Sus Ojos Rojos Le Quitaron La Vida A Mi Mascota Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My nightmare began on a dark and stormy night. When I met that sinister for the first time, his presence was like a peculiar shadow, barely perceptible. Back then I was walking along with my dog Max, down a lonely path in the woods. After my return. That' s when I saw a medium- sized black dog with a fur so dark that it was lost at night. But what struck me the most was his eyes, which were so red that they seemed to burn with supernatural intensity. At that moment, Max grunted erecting his fur, but the other dog remained motionless, watching us with a penetrating look. I tried to ignore the feeling of discomfort that invaded me and kept walking. For a moment I thought it was the product of my imagination, hoping that the strange dog would just leave us alone. However, I wasn' t so lucky. As we advanced through the village, the red- eyed dog followed us at a distance, always keeping his gaze fixed on us. I didn' t know what to do at the time or what exactly was going on. The only thing I was aware of was that something bad was coming. I accelerated the pace, but the dog seemed to follow us effortlessly, as if he were playing with us, enjoying our

1:36 discomfort. When I came back to look at the dog again, to my relief, I was no longer shaking my head trying to get rid of the feeling of discomfort that had invaded me, but something told me that this meeting would not be the last. When I got home, I thought I' d find out what happened to my parents. However, I knew that one way or another they were going to worry about me or my attitude. When I woke up the next day, I noticed right away that something wasn' t right with Max. The brightness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by an opaque and lifeless look. He was moving slowly. I tried to cheer him up with his favorite toy and caress him, but his response was minimal.

2:24 A feeling of panic began to grow as I remembered the encounter with the red- eyed dog. The night before, without losing another second, I took Max in my arms and addressed the nearest veterinarian quickly. The trip was tense. Fear was present as I watched Max suffer in my arms every minute that passed without an answer from my dear friend. It was unbearable torture. Finally we arrived at the veterinary clinic, where I was received by Dr. Garcia. Without needing many words, he explained that Max was experiencing an unexplained collapse in his energy and vitality and that he needed to undergo a series of tests to determine the cause. While Dr. Garcia was examining Max, I sat in the waiting room waiting for news. Every second felt like an eternity, but something within me. I remembered the red- eyed dog that appeared on our way that night. I knew I had something to do with my puppy' s new behavior. There was no other explanation for what was happening.

3:38 After several minutes, Dr. Garcia came back with a slightly worrying look. He explained to me that the results of the tests were alarming. Max was experiencing a rapid deterioration in his health, as if something was slowly consuming his soul from within. That situation was very strange. Max was a very healthy dog and all the time he had medical checks. It was almost impossible for him to have a chronic illness or time, as it always yielded positive results. In thinking and analyzing things, my fears were confirmed. The red - eyed dog had left a dark shadow over my dear friend and now he was fighting for his life. Determined not to give up without a fight.

4:26 I prepared to face what happened, but I had to make sure Max got the care he needed so badly. At nightfall, I headed for the forest once again, determined to face the red- eyed dog and claim my friend ' s life. I was really scared, but I had to do something about it. I knew it wasn' t going to be easy, because I didn' t know the true identity of that being who was chasing us in the distance that day, but I had to act now. There was little time left. First day of breeding to make a stop at my grandfather ' s house before going back into the dark forest. My grandfather Peter was a very wise and intelligent man. Upon arriving at his home, I found him sitting in his rocking chair watching the landscape quickly sensed the concern that was reflected in my eyes. At that time, he asked me what I was worried about. I told him all about the encounter with the red- eyed dog and Max' s sudden deterioration. For a moment I figured he' d think I was crazy, but I knew my grandfather would understand and maybe have some answers to help us. My grandfather listened silently with a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, with a sigh, he began to tell me a story he had heard from his own grandfather when he was young, a story about the Red Eye dog. According to legend, Red Eyes' dog was an ancient creature. He was a guardian of the night who wandered the

6:00 world in search of lost souls. It was said that those who crossed their path were destined to suffer a terrible curse, a curse that slowly consumed their vitality, regardless of their gender, physical condition, age or, in this case, whether they were animals. I listened attentively to every word of my grandfather Peter, with his wisdom and comforting words. I felt I had the strength and knowledge to face it. That old man warned me not to go too far, for it was a very important and delicate aspect to take lightly. Not only was it a legend, it was a reality that many of the people wanted to avoid out of fear of being consumed by such negative energy that they brought with them. After several minutes I said goodbye to my grandfather that night. I had a very scary dream. In it I headed one.

7:00 Once again into the dark and dangerous forest ready to face my fate and save my friend from the terrible curse of the red- eyed dog. Once I was ready in the woods, I was getting deeper and deeper into my flashlight, shaking in my hand. That' s when for hours I wandered through the trees desperately looking for some trace of the cursed dog. But all I found was the silence of the forest and the feeling that something was watching me in the distance. Suddenly, a loud and chilling sound began to be heard making me jump in surprise. It was a howl, a howl that seemed to emerge from the very depths of the forest. I recognized that sound immediately was the howl of max. Automatically and thoughtlessly he ran in the direction of sound. Ignoring the branches that hit my face and the roots that could make me stumble, all I wanted to do was get to where my friend was. I finally got to a clearing in the woods and there I saw a scene that icy blood in my veins. Max was standing on the ground motionless and with his eyes closed, while the red- eyed dog stood on him with a sinister smile on his face. Those fiery eyes shone with hellish intensity as they looked at me in a penetrating way. Also at that time I could see his huge black fur, which was impressive and at the same

8:33 time dark. I didn' t really understand what was going on. It was a nightmare that I definitely wanted to end at that time I was afraid of what could happen, both with Max, but also with me. At that moment I lost my vision of time and threw myself forward screaming Max' s name as I faced the red- eyed dog. But instead of attacking me, the dog just vanished. I ran to Max and lifted him up in my arms trembling with terror. His heart was still beating weakly. I knew we were far from safe. I didn' t really understand what happened.

9:16 I was very confused things and moments were beginning to lose meaning. Or really I was the one who was confused, or even mad at thinking about that dog and so with the terror that invaded me, I headed back home with Max in my arms, praying to find a way to break the curse. Before it was too late I woke up startled with a fear in my chest, with the echo of the howl, of the red- eyed dog even in my ears slowly flashing to acclimatize to the sunlight that was leaking between the curtains of my room. My mind was confused, trying to understand between reality and the dream I had just experienced. I got out of bed trembling with the persistent feeling that something wasn' t right. I looked around my room looking for some sign of what had happened, but everything seemed to be in order, as if nothing had changed. Ever since I went to sleep the night before. Determined to find answers, I dressed quickly and left my house in the direction of the forest, even though it was daylight that there was still a little fear of what had happened. As I reached the edge of the forest, I stopped and there were no signs of unusual activity any clue to what had happened that night. As the days passed, I felt really confused. After my strange experience in the woods, I tried to cling

10:52 to the idea that everything had been just a dream. The persistent feeling that dog existed was real. But even in the midst of my own anguish, my heart broke when Max finally, after several days interned in the vet, died that mysterious illness I had consumed it in an impressive way since that night in the forest. Seeing him leave was like losing a part of myself, a part I could never get back. As I watched his body, I knew in the depths of my being that his death had not been just a natural tragedy. He had been a victim of the Red- eyed dog, an evil creature, full of terror and despair. With a heart full of pain. I swore to find a way to put an end to the curse that had taken my friend' s life or at least to understand why these things were happening. One day, my grandfather came to my house. That day made me understand that I could not face a higher being and with a greater energy. The Red Eyes dog was not a mere creature of the forest.

12:09 It had a dark force that has existed long before we walked on this earth. Grandpa told me that the red- eyed dog was an enemy that was better to avoid than to face him. He was pretty worried about me. He decided to talk to my parents and was already a man of enough age to make my own decisions. My parents were worried about knowing everything that was going on in my life. One way or another, they doubted what was happening to me. Or that that story was a lie that I myself had created in the midst of my despair. I knew my grandfather and my parents were right. I couldn' t fight an enemy beyond my reach.

12:54 They tried to talk to me on several occasions, making me understand that holding on to that was only going to bring consequences and damage to my health. Listening to those words I came to think that I was also deteriorating, perhaps not in health, rather in an aspect of anger and despair that all the time dragged into my thoughts. As the days passed. Every night, when the darkness came, I could hear the distant echo of the howl of the red- eyed dog. I knew it was a shadow that never seemed to be far away, even in moments of peace and tranquility. Despite my efforts to ignore the sound, he pursued me remembering the presence of that strange being.

13:43 I never really knew what it was before if it was really a dog, a known Nahual or just the same devil that roamed the village. That question remained unresolved. The only thing I knew and what I was sure of was that the shadow that had chased me was definitely something cursed, something from another world that wanted evil for me. Every night, the howl became sharper, more insistent, as if the red- eyed dog was calling my house and knew what to face that dark entity. It was too dangerous and risky a task. The persistent call of the howl tormented me me mercilessly. I couldn' t understand things. Many days had passed without stepping on the forest or trying to face that situation in one way or another. I thought something would change. In carrying out those actions to rid myself of the nightmares that haunted me so much over time, I came to accept that the red- eyed dog was still a constant presence in my life that would always be present, even in the quietest moments. Those eyes so penetrating were unforgettable they usually appear vaguely in my dreams as if they wanted to take over my being Really, the situation led me to the brink of madness. Even in some dreams.

15:16 That dog tries to bite me while he looks at me with a hate. The nearby inhabitants warned the travelers and the curious not to venture into the forest during the night, remembering the story of the cursed dog as one of the greatest dangers of the forest, and at first many doubted that legend. It was enough to see with his own eyes that it was a reality and that that dog, with red eyes, could appear before anyone passing through the place. It was as if he was hiding waiting for his own prey behind the shadows of the trees. Years later, when I had my own family, I confined myself to commenting on what had happened to me. I didn ' t want my children to know that scary, sinister story I' d lived. What was certain were the limits I put on them when I did not approach the forest. They knew there was something wrong. Out there, however, they never knew exactly my story and for a moment, one of my biggest fears was that that dog in one way or another would approach them.

16:27 To date I knew it was a risk I had to take for life. Clearly, people whispered that I had been a victim of that horror story for many years. However, I began to deny it. I wanted to make the idea myself that it was not true to stop damaging my tranquility. All I wanted was to forget that chapter of my life that had marked me so much, as to remember the sinisterness of those eyes, and most people discarded history as simply a story or legend. Those who had felt the dark presence of the cursed dog knew that the truth was much more frightening than anyone could imagine. The fear that was lived in that forest was indescribable. The warning was not to venture into the woods during the night, as it was very likely that someone could meet that red- eyed dog. A story written and adapted by Andrea Lezama.