Pude Ser Poseída Por Un Demonio Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 During the time when I was a child, there was an event that marked my life for at least several years, where I did not have so much ability to understand what had happened. I lived next to my parents and my two brothers. I was the youngest in the family. My parents were able to buy land in a colony that was barely emerging. It was not fractional, nor were the spaces to be built delimited. Many families arrived in the same way as ours, just with a room and a bathroom, and they were going to inhabit it. As the colony was barely growing, there were parts that were very desolate without any construction, although that was not the problem, because the people we lived there maintained a good relationship. Soon after I was living in that place. There came a family with many children. Among them was a girl my age, with whom I soon made friends to Mar and also liked to play with me. We became great friends. Half a block from our house there was a park that was made up of very tall pine trees and with its ground floor, had nothing but the church in the center and the rest were pines and more pines, all the same. I was often going to play with my friend Mar and the park. I remember my dad swinging us out of my house. We had a pyrul tree where we spent hours playing at night we could go out and play. It was

1:37 a time when there was not as much insecurity as the Hague today. We were free to walk in the street until after eight o' clock at night. We played among all the street boys and girls, without the need for my parents to take care of us. When it was time to get in the house, my mom came out to tell me it was time to go to bed. Very often we were going to play in the park, especially when my sea friend got a bike. Between the two of us we taught each other how to use it. That time I barely managed to keep the balance on the bike. I left the other side of the park when I came back to see my friend, who could ride the bike without falling.

2:20 She wasn' t there anymore It was strange enough that she went home without telling me anything. I thought he was somewhere else in the park. I kept walking around on my bike while I was looking for her, I went all over the park without finding her. After a while of yelling at him without getting an answer, I went back to Mary' s house. When I arrived with her mom, I gave her my friend' s bike. She asked me where she was. Mary replied that she had no longer been found in the park. That' s why I came back to give him back his bike. I am still very aware of how the expression changed My friend' s mother She went right in to ask her children to help her find her. I still didn' t understand what was going on. Mary ' s mom asked me to go home, took the bike and went out to find my friend. As soon as I got home, I told my mom what had happened to her right away. She went to the sea mom and we found her in the park looking for her. That' s what it' s for. It' s been over an hour and my friend didn' t show up. Neighbors began to organize to look for her from different parts. Very close to the colony there was an industrial zone, there were many wastelands and several companies everywhere. Along with my mom, I accompanied her to find my friend. We went through that area, crossed a wide paved street and walked aimlessly. The weeds and wild grass of the wastelands were very grown, precisely because they had no owner and there was no one to

3:50 cut it. I was the one who first heard a noise in the grass. I told my mom there was someone there. When he also heard it, he gave me a finger sign to keep quiet. Little by little we got into the tall grass. There was Mary, a man had her hands on his neck. As soon as he saw us, he left her and went after my mom, he ventured her and fell from behind. The man didn' t give time to think about anything. She ran away I approached my friend. It was completely frosty, with lost eyes and purple lips. I shook her frantically and my mother approached me and set me aside. He also tried to get her to react. She shook her as she cried out, although Mari did not react. It was a few moments that I lived them as eternal I felt like I was losing my friend. Until that moment I had no understanding of what death was, although it hurt me to see the sea and in that state I have never been able to forget his eyes looking towards nothingness. That look is already dull and his face is purple.

4:58 I didn' t know for how long I was my friend without knowing what to say or what to do I saw her purple nails and her hair full of dry leaves. I just remember how I felt when my mom pulled me by the arm, made me get up. I didn' t want to separate myself from my friend, but she dragged me almost away. We left immediately to tell their parents. My mom didn' t know how to tell them. All I heard was his mother' s sore cry. It got really bad. She had to be taken away by the paramedics because she couldn ' t get out of shock. Then everything became blurry. I hardly have any memories of what happened. Right away. I just saw myself at the funeral home watching my friend' s body. I couldn' t conceive that she was inside the coffin. It didn' t seem like a nightmare either what I felt was very strange what happened to me all the time. I was at the side of my friend' s body. I didn' t realize the time until my mom came and grabbed my arm. He asked me to stand out. I didn' t want to, but I didn' t say anything either. I walked away from the place. It was very strange what happened with my friend Mary. Although we lived in a quiet colony, we had never heard anything like this happen. It was also a time when the media were very limited, so my friend' s news never went beyond the relatives and neighbors we met. In the evenings. I woke up

6:29 bewildered because I dreamed of her as when she was alive and we got on the bike. We were always doing the same thing together. When I came out of the dream, I realized that everything was an illusion. It took me time to fall asleep again because it was so real that I fell asleep. Remembering my friend one night. I remember her very well, because it was a rainy season. When I began to fall asleep, the sky was constantly flashing. I really liked falling asleep listening to the water fall on the roof of my house and on the streets. I didn' t know when a whisper woke me up. Someone called me by my name Annie. I woke up abruptly. I wanted to light the lamp in my room, but there was no electric light. The whole street was in complete darkness. I was stuck in my bed pretending to sleep when again I heard more clearly saying my name again. Nothing else happened. I was waiting for a long time for them to talk to me again and if it hadn' t really been a dream. It was my friend who was talking to me, since she was the only one who said that to me. The next day I tried to tell my mom what had happened to me, even though she was in a hurry with my brothers. One of them had shown him a report of misconduct. She was so angry she didn' t even hear me talking to her. I left the matter unfinished, but I was almost certain that my friend had visited me. I couldn' t keep thinking about what had happened

8:01 to me. I got ready to go to school at night. I didn ' t remember the previous dream anymore. I listened to my mom She had told me it was normal for me to dream about her and to listen to her I had so little to have died. So at night I went to sleep very early. You could only hear the rain outside. When I was completely asleep. I dreamt about my friend. This time it was different, I saw it thinner and paler. Her hair was longer mari reached out to me, I felt her cold hand when she took me to another place. He told me he wanted to show me something only to me he trusted me.

8:43 That' s why it appeared to me in my dreams, because otherwise they wouldn' t allow it. I was on a narrow, dark road. In the distance you could see something moving. It was like there was a person. She asked me to shut up. I had the feeling that I was falling into a completely dark bottomless abyss. That' s when I woke up agitated. I was trying to believe that everything had been a dream, but there was something in my hand. They were my friend' s earrings, as it was possible that I had them if I clearly saw them in the coffin were her favorite. It was definitely the sign that she wanted to say something to my mom. I didn' t have the confidence to tell you about Mary' s earrings anymore. He wanted to take me to the doctor because he said that I was going crazy and that everything that happened to me was delusional. I was just waiting for the fortnight to arrive so I could take me to the doctor, so I didn' t tell him anything anymore. I' d rather he thought he was all right. At school. There was talk of people going to the park performing satanic rituals.

9:46 I had no idea what they meant, but I was very curious. I heard that every Friday at the end of the month, when there was a full moon, several young people and teenagers gathered to do so, so I waited to see what it was all about. That Friday I left early in the park. As soon as it started getting dark, my mom sent me to look with my brother. There were still traces of my friend' s death. I was no longer allowed to walk alone in several places, although we did not realize again that something similar happened to another child like Marie. In the distance, I noticed in the darkness that a small fire was lit.

10:26 With difficulty I could hear the murmur of some prayers or prayers. I came a little closer to see what it was like hiding behind a crouching bench so they wouldn' t notice my presence. I saw a boy pull out of a sack a black cat, which moved desperately as if he realized they had taken him. I had no idea what they were going to do to him until I noticed he was thrown into a fire while he was still alive. It was horrible to see the poor animal suffer. I covered my eyes so as not to see such a sacrifice. The boys, laughing with laughter, went on with the ritual. I didn' t fully understand what they were praying. I only heard when they mentioned Beelzebub' s name. Nothing unusual happened, though. Except for the poor cat who had died, they continued to worship the devil. Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder made me jump. I thought it was one of the boys who had discovered me, but it wasn' t them. It was my brother who was looking for me, because my mom had asked him. He started pulling my hand so we could leave, but I asked him for a few more minutes to see what was going on. I couldn' t believe that kind of cult really did. Effect. I only noticed from the darkness a large, dark being who appeared. It was both the fear that gave my brother and me that we ran out of there. It was an adrenaline rush that I felt moved me to run fast. When we turned around on the street where we lived,

12:03 I stopped because I felt like I was short of breath. My brother asked me what that was and why I was in that place. I didn ' t even answer I felt as confused and scared as he did. Only when I was able to calm down did I tell her that I had done it because I needed answers. Every day I dreamed of my friend Mary and wanted to see if there was any way to help her at that time, at the age she was. I could not understand that I was in danger by doing such a thing, but in my desperation to help my friend, because I thought she wanted to tell me something. I put it that way.

12:43 That night was the first time I had an encounter with the devil. I stopped dreaming about my friend to give way to evil apparitions. First it all started with a smell of being deep asleep, an unpleasant scent. He got me out of my dream. I searched among my parts if any of my clothes or the objects that had been the cause of such a stink, but nothing around me was right for that ugly smell. I opened the window so that the atmosphere in my room would be cleaned a little bit. I can say it served a little, but not enough for the smell to go away completely. So I was for several nights, one day in the morning that I fell asleep. My mom came in to wake me up so I wouldn' t be late for school. Not sleeping well at night. I was wreaking havoc on my responsibilities. He immediately covered his nose. He scolded me for not roasting my room in a regular way. I told him that ' s not why it was spoiled. I was inside my room I had already searched without finding the origin of such a smell. The next weekend, my mom started with me to sort out the room. We moved the furniture to grill under them. We took all my clothes out of the closet.

13:58 We didn' t find anything. No or normal. Now I think that by moving all things, the negative energy that was in my room disappeared because after cleaning my room carefully that smell disappeared. The following nights I was able to sleep more calmly. The unpleasant smell was gone and I almost didn' t dream of my friend Mary anymore. With the passing of days he began to accept his death. I began to forget about the rituals they performed in the park. However, I never knew if it was coincidence or a strange force took me back to that place. At the end of the month I was playing with one of my brothers with the ball in the park. My dad had bought a new ball from my brother in the house. My mom had already scolded us for playing inside and the last time we played on the street, the ball went to a neighbor' s house and we broke the glass. My mom took care of the expenses but we were already forbidden to play there, so we stayed longer playing in the park. My brother was the cousin who realized the candlelight and the fire. Without thinking about it.

15:03 We went immediately to see already we knew more or less what it was about, but curiosity led us again to witness what the young people were doing. Almost the same thing happened on this occasion. The euphoric youths spoke to a being in a special way because they mentioned the name Belzebú. My brother and I were behind a cement bench because of the darkness everywhere. The boys didn ' t notice our presence because the park wasn' t lighted yet. The ritual continued but almost screamed. When I saw that they were wearing a dog tied with a bow to lay clothes, the poor animal was so scared that he barked and tried to attack anyone near him. It was strange how the boys behaved, because instead of being afraid of the poor doggy, they laughed loudly, but it was an annoying laugh. The animal defended itself as it could, but then began to howl in a way that made me cry.

16:04 The poor dog had the same fate as the cat last time. That occasion was so marked that it still pains me to remember. That moment I don ' t know how to explain what that poor dog lived. We couldn' t take that scene anymore. My brother pulled me by the hand to get us out of the place because I was petrified without moving or doing anything. Although I found what I saw horrible, I kept doing it. I could only react when I saw that a figure without a body was beginning to ascend from the fire. It was as if the smoke of the fire was transforming into a person. The moment I saw that scene, I couldn' t take it anymore. He trembled at the fear he had and the impression he had received because the poor dog kept howling in pain. My brother got so scared like me, he took me by the hand all the time We ran away, although as much as he ran, he had the feeling that someone was coming after us. I didn' t say anything, but I think my brother felt the same, too, because my hand was so tight that it hurt. But it was more painful the feeling I had for the puppy, because in the distance we kept hearing it without stopping. My brother kept pulling my hand. When I thought I was a little further away, I turned back I saw how that dark being was still formed from the smoke of the fire. We didn' t stop running when we got to the street where we lived. Just until we were outside our house, we stopped tired

17:36 and almost breathless. That' s when I saw in my brother the fear reflected on his face. We didn' t even talk. Surely I looked the same or worse than him, because he kept trembling in fear for what he lived. Before entering the house. My brother told me not to say anything to my mom because we were forbidden to go so far from the house, especially if it was at night, so we stayed out for a while trying not to notice our fear. But before we did, my mom left to pick us up, because it was too late. We ran with luck, because there were still boys and girls playing on the street, so my mom thought our agitation was due to the game. Without saying anything else, we got in the way. I didn' t even want dinner. I felt the smell of the dog burning the least I wanted was to taste food.

18:32 Surely, my brother also had the same feeling, because he didn' t want to taste a bite either. It was hard for me to fall asleep. All the images of the ritual came to my mind. However, there was a time when I fell deeply asleep. It only served to make me dream again about my friend Marie, although it was a dream or a different nightmare, because I saw her walking through an open space where there were no houses. While she was walking. Suddenly he would stop and stretch out his hand to follow her. It was the first time I could see his face was very pale, with his eyes very sad. He wouldn' t tell me anything, but he could feel his sadness. As I got closer to her. His face was disfigured with elongated eyes and mouth. His hair began to erect behind him, rising a sinister shadow, just like the one that rose in the smoke of the fire. My friend opened her eyes and mouth disproportionately, while extending her hand to me. Suddenly I came out of the nightmare. He sweated cold and breathed with difficulty as if the smoke from the fire. Don' t let me breathe anything. She kept me from screaming because I was very scared, surely the fear that my mother would start questioning me what I had done and finding out that my brother and I had been present in a satanic ritual, or I could no longer sleep. I didn' t have a clock inside my room, so I didn' t

20:04 know what time it was. It was probably too late, because the street was quiet. I only heard dogs barking in the distance, which made me feel sorry for that poor dog. Little by little, my breathing was controlling, I stopped sweating cold and shaking scared. I lay down looking out the window. There was very little lighting. Only the moonlight allowed him to see a little out. I stayed in the same position for a long time. Suddenly I began to perceive a sound inside my room. I was not able to distinguish it well, because it was very little perceptible. I thought it was a cockroach that was in my shoes, but I didn' t try to check what the noise was about, as I was afraid of those animals.

20:51 But the sound continued and was annoying. My fear increased when I realized that the noise did not come from the floor, but from one of the walls of my room. Clearly I heard as if someone were on the other side I got up cautiously and put my ear on the wall The noise came from there, although I didn' t think my brother was awake because on the other side was his room. So that sound lasted for a long time until it stopped when the sunlight began to come out. As soon as I saw my brother, I told him I wasn' t making noise at night anymore. He was very upset about what he had slept very little with amazement.

21:32 He told me that he had heard the same thing and that he thought I was the one who had done it. I said no. At that moment I told him everything that happened to me. He also told me that he had dreamed of my friend. The strange thing was when he told me his dream was identical to what I had dreamed. That' s when we realized something wasn' t right. It wasn' t normal that we both dreamed the same thing. It was like someone or something had induced that nightmare. Without saying anything. We both looked at each other with fear. Our eyes spoke for themselves. My brother was the first to tell me that was really weird. We couldn' t keep talking because my mom interrupted us.

22:12 He told us it was time to go to school. The next night the same thing happened again. Only the noises began to be louder and more perceptible, so much so that there was a moment when three dry blows were heard on the wall as if they had hit it with a stone. My brother immediately went to my room. He was, like me, shaking with fear. He stayed to sleep with me between the two of us we gave courage and we could fall asleep, although the next day, when we talked about what we dreamed, our dreams coincided in a sinister way in which my friend Mary appeared and that being we did not dare to say anything to my mom just for a few days, but then we could no longer, since each night was the same and the nightmares were more disturbing. The worst thing happened when we began to confuse the dream with reality, because I had the vision of seeing that bodyless being behind my window that night, also full moon strangely I was not dreaming anything. When something awoke me suddenly it was when I saw through the window that bodyless being astonishing I could only see his eyes, because the rest were still like black steam. On the side of him I saw the face of my friend Mari It was so much the fear I had that I screamed very loudly. My parents immediately entered to see what was happening.

23:40 Tartamuding them I pointed towards the window. I told them Maria was there. They snuck out of the window. Obviously, they couldn' t see anything. They closed the curtains and took me to sleep with them, but I slept very little. All the time I had in mind the face of my friend and of that sinister being, I woke up abruptly screaming. My parents decided to take action on it. First they took me to a doctor, but he told them that I needed a psychologist and if necessary, going to a psychiatrist didn' t know how to tell my parents that what was happening to me was not a doctor thing. I tried to do it. I asked my brother to help me tell them everything we had seen in the park and what happened to us later, when we told them all the facts, they both kept thinking. I thought we were gonna get scolded, but it didn' t happen that way. However, against everything we told them, they decided to take me to a psychologist. I can tell you that coming with the specialist helped you to have the confidence to tell him everything he dreamed and the fear he still had before the possibility that the soul of my sea friend would be with the sinister being. But it didn' t help to make the nightmares go away, even so that she could be calm.

24:56 The last night I dreamt of my friend, I felt it so real that even now I perceive it as an extraordinary fact in which I believe there is a whole mystery after death and that, depending on the case in which a person dies his soul, he may be in different places from the hereafter. I had been dreaming about that lens and my friend for several nights, although in a way I was coping with it because of the therapy and advice the doctor gave me. But that night was my friend' s worst manifestation, because I clearly felt when she touched me, woke up the cold feeling and was that she was present with her sad face. He asked me for help, although he did not tell me anything else, because behind her was the same sinister being who was beginning to acquire a face and a body. I did not yet acquire the whole body, but I began to notice that my friend' s body was beginning to become translucent, while that being was beginning to have more body. On another occasion I would have shouted very loudly, but the panic had gripped me and I couldn' t it was so much my fear and my fear that everything got stuck in my throat. I kept seeing her as she was blurry. It didn' t last long, as if my brother realized what was happening, he opened the door, which made everything disappear, although my room was frozen with a strange smell. I hugged my brother as soon as I could cry. He was like in catharsis, without me asking him any questions. He told me that he began to perceive

26:27 the same smell in his room and did not know what prompted him to enter my room. Deep down, I think we were both terrified and although neither of us could do anything about it, we infused security. The next day was Saturday, so we didn' t have to get up early. My mom was surprised when she came into my room and saw us sleeping together. He sat on the side of the bed asking for an explanation. While he was caressing our heads. He was pleased to see the manifestation of brotherhood that he saw in us. My brother couldn' t take it anymore and told him everything, although I thought it wouldn' t be much help. However, he paid close attention to us. She told me that she too had noticed the smell of the noises. He even saw a shadow moving around the house. He told us he' d find a way to do something about it. I don' t know exactly what my mom was thinking of doing, but it was a great relief to realize that she did believe us.

27:27 I didn' t understand what my mom did back then. I only saw a woman come to the house every week and make cleaning prayers as she said. He also led a priest to bless the house and did another series of things, such as hanging amulets everywhere, watering water, blessed every day. The presence of that being almost completely disappeared. And I say almost because from time to time I came to perceive that less strong smell but I was present in the same way I heard that sound on the walls. What took the longest to leave was the recurring dreams I had with Mary. They were different because she appeared alone without that being but with infinite sadness in her eyes.

28:15 Over time, they became blurred. I could never know if it was because my friend' s soul was starting to find the right way or because I grew up and she started communicating less with me when I was older and I looked for an explanation of everything that happened. There were different views. Some called me a liar, others were controversial, but the interpretation that became more congruent to me was that, after the death of my friend Mary and coincide with the satanic rituals that were performed in the park. The demon appeared because of the animal sacrifice that the boys made, but that he concentrated on me, because of my weakness, because of the loss of my best friend and that, being a child, he tried to possess me. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas