Testimonios De Animales Aterradores Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 First testimony. My name is Ana and I was only six years old when what I' m about to tell you happened. I lived in a small house outside the city, with my mom, my dad and my older brother, Luis, who was ten at the time. My family had always been very close. We shared every moment together, from meals to movie afternoons on weekends. My parents worked hard, but they always made sure to give us quality time. My mom was a nurse at the local hospital and my dad was a mechanic. Despite their busy schedules, weekends were sacred to us.

0:48 Luis and I were going to school nearby, to our house and although we were quite different. He was more introverted and liked to read, while I was more extroverted and was always looking for BERRN. Despite that, we got along very well. Our life. It changed in a way we would never have imagined. The day we decided to adopt a stray cat we found him mauling in the rain one autumn afternoon, soaked and trembling. It was a gray cat with big green eyes that looked up to your soul. My parents initially hesitated to let him in, but Luis and I insisted so much that in the end they happened. We call it shadow for its ability to disappear and appear in the most unexpected places in the house. The presence of shadow in our house brought indescribable joy. My parents, who had always been more practical and less devoted to pets, quickly became fond of him. For the first few weeks shadows. He behaved like any normal cat. He played with the wool balls, took long naps in the rays of the sun that entered through the window and, of course, had that typical feline indifference towards everything and everyone. But after a few weeks we began to notice strange behaviors in which they challenged any logic. At first they were small things. He started moving small objects around the house. Things that had to be left in specific

2:20 places, such as keys or remote control, appeared in completely different places. Sometimes even in places where it was impossible for him to arrive. On one occasion, my parents and Luis had already gone to sleep and I was about to do the same. When I heard the low sound of the TV on in the room, I thought I forgot to turn it off after watching a movie, so I went down the stairs hoping to find the room illuminated only by the blinking light on the screen. However, what I saw coming into the room stopped me dry. Shadow was sitting in front of the TV that was on showing the main channel selection menu next to him. On the ground was the remote control. The strange thing was that Shadow seemed to be staring at the screen with a attention that he had never seen on it his green eyes glowed with the reflection of moving images. He turned to me looking at me with an expression I couldn' t interpret. Before returning his attention to the TV, I slowly approached half hoping that shadow would move or do something, but he stood still as if he were completely absorbed in what he saw with caution. I took the remote and turned off the TV. Shadow, however, did not react as expected. He didn' t get up or follow me. When I turned around to go back to my room, he

3:52 sat there in the dark watching the TV that was already off. That night I had a hard time sleeping. I couldn' t stop thinking about what I had seen and how impossible it seemed, but that was nothing. Compared to when shadow began to imitate human behaviors. A particularly quiet and serene night. Something woke me from my deep sleep. They were the soft, but distinctive sounds of someone typing into the computer Dad used to work late in his studio, a small room down the hall full of paper books and his old computer. That night I had gone to sleep early before he came home, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to greet him and perhaps share a moment together, even if it was late, with his eyes still half closed by sleep. I left my room and walked silently down the corridor guided by the dim light leaking from the studio. The sound of the click was constant a rhythm indicating that papo was immersed in his work. However, as I looked at the door, I stopped confused and disoriented by the scene before my eyes. It wasn' t my dad I was sitting in front of the computer. It was shadow, our cat, grey with green eyes, who had its front legs resting on the keyboard, pressing the keys so that it looked like it was writing the screen. I showed a text document open,

5:28 full of letters, meaningless and random characters for a moment I didn' t know how to react. Despite being a little girl, little girl knew for obvious reasons that it was impossible that cats could not and should not be able to use a computer. However, there was shadow, looking at me with those big green eyes, shadow turned to me as if it were waiting for me and then, with the same serenity, jumped off the desk and walked towards me, rubbing my legs with his body before going out of there as if nothing. One day while we were eating, my mother shared what had happened to her the night before. My mother was making dinner, so there was a large pot of boiling water on the stove. At that point, someone knocked on the doorbell. My mother, waiting for a package she had ordered, hurried to respond, leaving the stove on with the pot over it. When he opened the door, he met a neighbor who had come for a minor matter, something about a colony meeting. The conversation lasted a few minutes longer than my mother had anticipated. When he finally returned to the kitchen, hoping to find the boiling water overflowing, he was surprised to see that the flame under the pot was out. At first he thought he might have turned off the stove before he went to the door and he didn' t remember. However, what really puzzled her was finding our home in the

6:59 shade, sitting quietly on the kitchen floor, looking at the stove as if nothing was unusual. There was no one else at home at the time and I was sure the stove was on when it came out of the kitchen. By that time we had all noticed that shadow was not an ordinary cat, but the idea that it could have understood the danger and acted to prevent an accident was something none of us could fully understand. A month after my mother ’ s disturbing account of the stove off, I experienced one of the most disturbing moments related to shadow. I woke up suddenly with that unmistakable feeling of not being alone as if someone was watching me. My heart began to beat faster as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I didn' t want to move fearing what I might find. However, or curiosity overcame fear and I slowly crept into bed to take a look around my room. That' s when I saw him shadow was standing on his hind legs in the middle of my room. He wasn' t looking at me, but his attention was fixed on a corner of the room, as if he was seeing something or someone I couldn' t see. The shadow posture was unnatural. As soon as shadow noticed that he had discovered it. He turned his head towards me.

8:31 His green eyes shone briefly in the dark, before in a fast and fluid movement, he would jump to the side, hiding from my sight, the silence filled the room again, leaving me with agitated breathing and a million questions. Turning in my head, I didn' t dare get out of bed to look for him. Instead, I stood still listening to any sound that might indicate his presence, but there was nothing, only the throbbing of my own heart and the ringing of the night. The next day, shadow acted as if nothing had happened, purring and looking for caresses like any normal cat would, but I knew there was something else in it, something deep and possibly dark. Again I found him in the kitchen, opening the drawers with his mouth and taking out utensils with a precision that challenged all logic.

9:31 My parents didn' t believe me at first, until one day my mother saw him trying to light the stove. After that, things got tense at home. But the event that hit us the most happened on a stormy night. The thunder rumbled with force and shadow that was usually hidden during the storms. He was strangely calm, sitting in the window, watching the sky light up with every lightning. At one point he turned his head towards me and I swear that for a moment his eyes reflected an intelligence not proper to a cat. That night, after the storm subsided, we looked all over the house calling him, but there was no answer. Of course that affected me a lot because, even though we didn' t really have four months to adopt the cat, I had already become too fond of the little animal.

10:30 So that' s why, when I went to bed in my room, I was very sad. I woke up when I heard an almost imperceptible whisper. I opened my eyes and there was shadow, sitting on my chest, looking at me with those big green eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul, and then with a voice that was both whispering and echo he told me to take care of them. After that he stuck a jump and went out the window, losing himself in the middle of the night. That was the last time I saw him It' s been ten years since then and I' m still wondering what we really live through. My parents prefer not to talk about it as if ignoring it could erase it from our story, but I can' t. Sometimes at night I seem to hear his whispers and wonder if shadow really left or if he still watches us from some shadow. Waiting for the time to reveal that understanding you promised. This experience has taught me that there are things in this world that go beyond our understanding and that sometimes what we consider as a simple addition to our lives can end up teaching us about the deepest mysteries of our existence. Maybe somewhere between the known and the unknown. Shadow found his way home, leaving us with more questions than answers about the thin line that separates humans from the creatures we think we know.

12:11 Second testimony. At first I hesitated to share my story, but in the end I decided to do so. It happened in the summer of two thousand twenty- two, when we decided to visit my grandfather Carlitos in the Southern Sierra of Oaxaca, taking advantage of the fact that he was approaching his birthday. My grandfather Carlitos had been an animal keeper in his youth, but a failed cataract operation in two thousand one blinded him. At that time, I lived with my uncle Felipe and his family, who took care of him. Despite this, there were times, especially in the mornings, when my grandfather was alone, as everyone was busy with their own labors. My grandfather' s only constant company was an old radio, which I had a special affection for. With him. He tuned into stations evoking the sounds of his past.

13:09 That summer we set out to pay him a special visit, bringing him gifts to make his day memorable. The landscape of the Southern Sierra of Oaxaca was impressive, with its vast greens and the pure air of the region. Upon arriving at my grandfather' s house, his smile upon seeing us illuminated the atmosphere, showing his joy at having us gathered together. My grandfather’ s residence in a remote area gave rise to a sense of isolation, especially after he became a widower. The whole trip to the Sierra had been long and tired. Starting early along the way I immersed myself in reading a book, falling asleep until almost reaching our destination. The idea of spending time at the old Farm didn' t excite me. Being away from technology and urban life was not to my liking. After seventeen hours of travel, we finally arrived being received by my uncle Philip and his family. We were informed that my grandfather Carlitos was in the back listening to his radio. In greeting him, his emotion in recognizing our voices was palpable. He got up and greeted us with warm hugs. At that time I noticed he had been feeding pigs in his pen. Curious, I asked her about her return to animal husbandry.

14:33 He explained to us that the pigs had arrived on their own days ago and had stayed. He took care of them by remembering their farm days and considered selling them if their owners did not claim. The house illuminated by dim lights acquired a mystical atmosphere. At nightfall, we gathered around the table, sharing stories and laughter, enjoying the simple but delicious food prepared by my uncle Felipe and his family. However, what initially seemed like a typical family visit would soon become an unforgettable and slightly disturbing experience. Grandpa Carlitos had managed to get our attention that night. In pointing out our failure to thank you for dinner. We quickly rectify our carelessness by entwining our hands and reciting a prayer together. However, the sound of a female melody interrupted our moment of recollection.

15:33 Absolute silence seized us before trying again, only to be interrupted for the second time by chanting. Now amplified, Grandpa suggested turning off the radio that resonated from a distant corner, so I set out to accomplish the task. The darkness on the outside contrasted with a sky adorned with stars with a flashlight. I went into the backyard looking for the fountain. The gnashing of the dried leaves beneath my feet sounded, breaking the silence of the night. The melody seemed to guide me through the shadows. Finally, the radio rebelled before me a few steps away. With caution, I approached and discovered that to my astonishment a chill was gone. He toured me as I perceived ethereal laughter by diverting the beam of light from the glow in the eyes of pigs in his pen. It struck me momentarily as I realized that they were nothing but animals, My tension dissipated slightly. I went back inside, keeping to myself the mystery of the radio. However, concern soon returned at 3 a m.

16:48 I woke up startled by anomalous sounds on the foil ceiling. I woke up to Cintia, my sister, and we both heard the disturbing wandering over us. Attributing animal noises. We tried to ignore them until a rumble prompted us to investigate from the window. We barely distinguished the unusual behavior of pigs plunged into a sepulchral silence we improvised a curtain to hide from the lurking darkness. The rest of the night spent a tense vigil marked by the memory of the pre- dawn events. I decided to compensate the bewilderment with a gesture of affection for my grandfather on his birthday, preparing a gift of his favorite delights. Not finding him in his room. My search led me to the courtyard, where his voice interwoven with that of an intrigued woman. I approached hoping to discover the unexpected visitor. The scene before my eyes, however, challenged all logic. My grandfather sat calmly in front of a spectacle that challenged all logic. One of the locks in the corral had settled next to it on a small wooden bench, taking an almost human stance, crossing its extremities in an unusual way. The scene as brief as it was left me perplexed.

18:12 The pig, alarmed by my presence, undertook a disorderly flight. Initially it stood on two legs and then remembered its quadruped nature and continued its escape in four. The fall of the gift box product of my surprise caused an additional shock to my grandfather. I tried to convey calmness by suggesting to my grandfather that he prepare to receive his gift in the privacy of his room. However, his response revealed an even more disconcerting reality. There' s no need, dear. This is my faithful companion, Juanito, referring to the pig who stopped looking at us curiously. Juanito is the bearer of ancient tales.

19:00 My grandfather' s revelation, conversing with the pig as if he were an old human friend, plunged the courtyard into a state of absolute confusion. As I continued the exchange between my grandfather and the animal. The rest of the family began to realize the peculiar situation Faced with the growing amazement. My uncle Felipe summoned us to the kitchen to discuss the matter in privacy. I described to him the unusual behavior of the pig and the strange events of the night. The gravity of the situation was reflected on his face, which turned pale before rushing to his room in search of his shotgun, following him I witnessed his determination. When we arrived at the corral, we discovered that the pigs had disappeared. Running into the thickness, my uncle, with the shotgun in hand, was scrutinizing the horizon feeling the tension in the air. His statement was blunt. These lands are cursed by witches who don' t come back to hear my uncle mention that mystery r. Curiosity invaded me completely, leading me to inquire directly into the matter with a sigh of regret, my uncle revealed a story tinged with fear and caution. His wife, Judith, was two months pregnant. However, this event, far from being mere family news, was wrapped in a veil of restlessness and danger. Judith' s secret reason lay in the latent threat posed by the witches, who stalked the

20:30 people, whose evil interest seemed to be directed towards the innocent blood of the unborn. The popular belief suggested that these witches, taking the form of pigs surrounded me with stealth waiting for the opportunity to attack the Baby as he arrived in the world. Faced with such a revelation, my uncle mobilized himself with determination. He summoned the inhabitants of the village to join forces in a vigil of prayer, seeking divine protection against the dark presence of the witches, in order to safeguard Judith and her future son. The atmosphere of the people was imbued with supplications and prayers in an act of community resistance to the fear that haunted us. This conjunction of faith and fear marked a before and after in my perception of the supernatural. The idea of being surrounded by entities that challenged our understanding and put the life of the people at risk transformed my initial skepticism into an awareness heightened by the reality of the facts. The atmosphere in the village became dense and charged with anticipation. The news of the pregnancy and imminent threat spread rapidly, fueling a climate of permanent alert. The neighbors organized night patrols and the stories about paranormal encounters multiplied, weaving a network of mystery and speculation that I returned to every corner of the place. This experience led me

22:03 to reflect on the fragility of our convictions and the thin line that separates the tangible from that which escapes our understanding. The nights, now filled with palpable suspicion, reinforced the sense of vulnerability to the unknown, instigating the question of whether we were actually being observed by beings from another world. The experience in this enclave of the southern mountains of Oaxaca plunged me into a universe of shared fears and beliefs, highlighting the importance of protecting future mothers and their children. Faced with the enigma that surrounded us, the Community united in one voice, raising prayers for the protection of new lives that, in the midst of uncertainties, were preparing to face the mystery that enveloped our people. Third testimony.

23:04 There for a thousand nine hundred and ninety- three, when I was just a child, I enjoyed my days at the home of grandparents, a quiet place that served as a stage for countless adventures among laughter, pranks on the mountain and games with dogs. Life passed me by in that corner full of charm and mysteries that my grandparents knew how to tell. One day, while exploring something, it caught my attention among the curious weeds. I followed that movement without fully understanding what I was pursuing, but my adventurer instinct did not let me desist. As the day faded away and the colors of the evening adorned the sky that mysterious sound returned this time more intense under the mantle of the night. The full and radiant moon lit up the forest, creating a game of shadows that seemed to dance among the trees. The insistence of that noise prompted me to go deeper into the unknown, beyond the familiar. My steps resounded in the stillness of the night and my eyes were striving to penetrate the darkness. Suddenly everything remained silent, a silence that frozen my blood before me, revealed by the moonlight, stood a strange figure, a presence that challenged all logic. My dog far from retreating, faced the creature with ferocious barking. What followed was a fierce struggle in the shadow of the forest.

24:37 The beast advanced with a chilling determination and my brave dog threw himself into combat. The sounds of the battle pierced the night with a chaos of grunts and howls that drove me desperately to flee to the safety of my grandparents' house. When terror came, it still dominated me. I related the experience to my grandparents, who listened with concern, but also with a leave of skepticism. Although they believed my story, their looks reflected doubts, reminding me that sometimes the border between reality and fantasy can be diffused in a child' s mind. Despite his reaction, I knew that what I had lived in the forest that night was real, an adventure that would remain engraved in my memory forever. The tranquility of the night was mixed with the intrigue of my night adventures at my grandparents' house. Taking advantage of his deep sleep, I decided to explore the outside, guided by the whispers of the night and the silent company of my dog, that that night behaved unusually as prey of a mute concern. Next to him, I tried to decipher the reason for his restlessness, checking his fur for wounds, but I found nothing unusual. Despite his strange activation, I invited him into the evening routine looking for some comfort in the face of his distant behavior. I continued with my night activities,

26:10 but my dog kept away his gaze loaded with an enigma that he could not understand. I then decided to turn off the TV and take it with me to the room, hoping that the familiarity of the environment would bring us back to normal. The warm night with a comforting breeze could not dispel the growing feeling of restlessness. I lay down trying to ignore the fear that was growing inside me, attributing it to the imagination of a child who gets carried away by the stories of his grandparents. However, a noise from the kitchen broke the silence of the morning. A sound of intense chewing that resounded with a disturbing clarity of the hour marking three o' clock in the morning evoked my grandfather' s tales about the time when dark presences are made in more palpable.

27:00 Tension in the room increased, enveloping me in an atmosphere full of ancient omens and fears. The night was no longer a haven of adventure and exploration, but a setting where the unknown manifested itself with an intensity that could not be ignored. Admiring myself in an expectant vigilance at what the darkness was hiding in the stillness of the night, with the cold of the kitchen floor under my feet, I went into the darkness, attracted by the unusual sound of chewing. I was hoping to find my grandfather disoriented by the hour, but instead I came across a scene that challenged all logic my dog in the middle of a mess worthy of a night party that he himself seemed to have organized.

27:48 The confusion seized me by lighting the light and discovering that the mysterious shadow was indeed my dog, behaving in a way never before seen. The kitchen was in chaos a silent testimony to a frenzied and meaningless activity. After cleaning up the mess and making sure everything was back to normal, the noises persisted breaking the silence and calm I was trying to recover. The presence of my dog, now transformed into a threatening shadow in the hallway, raised fear to new limits. His hostile attitude completely alien to his playful and loyal character paralyzed me. The situation quickly escalated when, in an attempt to defend myself from its incomprehensible aggressiveness, I was knocked down with a force that left me breathless.

28:41 At that critical moment, a shot resounded in the dark a definite sound that marked a before and after in the quiet night. My grandfather, emerging as a protector, faced the situation with a resolution that had never seen him armed and determined, shot at the creature in which my dog had become an act of defense in the face of the palpable threat looming over us with the heart. Beating a thousand I joined the action, shooting at what was once my faithful companion, plunged into a mixture of fear, confusion and despair.

29:22 The shots pierced the silence of the night by sealing an episode that exceeded the limits of the imaginable. The night, which began with a simple intrigue, became a whirlwind of emotions and events that tested our perception of reality, leaving us with an indelible memory of the unexplainable and the supernatural. After facing the unexpected chaos, we returned to the corridor, where the reality of our action became evident. A puddle of blood and the tracks of our wounded dog, lost to the kitchen window, told of the tragic outcome of the night. The mixture of relief and fright seized us as we tried to process the surreal nightmare we had experienced. The rest of the night passed in a dense silence, interrupted only by our attempts to make sense of the inexplicable. I chose to stay close to my grandparents, seeking in their presence a comfort difficult to find. With the dawn coming, my grandmother, alerted by the tumult, joined us in the task of cleaning up the aftermath of the incident. I told him the events of the night and his reaction of fear and surprise only deepened the mystery that now enfolded our home. At the end of my vacation, I said goodbye to my grandparents, marked by an experience that altered my perception of what I considered familiar and safe. By sharing the story with my parents, their expressions of amazement contrasted with the faith they deposited in my account,

30:57 no doubt accepting the reality of the eye that occurred since that incident. The house of my grandparents was stained with the shadow of mystery, a constant reminder of the night when the ordinary became extraordinary. The decision not to return was my own, leaving behind a place that, instead of security, now housed unanswered questions and a void left by my dog, whose final fate remains uncertain the mark of that night remained etched in my memory, transforming a place of refuge into a scene of open questions, a persistent mystery that remains unresolved.

31:47 Fourth testimony. After listening to the lady guarding the house, her story became darker and more disturbing. With every word he told me that the family had strange practices and rituals, which, at first, he tried to ignore, attributing them to cultural differences. However, it was not long before he realized that something much more sinister was at stake. She began to notice how family members behaved unusually during certain nights, meeting in the basement of the house, a place she was never allowed access to. Often on those nights. The house was filled with a heavy atmosphere and full of negative energy. The sounds emanating from the basement were disturbing and although he never clearly saw what was going on down there, the fragments of chants and the echo of voices in unknown languages were enough for him to know that he did not want to discover it. The situation reached a critical point one night when by accident he saw the family and some guests in what seemed to be a kind of ceremony, They were all dressed in black surrounding s a strange symbol on the floor much like the one he had seen carved at the front door. Fear and confusion invaded her and from that moment she decided to find a way out of that house. He explained to me that his fear was not only due to the strange practices of the family, but also to certain unusual behaviors in the animals

33:22 of the house, especially henares, the great Danish, the dog, showed an intelligence and an attitude that went beyond the normal, sometimes acting in a protective way with her, but other times looking at her in a way that would freeze her blood. The lady' s confession ended with a plea for help, fearing that if she continued to work in that house, something terrible would happen to her. His words resonated in me, creating a whirlwind of doubts and fears about the family he had been working for. The revelation of this dark secret completely changed my perception of my work and the rich family. What initially seemed like a dog walk routine, became an incursion into the unknown, surrounded by mysteries and hidden practices. The decision to continue working for them or to cut off all ties became a moral and personal dilemma. Facing the reality that the world is much more complex and dark than I' ve ever imagined. After hearing the stories full of mystery and terror of the lady who cared for the house, I decided to take steps to protect her and protect myself. The description of the dark rituals, the shadows that moved with their own life and the voices on the evenings of the gathering convinced me that something very bad was hiding behind the walls of that mansion. The story about Ares, the Great Danish, acting so abnormally and communicating with the dark guests.

34:57 It was the turning point. Either O O O O or ignore the possibility that something supernatural was happening. The idea of a dog possessed or influenced by dark spirits and the voice that resonated with a non- human bell left me without a doubt that I should walk away. Take the lady to the hospital. It was a decision driven by concern and responsibility. Speaking to her brother, I tried to convey the gravity of the situation, suggesting that it was not safe for her to return to that environment full of negativity and danger. My resignation was an act of self- preservation. Although the decision to leave was calm, the attention of the unknown and the fear of reprisals from the family or Ares himself accompanied me until the last moment, I chose to end my employment relationship through a message, avoiding any direct encounter that could expose me to the darkness I felt permeated that house. Today my life has returned to an apparent normality, surrounded by animals and dedicating myself to what I like, but the aftermath of that experience remains alive in my memory. Even though the nights have been quiet again and the daily routine offers me comfort. The memory of Ares and his almost human gaze haunts me. I often wonder if I managed to leave that dark chapter behind or if the shadows of those days are still hidden in some corner of my life, waiting for the moment to manifest

36:28 again even though I go on. The doubt about what really happened in that house and the fate of ares remains an unsolved mystery, a disturbing chapter of my life that, though closed, will never be completely forgotten. Fifth testimony. That night, after my parents' work dinner, the house plunged into a silence only broken by the usual honors of darkness. I was only immersed in the routine of television and the Internet when I noticed the absence of my Rot Wailer, the king of the house, for his loyalty and friendly character it was already ten o' clock and his absence became unusual. I couldn ' t find him in any of his favorite places, either under the table or on the couch, where he used to curl up. My concern grew as I realized that there were no signs of him for hours. After a thorough search of the ground floor and not finding it, I decided to call my mother to consult her. However, she also did not know of his whereabouts. The intrigue and concern were increasing at times. I then decided to inspect the second floor, where I discovered mysterious traces that increased the enigma.

37:52 It was then that a peculiar sound from the roof caught my attention, an unusual place for my dog, given his rejection of the spiral stairs. As I reached the roof, the panorama that unfolded before me was disconcerting. My dog was standing over the vat, looking at me with an expression of confusion and fear as I approached cautiously. His reaction was even more astounding. It stood on its hind legs and with a voice full of fear, articulated a clearing do not come near. This revelation petrified me from the being before me, although in appearance it was my rot Wiler, it behaved unnaturally in an act of despair or confusion. The creature jumped off the roof disappearing from my sight. The emotional impact of this event was overwhelming. When I contacted my mother to share what happened, I initially received skepticism. However, my insistence and the tone of urgency in my voice made him take my account seriously.

38:57 The absence of my companion under such extraordinary circumstances left an indelible mark in my heart, opening an abyss of unanswered questions about the true nature of what happened that night. After burying our rot Weiler, the house was filled with a heavy silence marked by the absence of its joyful presence. The days that followed faded into a fog of confusion and sadness, with the memory of his unusual human behavior, resounding in my mind, leaving me a void full of questions. One quiet night, when I returned from school and met my mother alone, the dinner routine was interrupted by a disturbing noise at the door, as if something or someone scratched her. In investigating, we find the bright look of our dog, supposedly deceased, standing before us with a threatening grunt.

39:55 The confusion and fear invaded us when we saw our Rod Wailler, who must be underground, alive and full of anger. We quickly closed the door trying to process the impossible, while the grunts continued. My mother, overwhelmed by emotion, broke into tears. The call My father only left a silence full of bewilderment. From that moment on, the house plunged into a state of constant alert, plagued by ghostly barking and dancing shadows at night, turning our home into a stage of permanent terror. Existence was transformed into a parade of unexplainable events, where the line between the tangible and the supernatural was blurred more and more. The presence of our Rod Wiler, now a spectral entity, filled every corner with memories and fears, submerging us in an altered reality where the common gave way to the unknown. Our coexistence with fear intensified, facing paranormal phenomena that challenged all logic. The house became the scene of an endless nightmare, where the echo of our deceased dog and the mysterious shadows constantly reminded us that we had crossed into a domain where the strange and the inexplicable were.

41:20 The new rule. Stories written and adapted by Ramiro contreras