Terror De Duendes, Testimonios Reales Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 First testimony. About six years ago we had to face a very difficult event in our family, my aunt' s death. Who was my mother' s sister? My aunt was a very special person with a very peculiar hobby. He loved collecting leprechaun figures. These are not common creatures in most homes, but to her they represented something magical and charming. His home, where he lived for many years, was filled with these figures, each with a unique design and story behind it. My aunt had always clearly expressed her wish that, upon dying her estate would be distributed equally among her children. However, despite his wishes, after his death, his eldest daughter ended up keeping the whole house. This created considerable tension within the family, as it was against my aunt' s last wishes. The situation became even more complex when my cousin, the new owner of the house, began to experience very vivid and disturbing dreams. In these dreams his mother appeared insistently asking him to leave the house. These dreams were recurring and disturbing, but my cousin chose to ignore them and decided to stay there and live with her family. As time passed, my cousin began to notice even more strange and difficult to explain phenomena.

1:40 She began to feel that the goblin figures her mother had collected for so many years seemed to observe her. According to her, these figures not only looked at her, but sometimes seemed to move from the place on their own. These events were so frequent and disturbing that even his son, a little boy of barely two years old, seemed to interact with the leprechauns talking to them as if they were invisible friends. This series of strange events and the feeling of being watched by the goblins led my cousin to make a drastic decision. Although the figures had been a great passion for her mother and were an important part of her legacy, my cousin could no longer endure the oppressive atmosphere that had been created in her home in a desperate attempt to regain normalcy and possibly calm the conflicting spirits, she decided to get rid of the entire collection.

2:36 One by one. He took the goblin figures out of the house and threw them into the trash, hoping that with each figure discarded, the atmosphere in his home would lighten and the disturbing events would cease. When my mother found out about the decision my cousin had made regarding the leprechaun collection, she felt very affected. Despite understanding my cousin' s s montis to get rid of them, my mother could not stop thinking about her sister and how those little beings had formed such an important part of her life. Moved by her sister' s memory, she made a special request to my cousin. He asked him to keep one of the leprechauns as a fond memory of his deceased sister. Accessing my mother' s request, my cousin carefully selected one of the leprechauns, the same one that can be seen in the photo we share in the family. This particular leprechaun had a naughty smile and seemed to have a special spark, which probably made it stand out for my mother. Once the goblin was delivered to my mother, he placed it in a special place, in our home, in a furniture in the living room, where we could all see it and remember my aunt every time we passed by. Just a few days ago something happened that took us all by surprise. We were gathered in the dining room enjoying a quiet afternoon. Watching TV. My four

4:06 - year- old niece played on the floor, not far from where we were sitting. Suddenly, without any explanation, the goblin that my mother had placed in the furniture seemed to move on its own. He slipped to the edge of the furniture and fell to the ground as if he had decided to jump. My niece, who until that moment was focused on her toys, quickly rose up and picked up the goblin from the ground and, looking him in the eye, told him seriously not to throw the doll. Everyone in the room stared at the scene astonished and speechless. My mother and I exchanged glances wondering how that movement had been possible and what my niece' s words meant. The following days we were reflecting on the incident was particularly strange considering my niece had never met my aunt, as she had passed away before my niece was born. However, the way my niece spoke to the leprechaun and the way he seemed to move on his own made us think if somehow the leprechaun had a special connection with my aunt or if he had some unexplained energy that somehow manifested itself on that night, particularly as part of my usual routine.

5:30 Before I slept, I decided to listen to an episode of a very popular horror podcast. In this program, listeners share stories and experiences that they have lived and that have a chilling tint. As the night progressed and as I passed from midnight to 2: 00 in the morning, I felt the need to pause, especially knowing that my alarm would ring at 6: 00 in the morning to go to work with the horror story. Still ringing in my head, I got up from my bed and walked into the kitchen. The house was in complete silence. My intention was simply to drink a glass of water to quench the thirst and perhaps dissipate the attention that the podcast had generated in me. Just as I filled the glass of water in the kitchen, a peculiar sensation invaded me, a kind of chill that ran through my back. I felt like someone or something was watching me very closely. At first I thought it might be the effect of podcast, that horror stories had started to play with my imagination, creating an atmosphere of fear even in my own home. After drinking water and calming down a little, I returned to my room. That' s when I noticed something unusual. The ceramic goblin that had belonged to my late aunt and that was usually in a furniture in the hallway seemed to stare at me. His brightly painted eyes were fixed as

7:04 concentrated on something that only he could see moved by a nervous impulse. I approached the leprechaun and cautiously turned his head to the left, trying somehow to break that intense look that had surprised me. Despite this brief encounter, I decided it was time to try to sleep. Putting the leprechaun back in its original position, I went to my room, though with a slight restlessness that I had not been there before. The insistent sound of the alarm set me out of a light sleep at six in the morning, pointing to the beginning of a new day of work in haste. I got up, did my routine, personal toilet morning, and then went to the kitchen to make some breakfast before I left. As I toasted a couple slices of bread and prepared a quick coffee, my gaze turned involuntarily towards the furniture, where the goblin rested. To my surprise, I noticed that his head was back in the original position, looking straight forward as if he had never touched it. I finished my breakfast in a hurry, still thinking about the strange behavior of the goblin. No more time to reflect on what happened. I left home on my way to work, leaving behind the mystery of the leprechaun' s gaze, though with the feeling that something unusual was happening in my home. As

8:37 the days passed. My curiosity and concern about the strange movements of the leprechaun intensified considerably every time I returned home after a long day of work. The uncertainty about what I could find when I came in was taking over me. One afternoon, when I was exhausted, I found my mother in the room completely absorbed in a news program. His focus on television seemed unshakable, but I needed to clarify my doubts about the leprechaun. Taking advantage of the fact that my mother seemed a little distracted, I decided to ask her directly if she had moved the statuette of the leprechaun during the morning, perhaps without realizing it or for some reason she was unaware of it. My mother looked at me with surprise and denied having touched the leprechaun. In addition, he added that that particular day, he had risen quite late at around eight in the morning, which coincided with my departure to work. This revelation gave me a chill. If my mother hadn' t moved the leprechaun, who or what had. The idea that an inanimate object could move on its own disturbed me deeply. For a moment I thought of sharing my fears with someone else, but then I decided to keep my suspicions secret, fearing that they might think I was losing my sanity in search of some solution and perhaps a little peace

10:11 of mind. I came up with the idea of visiting the local church to get holy water, a symbol of spiritual protection I hoped could help in this unusual situation. With holy water in hand, I set up a small nocturnal ritual. Before I went to sleep, I carefully sprinkled the goblin with water, hoping that this act could somehow protect my home and my family from any strange influence or energy that might be present. Surprisingly, after starting with this ritual, no more inexplicable incidents were recorded. The goblin remained motionless and everything seemed to return to normal. However, the mystery still enveloped our house every morning. When he woke up what he first did was to verify the leprechaun ' s position. My eyes were looking for any signs of movement that might have occurred during the night. As the days passed, my interest and fascination with the leprechaun' s behavior in our home grew exponentially almost like a natural phenomenon in which a simple curiosity becomes an obsession. I chose to keep my visits to the local church secret and the fact that I had started using holy water in the goblin. I didn' t want to worry my mother or give her reason to think something wasn' t right. Also, explaining that

11:43 he felt the need to spray an inanimate object with holy water in an attempt to stop his mysterious movement might sound too extravagant, almost as if he was losing his mind. One afternoon after a particularly long and tired day at work, I came home and immediately felt something was different. As I entered, I noticed an alteration in the environment, a kind of tension in the air that had not been present before. I walked into the living room, where we always left the goblin on a piece of furniture and took a surprise. The goblin was not in its usual place looking towards the wall but now his face was facing the window. This unexpected alteration in the leprechaun' s position increased my bewilderment and concern. The feeling of strangeness was so intense that I stood there for a moment trying to process the change. The following nights, the atmosphere at home became more tense and full of anxiety. Every shadow and every small noise seemed to suggest that the Goblin might be coming alive in the darkness moving on its own. While we were all asleep. Determined to go find some logical explanation or at least some hint of what was happening, I began to keep a very detailed diary about the goblin. He meticulously noted every change in his position, date, exact time, and any other relevant observation

13:16 that might help unravel this mystery. This diary became a crucial part of my daily routine, an effort to document and perhaps understand the strange events that were happening before our eyes. Despite my efforts to keep an exhaustive record and seek explanations, life was going on in other ways. However, the presence of the mystery continued as a shadow hanging over us, constantly reminding me that there are phenomena in this world that are simply beyond our capacity for understanding. Second testimony. During the recent school holidays we decided that it would be a good idea to spend those days off at my sister' s house, located in a rural area. The property surrounded by extensive green fields and a peaceful atmosphere seemed the perfect place to disconnect and enjoy quality family time. Our days were filled with long walks through those fields and at night we enjoyed outdoor dinners under a sky full of stars, all accompanied by conversations and laughter. One night, when everyone was already retired in their rooms, my niece' s sobs began to resound down the halls of the house. Intrigued and somewhat concerned,

14:48 I headed to his room to find out what was going on. Upon arriving I found her crying in her bed, but when she asked what was wrong with her, she plunged silently, as if she could not or did not want to talk about what was afflicting her. This situation led me to talk to my sister about what happened. She with concern explained to me that her daughter had the strange habit of crying inexplicably every time she tried to talk to her about these situations. My niece was completely shutting down and avoiding any conversation about it. Despite this, the days continued to pass normally and the date of return to our house was approaching. But then another night it was my own daughter who cried late in the alarmed night. I left my room and walked through the dark hallways of the house until I reached the backyard place, where I finally found my daughter sitting alone crying in silence. As I approached him and asked him what was happening to him in between sobs, he confessed to me that he no longer wanted to participate in a game he had been playing with the other children. The situation became even more disconcerting when, according to her, a child that I could not see and seemed invisible to me.

16:14 I had warned him in a threatening manner that he should continue to play or face serious consequences. Surrounded by the confusion and mystery of the situation, I was paralyzed, unable to make sense of what my daughter had just told me. In the hope that my sister and her daughter could tell me something about it, I waited for them. Upon arriving I quickly asked them if I had seen any children, but my sister' s response only caused more confusion. She confirmed to me that we were quite far away from any urban center and that the nearest house was about ten minutes on foot and assured me that in that direction not only one lady lived children. The mystery intensified when my sister' s daughter began to tell her mother, who had also felt the presence of this invisible boy, who, according to her experience, threatened with punishment if she did not keep playing with him. She described how this enigmatic child had the ability to disappear among the trees, as long as some adult approached, adding a layer of the supernatural to the matter just then, the sound of fast and strong steps was heard as if someone were running into the nearby forest. My sister and I ran towards the direction of the steps driven by the possibility of catching this visitor. We arrived together at the edge

17:48 of the forest and stopped to observe in front of us was spreading a vast plain completely clear and with no place where a child could hide quickly. It was illogical to think that someone, especially a child, could have traveled such a distance in such a short time without being seen. The idea that someone could move so quickly through such an open space seemed to be drawn from a fantastic story. Beyond any logical explanation, we stood there looking at the plain illuminated by the moon, finding no trace of the so- called child. Returning to the security of the house, my sister' s niece began to tell more about the strange appearances of the invisible being who had disturbed her tranquility.

18:38 With a trembling but clear voice, she described how this being suddenly appeared right in front of her, being smaller than her and apparently materializing out of nowhere. The intrigue of all increased by hearing how this being instantly faded away as if it were capable of disappearing by sea art, especially when someone suddenly approached. Sometimes without even having the opportunity to hide among the nearby trees, the girl continued to reveal even more surprising and disturbing details. This invisible being often invited her to follow him, promising to take him to a secret place that he described as full of toys of all colors, something that any girl might find tempting and wonderful. However, she was cautious, responding to the invitations of the being. With caution he insisted that he needed permission from his mother before he could venture anywhere with someone unknown, especially with a being he could not see. Everything took an even more gloomy turn when the girl mentioned as on one occasion by refusing to follow her being to that mysterious place, she felt her arm squeezed hard. At that time, the girl was forced to give in by an invisible force that surpassed her. This incident sparked their

20:12 weeping and despair. My sister' s concern about the situation facing her daughter was very great. After hearing her daughter' s accounts of being invisible, a chill swept through her body and the idea that this was not a simple trick or childish imagination, but something more sinister. It began to take shape in his mind. The possibility that it was a malevolent entity was deeply troubling her as we tried to digest these disturbing details. About an hour after this conversation a neighbor arrived from the area. Seeing my sister’ s state of turmoil, the neighbor was quickly informed about the strange events that the little girl had experienced. The neighbor, hearing the description of the being, revealed that the being described by the child was a goblin. According to her, these beings were not common goblins, but mythical creatures known in local culture for their interaction with children, often taking them to hidden places and playing with them.

21:21 However, he warned that, while some goblins are unrelatively harmless playful looking for only companionship and fun, others may have darker motivations. This information left everyone even more intrigued and concerned. The neighbor, unable to contain her curiosity and concern, then asked a question that no one expected. She asked if the child had been baptized. The connection he made between baptism and the presence of the leprechaun puzzled my sister, who admitted that her daughter had not yet received the sacrament of baptism. Of this confession, the neighbor showed even more obvious concern. He insisted that it was crucial to take measures of spiritual protections, suggesting that holy water be sprinkled on the girl. He explained that, according to local beliefs and traditions, holy water could offer a form of protection against beings like the goblin, which could try to take the girl away if proper precautions were not taken. Following suggestions from the neighbor, my sister decided to take additional steps to protect her daughter from the presence of the leprechaun. In an effort to strengthen the safety of his home, he chose to bring home two large dogs. The idea was that the presence of these robust animals would deter any attempt at rapprochement by unwanted entities. The first night after the arrival

22:55 of the dogs, it passed remarkably calm. The girl managed to sleep all night without interruption a welcome change. After the disturbing events of the previous days, it seemed that the imposing and protective attitude of the dogs had had the desired effect, keeping the goblin at bay and allowing peace to reign in the house. However, despite the apparent calm, the atmosphere in the house was still filled with palpable tension. With every passing day, the nocturnal sounds seemed more intense and threatening and the shadows became bigger and darker. Although the dogs were always vigilant, the restlessness kept floating in the air, making every corner of the house look darker. Then came the night, that would change things forever in the middle of darkness. My sister' s daughter suddenly woke up her eyes wide open and reflecting a pure terror, something had pulled her out of her deep sleep, something so disturbing that she couldn' t even put her into words. My sister, alarmed by her daughter' s screams, ran to her room and quickly lit the light hoping to calm her down.

24:15 But what they saw next was something they didn' t expect. In the corner of the room, almost mixing with the shadows, was the figure of the invisible being. This appearance, far from resembling a playful child, had a more sinister and threatening air. However, before they could react or say anything, the figure dissolved into darkness, fading away as if it were made of smoke. Third testimony. Several years ago, when my son was about ten years old, he found a great passion in arming and playing with his laymen. During those hours of concentration and creativity, I noticed something peculiar that captured my attention every time I dived deep into their world of colored blocks.

25:11 He began to let go of spontaneous laughter as if something or someone had great fun. Besides, I started talking to myself like I was having a conversation with a friend I couldn' t see. At first. I assumed it was simply the manifestation of an imaginary companion, a fairly normal part of child development, so I decided not to interfere and let him enjoy his free and creative time of play. However, there was an aspect of game successions that could not overlook so easily the mess every time I finished playing, the small pieces of ego were scattered all over the floor of his room. This chaos not only disrupted space, but also led to the loss of some important pieces, which forced me to intervene from time to time. I had to rebuke my son by trying to instill in him the importance of order and responsibility in the handling of his toys. One day that, in appearance, began like any other, my son plunged back into building and designing with his laymen.

26:22 This session seemed the same as before, but it would soon be revealed that something unusual was about to happen. After several hours of play, My son left his room full of energy and with a big smile ready to go to play football with his friends on the street. Before he left, I decided to take a look at his room, waiting for the usual mess of layman ' s pieces everywhere and, indeed, the chaos was evident. The pieces were scattered on the ground in a disorderly manner. However, before I let him go I felt the need to reaffirm the importance of maintaining his orderly space and being responsible with his belongings. Having been clear with my son that he should order his toys before he went out to play, his reaction was immediate.

27:18 Although he was visibly disillusioned by the delay in his plans, he took responsibility That' s when he surprisingly mentioned someone named John according to him, this mysterious friend would take care of helping him sort the laymen out. The mention of one John left me completely bewildered. All this time. I' ve never heard of him before. My son had never mentioned this supposed friend during our daily conversations. Moved by an impulse of curiosity and some concern, I asked him directly who John was and where he had met him. With total naturalness, my son explained to me that Juan was his usual playmate, while he was building with the laymen, a statement that left me even more surprised. Feeling somewhat skeptical about the existence of this invisible friend. I reminded my son that I had always seen him playing alone in his room and that I had never observed any signs of another child’ s presence. However, my son, with a conviction that impressed me, insisted that John was real and was determined to show that his invisible friend would help him with the task of ordering. With the doubt he agreed to enter his room to verify the result. The surprise I took in was monumental. What used to be a chaos of legus pieces scattered all over the ground had been completely transformed. The

28:52 room was impeccable with each toy meticulously placed in its corresponding place. The rapacity and effectiveness with which the order had been restored was disconcerting and challenged any logical explanation it might have. The room was not only tidy, but it looked so organized that it looked like it was taken out of a decorating magazine, something that left me confused and questioning how such a radical change had been possible in such a short time. My son' s revelation and the impeccable condition of his room plunged me into a sea of doubt. My son spoke of John with a certainty and conviction that struck me. According to him, John was not only a product of his imagination, but a friend as real as any other child he played with. Often. This certainty in his voice and his way of speaking about John created an intriguing contrast with the reality I observed, where I only saw my son playing only decided to go a little deeper into the subject, asking him to tell me more about this enigmatic friend.

30:02 What my son revealed next only added more layers to this mystery. According to him, John was not an ordinary child, but a dwarf, a being from another world who only appeared when they were alone. Also, there was something even more peculiar about John. He had the ability to fade instantly whenever an adult entered the room. This, according to my son, was a special trick John used to keep invisible to the eyes of the elders. My son, looking at me seriously, told me to keep the secret about John ' s existence. My efforts to apply logic and reasoning to John' s riddle seemed useless in the face of the persistent atmosphere of mystery involving the existence of this imaginary friend. Although part of me wanted to continue researching and unraveling the truth behind my son' s one affirmations, I decided it was better not to inquire more I respected the special relationship he seemed to have with John, thinking that keeping a certain distance was the most appropriate thing to preserve his personal space and his childish world. However, curiosity was still buzzing in my mind like a persistent fly and although I had decided not to press any further on it, I could not deny that the subject continued to intrigue me.

31:30 To manage this situation and reassure both my child and myself, I made some practical decisions regarding their environment. In an attempt to refresh the atmosphere and perhaps alter the dynamics of recent events, I decided to change my son' s room from the place. I moved all your furniture and toys to another room in the house, seeking to provide you with a new environment that might positively influence the situation. The change was not limited to a simple transfer. I also redesigned the space to make it more welcoming and safer. In addition to adding an extra layer of safety and company, I asked my sister to bring her dog for a few days. The idea was that the presence of the dog not only offered company and tranquility to my son, but also served as a deterrent to any unwanted, real or imagined presence. My son' s response to the dog' s presence was positive and seemed to feel more secure and contained with the animal at his side. With the implementation of these changes I noticed a subtle transformation in the dynamics of our home. The new room, along with the presence of the dog, seemed to establish a new level of peace and security. My son continued to play and talk to John as if nothing had changed, bruting his interactions in this renewed space. Although the

33:04 mystery of John was not solved, life at home stabilized and tranquility returned to our home. Tale written and adapted by Ramiro. Contreras