No Juegues A La Tabla Ouija Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 She' s taken. My name is Javier and what I will tell you today is a chapter in my life which, despite the fact that I tried to forget, is impossible to do. I remember that night as if it had happened yesterday. Although years have passed, the images and sensations remain as fresh in my mind as something recent. Back then I was just a ten - year- old boy, shy and introverted with an older sister who seemed to live in a world completely different from mine. That night of nightmare began with our grandfather’ s sudden illness, which led my mother to leave the house to take care of him in the hospital. That' s how my sister and I were left alone at home, a situation that would normally only have made me feel anxious became the scariest experience of my life. My sister decided to take advantage of my mother' s absence to arrange a sleepover with her friends. For her it was an exciting opportunity to have a night without adult supervision, but for me it was a frightening prospect. I was always the kind of kid they listed as sensitive, which is why I had no friends, which made the idea of being alone with a group of older girls more than intimidating. My sister' s friends started arriving around six o' clock in the afternoon, all radiant with excitement from the prospect of a fun

1:38 night without parents. My sister ordered me to go to my room and not disturb them. I didn' t want to stay alone in my room all night, so I just listened. I omit my sister and stayed there. The last one to arrive was Laura, a girl of mysterious appearance, of Gothic style, which to my mind, always carried with it an unsettling energy. The girls murmured among themselves, exchanging nervous glances and laughter as they talked about something that I did not understand intrigued. I started asking questions, but I was completely ignored. My sister looked at me and again ordered me to retire to my room, warning me not to disturb them. My curiosity was too strong to be ignored. I kept insisting on getting answers until finally my sister gave in, although with a tone of contempt she told me they would play the run That night. My eyes were wide open before that revelation.

2:43 While my mind was beginning to see images of horror movies that I had seen before, I knew that the daughter was more than just a game, which was surrounded by chilling stories and legends. After telling me that, the girls noticed my fear and began to laugh questioning me if I really believed in ghosts, so, trying to look tough and brave, I told them that I didn' t believe in ghosts and that I had even played with the daughter many times with my friends. At that time I thought I was cheating on everyone, but now, with an adult' s perspective, I realize I wasn' t cheating on anyone but myself. The girls, listening to my statement, decided that if I had played before, then I could be there with them, although I did not want to participate in the game of the huija. I felt trapped by my own words and I couldn' t back down. While the girls prepared everything, from incense candles and even a bell like the ones I had seen in spiritist sessions on television. My fear increased with every minute that passed. I tried to think of an excuse to go to my room, even pray that my sister would send me back to my room. None of that happened. When everything was ready, Laura pulled a board out of her backpack. Wood daughter looked like it was handmade. Laura

4:17 claimed that the board belonged to her grandfather, who was a Satanist and claimed to speak to the dead. Thanks to her, with a chill, touring my back, I sat with the others around the table. My sister lit the candles and turned off the light, allowing only the blinking candlelight to illuminate the room. The session began with trembling fingers. I placed my hands on the daughter board along with the other girls. A feeling of static electricity seemed to fill the room while we waited quietly. The atmosphere was loaded with tension.

5:00 Every move of the board or daughter was followed with attention. The questions were asked one after the other and the answers we received were meaningless. To tell you the truth, still. Fear gripped me. As the girls continued to ask questions about the supposed spirit we had invoked, each response seemed more disturbing than the previous one, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I struggled to contain the panic that threatened to consume me I thought we had finally reached the end of our supernatural activities. But then one of my sister ' s friends, named Hannah, suggested that that was boring and that it would be best to summon a specific spirit, mentioning someone named Don José.

5:51 Once again, I felt completely lost and confused, having no idea who that Don José I was talking about. As the girls began to laugh and agree with the idea of contacting this spirit. Hannah noticed my confusion and decided to tell me the story of Don José. According to her, this man had lived many years ago and was the owner of much of the neighborhood we were now in. In those days, the area was nothing more than a green field where cows and sheep were grazing. Don José was known for being extremely stingy and angry, and no one wanted to approach him. He did not hire anyone to help him take care of his animals, which he often mistreated and beat by starving them for days. One day, while feeding his pigs, Don José slipped and could not get up because of his advanced age.

6:51 Hungry pigs began to eat it and no one could hear its cries for help. When finally someone decided to go and see what had happened, they found his middle body, devoured and disfigured. The scariest thing was his face, which had been shattered to make him unrecognizable. Don José' s death had been appalling and it was said that he could still see himself walking through the neighborhood, seeking to replenish the parts of his body that had been torn from him. Don José' s story left me completely terrified. I wished I could go to my room at the same time, but I knew I had no valid excuse to leave, so I was forced to stay there. As they were preparing to invoke Don José, I felt a knot in my stomach and a cold cold ran through my spine. My hands were shaking as I waited for the beginning of the next session, praying in my mind that it would all end soon and I could escape that living nightmare. The candlelight blinked at them as the girls began their invocation. Every word resounded in the room filled with dark and sinister energy that made me tremble with fear. I closed my eyes hard, wishing to be anywhere but there, facing the horror that was coming. Suddenly, the candles went out by submerging the room in complete

8:24 darkness. My eyes were wide open in the face of that sudden change and just then, the lights of the spotlight began to turn on and off intermittently, casting shadows all over the room. The girls began to be frightened, exchanging nervous looks among themselves. It was then that Laura, with a trembling voice, said aloud that if Don José was in that room, he should give a signal. At that time, three oras of heavy blows were heard from inside a small room, which served as a cellar. The blows resonated in the room increasingly strong and persistent, causing a terror that swept my body from head to toe. Another of my sister' s friends got up with determination and approached the cellar door. I looked at her with my eyes disorbited, feeling a mixture of terror and curiosity that threatened to overwhelm me. When he finally opened the door, a figure emerged from the shadows screaming in a frightful way. The figure wore a white mask that hid his face and ran directly to where I was sitting, screaming and waving my arms frantically. A scream escaped my lips as I receded over my eyes with my hands in a desperate attempt to protect me. But when I finally gathered the courage to look,

9:58 I saw that all the girls were laughing with laughter and the figure with the mask was actually another of my sister' s friends, who had hidden in the cellar when she had gone to the bathroom. The relief and shame mingled within me as I tried to understand what the fear had just happened. It barely allowed me to understand the situation and soon I found myself crying overwhelmed by the emotions and experiences of that night. To calm my nerves, one of my sister' s friends proposed to paint my nails and I accepted with gratitude for any distraction that might help me forget the terrifying joke that had just happened. The night continued with relative normality after that, and I finally went to my room to try to sleep at once. Just a couple of hours later I woke up abruptly because of a nightmare related to Don José' s story. I tried to go back to sleep, but the persistent memory of history kept me awake, tormenting myself with every thought I decided to get up and go to the bathroom to try to calm myself down. As I washed my hands and a strange movement in the mirror reflection caught my attention. I looked up to see a creepy figure standing in the bathtub. He was a man, the man with his clothes torn and stained with old blood. She had a disfigured face without lips or nose almost looked human. A chill ran

11:37 through my back as I watched it with horror. Before I could react, the light suddenly went out, plunged me into darkness. Once again, as fear gripped me and my screams resounded in the house, drawing the attention of my sister and her friends. The sound of hasty steps resonated in the hallway and soon my sister and her friends ran into the bathroom with expressions of concern and confusion on their faces. They tried to reassure me by asking me what had happened, but my words were cut short by fear. Finally, I managed to articulate what I had seen in the bathtub, describing the disfigured and bloody figure that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The girls exchanged nervous glances among themselves, trying to find a logical explanation for what had just happened, trying to calm the situation they had generated. My sister tried to minimize the situation, claiming that everything was simply childish fears and that we should not worry too much. The other girls seemed to believe in that comforting explanation, but in the depths of my being I knew it was not so. With the refusal to stay alone in my room, my sister agreed to have me stay in her room, where all the other girls were also in. Once there I tried to fall asleep, but the memory of the disfigured figure in

13:09 the mirror kept tormenting me, preventing me from finding peace. While listening to the girls speak softly. I tried to block the disturbing thoughts that invaded my mind, but suddenly, a loud sound put us all on alert. They were heavy knocks on the door of the room. The sound resounded through the room, shaking the air with an intensity that made no sense. It was almost midnight and there was no reason for anyone to be knocking on doors so hard at that time, much less the door in a room. Fear took hold of us. While we were looking at each other nervously wondering who or what might be knocking on the door, my hands were shaking as I got out of bed, feeling a wave of panic going through my body. We all approached the door with caution, without daring to open, but the blows continued to be more and more persistent and threatening. Finally, my sister took the initiative and opened the door, but what we found on the other side left us breathless and frozen with terror. There was no one there, only the darkness of the hallway and the deaf echo of our own heartbeats beating hard in my chest and they all seemed as frightened as I did, some even more, we were all silent, trying to comfort each other with our presence.

14:41 The sense of security we were trying to build quickly faded away when an atmosphere of oppression and discomfort began to fill the room, as if something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for its time to make its appearance. Our hearts, you pull it hard on our breasts, as we looked with horror like a haze took shape by adopting the figure of a tall and gloomy man. The sinister whispers filled the air, accompanied by the chilling sound, of what seemed to be chains crawling down the ground with their eyes full of terror. We cling to each other, unable to turn our gaze away from the creepy appearance that was made present in the room. We saw his face, a disfigured and grotesque face, with empty eyes that seemed to pierce our souls with his lifeless gaze. For me there was no doubt. It was Don José, the spirit whose story he had heard that very night, a cry of terror appeared before us and escaped from our lips. As we retreated desperately wishing to escape from the evil presence around us, but it seemed to be.

16:00 We' re trapped in a nightmare world. Suddenly that figure vanished and for a moment, we all thought that it would be everything, but the worst was just about to happen. The lights began to blink erratically, throwing ghostly flashes all over the room. The furniture began to move alone, sliding down the floor with a chilling squeak. The objects flew through the air as if they had their own life, breaking against the walls with a deafening roar, and then something happened that left us paralyzed. Don José' s ghost figure materialized before us once again, this time more solid and tangible than before.

16:47 His empty eyes shone with a sinister malice, as he watched us with a twisted smile on his disfigured face without a word, he stretched out a bony hand toward us, as his if inviting us to join him. A choked cry escaped our lips. As we retreated, we were unable to turn our gaze away from the horrible vision before us. Just when it looked like we were on the edge of the abyss. The figure of the ghost began to fade slowly, dissipating in the darkness. That left us trembling and bewildered by the intensity of the supernatural experience we had just witnessed and gathering sufficient courage, clinging to one another and heading towards the front door, determined to leave the house as quickly as possible. No one had the courage to go back into the house. Once we walked out the door, all my sister' s friends rushed back to their homes. Some of them offered us a place to spend the night. My sister rejected each of those proposals because my mother would arrive in the morning. Time spent leaving me alone with my sister in front of the house, in which we had lived a night of unimaginable terror.

18:07 We stood silently in front of the house for the rest of that night, feeling the weight of what we had witnessed. There was no need to say anything. We both knew we' d never be the same again. After that terrifying experience, when the first rays of the sun began to illuminate, we finally found the courage to enter the house again. Every step we took was full of fear but we knew we had to face our fears. After all, our mother would arrive in a few hours and neither one of us had a good explanation for the events that occurred that night. Once inside, my sister remembered that the daughter board was still in her room. It was clear that neither of us wanted to know anything about that cursed board.

18:59 We didn' t have much choice. After researching how to properly dispose of objects linked to the supernatural, my sister assured me that burning it was the recommended method and apparently worked, as we never experienced anything supernatural again in our home. Despite getting rid of that board and the passing of the years, we could never completely shake the feeling that someone was watching us from the shadows. During the time we lived in that house there was always a feeling of restlessness in the air, as if Don José' s ghost was still roaming the halls waiting for his next chance to torment us once again. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante