Recopilación De Brujas Despiadadas Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The school witch. My name is Francis and for no less than fifteen years I have been teaching. I am a master of plastic arts at a renowned Catholic school in Guadalajara, Jalisco. I know all kinds of stories in schools, the typical story of the girl who drowned in the bathroom and now appears in the last bathroom, or the story that the school was built directly on an old cemetery. Currently, I don' t think all these stories are lies, because every legend has its origin and knowing which story is real or not very difficult. In addition, the urbanization in its beginnings simply appropriated the spaces. Thus we have the origin of the first neighborhoods, which often belonged to some old monastery or building of the Viceroyalty, which were simply used to function as schools. I can assure you that the account I want to share today is a hundred percent real, as I lived it in my own flesh.

1:14 When I finished my relationship with his motto, I thought I couldn' t live any longer and it was the longest relationship I' ve ever had and left me in deep emotional misery. This unfortunate mood forced me to consume alcohol too much every afternoon. As soon as I got out of my last class, I was headed home to read and get drunk. A friend of mine named Roberto tried to get me out of this state of misery and started taking me with him to the gym and riding a bike. He also told me about a project he was working on in the municipality of Zapopan. The project tried to retake several buildings that had been forgotten and one of them was a primary school that had been abandoned for at least a decade. He had already taken up the space to offer classes to the people of the colony in which he was located. He offered classes in art, dance, music and regularization at the secondary level. He offered to work there during the afternoons and weekends. He thought the more busy he found me, the less time he ' d have to suffer. So I agreed to join your project. The school was located on a corner in a fairly old colony near the basilica of Zapopan, just at the foot of a high ground was not very large.

2:40 It would have just about seven rooms plus the address, the bathrooms and two playgrounds. One of these was located down the crest by a few steps. The land was quite dangerous and it did not explain to me to which architect. In his right mind he would have come up with the great idea of putting a playground down there, because, apart from the steep stairs, just one side ran a stream. Either way, we didn' t have access to that school area. Only three halls had been rehabilitated and the direction of one of those halls, as it was quite large, was divided by a rock wall. In this room. I' d be teaching painting and drawing classes for teenagers I' d be sharing the living room next door with a singing teacher. Soon I began to meet the students. It' s a little complicated to get to control a group where ages vary a lot, in addition to being all from different schools and being at such a difficult stage as adolescence, it was a challenge to be able to keep them focused on drawing or painting techniques, but little by little I gained them. One day while I was teaching how to prepare oil to paint, I heard screams outside as if they were beating a student. Since we had no prefects, I decided

4:11 to leave immediately to see what was happening. Then I found that four boys were bothering one I didn' t recognize as my pupil was fifteen years old. They were dragging him into one of the closed baths. I defended the child, which cost me because the children who bothered him did not stop before my authority and, on the contrary, one of them challenged me. I practically took the kid away from them and warned them if they didn' t stop, I' d kick them out of school. But that' s not how they calmed down. They told me that they didn' t care, because they were there because their parents forced them to go. That' s where the music teacher came out and the two of us calmed down.

4:57 I think this man had more tority issues than I did. The point is, he took the bullies and I took the kid they were bothering. Talking to him, he told me the boys wanted to lock him up in the closed bathroom and that would cost him his life. I was curious about this last comment. I told him that even when it was the case, I would have listened to him myself and could take him out to what he said to me that I didn' t really know what was going on in that bathroom. I asked him to tell me, but he didn' t want to tell me anything anymore. I sent the boy back to his class. At the end of the classes, when everyone left, I asked Roberto to leave me for a while at school, as I wanted to finish a personal job. Roberto told me he was fine, but to try not to disturb the family who cared for the school. I had no knowledge that people lived in school until then, but it was strange for me that someone wanted to live in such a grim place. I kept my things and then went to the closed bathroom, for I was somewhat intrigued to know what was so scary about the boy. The bathroom had six cubicles and two washbasins. The floor was one of those classics in the old Guadalajara of yellow paintings. At the

6:28 bottom I saw a huge rock, approached it and noticed that it covered a well. On the walls we could read some graffiti that looked more like satanic symbols than anything else. In one, in particular, they had shaped the figure of a girl into a well. I thought I heard a cry under the stone. It was a matter of a few seconds when I heard someone knocking on the entrance door of the bathroom. The sound startled me and I turned quickly towards the door. There was a woman no more than thirty years old. He was accompanied by two dogs, one black and the other coffee.

7:09 She showed up as the watchman' s daughter. At that time I looked at her well, she had grey eyes and, although her skin looked somewhat careless, she was seen with very beautiful features. I presented myself as Roberto' s art teacher and friend. I told him I was about to leave, but I wanted to inspect that school area, because I didn' t know the whole place yet. At that time, the woman told me that it was best to keep that bathroom tightly closed, because in the past more than two tragedies had occurred, because under that stone there was a well that assured me it was deep enough for whoever fell to die When I crashed into the floor, I approached and saw that the stone did not cover the well in its entirety. I decided to leave that place to talk. I asked the girl her name and the name of her pets. She was called Marisela and her dogs were called Sparkle and Flame. Marisela told me that she lived with her father, that they both took care of the school and slept in a little house by the cliff. I thanked Marisela for her attention and invited her to take one of my painting classes. She said she would do her best to come, but in the afternoons she worked doing the toilet in a house. I closed the school and went home thinking about the misfortunes that would have happened in that bathroom. I imagined the same story I had heard

8:43 so many times about the girl drowned in a well and now appearing in the bathrooms. The next afternoon, my car broke down and I had to move by bus. As the bus terminal was crossing the ravine, I had to climb the crest on one side where there were very steep steps. Just when I was halfway there, I ran into an older man. It looked like it was about 70 years old. I was lying on the floor. It smelled like urine and alcohol. The man said inconsistencies, he even seemed to cry. I offered him help, because I thought he fell up the stairs.

9:24 I asked him if he wanted me to call an ambulance, but the man told me to help him get to school, which was the caregiver, but his drinks were out. I tried to lift him up and he immediately shook. He pulled me over the shoulder and said something very strange to me. He said he was lost, not so much because of alcohol, but he felt a terrible fear that the school would reopen, because according to him there was an evil that had already claimed several victims and would return that until that moment he had fought to keep him away, but that sometimes this evil clings strongly to the weakest souls and feared to have the enemy in his own home. I didn' t find any sense in his words. Besides, I thought anything I said would just be raving caused by his alcohol level.

10:18 I helped that man enter the school and as he went up, he continued to say inconsistencies. When we got to the door, I asked a couple of students to help him get home. Two boys who were neighbors of the school told me not to listen to the gentleman because the man was very drunk and didn' t even take good care of the school. Then they found him lying between the streets. That day I stayed late again. On this occasion, not because I asked, but because Roberto himself asked me to, and it was he who closed the halls well. But on that occasion he had to leave in a hurry. That day I had nothing but a class and the singing teacher was preparing a group for the state- level choir competition.

11:09 I didn' t want to waste my time and locked myself in the direction and started helping with the data capture of the students and organizing all the papers I found. I checked a piece of furniture that was rumbated. I couldn' t open it because it was one of those old furniture that needed a big key to be opened. Using a wire I found, I managed to open it. Inside came a smell like ammonia. I found several trades from a long time ago when school was a primary school. I also found a folder with several newspaper clippings. In each of the press reports, accidents related to the school could be read. At least I saw five cases in which the accident ended with an unfortunate death. In particular, I was struck by a rather morbid photo showing the body of a ten- year- old girl. I noticed that at the bottom of the folder came a word written with down that said remnants. I' ve never heard or read such a word before. That' s where I heard steps in the hallway. So, as if I felt guilty of a trespassing offence, I blew everything up and slammed the furniture. At that time he came to the office. The music teacher just stopped by to say goodbye and tell me that he had already left his living room closed. I said goodbye to him just by signaling, and behind him was Marisela coming in, along with his two dogs. She

12:43 thanked me for helping her father come home in the afternoon. I told him it was nothing, but they should be more careful with him. But Marisela told me that she had already given up on her father, that both she and her grandmother had already tried a thousand remedies to stop her taking, but the lord no longer understood in any way. Then he offered me some coffee. I accepted it willingly. At that point he left and returned about twenty minutes ago. He had released the dogs running down the school halls. I don' t know why, but it occurred to me to ask Marisela if she didn' t know what a remnant was. Perhaps out of pure intuition to my surprise, if she gave me an explanation, she explained to me that a remnant was like a sort of image or, rather, an animation of the spirit of a person who was engraved in a place where he suffered trauma or even where he died. As he explained to me, this remnant was not the ghost, I could not hear or hear. He only repeated over and over again the moment he suffered. After giving me the explanation, he asked me why I doubted this word. I lied to him and told him that I had heard a singing student mention the word. She didn' t ask me any more questions. We drank the coffee and then I offered to ask her out on the weekend. Marisela told me she needed to check

14:16 her schedule, but that was very likely. I noticed something strange in his eyes, because on this occasion they did not look grey, but dark. Although I did not pay much attention to him, at that time I thought I might have been wrong to notice his eyes for the first time and believe they were grey. Besides, I didn' t feel so hypnotic at the time. I closed everything and said goodbye to Marisela. The day after I returned to work, a student told me that in the evening I had seen a girl at the windows facing the street. According to him, the girl invited him to play with her. He thought the girl was a relative of Marisela and Don Francisco, but after getting closer to her, he noticed that she was missing an eye and the skin of her face fell to pieces.

15:09 I told the boy that maybe it was all the work of his imagination, but he swore to me that it was not so, that what he saw was totally real and, moreover, it was not the first person that had seen the girl, because two other children who for a while were his neighbors had to see her and even one of them pulled his leg trying to get him through a sewer that leads directly to the school yard. I tried to convince the boys that all that was only the work of their imagination and that it was common to hear stories like that, especially in places as dark as school was, but that I could assure them that nothing unusual was happening in there, because I myself had stayed there late and had not seen or heard anything. Of course, this was really a lie, as I myself had begun to believe that something in school was not right. The boys told me they agreed with me, but there were things about the school I didn' t know, like what happened to Marisela' s mother. The last thing they said caused me a lot of intrigue, so I asked them to tell me everything they knew. The boys stared at each other, but in that came the master of regularization for them and before leaving, one of the boys approached me and told me that I recommended not to have much confidence with Marisela, because I had fame of Witch in the neighborhood. I tried to ask

16:45 them what they meant by Witch, but by that time the boy was gone all day. I made a great effort to teach, because I couldn’ t concentrate on my mind. I could only think of Marisela in the last class arrived. Marisela walked in with the boys and discovered that she was very talented in painting and drawing. At that time I noticed that if his eyes were grey apart, his gaze was deeper. I also noticed that he was wearing a necklace with a strange pendant that, if not because I am very observant, would have gone unnoticed. It was a kind of amulet, a hexagon with six blood- red pearls and several small diablite- like figures.

17:37 Marisela took no interest in his pendant, so he showed it to me, but he gave me no explanation. She just told me that it was a gift from her mother and, according to her, it was just a simple ornament. I drew this figure in a blog of notes that I always carry with me, because I did not believe that the figure was a simple ornament the details these among the pearls attached. Besides, it seemed made in bronze to be just a jewel. When the class was over, Marisela was gone without me noticing it. The boys said goodbye to me. Then Roberto came to talk to me. He told me that despite his efforts in this change of administration, he would withdraw support for the program and it was very likely that we would have to leave that school, but he was very pleased that I already looked much better in my mood and hoped that it would continue.

18:34 While we were talking, we saw a couple of guys running out of the living room. We went out to see who he was, because at that time no student should be in school anymore. Upon arrival we only saw a girl in a yellow dress who without any effort opened the bathroom door that was closed and came in throwing a laugh. We quickly approached and entered the bathroom inside there was no one, but next to the stone that covered the well we saw several drops of blood. Suddenly we heard that cry that I heard the first time I went into that bathroom. Roberto and I were watching.

19:15 Then I told him that the students had told me that they were freaking out at that school and that until recently I was beginning to believe in it. Roberto told me that he had also heard a story about a girl drowning in that well, but that until that moment he had not believed in these stories, although it seemed strange to him that a school like that had been left in oblivion. Just like that, and it was this abandonment signal that some tragedy happened there. We decided to assume we were following a ghost. We went out of the bathroom and closed it again. This time putting a new padlock. When we were closing school, we heard someone' s regret.

20:03 As soon as we get out on the street, we find Don Francisco. He bled out of his head and cried between Roberto and me. We tried to pick him up to see if we were taking him to the hospital. He got stiff and asked us not to take him inside the school, because he was afraid of the witch. I asked him what he meant by the witch, but the lord failed to answer, because at that moment Marisela appeared and took him inside the school. Marisela’ s behavior was strange to us, for we thought it best to take the poor man to the hospital, but ultimately it was not our responsibility. The next day I took the drawing of the amulet to a friend of mine who is a student of theology.

20:53 He knows a lot about symbols and that kind of thing. After analyzing my dib, he agreed with me that it was not a simple ornament, but an amulet used in Satanism. He asked me what I had seen him in and I told him that I had seen him to a girl I knew. He suggested not to have much confidence with that girl, as that type of talismans were only used by those sorcerers who use corpses for divination. I also told him about the remnant and he gave me the same explanation as Marisela, but he again mentioned his warning, for if he had found that name, coupled with several cases where people died, most likely someone was taking advantage of the energy of those remnants for their witchcraft. The day after I returned to school, I found that one of the two dogs had died. They had found him by the creek coming down the stairs. I saw the poor animal myself. He did not seem to have suffered an accident, for he had a huge cut in his belly. I found Marisela' s way of acting very strange, for she did not shed a single tear for the poor animal.

22:11 That day, after the vets took the dog, I kept checking the place where the poor dog had fallen and noticed something weird between the steps. It was an inscription with a man and a date of death. They had used the quarry of some tombstones to make the ladder. Strange things began to happen from that event. Even though all the children were in class, the blackboards fell from the walls, the lights lit themselves, and the worst of all was that all the children claimed to have seen a girl in a yellow dress who had no eyes or mouth. This was said by several children, even those who did not live near the school. These phenomena caused many children to stop attending. In the end, we only stay with about five children per living room. This led to the withdrawal of his budget. Roberto had one last week left to teach the few remaining students. One of them was the one who told me not to trust Marisela and in a moment I remembered that that time there was something he wanted to tell me, but for a matter of time, I could not use it to question him. Then she told me that it was said among the people that Marisela was a witch who had caused the death of her own mother and that she was to blame for Don Francisco' s alcoholism, that many people had seen her near the river

23:45 making a pact with a demon who seized her. I told the boy that I thought he had a great imagination and that demons didn' t exist. He insisted that it was true and that the best thing was wine, that he had no confidence. I told her that, anyway, we wouldn' t teach anymore and I wouldn' t see her again. That afternoon, while we kept everything, we heard screams in the closed bathroom. As we ' ve heard these kinds of sounds lately, but we' ve linked them to ghosts. We did not listen, but the sounds continued with greater force and several screams joined them. We approached to see what was happening and, to our surprise, someone had removed a bit the rock that covered the entrance to the well. We approached and although we saw nothing, because of the darkness of the place I recognized the voice as that of one of the boys I taught. At that point we returned for a lamp and a rope.

24:52 We lit up down there and saw the silhouette of one of the boys. He was asking us for help. He said the kids put him in and now he can' t get out. We tied the rope to one of the window protections and I went down the well so I could pull the boy out. Since I was downstairs. I felt a terrible itch in my nose and I saw nowhere the boy, whom I called several times without receiving an answer, which I told Roberto. That' s where I saw the girl in the yellow dress approach me. I was holding hands with someone else. She was a woman with gray hair, very tangled. He wore a crown made of barbed wire. She looked like a woman, but she had such a deformed face that I couldn' t recognize her face. I felt a fear so intense that it made the adrenaline run through my veins and climbed through the rope immediately. Roberto, who was panicking, was as scared as I was, for as I climbed, he looked at the pair of spectra that were beneath me. He helped me to his quickly, but down there we heard again like a boy. He asked us for help, but we thought it was all the work of those spectra that wanted to collect our souls.

26:11 Also as I left the bathroom, apart from closing it, I drew a cross at the entrance was Marisela. He looked at us in a very strange way. It seemed like something possessed her. He kept us out of the way and looked at us with threat. He seemed totally out of his mind. That' s where we heard Don Francisco' s screams. I immediately began to tell Marisela to let us pass, that we would go to see her father, but she did not answer. He just stared at us. I immediately headed to the courtyard where I had listened to Don Francisco. I found him badly hurt there. He had a series of marks made with a knife all over his body. We grabbed Francis and locked ourselves in with him in the direction. We called the ambulance, because the man, apart from the wounds, was delirious and had a fever. Marisela, on the other hand, showed erratic behavior. After half an hour the ambulance arrived, accompanied by a police patrol. They took Marisela to question her about her father' s condition. In her statement, Don Francisco said that Marisela was not his daughter because a witch had taken over her body, which was easy to notice, because she changed the color of her eyes when this happened, because she did not have gray eyes, but honey. Obviously, they did not believe

27:45 him and thought the testimony was part of a hallucination caused by his alcoholism. As for Marisela, she was treated in a psychiatric hospital where she was soon discharged. I never saw her again, and the last time I went through that old school, I noticed some city hall offices had been built. I wonder if evil will continue to dwell in the depths of the well, for it was indeed dangerous. Today, I think that all that happened was because of that evil that refused to die and sought a way to transform itself into something that was not considered dangerous as a child. This in order to attract more souls or remnants to feed the people. As the occasion of our fifth wedding anniversary, Gloria and I decided to travel to meet some villages of Zacatecas and Durango more than anything, we wanted to explore areas not so well known that were in semi- desert planes. And it is that, for some reason I have she and I have always felt fascination for ghost towns, but until that moment we never met one that was totally uninhabited, because, as a rule, ghost towns that are advertised in travel agencies have been restored and

29:17 there are always people who are aware, even there are those who continue to live in those places. So we met many beautiful places, but in each of them the same thing always happened. We were disappointed, therefore, even when they were abandoned places, there was always the impression that at least the vagrants lived there the same graffiti artists, of whom I do not explain how they do it to reach the most inhospitable places. We went into a crossroads near a village that was exactly what we were looking for. He was a man named Sergio, who told us that his grandfather was one of the last inhabitants, but that the place had been abandoned for no less than eighty years.

30:03 He told us that the place claimed to have been abruptly abandoned by a mercury leak in the water wells, which caused the deaths of several residents. Sergio did not remember the name of the town, but if the ranch on which his grandfather lived, which was called the burnt one, he told us that it was possible that on that ranch if there was at least one family living there, but if we approached the town, we would find no one. The indication to arrive was not very clear. He just told us to follow the road and be patient because the place was in the middle of nowhere.

30:47 We drove for more than noon and didn' t take the place. I felt quite desperate, because at that time of year the sun was very strong. We didn' t have a problem staying half- way to sleep. I was about to stop and turn around, because we really felt like we weren' t getting anywhere. We haven' t seen a sign in hours or ran into a car. I stepped aside and stopped. It was there that Gloria told me that to the left of the road she observed a huge white tower of a church. At that moment I thought I heard the sound of the bells far away. We got out of the car and walked to where that church was. The building, though in ruins, was still standing. Moreover, to my surprise, the sound of the bells was only the work of my imagination, as the tower was high, austere and empty.

31:48 We went into the building. We saw several benches stacked paintings still visible on its walls, although these had a certain strange appearance. It seemed as if someone had painted star- headed angels to several of the saints with horns and slightly threatening eyes. Passing the first nave of the temple, we came to where the altar should be this was made of wood, but someone had broken it in half and a bush of thorns that released some sort of sage sprouted. From the inside I made the mistake of touching this sage. It stuck to my skin and burned me as much as metallle against my clothes.

32:30 The sage was not taken from me, Gloria. He told me that was known as the devil' s root, but he didn' t warn me in time not to catch it. I washed myself with some water and the burning decreased. We continued to explore and found very narrow stairs leading up to the tower, where the bell of the place where it was placed should be. The bell was only hanging a thick chain attached to a rotten wood shaft that would appear to collapse at any moment. I got out of the tower and Gloria left the temple to admire the architecture and take some photographs. I was barely leaving the temple when Gloria called me to show me something. In the entrance arches of the temple were read some symbols that had nothing to do with the church. Rather they gave the appearance of being of those who use in sorcery and satanism. I told Gloria that also the paintings inside the temple seemed too rare to me. When we came down from the hill on which the temple was rising, we noticed a road and to the distance we saw several houses. We went back by the car and on the way, we found a house with a cow and a horse. We stopped and I got out of the car. Then suddenly a man came out pointing a rifle.

33:58 I was scared, but I told him that we were just looking for an abandoned town, that we just wanted to take a couple of pictures and leave. The man told us that if we did, he recommended that we leave before dark then under the gun and told us that the town was right away. After climbing a hill, we had to leave the car and continue on foot. We went up the hill and then we saw the town. It was a group of between ten and fifteen houses, most of them collapsed by the passage of time and beyond all the houses, in the form of a small castle with a tower, the remains of an old hacienda were seen.

34:42 We checked a couple of houses that were still almost whole. One of them seemed to have functioned as a shop, as there were soda containers and cans of food. We also found a lot of veterinary medicine. The second house we checked was a bigger one. We found more veterinary medicines, syringes, and a couple of books that looked like sorcery. When we were going through those books, we heard the sound of the bell. This time Gloria also heard it, so I could no longer think that the sound had only been the product of my imagination. Minutes later we heard some footsteps on the ground and it seemed to us that something ran to hide in some bushes. Although we checked the scrub and saw no one, I began to feel observed.

35:36 We also did not mean that the sound was provoked by a ghost bell, because the idea seemed ridiculous to us, but we thought that perhaps very close there was another church with a bell. It was even possible that within the farm there could be some small chapel that still maintained its campaign and this was operated either by the air or by someone who lived there. We then walked towards the hacienda. But another path caught our attention. It was a road that gave a hill not so high, it had rails and approaching us, we could see what it was about the remains of a mine. We got a couple meters inside. We saw some salt blocks and various types of quartz.

36:25 We also found some old machinery. I thought it would be better to return, because exploration in abandoned mines is not a very good idea, especially when exploring an abandoned place like that, because in case of a collapse or any accident, there is no one who could save us before leaving. Gloria lit up on the side of the mine road. It was like some kind of camera where the miners kept their stuff. From what we found we saw machinery, clothes or errns, lying and, strangest of all, an altar with an idol like a demon and around many candles. In the middle of melting we left that place wondering if those miners would have practiced some kind of cult or to help them in their search for precious metals. As it were, the candles and the idol were abandoned a long time ago, for the cobwebs and the earth covered them almost entirely. Leaving the mine, we headed to the castle- shaped hacienda. The place seemed to have been restored on several occasions, as the quarry and bricks looked much newer in certain places.

37:43 We entered easily, because the gate had very rotten wood. We went in and immediately saw several school seats, blackboards, broken and some children' s toys. Gloria and I split up to cover most of the place. Before Anna got dark, I went straight to the castle- looking tower. I had to cross a mountain of seats and chairs. Then I managed to reach the first step, but I realized these steps were too small, so I had to climb carefully. At the top, I noticed that there were two rooms. One of these appeared to have been used as a classroom, as the blackboard was still on the wall There were also several maps and posters of the body parts. I approached the teacher' s desk and found a couple of strange books. One of them was written in Latin and had a five - peak star on the cover. Another of them had the devil' s face. I was just flipping through this couple of books. When I heard someone running in the next room, I headed to that other room. At all times I found a little girl playing with the head of a doll.

39:05 He wore a dress and kept his head down. I asked the girl several questions, but she just walked away to a corner where she couldn' t tell her face. Then he threw his wrist head at me and ran out. I followed her, but I couldn' t find her anymore. I started calling her out loud, but this only attracted Gloria, who immediately asked me about what was happening. She climbed the stairs and as soon as she was near me, I told her what had just happened. Then I showed him the doll' s head he threw at me. The very girl I had not seen until that moment, was too horrible. His eyes were cooked with rusty wire. In addition, on the plastic forehead he had been marked melting the plastic to form a five- pointed star and another pair of rare symbols. Then I showed Gloria the books in the other room. Gloria told me she had just seen a ghost, but I told her that I didn ' t think that girl was a simple ghost, because, as she could explain, the doll' s head, besides, the girl looked too real.

40:22 It wasn' t just a shadow or something I told her that I could even see the dress Gloria was wearing She didn' t want to convince me that the girl was a simple apparition. We went down from the tower and again heard the bells, but these sounded very far away. Gloria and I were watching. Then we wondered where they might come from. We walked through the courtyards looking for some chapel, but we didn' t see any. What we did find was a fountain in which was the same girl who had just seen above the tower. The girl, without raising her face, told us that the witch would come, because she was very interested in what Gloria had in her womb. I approached the girl, but she ran again.

41:12 Gloria looked pretty scared, but she insisted that girl was just a ghost. The afternoon was already catching up, so we decided to get back in the car. I really felt too tired to drive yet I was going to, because it gave us mistrust to give us in that town. Suddenly there was a blowout that looked like a sandstorm. This forced us to seek refuge, so we entered the first house we found. The sandstorm passed, but the windstorm drew rain and we had to wait even longer. Instead of sitting around waiting for the rain to end, we began to explore a little bit the house in which we were trapped. We discovered many forage sacks and veterinary medicines. When the rain calmed down, we began to hear a grunt like pigs. We followed that sound and arrived at a small corral where, after lightning struck, we were able to see several children lying down as if they had four legs. Realizing our presence, everyone turned to see us. In that we could see that they had black eyes and were eating filth. The air smelled like dead. The children began to make a sound like pigs instead of humans. At that moment we decided to leave immediately, as this could

42:42 only be the work of the demon himself. Arriving at the car we found that someone had trotted our tires. This made us feel lost. We couldn ' t deny that place was cursed anymore. Now we were trapped. Still, we didn' t hide in the car, we tried to call 911, but there was no signal. We were cursing for a while until we saw a light in the distance. He was the man who had pointed a gun at me I saw him approaching us, and I imagined the worst. I thought he had trotted our tires to rob us. The man touched our glass. I could see he wasn' t armed. In fact, he carried a huge cross and a lamp man. He told us not to be suspicious and to follow him. I looked at Gloria to see what she thought, but she was wringing over a pain in her stomach. At the time I had no choice, so I opened the door and followed that man to his house. He didn' t tell us his name, but we barely got in. He told us he knew Gloria was expecting a child and because of this, the witch followed us. During all our exploration, Gloria and I were shocked, because the same thing the girl we saw inside the farm told her. At the hacienda, the man gave us a cup of hot tea. Then he asked us to have confidence that while we were in his

44:15 house, nothing bad could happen to us, for the witch could only tread on profane ground and her land was the only one that was saved from the infestation of evil. I asked him several questions in a very rude tone The man told us a story. It turned out that the mine was exploited by miners who came from China and, thanks to the indications of a woman brought with them, they managed to reach deeper than the former Spanish colonizers. They did not find much gold, but they did find some diamond stones, among other objects, but they were not in their natural state, but they were shaped like old figures. One of those figures was shaped like the devil.

45:00 The director of the mine did not want to melt that figure and instead put it in a cabinet at the entrance of his house, which was inside the estate. Both the sculpture and the presence of that woman who gave the indications of where to dig were not well seen by the people of the village, for they murmured that that woman was a witch and that she was gradually convincing people to worship the devil. What at first was a simple rumor ended up being a reality and when I least expected it, even the children were being taught dark arts and witchcraft. He knew very well, because he was one of those kids. As expected, everything ended badly. There were those who refused to follow these people and who defended them. One day, his father stole the devil- shaped idol and threw it into the depths of the mine, in an area that was barely being dynamite. From this, a disease was watered down in the village, which caused the majority to flee while those who stayed slowly were dying victims of the disease. The first to die were the children. In the end there were only a couple of farmers who raised animals, but these animals were also sick and although they were given different medicines,

46:34 nothing freed them from a terrible death in which the body would practically rot. The man and his family moved into the house where we were, but they stayed away from the entrance to that town. And he didn' t leave that house because he was trying to drive away the unwary people who, like us, wanted to enter the village, because we weren' t the first ones the Witch wanted to catch I didn' t know what to think. I felt confused, my whole being was a mixture of fear and bewilderment. All I did was ask Gloria if she was pregnant to what she told me she didn' t really know because she' d only been in her period for a couple of months. But this was common in her, because she was very irregular. I also felt more confidence with that man, because even though his story was most incredible, with everything we just witnessed, it was hard not to believe that we asked the man how we could get out of there. I didn' t have more than one spare tire and there was no signal anywhere. He told us that the most important thing was to wait until the next day, that he would take us in his trailer to an area where there was a phone, but that we should still wait, because it was not safe to leave that night. I haven' t just said this yet. When we hear the laughter of several children. The man

48:07 became pale and began to pray. Then he approached a window and closed the curtains all at once. He instructed us to remain silent and cuddle in a corner of the room. The atmosphere became tense and chilling, as children’ s laughter approached more and more glory and I looked with concern at each other trying to keep calm, as the man continued with his prayers in a low voice. The sound of laughter became sharper as if the children were right outside the window. Suddenly, a strong blow rang out at the door of the house, followed by more knocks on the windows. The man looked at us with eyes full of terror, indicating with gestures that we should remain silent and hide as best we could. The atmosphere took on a palpable tension, as the blows continued and we could hear children' s voices whispering in the dark.

49:07 It was as if an invisible presence surrounded us watching us from the shadows. I tried to control my breathing, but fear oppressed me. Chest. Gloria squeezed my hand hard for comfort in the midst of uncertainty. The man kept praying quietly in the hope of keeping at bay whatever he was stalking outside. The minutes seemed like hours, as we waited silently with the heart beating strongly on our breasts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity. The beatings and laughter stopped abruptly, leaving a disturbing silence in place. The man looked at us with relief, but also with concern. We knew the threat hadn' t happened yet, but at least I had a brief break for you. We decided to stay in the house until dawn. The night slowly passed with us in watch attentive to any sound indicating that the Evil Presence had returned. Every time the wind blew. He seemed to bring with him whispers and laughter, making us tremble with fear. The man was just standing there doing his prayers quietly. He seemed to fight something. I made the mistake of peeking out the window. There was that damn witch, accompanied by what seemed to be children, but in the form of pigs and someone else accompanied

50:40 them by a man who was barefoot. I removed my head immediately and began to tremble, as the scene seemed to me to be pure madness. Then the laughter of the children became grunts of pigs and little by little, something began to knock on the doors and windows. I felt desperate, but in a certain way, seeing that man worried, but without panicking, I managed to calm down a little bit. I don' t know how long this episode' s been going on. I only remember that seconds before dawn, everything calmed down with the first rays of the sun rising. The man told us it was safe to leave the house. We rushed to pick up our things and followed the man outside where a trailer was waiting for us to take us away from that cursed town. As we slowly moved away from the place, I looked back, feeling a chill running around my back. Remembering the horrible experiences we had experienced that night, I knew that I would never forget that town and that its dark secrets will continue to haunt us in our dreams.

51:53 The man left us about 40 kilometers away. The place he left us had an emergency telephonic and this was very convenient, because our cell phone batteries were dead. We managed to contact my insurance and in the afternoon we were already on our way to a city. I didn' t want to go with the insurance company for the car. Instead, I told them what mile the car had stayed. They got it back for me and once it was ready, we went back to our home and stopped trying to find some ghost town. The unknown. The fairs have always awakened me a certain level of terror and is that the sound level, the multicolored lights have something that, instead of seeming flashy, causes me repudiation. It wasn' t always like that, though. There was a time when I enjoyed, like any child, mechanical games and sweets something that always seemed cloudy to me. They were those kind of shows where they showed people with some deformity or that kind of museums that here in my country are known as cabinets. My fear of these places. It started when I was a teenager. At that time I lived in Bogotá with my maternal grandparents, who have always raised me and in a

53:23 certain way, they overprotected me, forbidding me to attend parties and this kind of fairs. I had a lot of friends at school and whenever they invited me, I didn' t even think about it. I was making up some excuse to say no, and I already knew my grandparents' answer in advance. If I told them I wanted to attend a fair with my friends alone. My grandparents told me that among those fairs and parties there was a lot of vice, which called the devil, who would sooner or later end up catching me. My family used to be very sorperstitious, while I suffered for their overprotection, for indeed. I didn' t think if I went to a fair or party once, I' d find something evil. One day we left school early and my classmates began to ask me to accompany them to a fair that had just been set up outside the city. At first I told them I couldn' t, but they insisted on me and I didn' t have any arguments to deny myself, because even I didn' t expect the classes to be suspended, so I agreed to accompany them.

54:37 The place was half empty and at least half of the games were off. Still, my colleagues managed to convince more than one operator to turn them on and allow us to get on at least a couple of times. I, after going up to a couple of games, separated from the group, because I was afraid that my grandfather would find out, that the classes were suspended and instead of returning to my house, I had escaped to the fair. Suddenly, a man in a top hat invited me to a free show of those who scared me so much. For this I had been reached by a couple of my friends who began to claim me for leaving without warning when I least expected it. He was already entering the trailer of the show, which was named the Museum of Horrors. The first was a grotesque puppet show.

55:35 The man who handled them was a foreigner and did not speak well Spanish. That is why we were unable to understand what the act was all about. Once the show was over, we passed through a small corridor that led to one of these cabinets where we saw in a showcase three dissected human heads, which had been sewn up, the mouth, eyes, nostrils and ears were awful and although I felt a huge terror when I saw them, I had to pretend interest and silence my fear, otherwise my friends would have attacked me with mockery. Then, in the second showcase I saw a collection of four dolls that were supposedly cursed. Finally, there was a long display case, with three rather frightening masks and before leaving, a machine of those that dispensed gums or stuffed animals, had painted the figure of a little devil carrying a sign that said desires in exchange for souls. They all cast a coin except me, but one of the guys threw it out for me and asked me to turn the mechanism to see what toy or sweet touched me. I got some kind of ball full of symbols that didn' t seem weird at first.

56:55 Rather, I thought it was a series of figures who had a printing error, as some showed a five- pointed star and the others lacked some lines. I took the toy and kept it inside my backpack. After all, I didn' t think a single ball would bring me trouble with my grandparents. After eating, I went home, arrived and acted completely normal. My grandfather was not at home, as he had gone to work as a carpenter. I sometimes helped him, so I asked my grandmother if my grandfather didn' t want me to reach him, but she said no, it was a simple thing I was doing. I was going to do my homework and when I pulled a book out of my backpack, the ball fell.

57:45 I took the ball in my right hand and started throwing it against the wall. I remember throwing it several times when the object made a strange sound. It was as if I had hit a hollow place on the wall. Then the ball finally fell to the floor and turned to the right, as if the object was possessed for a second. I could see how moving symbols took on another form, it was like some kind of optical illusion. I took the ball and checked it in detail. It seemed to be made of simple rubber and the painting was plastic, although looking in more detail, I could notice that it did not carry a machine screen printing, but had been hand painted, as the marks of a brush could be seen. I put the ball away, and right away, I went to the wall, where I had hit. I hit him with the bottom of my fist, but it didn' t sound hollow. I pulled the ball out again and thought I ' d throw it away, because what had just happened had been pretty weird.

58:49 I discarded this thought and put the ball back in my backpack. After all, it was stupid to think that a single ball was haunted. That night I fell asleep in a very deep sleep. Something strange, since my parents died I always had a very light sleep and suffered episodes of insomnia. But that night, while I was asleep, I listened as if someone was hitting the wall hard This sound was followed by a few regrets, thinking about what it was, that one of my grandparents was suffering from some attack or illness. I tried to wake up, but a sleep paralysis occurred to me, for as much effort as I did I could not wake up and this caused me much anguish within the dream. Before I woke up I saw myself locked in that horror cabinet. I heard those stuffed heads trying to talk to me, but they only managed to move violently. When I finally woke up, I had an asthma attack that almost made me suffocate. I went to ask my grandmother for help who immediately put the inhaler on me. When I managed to control myself, I told my grandmother that I had a terrible nightmare.

1:00:08 When I returned to my room, I noticed certain cracks in the wall where I had hit the ball. They looked like long legs of an insect. Already in the morning I went to find my grandfather to show him the cracks. My grandfather used to be pretty attentive to any damage to the house. My grandfather checked the wall and told me not to walk around scratching the wall because the marks were not for cracks, but for pencil or charcoal marks. This fact surprised me. I didn' t understand how that was possible if I hadn' t scratched anything. But I didn' t deny my grandfather anything because he was very stubborn. I asked him if he didn' t know if the wall would be hollow in any area. My grandfather told me that if in several places there was a gap because the house bought it used and very damaged. He had remodeled it, but there were still areas that he could not repair completely because he lacked money. I told my grandfather my nightmare. My grandfather assured me that I had nothing to worry about and tried to reassure me by saying that he would take care of checking the gaps in the house. Later, however, I was still with a persistent restlessness in my mind. I decided that, when my grandfather wasn' t around, I' d examine the wall on my own to see if I could find something to explain what had happened at the time. I preferred to wash

1:01:40 the wall to erase the small marks. That night, before I went to sleep, I took the ball back out of my backpack and watched it carefully. The symbols were still there, but they seemed a little more off than before. I felt a strange feeling holding it in my hand. Despite my skepticism, I could not deny that something strange was happening. I thought maybe the ball triggered some sort of spell by moving the symbols in some direction or maybe something existed. Behind the wall that, due to the negative charge that lived inside the ball, was awakened. I decided it would be best to keep the ball in a safe place. For now, so I put it back in my backpack and kept it in a corner of the closet. I went to sleep hoping I wouldn' t have any more nightmares, but it happened again. I dreamt that the wall would open and that from inside a large insect would come out with the head of a doll with a face.

1:02:43 As a baby this bug would climb up into my bed and something would tell me that I wanted to get inside me and this way take over my soul. I felt very real as little by little I walked through my body up to my neck and just as I walked ra through my chin, I woke up, shook my whole body and screamed. At that moment I swear to God I saw the insect walk up the wall and through a hole in a corner. I felt craving for the whole body. After that day, in the house we began to suffer an invasion of insects. What was most in the house were cockroaches and flies, which was strange, because my grandmother has always been very obsessive with cleaning my grandfather had the house sprayed thoroughly and we had to go spend a couple of days at an aunt' s house.

1:03:37 Being there, I didn' t have nightmares or notice anything strange. We went back to the house and for a couple of days there were no more bugs. But after a week we had an invasion again. My grandfather began to open between the walls, as he thought the problem was there. I helped him break some of the walls. We didn' t find anything strange, not even a nest of mice, or spiders, or anything. But when we arrived at the wall of my room we found that, apart from a hole, several bricks were loose. My grandfather drew a pair and inside we found a candle shaped like a hand, some jars filled with a rare liquid and also a notebook with spells and drawings of demons. These things made my grandfather very serious, who asked me not to touch anything directly with his hands, who would wear gloves and throw it away immediately. Then she explained to me that when she bought the house, she did not check all the walls well and that when they just bought it, they sent her to bless, for they had heard rumors about acts of witchcraft from the lady who had been the original owner. Something very strange was that inside the wall everything looked yellowish. Apart from showing those coal lines similar to the legs of an insect, I remember hearing my grandmother say that cockroaches and rats were direct proof that

1:05:08 the demon was near, so she started performing a series of supposedly cleansing rituals, but that they actually only made things worse. If I remember correctly, there was a period of tranquility. Even the invasion of insects disappeared One afternoon while I was reading a book of philosophy in my room I saw as the ball from which I had already forgotten, bounced very close to the wall where the objects of witchcraft were. When the ball stopped voting, I looked like a person crossed the hall outside my room. That afternoon I was completely alone in the house, as my grandmother was in the temple in some talks to be godmother and my grandfather was working I left my room, thinking that maybe someone had come into the house to steal. Then I walked to the back of the house, following this silhouette and saw an old woman bent over like the door was open, I spoke to the lady. The woman turned me to look at her eyes They didn' t have pupils. He didn' t answer me and just threw at me a huge smile that exposed a completely rotten tooth. I couldn' t help but feel afraid of that woman, so I backed out. Then I saw the woman get cockroaches out of her

1:06:39 feet and head. All I could think of was persigning myself and mentioning the name of Jesus out loud. The old lady threw a laugh and ran in the opposite direction to the one I was in I was petrified, I didn ' t make the slightest effort to go after her. That' s what my grandmother came into, who worried about seeing me all pale, and I told her about how I had seen this strange old woman. At that moment I decided to confess to my grandmother about the fair and the ball I brought from the trailer I showed her the ball, placed it on the table and before our eyes, the rubber broke, letting out at least a dozen small spiders who quickly slipped into the cracks of the table. My grandmother was persignant and quickly went for a bottle of holy water that was always at hand.

1:07:32 I told my grandmother that I thought evil had broken loose in our home because of the ball. She, on the other hand, was of a different opinion. She thought that the ball had nothing to do with it, because the evil was behind the walls and that sooner or later it would come out. She called that evil the unknown and it was something witches used to play with, thinking they could take advantage of it, although the result was almost always the same. The person ended up absorbed by that power. It was something like an evil spirit nourished with the witches' soul. My grandmother took the remains of the ball and began to review some of the symbols that were still visible. My grandmother said those symbols were used in black magic. We burned the ball' s remains inside a trash can. The pieces of rubber burned and sparked. My grandmother made prayers. While this was happening, it was impossible not to think that ball was cursed. My grandmother continued to pray to clean the house and also got a kitten, saying that these animals can cross between two planes at will and help neutralize the energies by attacking the evil spirits. I became very fond of the animal, for it really helped me to sleep peacefully without nightmares. When I had nightmares, just feeling it purring

1:09:06 was enough to disappear them. Unfortunately, evil is also powerful and although we do not realize it, there is always a struggle between good and evil. While the little animal managed to neutralize the energies for a while one day, it could no longer, we were eating when we heard the animal struggling madly against something invisible. I quickly went to see what was happening to him, but before our eyes, the cat shook with fury until he fell dead. I ran to hug him while he was crying. In that I noticed that under where the cat fell several cockroaches were coming out and I knew that under the wooden pain was somewhat hollow. We buried the cat in the courtyard something told me that under the pain was the solution to the mystery of why the house was being haunted. I let my grandfather know what I thought, but he refused to withdraw the pain. He said repairing it would be quite expensive.

1:10:10 I didn' t want to insist, although the truth of my grandfather ' s attitude seemed rather petty to me. As the days passed he came to visit a cousin, he stayed in a room next to mine. On the second day of her sleep, she woke up screaming and said she saw the same woman without pupils standing in front of her bed, laughing showing her rotten teeth. According to him, he saw the old lady running out to the place where we saw my cat die. We told my grandmother what happened during breakfast and she promised to talk to my grandfather to put pressure on him and remove the pain, because even she was sure that the source of the haunt would be there. My grandfather was always very hard on character, but when my grandmother ordered something, I couldn' t say no. Then we began to open the pain, which was not difficult, because nothing else was overlaid and below. The floor looked totally rotten even smelled pretty bad. After removing another layer of rotten wood and another layer of soil, we found a metal trapdoor all covered by the same yellowish color that I found on the wall of my room. My grandfather thought that the trapdoor would give direct some old cistern of the house and probably there was the problem with the plague of cockroaches.

1:11:35 The trapdoor had nowhere to open, so my grandfather asked me to go get a metal bar from his workshop. My grandfather lifted the lid with the bar and we took it. In that the aroma became even more unbearable inside. It was pretty dark. Then I went for a couple of flashlights lighting inside it looked like a hidden habitation. My cousin and I were encouraged to get in and my grandfather tied a rope, because it had to be lowered by three meters underground. What we found there was horrible, especially for me. A statuette with the figure of the devil, a table with strange symbology, thousands of candles in the middle, consuming fetishes full of pins and, most frightening in the background, a picture with the same drawing of the devil I saw at the fair. We had found the Witch' s den.

1:12:31 At the time I couldn' t stand it and I had to get out of there. My grandfather asked me about what was happening to me, but I didn' t want to tell him anything. Then he ordered us to withdraw everything we found, which my cousin did alone, because I could no longer come down. My grandmother sent for a father to perform a rite and then a blessing. Then, my grandfather filled the secret room with rubble and concrete, I fell under a disease that weakened me to such an extent that I could not get out of bed. In several days, my grandparents hired a nurse to take care of me. That time I had hallucinations where I saw that fucking witch come in with the little devil. I was shaking and moving a lot, so they had to grab me to bed. My state of health was not improving and the doctor was beginning to despair, because I could not find a rational explanation for my constant fevers and delusions My grandmother was very frightened and called the priest again, because she thought I was going to die. The priest when he saw me said that the cause of my evil went beyond the physical, that what was happening to me was because of the evil of the house, of the unknown, that I did not want to be banished and tried to cling to my body. I don' t know what he did for my grandmother, who performed prayers and a series of rituals

1:14:01 with mirrors and water glasses, but I don' t remember any of that. I was like in a limbo where, if I did not lose consciousness, I saw the witch beside the devil at the foot of my bed, always smiling maniacally. I remember when I improved my grandmother was by my side, she didn' t immediately tell me everything that had happened, but her embrace comforted me. My grandfather put the house on sale, which took a year to materialize, but during all that time we never saw a single thing in the house, nor did we see the witch, the witch of the forest. My sister used to be my best friend. Since we were very young, my mother died of cancer when I was only five years old and my father never met him. My mother, fortunately, left us a good pension and a house. That way we' re not helpless. I' m originally from Vancouver, Canada. My mother was originally from Guatemala. That is why we speak well Spanish. My father is supposed to be of Canadian origin, but my mother never wanted to tell me exactly who she was, because after all, she never cared about us. My sister was barely of

1:15:33 age when my mother died and she took my custody. Unfortunately, after a year, the house we lived in presented many legal problems. My sister, instead of fighting, preferred to sell the house and move us out of town. She always liked the woods, so we ended up moving to a village very close to grove cathedral. I, being a child, did not feel like moving, because I did not want to abandon the few friends I had, but my sister, just to convince me, let me adopt a dog puppy of Alaska Malamut breed. The house my sister bought was more like a cabin. At that time she was studying computer engineering entirely online, in order to be able to take care of me. It was a small village that, if you are used to big cities, may seem rather boring, but you don' t need anything. It had a small cinema, a shopping center with shops of different kinds. When I was twelve, my sister wanted to take me camping. We took my dog, who we named a polar bear. We didn' t have to go very far, because around the village practically everything is forest and nature. She was a little scared of it, but, like me or it didn' t make us feel calm, because it had grown quite and even though it was very playful, whenever I

1:17:06 didn' t know someone was grunting and getting on guard mode. We were only a couple of nights, as it happened that during a walk my sister found the body of an animal and when we returned to the house at night, we listened and saw some strange men among the trees. I don' t know if it would have been because of the darkness, but I remember seeing those men completely gray, as if they were made of ashes. This region of Canada has a low crime rate and is not famous for misfortunes. Mostly people are kind. Even so, my sister always used to say that in the most inhospitable places it was where evil protected what it gave. As a result the darkest souls were attracted, these places being the dens of ghosts and demons. My sister, from that meeting, no longer wanted to take me back to camp, not even to places that were protected. I, on the other hand, wanted to do that activity again. Even today I have great taste for sleeping in the woods feeling nature. My sister started dating a village boy. She was pretty excited and it' s just that she never had a date before. Even I was happy to see her happy and there was a couple of weekends that I was left alone because she was dating him. I was locked up playing video games. My sister felt bad that

1:18:38 she put me aside for a while and her boyfriend also noticed it then he started frequenting the house and taking us both to dinner or to the movies. One day he arrived very excited. He told us he was inviting us to go camping. Me. This got me pretty excited. My sister. At first he didn' t want us to go, but he felt a little safer because we were going with Neitan. Neitan had an all- terrain van. The place to which he would take us was located something removed from our village and it is that, according to him, the view was wonderful in that area. We' re carrying a bear on this ride. The area was quite wooded. They looked large slopes away. The mountains were so high that they made you feel tiny. We camped near a river in a sort of clear Neitan said that the camps should be erected on as clear a ground as possible. The place where we built the tents was quite curious, as it was on a slightly elevated plain with several sliced trunks. According to Naeitan, no one lived in that area, but if one went beyond the mountains, he would find himself with a lumberjack company. We picked up a couple of dried trees from which we made firewood while we were cutting the firewood with an axe. My attention was drawn to a huge tree that, among its

1:20:12 roots, seemed to show several buried objects. Bear. I was also sniffing around that tree. I began to check well, because among all the objects I could see between the roots, I noticed a chain and attached to it a human skull. Seeing that skull scared me that I immediately wanted to show that finding to Naitán. He looked at the supposed skull, but after taking his knife out of the house and carving the forehead, we could notice that it was not really bone, but a figure carved directly on the root the chain. Instead, if it was totally real, I kept quiet, but I was still afraid. Neitan realized the doubts that the carved skull caused me they used, so he explained to me that it was very likely to be made by some traveling artist who had nothing to fear. The chain may have been part of some camp. He had seen ancient campaign houses chained to trees.

1:21:17 I tried to believe her words, but as a child I used to have a pretty creative imagination and anything stimulated her. I raised my head and looked at the branches. They were all twisted and in the shade I thought I saw more skulls stuck in the same branches. I screamed and Neitan pulled out a small flashlight carrying it on a cardboard box as it lit up in the direction of the branches. He explained to me that it was normal to find human forms in the shadows, which is a natural phenomenon, but that faces are not real. But he was not right, because in several branches, if there were several skulls and he himself noticed it, although he said nothing. Instead, he rushed me back to camp that night. We lit the fire, roasted sausages and chocolates Neitan told a story about one of the first colonies to settle in Canada, which, if I recall, was a group of two ships coming from France. The group consisted mainly of several families, a priest and a lonely woman fleeing the inquisition. They came to the part where they said the logging company was located where the loggers were. They settled and sowed, but could not reap anything, for everything would rot.

1:22:44 They first consulted the priest, who blessed the crops several times. Even with the priest' s blessing, the harvest continued to rot. Then the priest told them that even though Jesus Christ himself blessed the earth, it would not come to pass, because the earth was corrupt. The biggest proof of this was that there were no indigenous people in miles. Soon famine began to wreak havoc. At the same time as the people died, the hunting men came back with stories about frog men following him among the trees. They thought they were demons. The lonely woman offered them a solution. She promised to help the colony prosper, but in return, they would have to give her what she asked without any objection. Since many people were already dying, the leaders of the group decided to give the woman what she asked for, and the woman' s demand was to give her a child of arms to raise her own, because according to her God never allowed her to become a mother.

1:23:56 The leaders weren' t stupid to suspect the woman, so they sent a couple of men to spy on her. The woman lived away from the community in a small hut by the lake. The men settled near there and noticed that at first nothing unusual happened. The woman fed the child, cleaned it and even sang a lullaby, but on the third day the woman came out with the first rays of the sun. The men followed her to a mountain, where they found a kind of portal carved with two drawings of moose on each pillar. There they said they saw the woman handing over the boy to one of those toad men The pair of men tried to stop her, but the woman shouted at them to get away while the toads fell on them and by pure miracle managed to escape. Then it happened that the Community decided to burn the Witch inside her cabin. A few days later, many of them returned on their ships and those who did not succumbed to famine. I listened with great interest to his story, but I didn' t believe him.

1:25:09 He had already read a couple of similar stories and could not help but think that such stories were invented to entertain himself during the early days of the colony. Although all history carries its degree of truth. That night we went to sleep. I had an individual shop and put a bear to sleep with me in the morning. I heard my dog squeal, I got up to open the door to my shop, because I thought I needed to go to the bathroom and came out quickly, so I left the store open, but my dog didn' t come back, so I also went out to call him. I saw him near the fire sniffing something later, ignoring my call, he ran into the darkness of the forest. I woke up my sister and told Neitan that she had escaped you. They got up and started calling him, but the dog didn' t come back. Several minutes passed and they tried to reassure me by telling me that the dog would come back alone that maybe he went after a rabbit and that if he didn' t come back, we would look for him. But with the light of day, that night, moments before we got back into our stores, we heard a whisper that slowly began to sound closer. It looked like a lullaby. My sister and Neitan wanted to reassure me, but when I saw their faces I realized

1:26:39 they were just as scared or as scared as I was. Within a few minutes the whisper fell. Then we saw as if a sphere of fire crossed the forest. I went into the campaign house next to my sister and couldn ' t sleep the rest of the night anymore. About nine o' clock in the morning we went out looking for a bear. Neitan knew a lot about camp and survival, so I felt safe. We didn' t take long to find my dog' s fingerprints. They were headed for the Neitan lumberjack camp. He told us it was possible that the workers had caught a bear, so there would be nothing to be afraid of. They' d have him protected. Then we walked up to the hill and from there we crossed a weed barrier and soon we saw the marks that left on the floor, the transports of the loggers. We walked following those marks and in less than half an hour we had already reached the grating. We didn' t find anyone at the entrance gate and we just got there. We saw everything in silence. We don' t hear the sound of any machine or motor from any vehicle. Neitan called out loud, but no one came to take care of us, so we went through the gate, entered and looked into the entrance shed inside. There was no one. We found a crucifix made of tree branches. This one was coming through the door. We continued walking

1:28:11 to Neitan it was quite strange that there was no one in the entire camp, because according to him, by these dates it was the season in which most Neitan fell. He told us that perhaps the entire team was tearing down trees in another area, although it was not explained that the door was unguarded. We got to the cellar area. We didn' t find anyone either. The boards were all unsettled and many trunks were uncut. It gave the impression that the winery was left unexpectedly. We walked to the next room, where it seemed to be the dining room. This one had two planks full of food thrown to waste the place really sucked. I started whistling at a bear, but nothing. We walked to other rooms. There were several desks in this place. It seemed to have worked as an office. The papers were all scrambled. Neitan began to check the desks and in that we heard a blow coming from the next door. When we heard the blow, Neitan stopped and looked at my sister and me with a gesture of alertness on her face. We approached the door cautiously, not knowing what to expect on the other side. Neitan slowly turned the doorknob and gently opened it inside the darkness hovered over us, but we managed to distinguish a corner illuminated by the dim light leaking from a window. We entered with hesitant steps ready to face whatever

1:29:45 we could find when our eyes became accustomed to the shadow. We discovered that the room was empty except for a figure lying on the floor. We approached with caution and thread, with Neitan' s flashlight, we discovered that it was one of the lumberjacks. He was pale and lying unconscious. On the floor. With our eyes lost, my sister and I looked at each other with concern and Neitan immediately knelt beside the man. He was quickly examined for signs of injury or illness. He found nothing obvious, but the lumberjack seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma. He barely regained consciousness. He began to utter a series of desperate screams. Then he started shouting the word to Witch. We asked him about what had happened and the man told us that they cut down the wrong tree and were now suffering the consequences. I asked him if he had not seen or heard a dog and the man answered me yes, that in the night he heard a dog tear his door, but that he did not encourage to open it. Then he told us that s upon the camp had fallen a curse that ended with all and only he was saved, which was worse because he had to witness without being able to do anything, as each of the woodcutters disappeared, which out of fifty people who

1:31:15 were only ten managed to flee. The others were consumed by the power of a Neitan witch laughed at the story of the lumberjack Then he asked the man to tell him the truth, but the lumberjack shook his head and told us to go out into the loading area and see with our own eyes what had happened there. Also, if we were wise, it would be better if we left immediately and took him with us. Neitan began to get nervous, but he told us to follow him to the loading area. Everything was in disarray, irrigated logs, dump trucks, I even saw some blood under a mountain of trunks. For this purpose the lumberjack reached us and with mad eyes indicated us to follow him. Then we came to a part of the forest where we saw strange shapes in the trees themselves that reminded me of the carved skulls that I saw in the tree near our camp, only that in them they had carved whole bodies, even faces, that conveyed a sense of anguish.

1:32:26 Neitan was very frightened at the time and told us it was time to leave. On it. The man told us that these figures were not mere art, but the creation of a witch. At all times I was holding on to my sister, for by that moment I almost broke into tears. I was afraid and sad that I lost my dog. At the time I told my sister to leave. Neitan told us to come back and as we walked, we heard as if the branches of the trees complained without being able to avoid it. I turned my head and saw the figures moving and complaining.

1:33:09 It was an image of total madness those voices and the bark of the trees took the form of skin. We started running, leaving behind the poor lumberjack. We didn' t stop until we got to the part where the weed was more abundant. There Neitan looked at us and told us that all that seemed like a bad dream, but that we would be fine. As soon as we got to the camp, we' d take the truck and go home by the time we reached the camp, the sun was already falling on the horizon. We passed the tree with the skulls and below we saw someone standing. She was a woman the same age as my sister. He wore old clothes and a face too pale, almost transparent. He was accompanied by two small men hiding behind his gift. I could not stand to look at that woman, for I knew that she was not a human being, but the witch in Neitan' s account, a story that apparently proved to be real. At that moment I heard Bear barking. I ran to the camp, because the dog sounded from that direction. My sister ran after me while Neitan stood still. He was like hypnotized to the strange woman. It all happened so fast that I only remember hearing Neithan scream as my sister ran after him. Then Bear stepped forward and began to bark frantically in the direction

1:34:42 of the tree. We didn' t even pick up the camp. Between me and my sister we got Neitan in the truck while bear jumped into the trunk my sister. He drove all the way back, for something strange happened to Neithan. It seemed as if he had lost his mind. We took him to the hospital, where they said he had suffered a nervous shock. It lasted several days badly and when he was finally discharged, he told us that the witch was accompanied by non- human beings and in a reptile form that, with the intention of defending us, wanted to attack them, but the witch stopped him and he, when paralyzed, could feel as if his whole body was transforming into a tree, his limbs into branches and his head into leaves. He said it was desperate, because he couldn' t breathe.

1:35:40 With the passing of days. We tried to forget about our incident, but there was always something that reminded us. Neitan ended up receiving psychiatric help, as from time to time he had some regression and ended up convulsing with terror. His father. Fortunately, he did not meet with the loggers that season, because he moved in sound, but if he believed us when we told him what happened. However, he was told at the company that what happened there was that there was an accident where many loggers died and he left the only witness traumatized. At no time did they want to relate the case to a supernatural event, but still. The company decided to move out of the area. The bear camp lived many more years with us and died being very old. Neitan, on the other hand, never regained his mental health.

1:36:38 Sometimes I wonder what it was that felt or what the witch did to make him crazy.