Se Ocultaba En El Sótano De La Casa Abandonada Y Secuestro A Mi Hijo Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The goddamn basement. When we first saw her, the house seemed like a real gem to us. It was located at the end of a road surrounded by lush trees. My wife, Clara and I, along with our two children, Carla and Martin, were excited about the opportunity to start a new life there. The real estate agent assured us that the house was in perfect condition. He mentioned that it had been uninhabited for some time, but he didn' t specify how much I knew something wasn' t quite right. When I saw him hesitating to open the front door, as if he feared what might be inside. Crossing for the first time, a strange sensation crossed my back. The air was cold and heavy, Clara and the children did not seem to notice anything out of the ordinary they began to explore crying the house. Everything seemed perfect. The incredibly low price for a property of that size was what finally convinced us. We sign the papers quickly eager to start our new life. The days passed and we started moving our things to the new house. Every day that passed we became more familiar with the place, although there was something in the air that did not finish settling down. We got rid of many of the things in the place. Some were too old and worn out, others seemed out of place, as if they belonged to

1:40 a very different time. Every object we pulled out was so strange and old that we didn' t understand why they were still there. What most caught our attention. It was the smell that permeated many of the things we found. It was a rancid scent, a mixture of moisture, as if it had been trapped in the house for years. Clara mentioned it several times, while taking out old rags and dusty furniture. Carla and Martin, on the other hand, seemed less affected, focused on exploring and playing in their new home. One afternoon, while emptying an old closet in the Penthouse, I found a box of worn wood with almost erased inscriptions. When it was opened again, that peculiar smell became present. Inside there were black and white photographs, yellowed by time and letters, but they could no longer be read.

2:37 I decided to take the box to the studio to examine it in more detail. Later clearly he had found an old porcelain doll in one of the rooms. She was beautiful, but quite old, with eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you went. We decided to keep it in a box in the basement, along with other items we didn' t know very well what to do. With them. The nights began to feel colder and the air became heavier. I often woke up in the dark with the feeling that something was unclear. He also seemed more restless, although we did not talk much about it. Trying to maintain the illusion of normality for children, while we were getting rid of old things and making room for our own, we could not ignore the sense of fear that we both felt. It was as if the house itself was trying to communicate something to us, something we still did not fully understand. Things were changing over time. Our energy was slowly beginning to sink. We were really confused until one day, my wife and I decided to talk about what was going on. Clara assured me she saw strange shadows.

3:55 I even heard noises in the early morning p n n PN from nste from 3 a m onwards. It was really a torture that lived day by day. I didn' t know how to act, but we had to do something about it. For a moment I assured her it was her imagination or the fear that invaded her. At the end of the conversation, we both accepted that it was something else, soul in sorrow that wandered through the house or something in specific that had taken our sleep away from us in the short stay that we had had an afternoon after several days of feeling uncomfortable in our own Casa Clara and I decided that something should be done. We had tried to ignore the strange sensations and the persistent smell, but it was impossible to keep pretending that everything was okay. The house seemed alive and not in the welcoming sense we expected. We both agreed to take a priest to bless the Clara House. He made the call and FatherÁlvaro arrived the following week we explained our situation, although we did not go into details about all the strange things we had experienced. We just mentioned the general discomfort and the feeling that something wasn' t right. FatherÁlvaro began his ritual from the front door at that clear moment and I followed him closely. As I walked through

5:29 every room. The children, curious, but not entirely aware of what was happening, only looked when the place that had troubled us from the beginning arrived in the basement. The atmosphere became noticeably more tense. The basement door' s still secure. With the old lock, he seemed to have something. FatherÁlvaro asked us to open it and I managed to remove the lock. After several attempts, we went down the stairs together. The air became the heaviest. The priest continued his prayers and as he reached the bottom, he sprinkled holy water in every dark corner. When he opened the box with the porcelain doll and other objects, his expression hardened and began to pray more strongly.

6:15 The basement seemed to have suffocated even more and finally, FatherÁlvaro ended his blessing with one last prayer making the sign of the cross in the air. He looked at us seriously, but also with concern. He told us that he had done everything possible to free any soul or presence trapped in the house, but that we should be attentive and keep faith clear, and I thanked him. Hoping it would have worked that night, the house seemed quieter. Strange noises disappeared and the air felt lighter. It was only a few days before the calm faded and the real terror began to manifest. One night while I was sleeping, I was awakened by a sound that came right from the basement. I felt an icy stabbing of fear in my chest. While I was getting out of bed trying not to wake up clearly. I went down the stairs quietly until I got to the basement. I found the door wide open something that was impossible, since we always locked it for the safety of the children. I knew I was gonna find something in the middle of the basement. The porcelain doll was standing staring with its glassy eyes. She wasn' t alone around her There were shadows, but she couldn' t

7:46 see them well. At that moment I receded without looking away from those shadows that seemed to suddenly observe me a force. He pushed me back, making me fall to the ground. I still remember that situation. I felt like given and a thousand voices were all around me. At that moment I felt despair, but at that moment I got up from a jump and ran up the stairs, closing the basement door of a slam. The next day, clear he noticed my paleness and trembling hands. I tried to explain what had happened, but the words seemed insufficient to describe the terror I had felt.

8:26 We decided not to tell the children not to scare them, but clearly and I knew we were in danger. That same night, the presence became more intense, The doors began to open and close themselves. The objects moved for no apparent reason and the rancid smell became unbearable. Carla and Martin also began to notice strange things. My daughter complained about nightmares and said that a woman was watching her from the edge of the house, while Martin was talking about a friend who was saying terrible things to her. Clara and I realized that we were facing something far more sinister than we had imagined. The true soul inhabiting the house had awakened and was unwilling to leave us alone. FatherÁlvaro had managed only to temporarily calm the situation, but now that soul seemed more enraged. I started investigating the history of the house. I risked going down to the basement, where I could find old newspaper clippings and documents that talked about a tragedy that had happened many years ago. One family had lived there and they had all died in mysterious circumstances. The mother, a woman named Isabel, had been accused of witchcraft and had been murdered by the people.

9:54 That' s when we understood that his spirit had been trapped in the house. The presence that we felt the true soul was Elizabeth. We knew that we had to find a way to free her or face a life of constant terror on a night when there was a strong storm. The real horror broke out in our house. We woke up with a scream coming from Martin' s room. Clara and I jumped out of bed and ran into our son ' s room just to find him empty. The window was open and the curtains were in place. We desperately searched the whole house calling Martin, but there was no trace of him. Carla scared and crying. He asked us again and again where his brother was, but we had no answers. I felt a lot of panic at the time, a despair that didn' t look like anything I' d felt before. We called the police, organized searches with the neighbors and explored every corner of the house and its surroundings, but Martin was still missing and so had passed a few clear days and I could not sleep or eat every minute that passed without news of our son.

11:13 It was torture. One clear night and I decided to check the basement. One more time. We came down with flashlights. At that time, that fear in the house was not so notorious. It was until we opened that door. The air got colder and the smell was stronger. We went down the stairs slowly, feeling something was watching us. As we lit up the bottom of the basement, we saw Martin lying there on the ground motionless. We ran to him, but soon we realized there was nothing we could do. Our son was lifeless, his little body cold and pale. Clara collapsed in tears and I felt as if my soul broke into a thousand pieces beside Martin, Porcelain' s doll looked at us with its empty eyes there was something terribly wrong in its expression, as if it reflected the hatred of the soul that had tormented us. We knelt beside our son, unable to understand why such a horrible thing had happened to him. We called the police immediately and soon the house was filled with officers and forensics. They could not explain how Martin had reached the basement or what had caused his death. The autopsy revealed no physical cause and the case became an unsolved mystery. Martin' s loss left a void impossible to fill clearly and I clung to Carla trying to

12:48 protect her from the darkness that had invaded our life. We knew we couldn ' t live in that house anymore. But we also knew that we could not leave without facing the soul that had snatched our son from us, the terror we had experienced had transformed us. We were determined to find a way to put an end to their torment and to give peace to our family. It was only a few months since the tragedy of Martin, before Clara and I made the difficult decision to leave the house. The loss of our son had left a deep and indelible wound. We knew we couldn' t live there anymore. We decided to put the house for sale, hoping someone else could find a way to deal with what we hadn' t been able to.

13:41 Rumors of Martin' s disappearance and inexplicable death had been unleashed throughout the town. No one was willing to come near the house, let alone buy it. The neighbors before, friendly and supportive now looked at us with pity and fear. We felt as if the spirit of that soul had not only trapped Martin, but also part of our life and identity. Meanwhile, the house remained empty, but not in peace. The few interested who dared to visit her were quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of heavy air still pervading each room.

14:22 The smell never completely disappeared and the shadows became present mainly at night. We moved to a small apartment in the neighboring city, seeking to leave behind the painful memories and terror that we had experienced Carla, although still traumatized by the loss of her brother, seemed to adapt better to the new environment. We were trying to rebuild our lives, although the wound would never close at all. Sometimes at night I found myself thinking about the house and the entity that inhabited it. I wondered if one day someone would achieve freedom from the spirit that lived in that place, whether there would be any way to put an end to his torment and, with it, to his malevolent influence.

15:07 But those were unanswered questions and we knew we couldn' t live with that weight anymore. The house remained for sale for years its façade slowly deteriorating. It was said that during the nights we could still hear laments coming from the basement. We, though broken and marked by experience, keep going as best we could and so time passed. Even many neighbors of the town claimed to see the figure of Martin wandering around the courtyard. We knew that, one way or another, his soul had stayed with the rest of those trapped in that fucking photographer basement. That morning I received a call that seemed to promise relief to my economy. A well- known local real estate company offered me a seemingly simple job of photographing a house they had just put up for sale.

16:15 Voice across the phone. He explained to me that it was an ancient property full of unique architectural details. He described it so enthusiastically that I couldn ' t help but catch it a little bit. Besides, the pay was good, almost too good, to be true, I accepted without thinking too much about it. When I arrived at the real estate office, I was greeted with kindness. They gave me the keys to the house and a map with precise instructions on how to get there. There was no need to accompany me, they said, as they trusted my experience and good judgment to capture the essence of the property. They asked me to deliver the photographs in a week, long enough to do a job for each one. I felt excited and curious. He had always enjoyed architectural photography and an old house promised endless opportunities to capture impressive images. As I left the real estate, I noticed a slight chill, running around my back, a feeling I couldn' t fully explain. It was a sunny day and the conditions were perfect for working.

17:26 There was no logical reason to be restless. I drove home following the map. The journey was long, crossing paths full of trees. After a long journey, I arrived at the property. It was just as they had described it as imposing. I could even swear that it looked like it had been taken from another time, a place where there was a lot of worn out wood. I stayed a moment in front of the entrance, admiring the structure with the camera ready I took the first step towards the entrance, not even knowing that that work would change my life when I entered. After several minutes, I walked the entrance road, covered with dry leaves and reached the main gate. The key turned in the rusty lock. When I opened the door, a cold air got me loaded with the smell of old wood and moisture. I turned on the lights, but many of the bulbs flashed and some didn' t work. The lobby was spacious, with a cracked marble floor and walls decorated with discoloured wallpaper. As I moved around the house, a feeling of heaviness began to sit on me. The house was quiet.

18:44 Even the sound of my own steps made a certain echo I tried to ignore what was happening, attributing it to the fact that I was alone in such a large and ancient place. I went into the living room, a large space with large candles, windows covered with dusty curtains. A large mirror hung from one of the walls, reflecting the light that entered through the windows. I approached to take a picture of the mirror. When I heard the first noise it was something like a lament. At that moment I turned quickly. There was no one convinced me that it was just the wind. Although the windows were closed, I continued to work, although my senses were more alert now, paying attention to every little sound. I went up the stairs very carefully, because I did not know the conditions or the support that those stairs had. It was clear he needed maintenance. Upon reaching the second floor, a sense of being observed became stronger between what seemed to be a master bedroom, the bed covered by an old dusty quilt. He was like someone left her like that years ago. As I adjusted the focus of my camera, I heard that regret again, this time clearer and closer. Followed by a slight blow, my heart accelerated. I repeated that I was alone that it

20:17 was just the normal noises of an old house. But as I walked down the hall into the next room, a shadow quickly passed through the corner of my eye. I turned my head, but there was nothing there. Despite my efforts to stay focused on work. The feeling of heaviness and unexplained noises were beginning to take my peace of mind. The atmosphere in the house became more and more heavy, as if something or someone was watching. I decided to speed up the pace, finish inspecting and photographing the second floor before anything else happened. Maybe at the time I thought it was my imagination, but something deep inside of me was sure it wasn' t normal at all what was happening. While checking one of the last rooms, the blow was heard again this time stronger and closer. My breath turned fast. I couldn' t ignore it anymore. There was something in this house. Despite what happened, I finished taking the photographs, I felt that I had to complete the work. Once I took the last picture, I rushed out of the house without looking back. I closed the door with trembling hands and headed to the car anxious to get away from the presence of that place. The journey back to my studio was a relief with every kilometer I left behind. I felt

21:48 that part of the weight I was carrying was fading. Once in the studio I got to work right away. I connected the camera to the computer and started transferring the images. Despite the strange experience, I was satisfied with the technical quality of the photos. The angles were good, the proper lighting and the atmosphere of the house had been captured perfectly. The first pictures in the lobby seemed normal, but as I checked the images in the living room I noticed something that made me stop dry. There were shadows, shadows where there shouldn' t be any in a corner of the living room. A dark shape delineated against the wall although at the time of the shot I had not seen anything there. I felt a chill running around my back. I continued passing through the following photos with a mixture of curiosity. In each image, the presence of these shadows became more noticeable. As I passed the photos, I could observe in the mirror of the living room the silhouette of a figure that seemed to be standing behind me. Watching me, I wondered how it was possible that I hadn' t noticed any of this while I was there.

23:07 The master bedroom was even more disturbing. The photos showed shadows near the bed, as if several figures were around her looking at her. The sense of being observed that I had felt at that time. Now I had a visual confirmation and it was much worse than I had imagined. Each new image revealed more and more forms. In the hallway. A figure appeared to appear through a door ajar its dark outline, clearly highlighting against the light that entered through the window. In one of the last photos, taken in a second floor room, a dark shadow was clearly outlined in the center of the frame, as if I knew exactly where my camera would be. I sat in my chair with accelerated breathing and heart, beating hard these were not mere shadows.

24:07 There was a presence in that house, something that my eyes had not been able to grasp at the time, but that the House had recorded without difficulty. I looked at the images over and over again trying to find a rational explanation. There was none whatever it was, I couldn' t ignore it. These presences, these strange souls, were real and now, having captured them in my photographs, I felt that somehow I had opened a door to a new curse in my life. I decided to face the situation directly and went to the real estate office. The owner, a middle- aged woman, greeted me in her office with a serious gesture. I showed her the photographs and explained what she had found, hoping to surprise her or at least provoke some reaction. The woman didn' t seem to be surprised at all. Rather, his expression hardened slightly, as if he were familiar with what he was showing him. He looked at me for a long moment and then gave me an answer that puzzled me. He told me something about making photoshop adjustments to clean up the images, suggesting that removing shadows so that potential customers wouldn' t feel uncomfortable. He didn' t say much about it, but his tone and his gaze indicated to me that he knew more than he was willing to admit. I left the office confused and worried how it

25:42 could be that the owner of the real estate knew about the shadows. My thoughts became more and more murky as I returned to study. When I arrived I sat in front of the computer screen and began to consider the words of woman love. I finally decided to take an intermediate path. I would use Photoshop to make subtle adjustments, to improve lighting and contrast, but it would keep shadows. He wanted to preserve the evidence of what he had seen, even though he did not fully understand its nature. While working on the photos, I felt uncomfortable every time I passed the cursor over the shadows on the screen. I had a feeling something was watching me from the other side.

26:33 I got carried away by my professional side and decided to complete the job I had been asked for at first. When I finally finished, the edited images looked cleaner. The shadows were still there, but now they were less noticeable more subtle. I was relieved and at the same time restless about what I had done. I uploaded it to the real estate server and e- mailed the owner informing her that the job was completed. His response was brief and formal, thanking me for my professionalism and telling me that the photos would be used for the property announcement. Although I had done my part of the job, the shadows in the photographs were still in my mind. It was a few days since I handed over the edited photographs to the real estate company.

27:27 I thought the matter was closed, but one morning I got an unexpected call. He was a nervous and somewhat hasty man who identified himself as the future buyer of the house he had photographed. He explained to me that he and his family were excited about the property and that they were reviewing the images online. When they noticed something strange. They had seen shadows in the photos, shadows that did not match any furniture or visible structure in the house. They wanted to know if I could explain what those dark shapes that appeared in the images were like. I felt momentarily paralyzed without knowing what to say. After a moment of thought, I decided to be honest to some extent. I told him that I had noticed those shadows during the photo shoot, but that I had not been able to find a rational explanation for them. I assured him that the photos had been edited to improve the visual quality, but that the shadows were real, even if I could not say exactly what they were.

28:34 There was a tense silence on the other side of the line. Then the man thanked my honesty and said he would talk to his family to decide what to do. Then we hung up the call I kept reflecting on what happened. The shadows in the photos kept remembering that there was something more at stake than just doing a photographic job. The days passed them by. While waiting for an answer, I felt trapped in a situation that, in a certain way, did not correspond to me, because at the end of the day I was not going to acquire that house. Finally, a week after the call. I received a brief email from the man I had called, thanking me again for my sincerity and telling me that they had decided not to proceed with the purchase of the property. He did not mention the shadows directly, but his decision spoke for itself. Despite the real estate company' s efforts to sell the house with the photographs edited, shadows remained an invisible obstacle.

29:41 The days turned into weeks and the property remained on the market without interested buyers. The owner of the real estate company, evidently frustrated by the situation, contacted me again. He asked me to come back to the house to take new pictures. This time, the tone of his voice denoted urgency explained to me that they needed to renew advertising with fresh and more attractive images, hoping to attract new potential buyers. I accepted knowing that I would face again the presence I had experienced before. The day of the photo shoot came and I headed once again for the old house. This time the atmosphere was more charged than I remembered. I parked the car and walked into the driveway.

30:30 When I opened the door, the cold air enveloped me again. I turned on the lights and started to tour the same spaces I had photographed before. But this time with a sense of caution, every room I visited seemed calm, but I knew the shadows were there in the dark corners that the light in my camera could capture. I took the first photos in the lobby trying to capture what was in my path, but the feeling of being observed never completely disappeared and my hands trembled slightly. As I adjusted the settings of the Chamber, I advanced to the hall, where the shadows had been most noticeable in the previous session. When I arrived at the living room, I turned on all the lights available to disperse the shadows, but that only seemed to intensify their presence in the images. Every click of my camera was followed by a sense of discomfort, as if it were invading a sacred and forbidden space.

31:32 At the same time, despite my efforts to maintain composure, my mind could not help but wonder what else could be hidden in this house. I climbed the stairs to the second floor. With each step, feeling heavier than the previous one, I took pictures quickly, feeling that every second I spent in this room increased my discomfort. The last room I had to photograph was at the end of the hallway on the second floor. When I opened the door, the cold air hit my face, making me fall back unintentionally. The room was darker than the others. Despite the light of day leaking out of the open window, I built up courage and went into raising the camera to capture the last image. But before I could even focus, I heard a whisper behind me I turned around quickly, but there was no one there.

32:30 As I walked back into the car, I felt as if a look was stuck in my back accompanying me until the last moment. I decided to face the photographs in the hope that this time the shadows would have gone away, but what I saw burned my blood. The shadows were more defined, darker and in some cases the contours of faces were evident. I felt dizzy and stunned. The truth I had captured in those photos was too much to assimilate. They were not mere shadows, they were trapped souls, presences of the hereafter that had found in that house a shelter or a prison. My hands were shaking as I looked at every image. I then decided to close everything, leave the photographic work and the real estate behind the shadows, the faces in the photos I had experienced in the house. I was slowly freaking out and I knew I needed to get away. Before it was too late, I kept the photos in a folder on my computer, the same ones I never showed to anyone. I closed the files and turned off the equipment.

33:42 Feeling a momentary relief. Leaving behind that dark chapter of my life, I decided to devote myself to landscape photography, away from any old property or abandoned house, that could hide darkness sometimes at night. I still see the shadows on my floor, I still hear the whispers with my name and I feel the cold look of those who never found peace in life buying the ranch. I' ve always had a fascination for places with history. That' s why, when I heard about the Santa Teresa ranch, I knew I had to buy it. Saint Teresa was a forgotten place in the middle of nowhere, with hectares of waste land and a ruined mansion that had once been majestic. Locals told stories about the ranch about curses, but I never paid attention to those gossips. I' m a rational man and I didn' t believe in ghosts or curses. For my Santa Teresa it was an opportunity to restore the house. The purchase process was simple. The first weeks were planned and evaluated. I hired architects, gardeners and restoration experts the mansion with its broken walls was renovated in every detail carefully and meticulously restored. For the

35:14 first few months, everything seemed to be going well. The place was full of activity, with workers and machines, taking care of every corner of the ranch. One afternoon, as I walked through the gardens, I noticed that one of the newly planted trees seemed sick. Its leaves, which should have been green, were withered and fallen. The next day I found one of the gardeners watching the same tree with a worried expression. I stressed the issue by attributing it to an irrigation problem or to the adaptation of the tree to its new environment. But as the days passed, more plants began to show signs of disease. The animals we had brought to the ranch, horses and beards mainly also began to suffer one after another. They were falling ill.

36:05 For no apparent reason, the veterinarian and agronomists found no clear explanation. It all seemed like a mystery one that became darker and more disturbing. As the days passed, the workers began to talk to each other. I knew part of what was happening was being related to the ranch curse. I always resisted believing in such things. A restlessness began to settle in my mind the sudden deaths of animals, the withered vegetation, something was not right in Santa Teresa and, although I had difficulty admitting it, a part of me was beginning to fear that perhaps the stories about the curse were not simple old tales.

36:53 My in- laws decided to visit us shortly after hearing about our acquisition and the problems we had been facing. They arrived on a Friday afternoon. While showing them the progress of the restoration, I noticed that my father- in - law Humberto observed every detail. He didn' t say anything at first, but his eyes mention some concern. On the other hand, my mother - in- law, always cheerful and enthusiastic, tried to lighten the atmosphere, admiring the beauty of the place and the transformation we had achieved. That night we had dinner in the large newly restored dining room, enjoying a homemade meal and the warmth of home. Despite the attempts to keep the conversation light, the restlessness about recent events crept into our minds, the health of animals, withered vegetation. Everything seemed to be part of something we couldn' t solve. The next day, my father- in- law asked to walk around the ranch. I accompanied him hoping perhaps to get some insight into his experience. We walk in silence, observing the gardens, stables and fields.

38:07 He stopped from time to time touching the dried leaves of a tree or examining the soil with a serious expression. At the end of the tour we stopped by the old well that was in the middle of the ranch. My father - in- law stared at him for a long time, as if he could see beyond his simple stone structure. He finally turned to me with a worried expression. He didn' t say a word, but his gaze said it all there was something deep in St Theresa, something that could not be fixed with simple reforms and care. My father- in- law suggested that we ride maybe hoping to better understand what was going on in Santa Teresa.

38:51 I accepted thinking that a night walk could give us a new perspective on the ranch and its mysteries. The full moon lit up the noose as we walked into the forest surrounding the property as we walked through the trees. The air was fresh, but a strange sensation permeated everything. We ride silently each one in his thoughts. Suddenly, the horses stopped abruptly nervous and shaky. I felt something beholding us, a presence that made my skin stand up my father - in- law felt it too. His eyes were nailed into the darkness that was spreading in front of us and then we saw it. Among the trees appeared a creature that seemed to be taken out of our worst nightmares.

39:40 It was an abomination, a grotesque thing between animal and human. His body covered in a dark, tangled fur, vaguely remembered a wolf, but it was much larger, almost taller than a man. The most terrifying thing was his limbs, his front sns were grotesquely human, with hands instead of claws and his feet, although clearly deformed were those of a person walking in a strange and unnatural way, clumsily swinging over his limbs. The creature' s head was the most hideous of all. He had human eyes shining with a sick light. His face was a nightmare mask, a combination of animal and human traits that should not exist. The mouth full of sharp and uneven teeth was twisted in a grin of rage. He issued a grunt that was heard all over the forest. At that moment I felt a chill going through my spine and for a moment terror paralyzed me. My father- in- law remained calm, although his eyes reflected the same horror I felt. The creature advanced one step towards us and the horses were shaking in terror without thinking about it. Twice we turned around and calmed the horses to get away as quickly as possible from that abomination. The sound of the helmets was heard with echo

41:15 and force in the night, while we galloped at full speed back to the ranch the heart, beating us strongly in the chest. When we finally got to the security of the ranch, we were both pale. We knew that what we had seen was not the product of our imagination. St Teresa harbored dark secrets and that creature was just one of the many curses that had fallen upon the place. The encounter in the woods confirmed what my father- in - law had already intuited. Something ancient and evil lived in those lands. The next morning, I decided to talk to the oldest foreman on the ranch.

41:55 Don Pedro was a man of few words, but with him he knew these lands like the palm of his hand. If anyone could shed light on what we had seen the night before, it was him. I found Don Pedro near the stables, checking the animals that recently seemed more restless than usual. I told him about our night ride and the encounter in the woods. When he heard my story, his face became pale. He told me a story he had heard since childhood, a legend that said that the creature we had seen was the cursed spirit of an old rancher, someone who had committed atrocious acts and as punishment, had been transformed into that abomination. His presence was linked to the earth itself, a curse that corrupted everything around him.

42:47 Animals and plants would get sick and die. If he was near and those unfortunate ones who saw him with their own eyes would suffer a similar fate. Don Pedro stared at me his eyes full of fear. He warned me that those who saw being cursed began to get sick slowly. First the energy faded away and then the body began to fail, as if the same life was gradually drained. It was the same fate that animals and vegetation had suffered at the ranch. The words of the foreman didn' t come out of my mind. Bringing with me, a panic could feel the weight of the curse on my shoulders, a feeling that threatened to consume my life. I knew I couldn' t ignore what was happening. Something had to be done to break the curse. As Don Pedro returned to his work. I stood there by the stables, feeling the cold morning rushing to my bones. As the days passed, my father- in- law and I began to notice the first signs of illness. At first it was a sense of constant fatigue, a heaviness that did not disappear as much as we rested. The health we had ever had evaporated slowly, leaving us weak and exhausted. The nights turned into torture. Both my and my father- in- law' s minds

44:22 were invaded by nightmares that seemed too real to make dreams alone. In my dreams. The beast that we had seen in the forest chased us his evil - filled human eyes and shining in the darkness, could feel his fetid and hot breath on my face and hear the sound of his footsteps, getting closer and closer. The images of the creature were repeated night after night. I woke up soaked in sweat with my heart, beating fast and a choked scream in my throat. My father- in- law, despite his peace of mind, could not hide his own torture during the day. Our condition was only getting worse. The doctors found no explanation for our weakness, the tests showed nothing conclusive and our forces continued to fade. The skin became pale and a very rare cough began to manifest. Dreams became more vivid and terrifying with every night that passed. In them the beast not only altered us, but seemed to feed on our fear and pain. He could see the evil in his eyes growing as we weakened. It was as if his very existence bound to our suffering was linked to us. In a desperate attempt to escape those nightmares, I tried to stay awake during the night, but the lack of sleep only made my state worse. I soon realized there was no escape.

45:54 The curse that had fallen on St Theresa not only affected animals and vegetation, but it was also destroying human beings. My father- in- law and I shared a silent bond of pain, knowing we were facing something much bigger and darker than we had imagined. Despite our weakness, we could not afford to surrender as the disease progressed and nightmares persisted. We knew we had to find a solution before it was too late. The weeks passed and our condition only worsened. My father- in- law began to decay faster. His toe became more persistent and his skin took on a strange tone. Despite the efforts of doctors and our hopes for a solution, the situation became increasingly difficult.

46:52 One afternoon I knew the end was near. My father- in- law' s breath had become cut and painful. I sat down by his bed, feeling a mixture of impotence. My mother- in- law with her face bathed in tears held her hand. As I watched him die that night, dreams returned the beast was there as always, but this time it seemed closer, more real. His presence was terrible and he could feel his dark and ancient power. Enveloping me I woke up startled with my heart, beating only to meet the silence of the room, at dawn. My father - in- law had died his body finally yielding to the curse that had consumed it. While the earth covered my father- in- law' s coffin. I could see that beast laughing at what had happened. It was really a cursed being that I never ended up discovering its origin accurately. I still remember his sharp fangs, the watchful spirits. Many legends and myths surround the magical town of Orizaba, but one that cannot be missed is that of the haunted house of orizaba itself that has aroused the curiosity of locals and visitors.

48:22 The haunted house of orizaba is a place that attracts curious of the paranormal, because, according to testimonies of inhabitants of the municipality, the few who have dared to enter the house have had frightening experiences. The legend surrounding the haunted house is that the first person to spend a night in the place will have the right to keep the property as a demonstration of his courage and willpower. The legend begins with that the property belonged to a wealthy couple Javier and Emilia, who had received the house as a generous gift from Javier' s parents, in love with the quiet atmosphere and views, decided to make that mansion their home and started planning a family. Soon they hired a steward named Ezekiel, a man of trust and absolute dedication. Ezekiel became an indispensable part of life in the mansion, attending to every detail. His presence ensured that everything worked perfectly, so much so that he reached a point where the couple became accustomed to both their efficiency and their discreet company. The years passed and, as is the fate of all, Ezekiel began to show signs of disease.

49:45 Despite the efforts of doctors and the loving care of Javier and Emilia, the butler finally died leaving a void in the house and was buried in a small corner of the garden, under an ancient oak that Ezekiel used to care for. After Ezekiel' s death, the mansion began to change. It was not something that could be seen in the naked eye, but a sense of fear among all began to appear in the hallways. The nights were especially murky, with inexplicable noises that disturbed Javier and Emilia' s sleep. Rumors in the village began to emerge and legend took shape. The spirit of the faithful steward was said to have found no peace and he continued to guard the house by preventing anyone else from taking his place. Eventually, the mansion was abandoned. Javier and Emilia, unable to withstand the atmosphere of the place, moved to a distant city. From that moment on, the legend, fed by generations of orizaba residents, stated that the first person to spend a full night in the mansion would have the right to keep the property. A test of bravery. Decades later, the house was still standing, slowly falling apart under the shadow of Ezekiel’ s soul. The news of the opportunity spread and the curious came, but they all abandoned the attempt unable to endure the

51:19 strange atmosphere that dominated the mansion. It was then that a young man named Alexander, decided to accept the challenge with his flashlight in hand, entered the mansion at nightfall. The first moments were quiet, with the moon illuminating the corridors, but as the night progressed, the temperature dropped and the feeling of being observed became unbearable. Alexander stood firm. I knew stories were just stories like that. He settled in the main hall and prepared to resist anything. But at midnight the souls began to become present, first as a distant cry, then clearer, as if someone spoke right behind him. Alexander rose by directing the light of his flashlight to the sound source. There you could appreciate the figure of a tall, thin man, with a lost look and an expression of sadness. Without a doubt, it was that quiel. The soul of man watched him for a moment his figure blurting like smoke, then with a sigh that seemed to come from the very heart of the house. He told him that if he managed to stay until dawn, that house would be his property, but he should know that that night would not be easy.

52:46 The following hours were a storm of noises and disturbing visions. Alexander stood firm, repeating himself that he had to endure minutes before Alexander went out the door of de and sns, showing that he could, with all the legends of the house. A strange silence took over the place. The darkness seemed to return, even though everything in his mind had already dawned dark. At that moment, the man assured as his vision clouded, his legs weakened and, before he could react, collapsed on the ground. Unconscious time seemed to stop while he was there. The house with its old walls was still on course.

53:29 The hours were advancing, but no one came through the door. Suddenly, a series of flashing lights began to travel the corridors. Alexander began to stir his unconsciousness, apparently, had been disturbed by the souls around him in his dreams visions came as if they were flashes of what had been experienced at that time. And that was when, suddenly, Ezekiel’ s afflicted face appeared. His body. I trembled, but I didn' t wake up prisoner in an endless nightmare. At that time, the subconscious analyzed that what was really happening was that the spirit wandering around the house had taken over his body. Meanwhile, outside the city of orizaba, he was at peace alien to what was happening inside the mansion. The inhabitants, enveloped in their own legends and fears, ignored what was happening inside with Alexander. It was when Alexander' s hope returned, seeing a ray of sunshine crossing the windows little by little, that his eyelids began to move and awoke. He joined slowly confused and weak. The events of the previous night mingled in his mind as a dream, which had been so long that it seemed eternal, but the pain in his body reminded him that everything had been real. As he rose again from the deep nightmare, he noticed that the house had changed, not

55:04 in appearance, but in sensation. Looking around, Alexander understood that he had survived the night, but the house was clearly cursed at that time he assured that he would not spend the night or live at least one more day in that place. With the first step towards the future. As the new owner of the mansion, Alexander knew that the real test was not just to spend one night in the house, but to learn to live with the spirits who still lived in it. After that terrifying night, Alexander left the mansion and went directly to the notary to carry out the corresponding formalities. He knew that, according to legend, he had won the right to property, but was not prepared for what invaded him. Remembering the supernatural events the notary had experienced, an older man received saw. Alejandro. The man knew the stories about the mansion were well known. In orizaba and the notary had seen many try and fail before Alexander, with all the documents prepared and ready to be signed.

56:15 The notary paused for a moment and looked intently at Alexander there was a seriousness in his countenance that did not go unnoticed. The old man before Alexander signed again repeated to him if he was sure that cursed property would pass into his hands, for by doing so he would also accept the curse upon him. Alexander, recalling the visions and whispers of the night before, doubted it for a moment, knew that the question of the notary was not a mere formality. Accepting the house meant more than simply owning a property. It meant living with the constant presence of legends and, of course, of the souls that invaded the place. Alexander nodded had survived the night and although the experience had been terrifying something within him, he felt that he could face the curse, even find a way to break it. He signed the papers. The notary also signed and sealed the papers, making the transfer of the property official.

57:22 Alejandro handed over the keys to the mansion. That man ended up wishing him the fate that many had not found upon entering the house. Deep down, they both knew it was almost impossible to challenge a legend centuries old. Alejandro took the keys on his way out of the notary' s office. Fear began to invade him. I knew the mansion was yours now. With everything that implied. Upon returning to the mansion, Alexander stopped in front of the entrance, the imposing structure. He seemed to observe his windows with it as dark eyes. But now armed with courage, he entered the house with the intention of claiming from the spirits what now belonged to him. That man, frustrated by terror and all that he had lived in those days, knew that it would not be easy. As he walked through the rooms, he felt a deep look, which seemed to come from the largest corner of the place. Most likely it was that kiel that faithful butler who seemed to accompany him. That shadow remained silent and static, so much so that for a moment he thought it was his own imagination over time, Alexander understood that true terror became present at night. The rest of his days he dedicated them to restoring the mansion, not only in its physical structure, but also in its

58:53 energy. These activities were carried out by the day only after everything happened. He cleaned every corner, let in the light and fresh air and invited friends and family to fill the house with life and joy. Slowly, the mansion began to change. Everyone knew that real terror began at night. Alexander' s decision to turn the mansion into a meeting place for the Community arose from transforming the energy of the house and returning it to a positive purpose. After weeks of planning and renovations. He decided that the mansion would become a library, a space where the inhabitants of orizaba could gather to learn and share stories.

59:45 The news spread quickly throughout the city and soon the mansion, before seen with fear, began to be seen better. Alejandro worked to restore every corner, preserving the ancient architecture, but but to be added prying modern comforts. The walls were now adorned with shelves full of books of all kinds. The opening day was a memorable event. Families, whole, students and curious came to see the transformation of the famous haunted house into a library. Alexander welcomed everyone with a smile, guiding them through the corridors that were now illuminated and full of life. Alexander maintained a firm rule. The library would close its doors at seven p m. On the dot. He knew that, although he had managed to change the vibe during the day, the night still harbored mysteries and presences that he did not want to risk his visitors at that time.

1:00:47 He himself secured the doors and windows, making sure no one stayed inside after dark. The first months of the library were a success. The Community enthusiastically welcomed the space and Alexander was proud to have transformed the mansion into something so positive. The nights were still a fear. Often while performing the closing rounds. He felt the presence of Ezekiel and other spirits still in the house, although they did not harm him, reminding him that the curse was still present. One night after closing the library and checking that everyone had left, Alejandro went to his small office at the mansion. The clock marked eleven o ' clock at night when he heard a strange noise, took his belongings and the next day he took a surprise, finding the notebook with messages written in an ancient calligraphy. The days passed quietly. On a Thursday, when the library had closed its doors. As usual at seven o' clock in the afternoon, a group of young people decided to challenge the multiple legends and sneak into the mansion. They had heard the stories and in search of strong emotions.

1:02:10 They wanted to experience firsthand the mysteries that the mansion had. There were five in total. Mateo Andrés, Sofía, Laura and Javier, with flashlights and backpacks full of supplies, sneaked out of a back window that they had left open inside the mansion. The vibe was very different from the one that was lived during the day, starting with the silence, which was so strong, because the young people were initially excited and laughed nervously, but that emotion soon became restless. They passed through bookshelves full of books, explored the restored rooms and took photos, mocking the legends surrounding the place. As the night progressed, they began to feel a cold that zapped to the bones and a sense of being observed became more and more intense. About midnight. Things began to take a sinister turn. The flashlights blinked and then went out completely, remaining in absolute darkness. Some screams were first heard very far away, but then they were getting closer and closer. At that time, those young people tried to stay together, but fear seized them and began to disperse desperately looking for a way out. Matthew tried to calm his friends, but suddenly he

1:03:45 felt an icy hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly, but saw no one. The panic invaded him and although he tried to keep calm, the feeling of being persecuted was greater than his courage. Sofia and Laura found a room and locked themselves in trembling with fear as they listened to the distant cries of Javier and Andrés. In that same room, the shadows became present. Andrew, in his attempt to find his way out, stumbled and fell to the ground. When he tried to get up, he saw a spectral figure before him, Ezekiel, with an expression of sadness. He seemed to regret the presence of the intruders. Andres shouted his voice echoing in the empty corridors.

1:04:33 Javier, for his part, had found the notebook that Alexander had left to communicate with the spirits. When it opened, the pages were filled with words frantically written, telling stories of suffering. Javier felt a pressure on his chest, as if something crushed him. That' s when he felt acute pain and fell to the ground motionless. Javier' s screams alerted the others, who quickly gathered their pale faces. At that time they found Javier lying on the floor without life, with an expression of frozen terror on his face.

1:05:14 The vision of their dead friend filled them with panic and ran out with all their might. At dawn, Alexander found the window open and the clear signs of the youth presence in the mansion. That' s when he discovered Javier' s body. He instantly called the authorities and waited for their arrival, feeling deep sadness and guilt for not being able to avoid the tragedy. The news of Javier' s death spread quickly by praying. The community blamed the youth for their recklessness, but they also looked with fear at the mansion. Alexander closed the library indefinitely aware that the curse upon the house could not be underestimated. And although the mansion was closed for a while, the memory of a new tragedy became a very great and strong terror. Javier' s death marked a point of no return for the community of Orizaba and for Alejandro.

1:06:15 Despite his efforts, the incident left a deep scar on everyone. Rumors and stories of the curse of the mansion returned growing in detail and terror. The local authorities, concerned about public safety and under pressure from the Community, decided to revoke the permits for the library. Alexander devastated, but understanding the need to protect people, accepted the decision. The mansion, once filled with life and hope, closed again. Their doors and windows were closed. Over the months, the vegetation began to become notorious. Outside the mansion, the vines climbed through the walls, the windows covered themselves with dust and dirt, and the garden, which had once been cared for, became a wild field.

1:07:10 The house was again abandoned. The stories about the mansion soon multiplied. The inhabitants of Orizaba spoke about the night appearances, the noises and laments heard and the unexplained lights that were sometimes seen in broken windows. The legend of the curse was enriched by the tragedy of Javier, the old accounts of Ezekiel and the wealthy family. Children grew up listening to their parents' warnings, never approaching the mansion after dusk, and always respecting the boundaries that separated them from the outside world. The mansion became a forbidden place. Alexander, unable to bear the guilt and weight of the events, abandoned orizaba, went in search of pas rs, but always carried with him the memory of the mansion and the spirits that inhabited it In his travels. He spoke occasionally to experts in the paranormal and visited other haunted places in the hope of finding answers and so Orizaba' s mansion returned to its state of abandonment. Surrounded by mystery and fear, the Community learned to live with its presence and the many legends people mentioned about that place. Stories written and adapted by Andrea Lezama