Muñeca Poseída Por Dos Almas Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I was about to turn fifteen. It was tradition to choose a special person to give me a doll, which symbolically represented my last toy. I chose my friend Mariana to be the one to give me the doll. Upon arriving on the long awaited day, I was standing, along with my relatives at the main entrance of the church to enter Mass. I was looking for my friend among those present. I wanted to see my doll, but she didn ' t look anywhere. Before I entered the temple, I looked back for the last time to see if Mariana had arrived, but she was not there.

0:46 I resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn' t make it and I came to the idea that I wasn' t going to have that special doll. The moment we arrived at the casino, I saw Mariana standing waiting for me carrying a beautiful doll. He was big, wearing a dress identical to mine, with his hair long and straight. After the party, my friend stayed with me. There were times when I was going home too, so there was some sympathy from his family with mine. As soon as we got there, I took off my dress next to my bed. I had a desk with my music box that my parents gave me. It was a special box because it belonged to my grandmother Mother. Next to the bureau I put a rocking chair that also belonged to my grandmother Paterna. That' s where I put the doll. That would be her special place to have her very close as soon as I put the wrist on her chair, perhaps because of the impulse I made when I sat her down In that place, the rocking chair started to move very little. I sensed it, but I didn ' t give it enough attention. I thought I did it unintentionally. I even made the comment to my friend in the form of a joke that my wrist was also happy at home because it immediately began to rock. We both laughed and slept to rest The following days I continued with my daily life.

2:14 I went to high school and came back at noon. I was left alone in the afternoon because my parents worked all day. One of my brothers went to high school and the other to college. I had the afternoon for myself I had already gotten used to being alone for a space of four hours. On many occasions I went to my house Mariana we did the homework and ate together. The food my mom was making that afternoon was very rare, because we rushed to finish our schoolwork so we could see a horror movie right away. I started cooking popcorn in the microwave, we closed the curtains so the house would get a little darker. While we were eating popcorn, I heard a noise inside my room. I asked Mariana if she had heard it too.

3:05 She replied that she was not so distracted that she did not realize it without taking so much importance. We' re still watching the movie. Suddenly I heard a heavy object fell out of my room without saying anything. I went straight to see what was going on. There was a broken window glass. Someone from the outside blew a stone. I snuck into the window, but I couldn' t see anyone with trouble. I went back to the room, but it had not been more than fifteen minutes when again the same noise was heard. This time it was another stone. I quickly left the house. I could see two kids in front hiding behind a tree. I went straight with them. They tried to run, but I caught one of the shirt I told him I was going to pay for the two broken glasses between him and his friend. I wasn' t gonna see them doing pranks like that. I' ve never bothered them before. The boy without answering my question, pointed his finger at the window of my house, telling me that he was there again and that he threw the stone at him because he was very afraid I turned to see what he meant I made a distinction that someone was looking out of the window. I only distinguished a small head that was barely visible. I told the kid I had no right to throw stones at my house just because someone showed up. He insisted by telling me that what he saw was not a person, it was someone ugly who scared him.

4:39 I didn' t want to keep scolding him anymore. The little one didn' t seem to understand. I told him my mom was gonna talk to him. Mariana was at the front door trying to see what was going on. When I was with her, she asked me what had happened. Later, my friend went home when my parents and brothers were still not here. I started picking up the broken glass in my room. While I was doing it, I realized that my wrist was on the bed. I thought Mariana put it there when she was out with the kids. As soon as my mom arrived, I told her what the neighbor' s kids did. He went to talk to their mother. Upon his return, he told me that the children were still scared because, according to them, they had seen a small being looking out the window, she was a girl or a doll.

5:30 It was so weird that my mom told me that. I had no idea what I could do if even my friend and I were inside the room. I told my mom, but she thought we were trying to scare the kids. With my doll I went to sleep later. When I woke up, I realized it was already night. I went out to the living room, but everyone was already asleep. When I saw the time it was after midnight. I' ve been looking through the hole in my window. The sky was cloudy. You didn' t see the stars. It was a bit windy in the glass holes. He was threatening to rain all of a sudden. I started listening to the musical box, which sounded like his usual note. The box had opened itself. I couldn' t find an explanation for what was happening. I closed the music box and kept thinking about what was going on in my room. It was the children first. Now the box could no longer reflect, because I heard the grinding of the wood rocking machine. Slightly rocked, but he managed to distinguish his movement and his sound.

6:45 As I creaked the wood, I jumped out of bed and walked out of the room. It was an impulsive act because, as I was without shoes, I cut myself with some of the glasses that I did not pick up the piece of Crystal I was embedded in the sole of my foot. When I took the glass out, the blood didn' t stop. I had to get my mom up to help me stop the blood. My mom got up right away. He disinfected my wound, used bandages to stop the bleeding and then put on an already calmer patch. I could tell him something strange was going on in my room. The music box was on alone.

7:27 The rocking chair began to move. Besides, I had to believe that I didn' t scare those kids. She was more empathetic, too. She told me the next day she' d take care of checking my room. Maybe it was a misunderstanding about the kids and the music box. I probably had some explanation. It had to be taken into account that it was very old. Maybe what I needed was some repair. Similarly, I would clean my room better so that another accident would no longer happen to me. I could go quieter to rest everything my mother told me. I thought it was true. There was a justification for everything. I slept deeply without having a bad thought. One night while I was sleeping, the sound of lightning pulled me out of sleep fell so close that it made me wake up suddenly, I lay down. Trying to sleep again outside, it was heard raining with force the wind shook the top of the trees with intensity. It was one night with a very strong storm. Trying to regain my sleep, I was covered with my blanket, watching the rainwater hit the window glass hard. That night I had left the curtain open suddenly a lightning lit up for an instant my room was when I saw her doll turned her face towards me. I

8:58 doubted a little if nothing had ever really seen his head turn. I was attentive for a few minutes looking at her without taking off my sight immediately, I heard the rocking chair moved a little. It was a sound that I could barely hear, as the sound of the rain was opacing it was true. I could see the chair rocking. I got so scared that I left my room and stayed in the room wrapped in the blanket. It was three o' clock in the morning. I was sitting on the couch. I still had doubts about what I had seen. It couldn' t be true with care. I went to my room. I opened the door very carefully making as little noise as possible. From there I could see the wrist, but the rocking chair was no longer moving. I didn' t know what to do or think. I couldn' t believe the doll had life.

9:52 I decided to go back into my room. I lay down to the other side of the bed, where I could be as far away as possible. The rain was starting to calm down. I just heard the sound of the wind. Little by little I calmed down. He kept looking at the wrist. Any sign of movement was enough to leave immediately. I didn' t know when the dream beat me I woke up with the same position I slept in. A scare took me When I saw the doll beside me, His head was resting on my pillow. I jumped out of bed at the same time that I yelled scared at my mom. She came in right away.

10:33 I asked her if she had put the doll on my bed. I asked him twice insistently. My mom had no idea what I was talking about. She looked at me strangely telling me she hadn' t come into my room. My screams made her go and see what was happening right away. One of my brothers came in asking what was going on. My brother in a mockery told me I was old enough to be scared by a toy. The best thing was for me to get her out of my room and get her settled. My brother made the comment in the form of a joke and I didn' t get a bad idea. I grabbed her and put her in the living room. I asked my mom if I didn' t mind getting her out of my room and leaving her on the couch. She told me there was no problem. I felt it wasn' t enough. I was scared of the doll. I didn' t want to say anything else to my mom and brother because I felt like they didn' t believe me.

11:33 I managed to go to school, but every time I went through the room I kept looking at the wrist I had the feeling that at any moment I was going to turn his face. I couldn' t have her with me. I thought I' d bring her back to my friend. As soon as I saw her in high school, I asked her why she gave me the doll if she knew I had something wrong. Mariana stared at me with her eyes wide open. Mariana didn' t say anything, she kept quiet. That made me even more angry. I told her I' d take her home in the afternoon. She immediately said no, not because they didn ' t want her at home. Your answer just bothered me more. She also intrigued me I didn' t talk to her anymore. I went to the class that was already starting at recess. I was already feeling calmer.

12:28 Mariana didn' t even try to get close. It was on the other side of the yard. I went to her. She thought I was gonna scold her again, but I didn' t do it anymore. I asked him to explain to me why he gave it to me. Doubting a little, he told me he never intended to hurt me. The gift wasn' t malicious. She was quiet. It didn' t seem easy for him to talk about the doll. He went on to say that the doll belonged to his grandmother. It was a toy that belonged to one of her daughters who died when she was a child. That' s why her grandmother kept her and cared so fondly for her. The doll was one of her most precious objects because she considered it a part of her deceased daughter. As his mother told him. When her grandmother was on her deathbed, she asked to have her wrist very close and hugged her and died a few minutes later.

13:26 Her mother decided to stay with her because she was a very valuable memory. What they never expected was to begin to notice that the wrist moved, but it always did at night. He walked from one piece of furniture to another, sometimes turning his head and others more closed or opened his eyes. The worst thing happened when she once moved her mouth as if trying to talk, was when they put it inside a box and kept it in the room of objects they didn' t use, but she left that place and appeared again in which er er erno part of the house, mainly on the couch of the living room. The huge doubt that I had and that I was very uncomfortable with it was to know why I had given it to myself if they already knew there was something disturbing about it. I told Mariana. She lowered her head again clarifying that it was never her intention to harm me. On one occasion they went with a seer, took her doll and she performed a ritual to take away the spirit she had attached. According to her, it was the soul of the grandmother who was inside at the time of her death.

14:33 As he embraced the wrist, there was a transition from one part of his soul into the object, not to mention belonging to another person who died. It was a transfer of spirits. That is why they had cared so fondly for her, because they felt that they had a small essence of the soul of their loved ones. But a strange situation began to happen to one of Mariana' s sisters began to camera her character according to what her mother said. He took attitudes from his grandmother. She was talking about past things she hadn' t lived. He said words and comments that only Mariana' s mother knew they belonged to her own mother. It was disturbing to realize that every day his sister became another person with the essence of grandmother and daughter.

15:24 Mariana kept telling me that they tried to get rid of the toy by throwing it in the trash, but inexplicably she was returning to the house. They went back to the seer telling her that one of Mariana' s sisters was beginning to have behaviors and attitudes of both grandmother and daughter, and they were situations she had never lived before. The disturbing thing was when he talked about the grandfather and other deceased relatives, as if he had contact with them, as if a channel of communication of the world of the living with that of the dead had been opened. Sometimes it was chilling to hear Mariana' s sister talk about what was in the afterlife. He said there were faceless beings who lost their memory. They were wandering souls wandering in the dark.

16:15 I didn' t know who they were or who they were. They walked in a dark place full of huge trees and as they had no eyes or mouth with their noses, they were guided by their instincts, but in many of the times they clashed with other souls with the trees or fell into the void. I couldn' t believe everything Mariana told me. Knowing all that he had still dared to give it to me. My friend explained to me that when they went to talk to the seer, she told them not to keep the cursed toy. The only way the doll would no longer return with them was to give a gift to another person who did not belong to his family, who had no blood bond, but not to an unknown person.

17:04 They had to give it to someone with whom they had another kind of bond to counteract the effects of family ties. At the time I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I understood Mariana and her family why they had done that, but I also resented being given a curse because now I had to carry it. Mariana interrupted me by telling me they didn' t do it with any evil. The seer assured them that by handing over the doll to another person, the curse was going to get there, because the lady also performed a ritual to the doll to expel the spirit or spirits from her body. To conclude, it was necessary to give it with affection and good intentions. Someone else who wasn' t a relative was the only way to break the curse. It was life that distressed him what was happening to me in many ways. He told me it was never his intention to hurt me and I believed him I no longer wanted to ask about what happened. The best thing was to find a solution to what happened when I got home.

18:17 I wanted to tell her everything about the doll, my mom, and that what those kids saw when they broke the glass was real. They were very right to be scared, but she had already gone to work. I was alone all afternoon. I can' t deny that I was afraid to keep my wrist. After what Mariana told me, I went to my bedroom and saw her sitting on the rocking chair. I closed the door to my room and set out to eat and do my homework. I felt calmer knowing that the wrist was locked and I wasn' t going to open the door until I spoke to my mother. We' d have to do something about it, but one more night, with the miss, doll didn' t pretend to have it. I turned on the TV as I ate all of a sudden I caught up with the corner of my eye that someone passed through the hallway. I stopped eating to go see my room. I couldn' t believe what I saw The door to my room was open. It couldn' t have been open. If I had the only key. I was so scared that all I thought about was getting out of the house and getting me safe. I had no idea what the intentions of that cursed toy were, because time had passed and it had never hurt me, but I wasn' t planning on finding out either. I grabbed my backpack and before I left I saw the doll sitting on the couch. I stood there watching her without

19:47 knowing what to do. At that moment I began to feel dizzy and felt very bad. I didn' t realize that I fell unconscious in which I saw in a dream an older woman extending her hand to me was a woman with white hair. He had it picked up with a braid. He was wearing a long, wide skirt. Next to her was a girl with an extremely thin yellow complexion and her hair up to her shoulders. They both saw me with a deep look. Behind them I could see many more spirits moving wandering in the darkness. I had an unexplained fear. When I was conscious. By my side was my mom and one of my brothers told me that the doctor was already on his way, because it was hard to make me react. My vitals went down a lot. They were afraid something serious would have happened to me. A few minutes later they knocked on the door.

20:44 It was the family doctor my mom called the doctor checked me out. He told my mom that I was in good condition, but to make sure everything was okay, he sent me to do a series of studies to rule out any illness. My reaction to being conscious was to look for the wrist, but it wasn' t on the couch. I wanted to get up and I couldn' t do it because I felt a terrible dizziness. The doctor told me to take it easy. I' d be better in no time. I asked quickly about the wrist. My brothers didn' t know what was going on with the wrist, so one of them went by the wrist to my room and put it in my arms. The first thing I did was see her terrified. While I saw her clearly when she closed my eyes, I screamed like crazy and threw her to the floor When the doctor saw me in that state, he suggested that I also be taken to the psychologist and, if necessary, to the psychiatrist. I didn' t require any studies or another doctor. What urged me was to get rid of that cursed doll, but my family still didn' t know everything Mariana told me.

21:56 As soon as the doctor left the house. As they eat, he hurried to tell my parents and brothers what I knew for Mariana and what I saw when I was unconscious, but they did not give credit to my words. I got hysterical when I told them I didn' t want to be with the wrist anymore. My mom, trying to calm me down, told me not to worry. I was going to take her to her room with all the medications the doctor gave me. I began to feel a lot of sleep soon fell asleep. It was probably a tranquilizer he gave me to calm down, but all he got was for me to fall asleep and be dreaming about people who had died. Surely in the morning the effect of the drug they supplied me was gone because I woke up a noise in my room. I saw the figure of someone small moving on the floor. I didn' t see it clearly, but I had no doubts anymore. It was the doll I was looking for to be with me. It' s been paralyzed by fear. I didn' t scream so I wouldn' t wake my family.

23:03 Besides, they reacted in a way I didn' t like. They were going to give me more painkillers and those weren' t going to solve the problem. I went the other way. From my bed stuck to the wall From before I had no doubt that it was her, but to perceive that I was inside my room in the morning looking for me that filled me with a deep fear. I couldn' t tell exactly where I was. He only listened to the light footprints of his body. For a few seconds I stopped hearing her. That' s when with horror I noticed I was starting to climb into my bed through my quilt. I had no more room to get away from her. With great care, I moved to the other side of the bed. Suddenly I saw when she stood upright on my bed.

23:55 I could only look at his silhouette through the little light that came through the window. I didn' t stay out of my room any longer because of my nerves. I got entangled in the blanket and fell to the floor, but that didn' t stop me from running away as soon as possible and sneaking out of my room. When I opened the door, I scared you even more because my mom was standing there. I screamed more scared. My mother asked me not to make a noise with her finger. He kept signaling me to shut up. He grabbed my hand and took me elsewhere in the house to a safer place. When we felt more protected, my mom hugged me by telling me she was right about everything. The next day I ' d look for a way to get rid of her. He asked me not to go to high school, unless I had something important to deliver or some test to get rid of the wrist. I couldn' t stay in our house any longer. We sat on the couch of the room any external sound. We were jumping out of fear. It was a few hours that seemed eternal to us, as at any moment we feared that he would appear or that he would come back to us. It didn' t happen that way. As soon as it started to dawn, my mom took her stuff, asked me to manage to get out. I didn' t want to because all my belongings were inside my room and I didn' t want to

25:25 go in. My mom accompanied me, had a black bag and a towel with her. Before I entered my room. We' re standing still. We didn' t dare enter, but after a few seconds we did it very carefully. My mother opened the door. I was after her. For a moment I thought that object was going to be thrown on my mom or on top of me and I wouldn' t be able to get it off my back. But it didn' t happen like that. There she was lying on my pillow in my bed trying to make as little noise as possible. My mom wrapped it in the towel and put it inside the bag. He made a strong marre to prevent her from leaving immediately. He asked for a cab service and we left the house. I had no idea where we were going or what my mom intended to do. Since it was too early, there wasn' t much traffic. Soon we arrived at the place my mom told the taxi driver. The house we arrived at was small and humble.

26:29 My mother knocked on the door without anyone taking care of us. He looked at his watch, telling me it was too early, and he played harder. I could hear a few slow steps approaching the door, as well as the key. When she entered the lock, an older woman with her loose white hair appeared. My mom told him she was recommended. Upon entering the room, it was surprising to see how many images of saints each had with their respective candlestick, as well as a large altar to an angel. My mother didn' t get into much detail about the wrist. Apparently, the lady was already aware of at least the most important things. The lady offered us a wooden chair to sit down and started asking me if the doll had tried to hurt me. At some point I was quiet for a few minutes trying to remember, but I wasn' t sure that I hadn' t been hurt and so I told the lady. The lady asked for the bag. My mother was told that when there was a curse on a doll, who owns it acquires everything that concerns the object. When he asked the question whether he had hurt me or tried it, it was because it could be an evil being that was inside her, but since it did not happen that way, it meant that there was a soul or spirit in sorrow that lodged in the wrist to be able to live on. The lady was interrupting

28:02 to tell him that it was not just a spirit, but two. It was when I began to tell her everything my friend Mariana told me as I told her all the details, she told me that it was going to be difficult for, after so long, the spirit of those two souls to go to a place of peace. It was obvious that something stopped them. The lady got up to take the inside of the bag to the wrist carefully. He saw her and told us that she was a very beautiful and very old doll and, indeed, her body housed two spirits. He told us we could leave the doll to work with her for a week. I was going to try to get the souls out of her so they could cross over to the hereafter. I left the place with a strange feeling. I thought the lady was gonna make me a clean one to pray and do things I' d seen in the movies, but she didn' t just say the patient was the doll. I didn' t leave the place a little confused.

29:08 On the way back, my mom asked me what she thought of the lady. I said I wish it all would work. I reserved my doubts. As soon as we get to the house. I felt a sense of relief to know that the doll was no longer in the house. I could' ve been quieter. While I was alone for a while. I got the distrust of him walking around. Faced with any noise I heard, I was careful to see what it was about, but everything was in order. During the night I could rest only that the next day, very early, the phone rang. My mom was the one who always got up. Early, when I saw his face, I knew it was about the doll. As soon as she hung up, my mom told me she was the lady we took her doll to ask her to go immediately for her. My mom didn ' t give me any more details. We left in the cab. I was baffled because my mom didn' t tell me anything. As soon as we got to Mrs Ella' s house, she was already waiting for us with the door open. The whole inside of the house was in complete disarray.

30:19 The pictures of saints were fallen with the broken glass, the candlelights, also the dehujad flowers everywhere, the furniture moved, some torn from the cloth and one of the wooden chairs was broken. It was impossible to stop her. He wanted to give it back to us. Of course, both my mother and I said no. We didn' t want her what we could do. The lady gave us the answer. Return it to the person who gave it to you, because those spirits you have did not belong to us. They were theirs. My mother accepted, gave her payment to the lady and we immediately went to Mariana' s house. Since it was still early, everyone was at home. My mom asked Mariana' s mom to talk to her. He explained everything to her and told her the doll was his property. It was up to them to fix what was going on with her and their souls and never to give it back to anyone else. Mariana' s mother and my friend were embarrassed. They asked us for an apology telling us they never wanted to transfer any curses. The person who oriented them was an obvious one who assured that, by giving it to someone other than a blood relative, the curse would end. The souls were going to continue on their way to the hereafter. I left my friend' s house with mixed feelings. I was very fond of her and her family, but I didn

31:52 ' t like what they did premeditatedly. Our friendship relationship continued, but not as close as it was before. As for the doll, I don' t know what happened or what continued to happen, because I never asked about her again. I think they took her with a priest to help them, but I don' t know if it really worked, because I realized Mariana kept investigating who could help her. From the little I know, there are souls who cling to some non- living object so they can get what they could not do in life. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas