SEMIHUMANOS, Los Túneles De Una Secta Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Don Alfredo' s farm. Every time I try to remember or look back, I can say with certainty that I would have liked to make better decisions. I know that many of those bad decisions were not completely within my control, since I was very young. Anyway, what I want to tell today is a story that' s a little long. It all started long before I set foot in that town. I used to live with my mother, who was a little uncompromising about me. It' s still a mystery to everyone how I managed to survive in their care. I have very few memories of that stage of my life, for which I am grateful. Without a doubt, one of the things I remember the most is the blows I used to give myself to the head every time I asked for something to eat or any other basic need. I have some scars, of which I have no memory. The specialists and psychologists I have dealt with have said that my brain has blocked much of those memories to keep me safe. I find it truly surprising what the brain is able to do only to keep us sane. At eight years of age I was a complete expert in leaving my body and getting lost in my thoughts. Every time my mother lost her mind I could forget full days. That was my defense mechanism, or at least that' s

1:36 what they told me for my fortune At that age, my father came back from abroad. He had gone to offer us a better life and although he believed he was succeeding. She was very surprised to see that my mother had not done her part. His arrival marked the beginning of a new stage in my life. He immediately took me out of that place and began proceedings to obtain my full custody. My mother did not do that easy task, but after a lot of money and lawyers, my father finally accomplished his task. I was quite aware that I was in very bad physical and mental condition, and when I asked the specialists, I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to start again in a quieter place. With that thought in mind, my father decided that it would be best to go to his hometown, in which, despite having no family, he remembered it with great affection. I thought it would be very good, both for him and for me, as I believed that, having had a very good childhood in that place, I could have it. So one good day we packed all our things and set out for that town. This one was very far from the city and as far as we arrived, I could feel how all the inhabitants of that town looked at my father' s car, some curiously and others in a more

3:08 derogatory way. My father assured me that everything was fine, that maybe they would find us strange for a few days, but that as soon as they got used to it, they would stop looking at us that way. He also told me that' s how small towns used to be. I had lived my whole life in the city. I never left home and even when I started living with my father, I used to lock myself up most of the day and be completely alone. By that time, my father had put a lot of effort into learning the basics about what is expected of a child my age in educational matters, but he was not a teacher and knew that I had to go to school, although I was not sure how I would adapt, as well as being convinced that it would help me to start socializing with other children. It took me about a month to get ready enough to get into first grade. My father made a lot of effort to make sure he was. He was the biggest kid in the first year. That, not to mention my extreme shyness and fear of almost anyone. That immediately triggered the children to see me as a fairly easy target. Far from what my father thought about the people' s children being more friendly and understanding, it was quite the opposite. You' ve heard the phrase. Children can be

4:42 very cruel. That stage of my life describes it perfectly. I wish my brain had helped forget those bad times, but for my bad luck, I have quite a few memories of that stage. I don' t think there was a day when I didn' t get a hit from one of the kids. They used to call me a crybaby and other insults. It was no surprise that almost in most breaks I tried to sneak away to some remote place where I could be, even a few minutes, in complete tranquility and feel safe. It was on one of those occasions that I went to one of those places that I ran into Aldair. Aldair was a third grader.

5:29 He was famous at school for being very poor and this could be noticed a lot in his clothes, although we all wore the same, as we dressed in uniform, Aldair' s used to be old, to the point that there could be quite a lot of rivets everywhere. I don' t think there was a single place in his clothes that wasn' t cooked. His shoes were older. It almost seemed that he had taken them out of a garbage dump to the Dayr was the son of seven brothers. I can remember very well that day, because it was the first time I had a friend, although I found myself somewhat scared that he wanted to hit me. Like the rest of the children, this one seemed to like my lunch box, which was spitting. That lunch box helped start a little conversation about it.

6:19 I shared my lunch with him, as he had nothing and that was the beginning of a very good friendship, although the harassment did not stop. If there was a change about school, I was excited to talk to him. He was my first friend and we used to have a lot in common. We liked the same cartoons, hobbies and, apparently, he was also bothered by the children of his class. I guess that brought us even closer together. Many times. He went to my house to play with the Nintendo and my cell phone that my father had given me on my birthday. We could talk for hours and never run out of food. He was the first person I could tell about my mother' s life and why we moved into town.

7:08 In turn, he told me how lonely and forgotten he sometimes felt, as well as really hated being the middle child. We both seemed quite grateful to have met each other. Time quickly advanced to October, almost at the end of October. To be more accurate, the atmosphere about the feast of the day of the dead became present throughout the town and the school. It was no exception for that moment. I was almost used to bullying and all this involved, so by those days the school was quite normal. It was exactly October 30 on a Friday and we were quite anxious for our weekend, which was going to be a little longer because for the holidays on Monday we would not have classes. So we were pretty excited about that. We were only an hour from the end of school. When Professor Marcos, who was our arts teacher moved by the essence of the festivities of the dates, told us that we could tell some horror story that we knew. Many children raised their hands eager to step forward to tell some stories. There is not much to say about these, as they are all common stories that children tell,

8:39 so after a while of hearing several of these stories, the teacher said it was his turn before telling that story. He warned us that he was very strong and that if any of us really could have a problem with that or he was very scary. The best thing was to leave the classroom because there was very little left. Many of the children came out not so much because they were afraid, but because they liked the idea of going out better. A little earlier, me and five other children decided to stay and listen to the teacher' s story. As soon as we were alone, the professor closed the door and getting comfortable in a chair in front of us, he began by saying that if any of us knew Don Alfredo' s farm.

9:28 Most of the children nodded. I didn' t know what they were talking about. I knew there was a farm almost at the beginning of the village, because when we got there, but even though it looked abandoned, I didn' t ask any questions about it. For my fortune, the professor saw my clear confusion and this confirmed to me that it was the same farm that was at the beginning of the village. He also questioned whether any of us knew why no one lived on that farm. Some said they were scared and others said that their owners had just one day gone or that their parents had told them. The professor, very serious, said he knew the truth.

10:13 He told that when he was just a child, that farm was still in operation and that he himself came to see. Don Alfredo was an old man, very antisocial and he was quite grumpy with all the people who approached him. Some people who had come to work with him said that he used to wander all over the ground, reciting incomprehensible words and prayers, as in an ancient language that no one could decipher. He was said to be a sorcerer or something. Some told how in the evenings animal screams could be heard, which were heard with a great deal of panic. Others claimed to hear people and those who liked to invent more stories used to say that you did.

11:01 Out there, very late at night you could see a lot of people on the ground. Which, the more you saw them, the more you could realize that they were not human beings, although in reality no one had proof of anything, so many just said he was a lonely old man. Back then, the professor was nine years old. He was a pretty curious, naughty kid. He told us that he had a group of friends, who used to get into trouble all the time and knowing all the things that were told about Don Alfredo, the intrigue of seeing what was happening in the Farm with their own eyes, shored them to plan to go in just to see. They knew Don Alfredo used to go to town once a month.

11:48 No one knew exactly what it was for, but they did know that he paid a person in the village to feed his animals in his absence. The person he paid for it was the wine, father of one of his friends and that was why they had that information. They also had the keys, which were a key piece to be able to enter and leave without being discovered. For them it was just a game and they thought it was a perfect plan. The teacher told us that they planned everything so their parents wouldn' t notice, saying that they would stay in different houses and that night they left for the farm. This account he had his doubts, but he didn ' t want to look cowardly before his friends, so he didn' t say anything about it and then they came The place seemed pretty normal. There were no spectra or animal screams or anything the stories told about that place.

12:50 It relaxed him a lot between the darkness and the resounding silence that hovered over the place. The children began to make different bros and to tell their theories of the farm and the different versions that they had heard. To the adults to say about that place, it seemed that none of them were realizing the great danger they were running with just the fact that they were walking around. After a while of walking through the barn and near Don Alfredo' s house, they decided to go see the animals didn' t seem to have anything out of the ordinary. They were just farm animals, with nothing more exciting than that. This changed when they arrived with the horses, although everything seemed in order and seemed calm, when they entered the stable more one noticed a gate covered by the hay, which was on the ground and was closed with a thick chain with padlock. It was clear that they did not want anyone to go down there and that was more than enough reason for them to want to do so. They tried the keys that they took from the father of one of the friends, but, to their misfortune, none of the keys to that game seemed to be the one that opened that lock. They were very disappointed in that, as they were really curious to know what they were hiding, as much as to protect it. That way. It was then that another of his friends, who always used to be the one who put

14:24 them in the most trouble, proposed to enter the house of Don Alfredo. I was completely convinced they' d find the keys inside. That didn' t seem like it to everyone else. Entering the farm was one thing, but entering his house directly seemed too much to them. But in the end, with many doubts they were encouraged to enter the house. The professor says there was a lot of moisture inside. That' s what he remembers most from inside the house. Everything looked very old and everyone started searching in different places. The search ended when the youngest of his friends found a key, which looked as old as the lock. They were all surprised because they had really found the key and without losing a single second, they returned to the stable. It took them a little while to remove all the hay, but finally they were able to open that padlock and when opening the door it hit us a rather unpleasant scent, like animals, dead and dirt. All intertwined.

15:35 That discouraged much of them, for they thought that there should be some decomposing animal below, but this meant that they had entered a foreign house and had done absolutely everything for nothing. So, encouraged by the most troubled child, one by one, those old steps went down. The professor counts s s NS. Everything there was very similar to mine tunnels. They looked very long and dark. There seemed to be no light of any kind, but that was no problem, as they had their flashlights. In this way, they began to walk through those tunnels that at that time seemed endless. Everything was very dirty, full of dust and there wasn' t much to look at. The smell was getting fainter and fainter and despite being quite nervous to meet in that place, most of them seemed a little excited. They walked for a long time without seeing anything but a tunnel. Some of them were already proposing to come back, as they were tired, but their friend had proposed to walk just a little longer and if he didn' t see anything interesting, then they would leave. As they argued about it, his friend pointed to stairs descending even further. That seemed very strange to them, since they already thought they were down enough so that there would be still more to

17:07 come down. The professor says he didn' t want to walk anymore. He wanted to come back, but his friends started to descend and he only had the option of going down with them or going back down the dark road completely just to leave. And in this way he would not only be a complete coward in front of all his friends, but he would probably also be discovered, as he would have no choice but to return home. So he went down with them. Once down, the atmosphere began to feel very heavy, there were no more laughter or comments that had accompanied them all their way.

17:48 So far everyone seemed to feel it, but no one seemed to want to say anything. The atmosphere was oppressive and even he felt that at one point he had difficulty breathing. Still, they continued to walk trying to find something interesting to see more than long tunnels. The professor paused a long time after saying that, almost as if he wished he had not been so curious at the time, his gaze became somewhat gloomy at that moment in history and almost for a moment we thought he would stop telling it, but he did not. He only continued after a couple of minutes in silence. He said it wasn' t long before they found something, because the first thing they saw was the candlelight. In the distance they walked in that direction and came across an altar. Everyone was already familiar with one. That altar was completely different from what they had seen before. In that people there was always talk of belief in God and seeing any other different belief was not good and that altar did not seem to be destined for the God they believed in. There were plenty of fruit and offerings that looked quite appetizing at first sight, but there were also very strange symbols and figures. They seemed a little sacred, but at the same time satanic. None of them knew what to say or

19:18 say about those things. In fact, they all seemed pretty terrified. Looking at that altar. Right in the center was the largest statuette. He seemed like a demon or something. He had many legs all around his body. He had a lot of mouths, too. It was pretty explicit and grotesque. None of the children could keep their eyes open for a long time That ' s when everyone thought they had had enough and it was really time to come back. When they were about to turn around, they could hear what was very similar to the screams of a pig or that they thought at first, because when they tried to listen, they seemed to be interspersed between the cries of different animals and, at the same time, screams of human beings, who shouted in a hideous way. It was almost as if they were torturing them as sadistically as possible, so much so that their little minds could not even conceive. And as if that wasn' t enough, everyone' s flashlights began flashing intermittently, until finally they all went out, leaving them in complete darkness. Fear caused none of them to stay together to run in different directions. He just ran trying to follow everyone' s voices, but very soon he realized that he no longer listened to any, didn' t

20:52 know where they were and tried to call them. He couldn' t see anything, not even his hand in front of his own face. Then he stopped running. He knew he had to think of something, but fear had already invaded him completely and prevented him from reasoning. While I was walking still without knowing where to go or even where I was. He found some stairs. That' s a lot of relief. He imagined that they were the same stairs they had descended from, so without thinking about it he began to climb. I thought maybe his friends were already upstairs that they might even have gone out and left him there. When he finally got upstairs, he realized that climbing up was one of the worst things he could do. At one point, the flashlight he wore, which was hanging from his pants, began to flash again and lit up lighting the place. That far from reassuring him, since he had back light and visibility, filled him completely with terror, since that place was not of ura where they had been before coming down.

22:02 It was a completely different place. It looked like a cave and the worst thing was that, from one moment to the next, those awful screams began to sound again, but this time I was sure they came from inside that cave. He wanted to go down again, but the fear at that time was so intense that he couldn' t move a single muscle. I could only look straight into the cave. As he listened to those awful sounds and at one point something more emerged, he could see something moving inside the cave, something that seemed to be walking slowly to where he was. And soon he realized that it was not only one thing, but several, which were walking in his direction. When they were close enough for the light in his flashlight to illuminate them, he realized they were people or at least he believed so. They were very bent and long strands of dirty hair covered their faces, dressed in very old clothes that more than anything looked like nightdresses, which fired a horrible smell of urine. They were crawling. The feet were less than a meter from him and he still could not regain mobility in his body.

23:22 It was when one of those people raised his face the most and the hair stopped covering him with horror that he could see that it was a dog, or that it seemed as if a horrible cross between dog and human had become present in front of him. His eyes were quite human and he had an almost human nose, although his snout was long and he showed the teeth just like those of a can He shouted echoing all over the place and at that time the other creatures who came behind raised their faces just to let them see almost the same thing. But they all looked like different animals with human traits. There were pigs goats and horses At that time he managed to have some mobility in his legs and although he felt like they wanted to bend, he had enough courage to get out of that place and run away. He ran very fast and felt that he had gone into the hospital. Even more so, he saw other stairs. He thought that maybe those could now be the ones he had come down the first time. These were much bigger and he knew he hadn' t come down so much for them. Any doubt dissipated when he heard those screams and those dragged steps again, which seemed to be walking straight towards him, he decided to go up They were very long,

24:52 but he did not want to come down again to run into those creatures again, so he continued to climb. Finally, he was found with a door just above his head, which, after some blows, opened and realized that he was outside. He greatly relieved him, though he did not see his friends anywhere, and decided to go to the stable to see if anyone was there. When he came back to the stable, he realized that almost all his friends were outside, except for one, who was always in trouble. The professor paused for a moment it was almost as if he blamed himself for not doing more for his friend or for not returning for him. Next in the story was that everyone left and didn' t even wait any longer.

25:45 They thought that eventually their friend would go out and go back to their house or reach them where everyone had said they would spend the night. That didn' t happen. Your friend never got out of there. When they were questioned about their whereabouts, they had to confess everything they had done, which triggered a search on the farm. The search turned the place upside down. They even went into the basement the children were talking about. The cops couldn' t find even the altar they were talking so much about. The professor says that he had not dared to tell about those hybrid animals, since none of his friends seemed to have run into them and the mere fact of mentioning them led him to believe that it would make him lose the little sanity that remained in his search. They found a couple of bodies, but none of them belonged to their friend or other children or people in town. They looked very small like babies. That was enough to arrest Don Alfredo and since then the Farm has not been operated. Don Alfredo seemed to have children or what they didn' t seem to want or have anything to do with him, so the Farm, little by little, was falling into total abandonment.

27:10 That was the end of the story. The professor added that his friend was never found for that moment in history. We all found ourselves quite intrigued to learn more about it. The professor said that' s all he ever went back to, and he didn' t want to. Everyone began to keep their things after that and the atmosphere was quite tense and somewhat quiet. Still, it had been a shocking story and I wasn' t sure whether to believe it. My father had always assured me that such things did not exist. They were beliefs that people said only to scare the little ones, but my teacher' s words seemed genuine and I didn' t know what to think. I waited until all the children were out of the room to address my teacher directly and question him about the authenticity of the story. He told me he didn' t want or have any reason to lie to me.

28:11 That was a true story or at least what I could remember when I told him my concerns and what my father thought about the paranormal issue. He said that people will simply believe what they want and that they will remain unbelieved until something happens to them. That' s where the talk ended and I left the living room. That afternoon I wanted to see Aldair. I wanted to tell you the professor' s story and I also wanted to know his opinion about it. It was very important for me to know this and I thought it would give me a broader perspective. His father had him working and that meant he couldn' t talk to him in at least two days. So those two days were hard enough for me, because I not only had to deal with loneliness, but now I also had to stay with the intrigue of that story, which had even given me some nightmares thinking about what those hybrid creatures that the professor had talked about would be like. I didn' t tell my father anything, because I already knew what I' d say about it. Besides, I didn' t want to get the professor into trouble for telling us that story and I knew my father would be upset if he knew that the professor was filling our heads with what he considered nonsense and a total waste of time, even more coming from a study classroom. Finally,

29:45 for the third day I was able to talk to Aldair. I shared the whole story as I remembered it, without omitting any details. I wanted him to experience the same fear I did. He listened attentively to every thing he had to say. When I finished he said it sounded pretty fanciful, especially about hybrid animals, it couldn' t happen in real life. I also told him about how the professor seemed to be quite convinced about it and I think that really changed his mind. Aldair told me how he had heard his older brothers say that there was a rumor on that farm that there was a lot of money buried and even one of them had suggested going after him.

30:33 Those plans never materialized and the Dairy believed that the reason was because there was no such money and if there was, he was almost certain that someone would have already taken it. We were talking about it for a long time and we came to the conclusion that perhaps Don Alfredo could be in a sect or something similar and what the professor had seen might not be hybrids, but rather people with masks, which were at some meeting of his satanic sects. That was more of Aldair' s idea than mine. I still didn' t know if his explanation was more credible than the professor' s story, but we finally decided to put the issue aside. The days continued with their manrmarity.

31:22 I, from time to time, still used to remember that story. It was something that had been etched in my brain and I wasn' t thinking of leaving. Nightmares used to be a little constant, but I still resisted telling my father about it. I thought if I waited long enough, nightmares would just disappear. Christmas finally came that was my first Christmas, away from that toxic environment I had lived with my mother and I was really excited for the first time. Who didn' t look very excited about the whole Christmas thing was Aldair, because his family didn' t usually celebrate it.

32:06 They used to work very hard on those dates and he used to be in charge of always having wood in his house so he could warm up during the winter. I think that was what I hated most and sometimes I accompanied him to find wood and it was one of the most unpleasant moments I' ve ever lived. His father used to take him very far almost to the limits of the village, ensuring that there he would find a lot of good wood, and leave him in the cold for hours until he returned. For him I couldn' t even imagine having to do it every day. It was December 22nd when the real nightmare began. That day he had accompanied him to gather firewood and we met his younger sister named Anna. This was a pretty adorable, gentle girl. Apparently, he was in charge of taking care of her that day and that did not seem to please her much. Not only did he have to carry all that wood to his house, but now he also had to watch his sister not get too far away. While we were talking about nonsense, we could hear some noises from a distance. They were voices from other children and as we searched more for that sound source, we ran into a small group of children on their bikes These were older than me than Aldair' s age. I make it clear that those weren' t

33:36 my stalkers, but they seemed to be his stalkers. This one seemed to see them with a lot of discontent. We couldn' t hear the conversation, but at one point they got off their bikes and started walking off the marked road. Al Dair assured me that they would probably go to smoke because they used to do it one way or another. His face lit up like he had a pretty Machiavellian idea. He told me he could do something to his bikes and then they' d have to walk back. The very idea of that made Aldair laugh almost with laughter and I couldn' t find the grace. I guess it was because those guys never did anything to me.

34:22 He didn' t even let me give him my opinion. He told me to keep an eye on his sister while he was taking the machete with which he cut the wood and began to approach the boys' bicycles. I wanted to go after him and stop him, but I couldn' t leave his little sister alone in that place, so I just saw what she was doing from a distance. He started cutting the tires off all the bikes. When he met the last one, I could hear a cry from a distance. He was one of the boys, who had clearly recognized him. That alert caused everyone to start running straight to where he was. He had no choice but to run back. Those kids were really angry and they were coming straight to where I was. Aldair arrived and carrying his sister, told me we had to run. I couldn' t think much. We ran out when I asked him what we were going to do, as those guys didn' t seem to want to forget what had happened and wanted to catch up with us. Al Dayr hadn' t thought much about the details when he did that action and just told me to keep running. We ended up hiding behind a big fallen log. Aldair' s sister looked really scared and he just told her she had to keep quiet. We could still hear the voices of

35:55 the boys in the distance, who cursed and called us derogatoryly both Aldair and me, for our fortune, we could stop listening to them, and that ' s when we knew that they had probably already gone elsewhere. We left our hideout and walked a little longer, wishing we wouldn' t meet the boys again and be safe until Aldair' s father came back for us as soon as we were about to get back on the road. When we could hear the scream of one of the boys, who gave out our location, we had to re- start the escape. I think that was the fastest time I ran I didn' t even care where we were going. I only knew that we had to get away and suddenly we knew that we were almost on the edge of the village, because right in front of us was the Farm of Don Alfredo. At that moment we ran into only two options to come back and face the beating that awaited us by those kids or hide on the farm. We thought that, because of all the stories that were told about it, they would not dare to look for us there and with enough luck, they would simply put it aside. So we took the option of hiding at the farm. When we crossed the old wooden fence of the farm, I could still hear the insults of the boys. Approaching, we

37:30 ran through the place. Everything was in ruins almost in such abandonment. We wanted to find a good place to hide, a place where they couldn' t easily see us in case they dared enter the farm. We wanted to enter the house, but the door was blocked with lots of boards, so we knew it would be impossible. We continue to search until finally reaching the stables. All that made me completely forget the main reason we were there and I could only think about my teacher' s story. That made me go back. All my nightmares started the same way and I certainly didn' t want to live what was going on. Later. Aldair told me not to be a coward and that if we didn' t get in there, then they' d beat us pretty ugly. So, encouraged by Aldair, I went into those stables. Clearly they were all empty and the ceiling was broken, which allowed some of the rays of the afternoon sun to pass away.

38:35 It was a mixture of moisture and a lot of dirt. My heart was beating so fast and I really didn' t want to be there. It was as I was completely immersed in the memories of history, that the Dayr cursed aloud that those words were approaching. They took me completely out of my thoughts and I could hear that it was true. The voices of the boys were being heard closer and closer. I didn' t know what to fear more if those kids or the story. That' s when the Dair pointed that door on the floor, I flatly refused. I didn' t want to go down for any circumstances, but he told me that we had no choice, that it was the only way, besides those guys probably wouldn' t come down and if they did, I didn' t think they could find us down there. I refused a couple of times, but without taking my opinion into account, he almost pulled me towards that door, which had no lock or anything. Rather, it looked completely dusty, as if no one had descended in years. He opened it very easily and almost dragged me down, made me descend along with him and his sister and made sure the door was locked. Once we were both down and stood in complete darkness.

40:00 Still listening to the voices from above, which seemed not to have reached the stable. I couldn' t quite tell what they were saying, but I could imagine. Upon dair he only signaled me to remain silent while with his other hand he would cover his sister' s mouth. While we were still trying to figure out what they were saying, we could clearly understand how one of the boys mentioned the floor door. Aldair started pushing me to walk further down that tunnel. When we were far enough away from the door, we could see the light. When this one opened, the boys discussed the possibility of us being downstairs. None of them seemed to dare to come down.

40:50 We were in total silence and suddenly one of the boys screamed something that made us freeze our blood. What he said indicated that they would leave us locked up before they heard the door door slam. We heard as if something very heavy was pushed into it. We both ran straight up the stairs and climbed up as fast as possible. We tried to push the door a couple of times, but this one was stuck with something from above. I quickly pulled out. A little cell phone my father had given me for emergencies, but I didn' t have any signal just in town. I was arriving a little now, in some underground tunnels, it would be impossible. I was in complete panic. I didn' t know what else to do or think.

41:40 We got off the ladder and got into a little discussion. I was claiming from the Dayr for having made that silly joke and telling him that now we would stay there forever and his little sister started crying. That' s when, remembering the professor' s story more, I realized that there was another way out. Only that meant getting deeper into that place. I told Aldair about the departure my teacher had mentioned in his story, and this one seemed really relieved. Without hesitation. One second, he said we should go get her. He asked me for my cell phone to light the way by giving it to him, turned on the flashlight and started walking. I stood still in my place. I didn' t want to take another step, though I knew that might be the only way out. I also knew that if that exit existed, that would mean everything else as well. Al Dayr noticed my fear, but simply said that we were not cowards and that surely those things had already starved to death. It' s been a long time since anyone came down there to feed them, or anything like that, and they probably didn' t even exist. Only the professor was trying to tell a good story and he invented something more terrifying than what really happened down there.

43:14 I wasn' t sure what he was saying. Yeah, I was sure I didn' t want to stay in that place and I knew he would go along with his sister, so I had no choice but to start walking along with him. It just seemed like a long tunnel and nothing seemed to inhabit that place more than insects and many spiders. I don' t know how long we walked I' m convinced that it was for a long time, because I was even beginning to despair and I came to think that those tunnels might not even have an end. I also thought my teacher' s story might be an exaggeration, but that also meant that there was no other way out and we wouldn' t stay there forever. I think that scared me a lot more than the idea of finding those hybrid beings. For his part, the day did not seem to want to give up on finding that way out. I believe now that it was more than anything to keep his little sister safe, that even himself kept silent all the time. I was about to tell you that we should better go back and try to push much harder the entrance through which we had entered. When the Dayr exclaimed something euphoric that there were stairs, he could not believe it seriously. They were there the story now had something more true. Without wasting time, Aldair began

44:47 to descend and I thought a little bit more and did it or not, but finally I did it too After all, I wasn' t going to stay there waiting for those creatures to find me there once. At the bottom, I remember looking everywhere where the flashlight was able to illuminate. He wanted to see that altar that the professor had mentioned in his story. I couldn ' t see anything. The altar wasn' t there. I also recalled that the professor had commented that the police had not found him either, so I thought the altar might have been removed shortly after they managed to leave.

45:30 I didn' t say anything about it and went on with Aldair, who was still lighting up trying to find those stairs so I could get out. From there he questioned me if the professor had said anything else, but I could only tell him that he said he ran much further inside and that' s where he had found those stairs. The place was pretty scary and the lack of visibility made us feel like someone would jump out of the dark to hurt our environment. Once down was much worse than when we were walking in a straight line. I remembered the teacher' s feeling when he said he was having trouble breathing, because exactly the same thing was happening to me.

46:15 I tried to calm down, thinking that I was suggesting and that if I kept calm, maybe we could even get out and forget all this. So, the Dair decided that we had to go a little further. While we were walking. My mind couldn' t stop thinking about each of the professor ' s words, but at the same time it also asked me questions of how we hadn' t heard any sort of supernatural scream or our flashlight had not presented any kind of problem, as it had done in its history. That made me think that maybe they just got lost in those tunnels and it might be that their fear had made him imagine everything else, we weren' t walking for long. It came to the point where I really thought that there was nothing down there and that we would be fine as long as we could find that exit the professor had said he came out of. The roads seemed quite intertwined and for a moment I thought we were just walking in circles.

47:28 I didn' t want to say anything, because the dayr was already quite dismayed on his own. Her little sister seemed to have entered into a sort of denial or something like that, because not only did she not speak or cry, she was simply looking lost. I was trying to remember more details about his story. I wanted to try to remember something, maybe a sign that might indicate that we were near those stairs, but nothing I could remember was useful. Not to mention that, whenever I tried, all my memories were diverted directly to those creatures that the professor had said he had seen.

48:10 Then it happened. The flashlight of the cell phone began to give small flashes intermittently and that made me erect every hair of the body and the cell phone went out completely, leaving us in total darkness. I could hear Aldair ' s little sister speak again and call him by name, saying she was very afraid. He also said he couldn' t see anything. The darkness was absolute and we couldn' t even see who was standing in front of us. I could hear Aldair' s voice, which asked me where he was and said if I could feel his hand, he told me that we should hold hands so we could make sure we stayed together. I thought it was a good idea. So, spanking LII, finally our hands met and we started walking. I think that' s the deepest fear I' ve ever experienced in my life, and I think that' s where my fear of darkness was born, and even though we didn' t know where we were headed, I was pretty quiet that we were at least together. I remember the first scream, or rather it was like a squealing, a mixture between a squealing pig and a dog, and it seemed to come from one side of us, as it heard so loud that it even hurt my ears.

49:36 But listening to it well, it was not only a cry, but it was several who flooded the whole place at the same time that a pestilent aroma began to be made. Present. Aldair told me what happened next, as he did remember everything. Aldair said that in a moment, the screams became so intense that he couldn' t help but release both me and his sister' s to cover his ears. He felt that whatever was causing those screams and squeals was a few meters away from us and that maybe they were just getting closer, as they were hearing louder and louder. He asked me what to do, for he had no idea, but he did not receive any reply from me. That' s when he felt something touch his shoulder.

50:30 First he thought it was me, but the hand he felt was bigger than mine and something bonier and the awful smell became stronger now and despite mentioning my name a couple of times he didn' t get any answers. He could hear the characteristic sound of pigs. Fear swept through it completely and that time we began to run apart and stay on our own. It was completely alone walking in the dark and groping around the walls, trying not to hit anything. As I walked, I remember feeling a lot of fear, that deep fear that permeates even the bones, and prevents you from thinking rightly or even breathing correctly. For its part, the day. She remembers perfectly that shortly after she stopped, she could hear her sister’ s voice, which seemed to be crying and calling her in despair. He followed the voice to meet her and keep her safe, but no matter how much she walked.

51:38 It always seemed like his sister was exactly the same distance. That' s when he felt some stairs. He thought he' d found the stairs that would take him out, but he didn' t want to leave me or his sister. So he started shouting our names saying that he had found his way out and that we should follow his voice, but he didn' t get any kind of answer. Walking still gently, I managed to see a light in the distance, which I thought was Aldair, who had managed to run the cell phone but when I got there I could see an altar which had candles on it. I can' t guarantee that this memory is real or that my mind is simply entwining it with the professor' s story and what he saw. But I have always believed that I really saw that altar, for I remember it quite well. It was almost like someone just put it on. I did not see that multi- legged figure that the professor said he had seen, but I could see some satanic figures, as well as symbols and what seemed to be blood vessels. I could feel a breath in my neck, a very heavy and warm breath. How I wish I had been in the dark at that time, for in this way I could not have seen what I saw. When I turned I came face to face with one thing I was not a person at all, because I had a

53:13 horse face, I was quite cheeky, to tell the truth, and I had very big eyes. He wore a very dirty nightgown and had long hair, which was more like that of people than of an animal. From there it is the last memory that I have more clear, because the others are only small scenarios where I run crying screaming the name of Aldair and his sister. I have a vague memory of Aldair rising from the ground up some stairs, and I also have the memory of when I went out with Aldair, but not with his sister. Al Dair, for his part, has a clearer and more horrible memory, having found the stairs that he believed would lead him to the exit and after not receiving any response from me or his sister, thought of going up and finding someone who could help him so that they wouldn' t get out of there. But when he decided to climb the stairs, he ran into a cave. From this cave there seemed to be much more shouting. He describes it as if there was a slaughterhouse in there and also says how the cell phone worked out of nowhere again and by lighting up inside the cave, he could see his sister in the background. He immediately called her to return to him, as he seemed to be getting deeper into the cave, but his sister was not even turning. He thought of

54:45 going after her, but immediately realized that his sister would never do anything like that. She was obedient and, even if she wasn' t, she was sure she would be afraid enough not to prefer going into a dark new rope rather than going back to him. One last scream came from his sister, who turned her head just to let a horrible hybrid creature see between a human and what seemed to be a cow or something. All he knows is he had horns the moment he saw her. That thing ran to him so fast that he could barely feel when the creature' s hands pushed him and he fell a couple of meters beating on the ground, He wasn' t sure if it was the fear or adrenaline of the moment. He doesn' t even remember feeling pain. He immediately got up to start running how he ran for a long time until he could see someone in the distance on the ground. He first thought it was his sister, but then, as he got closer, he could see that it was me. I was in a fetal position and my face was scratched. We still don' t know if something was who scratched it on me or I was myself. Because of the nerves and the fear I felt at the time. He picked me up and we both ran. We just ran until we finally could see other stairs.

56:12 The experience lived moments before made him hesitate to want to go up, but he knew we didn' t have many options, so we did. That ' s how we got out, but we still lacked his sister. We both ran straight for his father. Which he was looking for, too. Aldair was very frightened, but still he was able to tell vaguely everything that had happened to his father. For my part, I remained completely mute. His father ran to the farm and quickly went down, although he was not down for long. He immediately called the authorities, who quickly undertook a search to find Aldair' s sister. I don' t remember that quest.

56:59 I don' t even want to have been in the interrogation that Aldair says the cops did to us and, to anyone' s surprise, Aldair' s sister was never recovered. For my part, as soon as I was handed over to my father and informed of the situation, he tried to make me speak, but I could not. My father sent me with countless specialists, but we finally ended up leaving that town, because I thought it could no longer be a place where I could be well. The years went by and I lost any kind of contact with Aldair or anyone in that town. In time I was able to speak again, although, as I said before, the memories of that experience at the Farm had been blocked in my brain, like many others, so any question or doubt was never going to be answered, at least not from me. My father thought it was best, since this way he would not grow traumatized or blame me for the disappearance of that child. And indeed, so it was, with the help of many psychologists and with the passage of time. Even the memories I told them below had become quite vague and had almost been buried completely, although some nights I could still see that creature, half human, half horse, or there could be between dreams that altar, but those dreams were becoming less and less frequent

58:32 and I came to think that they were simple nightmares, that that in reality had not happened and that it had only been the fruit of my imagination. After all, he was just a scared kid. In time I became a teacher, I managed to leave behind the traumas of my past and, to be completely honest, I was doing pretty well in life for my twenty- six years. Everything lived in the past had already stayed there and now my life was turning towards a good future. The truth I no longer knew about Aldair O from his family, I no longer returned to that town since what happened and I have had no interest in returning. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante