Nos Burlamos De Una Bruja, Y Nos Maldijo Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Long hair. This is a real story. My brothers and I remember her perhaps more than we would like. It happened when I was about seven years old, my sister one year older than me and my brother one year younger. Together with our mother, we were constantly moving. My mom was a single mom and she could barely afford the rent, so we were always looking for cheaper places to survive in the city. We went through eight different places during that period. But the worst experience for me was in that neighborhood we moved to. It was a building that looked very old, so I found out later, it was something that was built in times of the porphyriate.

0:54 The apartment we rented was on the second floor, while I was helping mom get the most of our stuff into the house, I saw something strange. At first I didn' t think it was weird. The window of the neighboring department seemed to be completely dark, but as I looked closer, I realized that it was not the darkness that I saw, but a curtain so black that I did not let the light pass. And at one point I saw those curtains slowly opening revealing only hair, a long black hair that seemed to stick to the glass. It was strange, but I decided not to think too much about it and I was still helping my mom. The three of us shared the same room, which didn' t bother us much, as it almost always was. And while we were trying to divide the room as justly as possible something happened. We were arguing about the place near the window, when we heard a strong blow that seemed to come from the neighboring department, although we were used to noisy neighbors. This blow was so strong that it caused all the walls of our room to rumble. None of us meant anything, since we were already used to different types of people and places.

2:17 Because of how often we moved, we simply thought that the person on the other side of the wall was probably upset by the noise we made and that' s why he had hit her as a warning or something like that. During the first week we realized something more strange. Although the hit on the wall was never repeated. We began to notice that a lot of hair appeared throughout the house. At first they were just strands here and there, but then we found whole balls of hair or large amounts under the beds. Every time we cleaned, the strange thing was that the hair was extremely long and very black. In short, it could not belong to any of us.

3:05 Mom had very short hair and even though my sister had it long, it was from a clear coffee, so it was impossible for all that hair loss to be out of her. This started to be very strange, both for Mom and for us. But by not being able to find a logical explanation, we were simply cleaning everything up. Even Mom made a rule that we couldn' t open any windows, that she didn' t have a mosquito net and that we should never leave the door open. I remember that during our first months on the spot we never saw much movement in the apartment next door. In fact, we didn' t even see anyone get out of there. If it weren' t for the occasional noises we were hearing, we might have thought it was empty There was a restaurant that, if one of its waitresses didn' t arrive, called more mom to cover those shifts. It was always at night and on one occasion when Mom took a couple of night shifts, we had become friends with some children who lived at the end of the street, whose father also worked as a watchman and they invited us to watch a movie at home. So, knowing that Mom wouldn ' t be back until late, we accepted by the time we got back to the Neighborhood, it was about eleven o' clock at night, we were walking quietly to our apartment to go to bed before Mom came back.

4:35 That' s when we saw the person who lived next to us. She was too old, she looked at her bent posture and also because she used a walking stick. But that wasn' t the strange thing. The strange thing was that he had a black hair, too black considering his advanced age. It was more than reasonable for him to have hair and ern of gray hair, but this was not the case. I really don' t know if he painted his hair or anything like that, but at that point I could only think that that hair didn' t seem to be from that body. But, if that were not enough, that hair was not normal either.

5:20 It was too long. She had about thirty centimeters being dragged down the floor as she climbed the stairs, although this one did not look dirty, but quite the opposite. He was as clean and silky as the rest. In case this entire description is not enough, both my brothers and I can make it true that that old woman was coming out cold. While we were walking to our house down the street, we felt nothing cold, but barely looking at it we could feel our whole body starting to cool down. With only his presence, we were petrified at the foot of the ladder. None of us had the courage to start climbing, at least not until that old lady was no longer there. Finally, when the old lady was upstairs, she turned down. Looking at us after several months, we were able to see his face, although it was a little covered. So much hair that he had yet we could clearly see his eyes of a rather strange color.

6:30 Grises looked at all three of us for a couple of seconds before turning back and moving on. We didn' t dare climb the stairs until we heard his apartment door close somehow. I have always felt somewhat responsible for what happened, although I was just a child and at that age there is little sense of congruence. I just feel like I had to act differently. Perhaps if I had, the story would have taken a completely different course, since the next morning I was the one who was responsible for spreading the news to all the children in the neighborhood, and this situation quickly spread. Suddenly. All the children nearby knew it and very soon many of them challenged themselves to peek through the windows of the so- called Witch, although none of the brave ones who dared to do so actually managed to see absolutely nothing. As I said before, the windows were covered by thick black curtains that did not allow any kind of natural light to pass into the Women' s department. I remember for several weeks. The issue of the witch between me and my friends was so recurring that it was practically spoken daily. We were wondering what kind of curses she could throw or whether she was responsible for any missing pet posters we saw stuck anywhere on the street. And to be completely honest, I

8:03 loved all the attention I was getting. I told them how much of her hair appeared in my house almost every day, and that made everyone want to go to my house to check for themselves. I even started getting a weight to get in. Everything got out of control very quickly and without realizing it. There were a lot of kids there to make jokes about that witch. At first, the jokes were too innocent. They consisted of walking as close to their apartment as possible and shouting the word witch only to then rush out of there and hide in my apartment. But the jokes didn' t end there. They gradually climbed, seeing that no one came out when they said those words, we started knocking on the door first once or twice just to run out immediately as when we did that, we hid behind huge pots and sometimes, if we could see from a safe distance, as that woman opened the door, but never could see anyone. That only made all the children confirm my story of the witch, since now they had seen her with her sad eyes and long hair, which, clearly in our childish mind, was indicative of that woman being a witch. I remember clearly that when the knocks

9:35 were no longer enough for us, we started throwing stones at her every time that woman looked out the door. They weren' t big stones, they were just little stones we threw at her while we called her a witch. And although I would like to say that I never participated in those things, the reality is that I was the one who usually encouraged everyone, as for example, on one occasion I had seen a movie in which the witch was melted with a little water, and this seemed like a great idea I remember that, with the help of my neighbor, who had a water gun, I proposed this wonderful IDEA to her. My sister told me that I shouldn ' t do that, that it wasn' t right, but I didn ' t listen to any of her advice and followed my plan. By that time, almost none of the children dared to knock on the door, as that old woman had begun to open almost instantly that our fists were knocking on her door and she had even seen some people walk away and, in addition to shouting at them, some curses said that the old woman had gone to talk to her mothers. After that, I wanted to carry out my plan at all costs. I convinced my little brother that he was the one to touch and then to run away so that in this way he could wet the witch and get rid of her evil once and for all. At first, my little brother didn' t want to do it, but after a while

11:09 I managed to convince him and we started carrying out the plan. While I was hiding behind some pots waiting for my brother to do his part, my sister was next to me reminding me that it would be best not to do anything, but it was too late. My little brother knocked on the door and, to his misfortune, barely gave the first knock that woman opened the door in one blow, as if she were already waiting for that. At that time, all the children we were looking at panicked, as that long - haired woman took my brother from her arm without letting go and shook him very abruptly. Quickly arming myself with false courage, I took that water gun and started spraying the old lady' s face. He released my brother and he almost immediately entered the apartment. For the first time, that woman saw exactly the face of the three of us, who had been making life impossible for several weeks now. The three of us feel so scared that we' re already out playing all day. We just stayed locked in our room, thinking that the witch would tell our mother what we did to her or worse, like she could throw some curse at us. That woman' s reprisals were much worse. I will never forget that during that night, when I finally managed to completely fall asleep, I began to dream something very strange.

12:41 I was running in some kind of maze, but that wasn' t the scariest thing in the dream. The scariest thing was that I was running because a giant ball of black hair was behind me and, besides, I could hear as if a woman' s whispers came out and were from inside all that tangle of hair. As much as I was trying to run away, it just wasn' t possible at some point. I was totally cornered in the maze and suddenly, as that ball of hair came closer and closer, I could see between this round gray eyes staring at me, I knew that it did catch me. I' d just become part of that hairball I was about to get caught. When I finally managed to wake up my nightmare, I was just about to start, as I quickly realized that what I had woken up had not been the dream. In itself I was listening to noises and those noises were nothing but my younger brother, who was coughing in a really desperate way, as if he was completely short of air. I wanted to go ask my mother for help, but at that time I realized it wasn' t even midnight yet. My mother had not yet returned from her night shift. I approached my brother to see what was happening to him.

14:09 My sister said she might be choking with her own saliva, but the reality was much scarier. When we turned on the light, we could see that my brother had a mouth full of hair, long black hair that seemed to be in his throat. As much as we started throwing to get them out. It just came out more and more. It took about two minutes to get all the hair out of his mouth. It was really too gross to see the huge amount of hair inside him. We breathed relieved, but seconds later we realized that this tangle of hair was starting to move. It was almost as if he had his own life and he started rolling out of the room. Although I have memories of how I went to check to see where I was going, I only managed to see how it slipped under the door. I didn' t dare open the door to check any more.

15:11 And after that day, the hair problem got worse. While hair could become a problem before all that madness broke loose, it was just lying in some parts of the house. Ever since that long- haired old lady had seen us. Now the hair was literally everywhere. Every thing that came into our house automatically had to have hair. It didn' t matter if they were closed packages like cereal or frying. You could literally finish buying them at the store and if you went into the house and opened them, you could see too much hair inside them entangled. Among your food, all your hair was exactly the same, long and black also in the shower, while you rinsed your head, you could feel like between your fingers, you started to have hair that clearly couldn' t be yours. I have a clear memory of how. While my mother didn' t want to worry us, she was also fully aware that that wasn' t normal. I have memories of several priests blessing our house and people making clean. Absolutely none of that served.

16:30 I have always believed that, in addition to never telling my mother directly what had happened, the reason we didn' t move quickly was because of economic reason and also because of the simple fact that nothing ever happened to my mother. Particularly serious only our house that was getting full of hair. In the case of my brothers and I, the situation was completely different. We could wake up at midnight being suffocated because our hair was getting into our mouths or noses That was something that started to happen so often that it became relatively normal to fix. On another occasion, while I was sleeping, I heard between dreams how my younger brother was screaming at the opening of his eyes, those screams kept ringing, so when I turned both I and my sister looked horrified as I was stuck to the wall tied with hair. It was like the hair was trying to pull him into the other apartment. At the same time as we heard that macabre laughter from a woman on the other side. All this happened when our mother had the night shifts, so she really never found out what was going on. I remember we even tried to slip a little paper under the door of the Witch' s house to ask her for an apology. This was of no use, as these events continued to take place.

18:00 Eventually, our mother couldn' t cope with the fact that so much hair appeared in the house for no specific reason, and she got another place to move us. And even though until a year ago he managed to get a job stable enough that we could finally stay in a house. Our mother doesn' t know everything we' ve been through in that neighborhood. Only she tells the story as something very strange that happened there, always referring to the hair. But none of us ever wanted to tell him what we did. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández