No Juegues A La Tabla Ouija Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My name is ernesto. What I' m going to tell you happened in a cold winter, in a city of Tamaulipas, an experience that completely changed my perception of life and what lies beyond death. It all began as a simple curiosity, a game, something to break the routine of long winter nights. I did not know that a spiritist session could open the doors to something much darker and more dangerous than I was prepared to face a cold night. Along with three of my best friends and none of our relatives knew about it, we got into an old abandoned house on the banks of the colony.

0:46 It was the kind of place that, according to rumors, was loaded with negative energies and stories with appearances we were carrying an old board or daughter that one of my friends had. The goal was to get in touch with the hereafter, although none of us really believed in those things, or at least that' s what we all said. How little we knew about that. It was what we had heard from other people or seen in some movies where certain people contacted friendly spirits, willing to chat for a while and then say goodbye. Kindly, with that idea, we start the session innocently, with our hands on the bank, waiting for some kind of signal. The evening became disturbing when, after a while, the pointer moved for the first time.

1:36 It took a few seconds to form the words I need them. We thought it was a joke from either of us. Some and even laughed, we kept playing until the questions answered began to reveal things that no one else could know. The spirit of someone who knew us all was inside that board and let us know. That' s when the atmosphere changed. The air became dense almost unbreathable and a feeling of restlessness invaded us. The spirits we contacted were not the beings we expected, but evil entities that, far from offering only friendly answers, sought to make their way to our world. Not only did we ask questions. The spirit contacted began to question many things.

2:24 He told us that we could serve as accommodation to transcend and materialize. We didn' t understand what he meant by that, nor did we know how far we could go. We only looked at each other, because we no longer knew what to answer or wanted to ask anything. For a few more minutes, he or the spirits insisted that one of us accede to their requests, first with simple words, then with strong threats. I felt cornered, forced to accept something I didn' t want to do. That' s how we spent a few more minutes when I couldn' t deal with fear anymore. I asked my friends to stop before things got even more dangerous.

3:10 We kept reading a little more on the table as someone threatened us by convincing us all that he was serious. We decided not to play as we could. We closed the session and ended the game. Although something told us that we had done wrong, none of us commented on anything. As we put things together, I felt a presence, something that made me nervous. Whatever was there was probably confused in the shadows because I couldn' t see it. I didn' t say anything to stop scaring my friends anymore. We left that place without saying a word. They' re all headed home. From there, things that I didn' t expect to happen began to happen.

3:51 I heard unknown voices inside my head saying meaningless things. Besides, it seemed to me that a presence followed me all the time. I hadn' t walked many blocks, but I felt tired as if I was carrying something heavy. When I got home, I felt someone came in with me an essence, a force that wasn' t mine, something that went straight to my room, as if they already knew my house. The first night I had a very uncomfortable time. I couldn' t sleep because I felt someone was lying next to me. Apart from feeling that, I could also hear a breath. I thought it was just part of my imagination, but before dawn the mattress moved, as if someone had risen. I thought that during the day I would pass, but I was reminded of everything the so- called spirit told us and I could not help but feel a great concern.

4:48 Likewise, I didn' t go out all day. I was afraid something would happen to me. The next night was the same, but between dreams I heard several voices. I didn' t understand what they were saying, because they all talked at the same time. I thought they agreed. When I woke up, I had the feeling that I had argued strongly with someone. After that, strange situations and unexplained noises appeared all over my house. It happened at all hours shadows lurking in the ununderstanding whispering corners that followed me day or night, and a constant feeling of being watched at all times I feared what was evident. The spirits were taking over the whole house. Mistrust took over my life. Friends and family began to notice my erratic behavior, but I didn' t dare tell them what we had done. How to explain to them that every shadow could hide something from another world. No one would believe me. The scariest thing was to realize that the spirits we had invoked would not leave us alone so easily. The normal things in my house were so obvious that they didn' t go unnoticed by my parents, who were looking for logical explanations without finding them. Even though I realized out of fear, I preferred to shut up instead of telling them what happened. Apart from all that, I felt as if the spirits enjoyed seeing how they took

6:20 over my fear and despair, because sometimes I heard a mocking laugh very close to my ear. I knew he had something stuck from another world that wouldn ' t let me imagine that was true. It gave me the chills, but I didn' t know what to do. No doubt it had been a mistake, one that was starting to cost me dearly desperate for a solution. I sought the help of a medium recognized in the region for his ability to communicate with the hereafter and solve situations like mine. At first I hesitated to believe that someone could reverse what we had unleashed, but I had to try because the situation was unbearable. When she looked at me, the lady hesitated to take care of me because of my young age. When I spoke to her, she told me that if what I told her was true, I would make an exception. By telling her more clearly what we had done, she told me it was a difficult situation, but she was going to treat it. I asked him to take away the spirit that he apparently carried and helped us to free our house. The Medium, with a calm contrasting with my agitation, agreed to help me that very night. His intervention was a whole process and, to be honest, quite disturbing. Suddenly I saw myself inside that abandoned house accompanying a woman I barely knew trying to contact spirits.

7:50 First we walk around the house. Then we went to the place where we had contacted those spirits through the huija to make some tours. They took place at the same time as we did. According to the Medium, we opened a portal to another world with candlestick in hand. We walk slowly opening our way into the darkness. The time we were inside the house I felt stalked. I had the feeling that hundreds of eyes were on me looking at me curiously. My conservation instinct asked me to be on alert. For the same reason, he constantly turned around imagining that something bad would suddenly become present.

8:33 After some invocations, she was able to identify evil spirits to demand that they leave me alone. He told me the kind of essences that were stubborn and difficult to expel. Even though he knew the job would be dangerous, he didn' t care. He worked with dedication for about an hour to free me and, by the way, also clean that abandoned house from his presence. While the average carried out its rite. I felt useless. I couldn' t do anything else that I wasn' t going to see her from a wise distance, I wondered why we' d done that fooling game. I don' t know how long we were inside that house. When the lady told me it was over, I felt the same, if only a little less stunned, but nothing more. Since I didn' t know any of that, I thought maybe it was normal. Before retiring, he recommended that I visit her again if necessary. I retired to my house after ten o' clock at night. I was stunned and surprised by what had just happened. I was walking to Prisa because I felt someone was coming after me. I moved forward without turning as far as I could when I entered the house, the heavy atmosphere remained the same. I had the feeling that whatever was there was waiting for me again. I felt the house on my shoulders. Despite the medium' s help, it had not been completely cleansed

10:03 because a sinister presence continued to harass me with a darker and more persistent shadow that the others were clinging to not hearing. Realizing that, desperate for a definitive solution, I no longer wanted to go back to that lady to tell her. I thought I didn' t have a case. Also, the paranormal things were still the same or stronger inside my house, so much so that my parents were already worried, willing to take a priest to bless her inside and out to see if that would stop listening to so many things. I looked up my friends to ask them if the same thing happened to them, too. I was surprised to learn that only I was the one affected.

10:46 In fact, they were also surprised to see what was happening to me. I told them that I had contacted a medium, but that I had not been able to free myself. For the same reason, I was already desperate so that I don' t get it from my parents. I asked them to help me find another kind of help, perhaps a healer or a witch, because I didn' t dare go alone because of the fear I was afraid of going to look for a witch or maybe to be affected as I was. My friends refused to come with me. I insisted on telling them that we all had responsibility, but they didn' t even want to help me. Having no choice, I had to talk to my mom about what we did that night and what she was going through. After listening to me, he understood the reason for what was going on at home. He told me that was very serious. He raised his voice to tell me that the subject of spirits was the devil' s thing. After a few minutes he calmed down and we began to think what we would do. He told me not to tell my dad yet because he was very strict and he would probably be very angry. Already with the support of my mother we seek the help of a local witch known for her deep knowledge of the occult, for her ability to free people from curses, as well as evil spirits. We prepared to do so because my mother was very much a believer in the Catholic religion and talking to a witch was badly seen by the community. It was

12:18 regarded by the Church as a sin. Interviewing her was quite an experience with a lot of nerves. We knocked on his door when he looked at us or made a distasteful face, without even passing by the door asking us what was offered. He wasn' t finished telling her things yet when he asked us to go into his house. When we walked in, we were surprised. I' ve never been to a place like that before. It seemed rather sinister to me personally. It was a small place, with very few furniture, full of images, rare, colguijes and other things. I smelled of incense and different herbs, already listening to all the details of what we had done that night. He claimed me because I was bothering the spirits and more without having the necessary knowledge. Almost scolded. He told me the spirit thing wasn' t a game. He seemed to refuse to help us.

13:18 In the end he agreed because my mom begged him. He quickly explained that number three had a lot of strength and meaning in the world of magic arts. He explained them to me, but I don' t remember anymore. That' s why I' d make three clean healers so I could get rid of all the negative forces I was carrying. He warned me that there we were going to know that it happened to me to have a spirit with me. This one was going to defend himself even could manifest for the same reason he asked me to endure my fear. The same thing he asked my mom. The first thing he did to me was a clean one right there in his space, when he swept me away with a bunch of herbs something from inside me. I wanted to yell at him not to. I felt the herbs burn my skin. I remember feeling a hatred for that lady, so much so that I wanted to hit her making an effort. I endured for long minutes until the witch finally ended, and she kept looking me in the eye in a desperate way, like wanting to discover something inside me.

14:22 I don' t know if I had a spirit inside, but whatever I had wanted to defend myself from what she was doing to me, just as she had warned me. Then he lit some coals and vented some dry leaves that instantly produced dense white smoke. Although at first his smell was pleasant, then he wouldn' t let me breathe to the point of telling him to stop because I was drowning. I remember very well I turned around begging to see my mom to help me, but I was so scared I couldn' t even talk. Besides, the witch had told her not to intervene no matter what she looked at. Maybe the bru didn' t look at the results she expected, because after the smoke, she tried something else. In a pot of water. He boiled some herbs. After a few minutes, he put his hands in the hot water to spread it on my face and the rest of the body. Although I knew the water was hot, it felt pretty cold. In fact, they gave me a lot of chills that I couldn' t contain. Besides, I felt a strong palpitations. When he stopped doing that, I felt a great relief. He told us that that was enough for the moment, but he warned us that it was hardly the beginning. In a morral he began to keep some things like herbs and candles. He also put some strange amulets around his neck. After that he accompanied us to the abandoned house. He did some things to purify the place,

15:52 because the environment was heavy. He stopped me at the exact spot where we put the needle. That night, with his arms outstretched, he tied some herbs with a red ribbon. With them he swept me over and over while doing so, saying some strange prayers, making a great effort to support another clean, just as desperate as the first one. On that occasion I don' t know why I ended up very tired the spirit I had glued or the witch was stealing my energy I was scared, but we had already started. We couldn' t stop the witch. He told my mom that the last clean would be in our house, where the spirit would surely hide part of its essence. He agreed, because at the time my dad was at work. It was around seven o' clock in the afternoon. When we entered something the witch felt because she stopped a few steps from the door.

16:48 He turned everywhere. It seemed like he was looking for something or someone had us come back and ask permission to enter our own house. After a few minutes, we finally odised to go inside, he told us he would do a liberation ritual. He placed three candlelights in different parts of the house in a censer, prepared everything to make a sahumery and thus flood the whole place with a smoke of strong smell. As the first time I started coughing when I breathed it, minutes later, it wasn' t just me who gave it to someone else. The witch assured us that it was the spirit that lived in our house. Listening to him made me nervous and even though I had every intention of getting out of there for some reason, I couldn ' t even move. Then, an unknown voice from the middle of the smoke began to beg the witch to stop. Obviously, I wasn' t going to make it look like the witch changed. His approach was different from that of the medium. He used prayers, herbs and a strange and intense ritual that seemed to tear the darkness itself out of the corners, from my home and from my being. When I thought that all that was about to end, the spirit became present among that smoke could hardly be distinguished, but there it was looking at us with hatred. He wasn' t willing to leave the house or leave me alone. The witch removed the amulets hanging from

18:19 her neck with them in her hands. He started making some figures in the air. As he made them, he began to say some prayers, three to be exact. Then he put one of his hands on my head, while asking me to be strong and that we were about to finish. The process was exhausting and at times I feared for my own sanity, because I watched as that spirit twisted. In fact, he disappeared several times, but appeared again apparently with greater force. So it was for several more minutes until it was finally lost in the dark. We waited for him to show up again, but that didn' t happen. Still minutes later, I wasn ' t afraid of myself. At the end, however, I felt a peace that I had not experienced in many days. The witch assured me that the spirit that haunted me had been locked up, unable to do me more harm when I asked her who those spirits were and why they had chosen me alone, four of whom we invoked. He told me in a warning tone that I' d better leave things the way they were. My mom agreed and between the two of them told me not to mess with the spirits again because this time I had been lucky, but maybe for the next time I could lose because of the experience I had had. I spent a few fearful days imagining that at any time I would return to that spirit with more strength

19:53 to attack me again. Any noise upset me no matter what day it was and when it started to get dark, there was a sensation that warned me that something sinister could happen to me, not just to me, but to someone in my house. I spent stormy nights, suffering from horrible nightmares where translucent beings. I was forcibly taken to an unknown destination, whenever I woke up I did so with doubt if it had been a reality. Over time and thanks to the intervention of both the medium and the witch, the demonstrations completely disappeared. Although part of me wants to find a rational explanation for everything that happened, I can' t ignore the evidence of what I lived through, although without wanting it, we went into a dangerous game and the shadows we invoked that night didn' t come back yet. They remind me that there are mysteries that it' s best to leave unsolved or joking. I ' ve played the table or daughter again, not messing with spirits story written and adapted by cats or black