and then waited until the hour I knew my sister was going to work, I went to her house and opened up one of her neighbors who looked after my niece for my luck, she didn' t know about our lawsuit. He let me in when I told him I forgot my purse the last day I had been there. The first thing I did was enter the room and I saw him lying in bed. I just took it and took it. All of this wasn' t hard what I was and I didn' t feel like anything had happened, I mean, there was no smoke or things moving or something trying to stop me. It burned very easily that same day. I had several calls from my sister, but I didn' t answer any. He came to my house and he was or was knocking for a long time, but I didn' t open the door for him either. Then he sent me a very long message telling me that he had killed his son and that he would never forgive me.

27:08 So, to make sure I went to that woman who was doing white witchcraft and asked her if it had worked or if she could do anything else, but she told me that everything was all right, only that I still felt that my nephew' s soul was following me everywhere. We had to make several prayers for his soul so that in this way he could rest in peace. And I' ve been praying for his soul for about a month. Integer made me clean with that woman, hoping that that horrible stage of my life would remain in oblivion forever. After that, she mentioned to me that I no longer felt that my nephew' s spirit was there and did one last thing. He told me that this last ritual served to protect my nephew ' s soul so that he could leave in peace and there was nothing that no sorcerer could do to try to bring him back. I tried to make peace with my sister. Soon after I learned that my nephew’ s soul had been able to rest in peace, I realized that they had moved.

28:18 It' s been about two years that I haven' t been able to engage in any kind of conversation, since I can' t find them alone. I hope, in the depths of my heart, that both my niece and my sister will be well. The only thing that comforts me is knowing that I kill today rests in peace of mind. I started a relationship I ' ve called the worst couple I' ve ever had. We left for about two months, before he asked me if he wanted to meet his family, flattered by the invitation, as he had known very few families of my partners and because he felt it was a big step in our relationship. I agreed upon arriving at his house, I realized that his family was a bit peculiar. I don' t mean they were strange people. On the contrary, they were quite hospitable, but very soon I learned that they did not have a common religion, at least not as I knew it. They followed the Yoruba religion, better known as Santeria. As the food progressed, I discovered that everyone was quite attached to it. The vast majority of family members, including both parents and three siblings, as well as my boyfriend. At that time they were santeros. Each said that he studied hard to break curses

29:51 and claimed to be children of different gods. I didn' t understand much at the time. I only found it very strange, but I used to respect most religions as long as they did not harm third parties. I was curious that my boyfriend hadn' t told me anything about it in the time we' d been dating. Nor is it as if he was ashamed, for even that very day he seemed to be very proud of his religion. He also acted as if I knew in advance. All this at first seemed a little strange to me, but I decided not to give it more importance, thinking it would not have a real impact on my life at that time.

30:36 After lunch we talked a little more about things that had nothing to do with their religion. Then my boyfriend took me home. I was glad to know a couple of days after his family had adored me, or at least that' s what he told me. I guess it was partly real, because after that we started going home every Sunday to eat and his whole family started joining me very soon. She was practically one of them. It was no surprise to anyone when in our first year of relationship, during a meal with his family, he asked me to marry him. Of course I accepted and we started preparations. The wedding wasn' t like I expected since I was a kid. I dreamed of a traditional wedding like the ones in the movies, in a white dress and an official church, with a father, but they convinced me otherwise, arguing that I didn' t have a religion as such and they did. Moreover, it would mean a lot to them to have a wedding according to their religion. I ended up agreeing. Don ' t get me wrong. It wasn' t a bad wedding, and there weren' t a lot of weird things to warn me to run out of there either. On the contrary, it was quite nice and more spiritual in style and it took me a bit to learn all the things they asked me for. In the end, I am pleased to see that not only my husband was happy, but also his family, with whom I was well.

32:05 I didn' t make a big fuss. That' s why the real hell broke loose a couple of weeks after the wedding. As I hunted us so fast, I probably skipped the stage of knowing the best and maybe spending some time together to see each other' s habits. Besides, he started getting a little violent. At first they were passive, aggressive comments, mumbles that were more insults, and then he went screaming or beating near me, to the wall or the table. About five months after the wedding, he was very committed to having a baby. The truth is that we hadn ' t had time to talk about the children' s issue and I personally didn' t want to. At first I refused, but he was very insistent on the issue of having a child, which caused great fights in our marriage. One day I found out it was in bars. It was not a complete surprise, as he was the only one taking care of himself whenever he tried to take birth control pills mysteriously, they disappeared or suffered an accident.

33:13 Preventing me from completing treatment. Despite my doubts, he was incredibly happy. He promised me he' d change and that we' d be nothing short of our son and me. Eventually I fell in love with the idea of being the mother of your child, but a violent person doesn' t change so easily. When our son was born, he realized that being a father implied much more than having a lovely child who only laughed and made funny faces. The responsibility and sleepless hours began to weigh him and his behavior became even more violent, both with me and with our son. It took me many years to realize that this life was not healthy. I wanted to quit, but I was afraid my son would grow up without his father. He physically and psychologically mistreated us both. The critical point came when my son was seven years old, after one of the many assaults I suffered, My son approached me and told me not to worry that when I was big I would defend myself. At that time I understood the kind of life I was modeling for my son, I gathered the courage to leave him. Once and for all, I packed our stuff and we left before he came home without telling him anything. Initially we moved to another city to prevent him from finding us, but somehow he tracked us down and tried to convince me that he would

34:45 change again by then he was no longer interested in his empty promises. I stood firm and when he became violent, again I called the police and a restraining order was issued. But, as is often the case in Mexico, these orders are not always carried out. Despite changing my city repeatedly, he always managed to find us. Finally, I got a job in the United States and I was able to take my son because he signed so that he could take my son already to start a new life. For about two months. Everything seemed to be going well in our new life in America, until my son started having nightmares. Suddenly he went to my room and told me there was a man under his bed. At first it didn' t take on any importance and only let him sleep with me to calm down, thinking that it was a phase and that he would soon overcome it. But this started to happen every night, no matter how many times I tried to reassure him or make him see that none of that could be real. He always told me there was a man under his bed. He even described it to me. He said his eyes were totally yellow, he had almost all his teeth missing, he seemed to have chains on his hands and he was almost bald. To me, it sounded like the classic ghost of horror movies.

36:15 I kept ignoring him, telling him that he was already too big for that and that I should stop being afraid of those things, but my son swore it was real. I couldn' t do much about it but keep leaving him, sleep with me and expect him to stop being afraid. About a month and a half had passed from this situation. When I met someone at work, he constantly invited me to dinner, but I usually rejected him, feeling that my destiny was to be single for the rest of my life. But the friends I had already started doing in this job encouraged me to accept that exit, as they told me that I was not obliged to anything and I could know him a little better, because he seemed to be a good subject. Mostly because of the pressure they gave me, I agreed to go out with him. My son had stayed in the care of one of my working friends. While we were going to the restaurant he had invited me to.

37:15 We were in the car talking about minor things. Suddenly, he flipped almost into a light pole when he asked what had happened. Instead of answering me, he was looking at the back seat, checking the gap between the seats. He was pale. I asked again what was going on and he told me he was going to think I was crazy, but he had seen someone sitting in the back seat. I asked him who he was and he described me exactly the same man my son claimed to see under his bed. We both remained silent, a silence that was interrupted by my phone, which rang by checking out the caller ID VI that was my friend who was taking care of. To my son I answered and I heard her very exalted.

38:07 On the verge of crying, she told me that someone had gone into the apartment where I lived with my son. Of course, it scared me a lot and I asked her if she and my son were okay. She replied yes, they were in the apartment right away, but the police were already on their way. So we were both scared. I asked that man to take me back to my apartment explaining, of course, what had happened. He agreed and took me. When we arrived, the police were already at the scene checking, but as much as they searched they couldn' t find anyone. We lived on a fifth floor like there was no proof that someone had come out through the cameras, out of the hall of the building.

38:55 It was impossible for anyone to be inside. What jumped me the most was my friend' s testimony. She, not knowing anything about what I had been living with my son, told the police that when he put my son to sleep, he told him that he did not want to go to sleep because there was a man under his bed. Thinking it was just a childish fantasy, he told her not to worry because there was nothing down there. But, as my son insisted on an attempt to prove that there was nothing there, he crouched down and in doing so saw exactly the same description that my son had given. It was the same description of the man my date had seen sitting in his rearview mirror. From that day on, things went from bad to worse in our home. The objects moved from place, even in front of our eyes. Suddenly, all the magnets in the refrigerator fell, the glasses of water flew off the table, the plates slipped on their own from the shelf and broke into the floor. But not only that.

40:05 That entity began to manifest not only under my son' s bed, but seemed to be anywhere in the house at any time of the day, not just at night. On one occasion, my son went down to play football with other children in the building and I took advantage of it to give me a long bath. I was in Latin and began to fall asleep when, suddenly, a few steps woke me up. At first I thought it was my son who had returned to the apartment and I had not heard him open the door, but soon after I began to hear laments. It was like a grown man walked in pain. The sound of chains crawling on the floor was also heard. That' s when I realized he couldn' t be my son. I left Latina and after dressing carefully, I went out into the hallway. What I saw left me freezing. The man who had so many times disturbed. My son' s dream was in front of me, I was at the bottom of the hall. He looked horrible, his body slightly deformed and bent, his clothes torn and he seemed to fall off at any moment had wounds all over his body and dragged chains. He almost had no teeth and his eyes shone with a yellow glow. I was scared, but the more I looked at him, the more I felt sadness than fear.

41:32 His gaze was not evil, rather it seemed that of someone who was suffering as if he no longer wanted to be on this plane. I was watching about thirty seconds before I threw one last scream, pitiful and disappearing as if I had never been there. I thought about all that during the day and in the end decided to seek help to try to get that spirit to rest in peace in case he was trapped in our apartment, where we lived. My son and I remember that day at work I approached the man I had tried to date and told him what I had seen. He believed me because he had also had a similar experience with me. That is why I had enough confidence to tell him, and he told me that his sister could meet someone who was engaged in spiritual cleansing. He offered me his help and told me he would ask that person' s contact number to give it to me. I accepted the help and he, thinking it was an opportunity to have another appointment, suggested we could have it. When it was done clean in my house, I was undecided to say yes or no. When a fan hung from the ceiling detached and fell on his head, there was no explanation, as that fan had never given any indication of being loose or having any problems. Until that day it was a perfectly functional fan. He left

43:06 work early that day, but later contacted me to give me the number of the person who could help us with spiritual cleansing without wasting time. I went with my son and we didn' t have to tell him anything. The specialist told us that we had a parasite spirit attached to us gave us a detailed description that left us both surprised. After a little clean for both of us, he explained that my suspicions that he was a spirit trapped in our apartment were not true. Rather, it was something that had come to us specifically something that someone had sent to make sure that we lived the life he wanted. I didn' t fully understand what he was saying and asked him for more details. The specialist explained that he was someone who had been very close to us for a long time, but from whom we had distanced ourselves.

44:05 This individual wanted to make sure to keep an eye on us, even if we were separated and that' s why they sent him in to intervene if we did something he didn' t like. He asked me if I had any idea who he might be and I immediately thought about my ex- husband telling him about the abuses he had suffered with him and the religion his family practiced. The specialist listened attentively and after asking me for my ex- husband' s name and date of birth he assured me that it had been he who, through a spell, had anchored that spirit to make sure it did. What he wanted. He went to our apartment and spent about an hour doing a clean in each of the rooms of the house, as well as placing some symbols on the windows. He explained to me that I should not remove them. For two weeks. After that, he gave us some intrigued protective bracelets. I asked her if that soul could rest in peace or if it had simply taken her away from us. He assured me not to worry, that the soul would be liberated. He also explained that it was my ex- husband who was supposed to be worried. I asked him why, and he told me that soul looked very upset with who had condemned her to do her dirty work. For him there was no doubt that he would try to avenge himself in any way. At the time, I didn'

45:36 t care what might happen to my ex- husband. I only cared that my son and I were fine about a month after all this happened and already being quieter, because all the paranormal activity in our department and in our lives in general had stopped completely. I got a piece of news My ex- husband had passed away. The person who told me mentioned that there was no clear reason. Even though she was young and in good health one day, she simply did not wake up. At that time I decided not to ask for more details, since in the background it already gave me an idea of what had been the reason for his death an outstanding debt. Since I' ve been using reason, I' ve had very bad luck. I know some people will say life isn' t about good luck or bad luck.

46:32 If there was an award for being the person with the most misfortunes, I probably wouldn' t win it, because I' ve never earned anything in my life. But my bad luck doesn' t end there. Accidents and blows happen to me so often that not only in the nearest hospital do they know me, but over time my tolerance for pain has become greater. When I was little from age five to age ten or eleven. I thought that was life for everyone and that my bad luck streak would end, but as I passed this age I realized that my bad luck went beyond that. Apparently, I have something attached to me that doesn' t just make my presence unwelcome. Despite being a physically graceful person usually, my energy is so negative that I put people in a bad mood just by being there, I don ' t even have to say anything so that people don' t just start hating me, but also start fighting each other. I would like to relate different situations that not only led me to discover that I have something attached to me, but also how I discovered more or less that it is. As I mentioned earlier, I began to suspect him around eleven or perhaps when he was about to turn twelve. Right now I can' t exactly remember it, but I began to realize that something was still growing up with it all

48:06 my life. I thought it was normal. I thought that' s how the steps should sound until one day, while I was sitting in a place with a lot of echo, I saw a girl pass that I liked very much. That' s when I realized his steps didn' t sound like mine. Mine were heavier and sometimes a small sound was heard that might well be a second step. Before that, I saw them as very normal. And after I realized that I began to notice it much more frequently. Every time I walked alone, especially at night, I could hear something behind me.

48:47 He usually walked at the same time as me, but from time to time he was delayed by one or two seconds. The worst part was that it seemed the more I realized this. The entity that followed me also realized that I knew it. Then I began to walk in an increasingly different way from mine, so that it was impossible not to realize that someone was following me back then I decided to tell my parents and I don' t blame them for their reaction. If I were a father and they told me something like that, I would also look for the most logical option. For obvious reasons, they decided to take me with a specialist to evaluate my situation at that time. I was still trying to understand what was happening to me.

49:38 I was very honest with the specialist. I told him not only that I felt that someone was following me all the time, but also other things that I was beginning to notice, among them that every time I gathered the courage to turn around and see. If anyone was watching me, I could notice that thing being anything. I saw him hiding behind posts, trash cans or alleyways. Of course, no one believed my story and after exams and consultations, I was recommended psychotic drugs, as it was believed that I could be developing schizophrenia, but I took them. This didn' t solve anything.

50:20 Both my bad luck streak and the feeling of having something stuck to me continued to affect me more and more. I felt increasingly desperate and isolated. I was always on the medication I was prescribed, but there was never any improvement. No psychiatrist had a clear answer about why the drugs didn' t work on me In the end, they came to the conclusion that I was lying. They recognized that he had psychotic delusions, they thought maybe he just wanted to get attention. They left me on an average dose of medication and sent me to therapy. I basically spent all my adolescence and part of my adulthood with that, honestly, believing that I could get better if I kept on taking medication and going to therapy. But over the years, the situation was only getting worse. I couldn' t ignore the fact that my presence seemed to bother everyone around me. Every attempt to get rid of this feeling seemed to strengthen it and make it more annoying to the point of not only being a factor that dictated my bad luck, but it seemed to provoke it directly.

51:31 A clear example of this is that, very often, as I walked along the sidewalk I suddenly felt someone pushing me. He usually managed to brake before falling completely off the bench. In time I learned to develop a kind of resistance. I could feel when that thing was close to me and I was preparing for the moment when I tried to hurt myself somehow and on many occasions managed to mitigate data. But the only person who decided to approach me didn' t have the same luck. This kid started talking to me in the senior year of college. This surprised me a lot, as, as I mentioned earlier, because of the energy that used to emanate, people didn ' t get too close to me and generally had problems of some kind.

52:22 But this guy I' m calling. Daniel not only started talking to me regularly, but also tried to become my friend. I think he was the first person to confirm everything I' ve reported before about my strange aura and how people seemed not to like him. All my therapists and psychiatrists told me that everything was in my head and that people had other impressions. It was impossible for a large group to feel a negative vibration. Daniel confirmed this in one of our first conversations, after inviting me to have a few beers. I replied that it seemed very strange to me that someone invited me, because no one had ever done it, and he told me it was because of my weirdness, but that was precisely what intrigued him about me, even once when he was drunk, he confessed to me that he had to make a great effort to ignore what he called my weirdness. He also explained to me that, when he was close to me for a long time, his mind was filled with dark thoughts such as his own death, that of his loved ones and other sad things that had happened to him. Despite this, he didn' t walk away and we became friends. We maintained our friendship until I was twenty- five years old, when I began to experience my own bad luck. It only happened when he was near me. Daniel started having accidents and getting bad news when we were less than a meter away on one

53:54 occasion as we walked down the sidewalk. I felt clearly that energy was very close to me. I prepared for the moment I tried to push myself, but, to my surprise, this time it didn' t affect me. Instead, my friend rolled off the sidewalk and was about to be hit by a car. When I helped him get up, he told me that I could call him madness, but that I had felt someone pushing him. He described feeling hands on his ribs just before he was pushed. Until that time I had not mentioned anything about the entity that I felt was chasing me since childhood. I had told him about my visits to psychiatrists, my medications and my feeling of bad luck, but I had never mentioned this presence. When I finally told him Daniel suggested that maybe I should look for another method if medicine had not helped me at all. He suggested that he might consider a clean or other approach. The truth is that the subject had interested me for many years, but for some reason, I had never encouraged myself to do so. I felt that if it didn' t work, I would feel like a real fool, but now that my only friend was recommending it to me, he made me finally decide not to lie. At first we went with a couple of people who said they weren' t what you could call

55:28 professionals. They charged us a lot of money for telling us things that were lying and that you could easily deduce that they were making up. After the second person we saw like this, I was so disappointed that I even told my friend that I didn' t want to try anymore. I was planning on continuing the plan to take pills until my depression was so severe that one day I decided to finish everything. But he didn' t give up and one day he told me that someone had told him about a man who was a real sorcerer and they said he could see things that others wouldn' t undo curses and make clean and that many people recommended. At first I showed resistance, but in the end I ended up convincing myself that it was the best idea. I was already quite skeptical at that point. Once we got there we realized that he didn' t have a fee as such. Basically, cooperation was voluntary, depending on how satisfied you were with the work he was doing. As soon as he walked through the door of his office, he stared at me, though he did not seem to be looking at me, but he did look at my direction. As soon as we were close enough, I asked him if he saw anything in me and he said not to ask questions about things I already knew, because I was too smart for

56:58 that. I kept quiet. He said he knew my real question was what it was. What haunted me very seriously and already believing what I was saying, I asked him if he knew what it was, but he only shook his head saying he could see it, but he wasn' t quite sure what it was. He seemed to have a very dark aura and also told me that he was very angry with me. He then asked if he had ever disrespected anyone or had stolen anything from a cemetery or tomb. I continued to refuse and he replied that I put my memory to work. I tried very hard to remember, but it was only things I had lived with since I had memory. I didn' t think I could have done something that bad. Being such a little boy, I let him know and he asked me to get up. He said he' d try to clean me up to at least take away all the energy denied of what I' d been infecting all the time since it hit me. But he assured me that it was too much negative energy to remove it at once. He first smeared some oils on my back and then cleaned me with pyrul branches, pulled an egg out of a blue box and started passing it all over my body. However, barely touching my neck, the egg exploded at first. I thought I

58:29 might have pushed too hard. I tried to sound nice and told him not to worry about it. Instead of a quick response, he looked me straight into my eyes. Even he seemed surprised by what had just happened. When I turned to the floor, I realized that the yolk was completely black, but the egg smelled nothing. He replied that it was not he who had to apologize and that, rather, he would make me pray to the God of my choice. He tried to get my information back. I guess a part of him didn' t think all that was happening to me without me having any intention of provoking him. However, I kept refusing to clarify that I always tried to follow the rules for that moment. He was aware that that thing had been attached to me for a long time, but I think at that point he felt that maybe it had been about three or at most five years. I doubted he thought I had it since I was a kid.

59:32 In the end, after trying to make it clean for a long time and see that nothing seemed to work, he told me that he wanted to try something else on the table and around her he started throwing what seemed to be grain salt and lime held me by the hands and began whispering some prayers, but I couldn' t understand what he was saying because it wasn' t in Spanish. Suddenly, the man seemed to enter a sort of trance. He squeezed my hands so hard that I felt like I was gonna break them. Her eyes went blank and she was trying to get her attention, telling her how much she was hurting me and pulling my hands to let go.

1:00:15 He didn' t seem to react, luckily, it only lasted about two or three minutes before he came to himself. He looked very agitated and tired. He couldn' t even talk to me as soon as he did. He was fully recovered. He told me what he had seen was a very powerful demon entity. I asked him if there was a way to try to take it off. After all, I hadn' t done anything, but he told me things couldn' t be that simple. Whoever threw it at me had a lot of hate for me and all you could do was try to put amulets and seals of protection on me. But that this would only work if I knew exactly who it was that had done it to me, because otherwise nothing I used or where I went would work. This happened five years ago and since then, what that man told me has been fulfilled.

1:01:10 Things have gotten stronger and stronger every day. I think I could end my life at any moment. Right now I think maybe it' s best to just wait for that thing to end with me once and for all. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández