Traje Un Demonio A Mi Casa Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Hey. My name is Damian and what I am going to tell you next I do so in the hope that my story will not be repeated, hoping that whoever hears it will not make the same mistakes that I made. I remember that night as if it were yesterday, although many years have passed since then, it was Halloween day, a date that my friends and I looked forward to every year, as it was our favorite holiday. That year was the last time I had that party. I was 15 years old. Back then I lived with my parents and my younger brother. Eleven- year- old Dante. Our parents were the kind of people who believed money was everything, so they spent most of the day working. They used to leave the house at seven in the morning and didn' t come back until after ten in the evening. That left me with the one responsible for taking care of my younger brother. I can' t deny that it was an overwhelming responsibility for a teenager, especially because my parents seemed to trust me too much and didn' t seem to worry about anything but the financial part. I was in charge of waking Dante up to school. I made sure he did his homework and sometimes even attended his school meetings. Instead, all that while trying to keep me up to date with my own studies and responsibilities. The relationship with my brother was complicated. I can' t blame him for anything he

1:40 lived through back then, but at the time he felt a certain resentment towards him. It wasn' t fair to him I know it now that I ' m older, but at the time I couldn' t help it. On Halloween day, my friends had been talking for days about a party that would take place on an abandoned property. The property was owned by the father of one of my friends and the idea of a party in an abandoned house excited us all. I knew I couldn' t leave you alone at home. Our neighborhood wasn' t the safest and if anything happened to it, I was sure my parents would go crazy. That' s when I came up with the idea of taking him to the party with me. After all, Dante was a quiet kid and he used to be easily entertained with my phone. I could stay in a corner while I was having fun with my friends and we could come back before our parents got home. Everything seemed pretty simple. I told Dante about the party and, to my surprise, he agreed. To come with me. He seemed excited about the idea of being at a Halloween party and that made me feel a little less guilty about dragging him with l We prepared for the party and after making sure we had everything necessary, we headed for the abandoned property. I remember taking a while to find the property, but when we did, my friends were already there laughing

3:15 and joking. As they prepared to enter the house. Dante was holding on to my hand hard. I noticed he was scared, but I tried to reassure him by telling him everything would be fine. We explored the house for a while laughing and joking as we frightened each other with ghost stories and apparitions. Dante kept close to me. At all times this faked courage, but I knew I was scared to death inside. We finally stayed in one of the rooms and set out to just have a good time. Time passed and everything seemed fine. Even dante seemed to be having a little fun. My peace of mind faded when one of the guests pulled a daughter board out of his backpack, suggesting that things might become more interesting. All those present at the party began to support the idea eager to experiment with the board, although I did not often be very believers in those things. I' ve always had a little respect for them. Besides, when I looked at Dante, I could see the fear reflected in his eyes. I wasn' t sure I wanted to participate, but I didn' t want to look like a coward in front of my friends either, so I decided to play along.

4:38 The other boys turned off the lamps they had lit to be there, leaving us alone under the faint light of the candles they lit to give more atmosphere to the game. We started playing by asking questions to the board, which only seemed to give vague answers. At first, it all seemed like a lie. I was sure that the boy holding the pointer was moving him to play a joke on everyone, but then the temperature began to drop abruptly and the pointer on the board began to move disturbingly, repeating the word over and over again. Only the candlelights began to move strangely and a gust of cold wind passed through the room, freezing our bones and sending chills down our spine.

5:31 A cry that seemed agony was heard and everyone present at the party ran out in panic. I grabbed the hand of dante and tried to keep him close as we ran into the crowd of terrified boys, but in a moment I let him go and lost sight. The darkness was so dense that I could see nothing beyond a few meters in front of me. I wanted to believe he was still running with the group, but I couldn' t be sure. Finally, when we got off the property, I realized Dante wasn ' t among us. The heart. It sank into my chest as I realized it was gone. I knew I should go back inside and look for him, but none of the other boys were willing to go back into that house. My supposed friends began to disperse to return home, leaving me alone for a moment I felt paralyzed by fear, but the instinct to protect my brother made me overcome it and I knew that I had no choice but to go back inside and find him cost what the cold, wet air cost me to face. When I went back into the house. The darkness was overwhelming.

6:50 Wrapping me up like a cold, thick blanket, I didn' t remember the house feeling that way. The first time I entered I was cautiously advancing through the dark corridors, calling my brother again and again the echo of my words resounded, but there was no response from my brother. I felt a knot in my throat as I walked through every room and hallway. My steps resounded on the floor, creating a rather gloomy echo. I kept calling my brother desperately waiting to hear his answer in the dark. Then a deafening noise broke the silence, causing my heart to stop in the chest. The sound of metals falling to the ground, resonated around me, filling the air with a sense of danger. Fear took hold of me, but the idea that that noise might have been caused by my brother prompted me to move on.

7:49 I moved on to where the noise had come and there, squatting, I found my brother trembling and frightened a relief. He invaded me when I saw him and ran towards him, taking him by the shoulder with trembling hands. I asked him to stand up to get out of that place. I questioned him if he was okay, but he seemed so scared that he didn ' t utter a single word. He got up slowly and I took his hand to get him to the exit. In doing so, I noticed his hand was frozen. It was as if it had been submerged in cold water for hours. I attributed the feeling of cold to the freezing temperature of the room. I decided not to pay much attention to him at the time.

8:35 I knew we had to get out of there before our parents came home, so I squeezed your hand hard and led him out in hopes of leaving that nightmare behind. Finally we arrived home, where we received the light from the living room. My parents had not yet returned, which meant that we had time to recover before they arrived. I made them sit on the couch and made them a cup of hot tea trying to warm their frozen hands, while he stayed in the seat, lost in his own thoughts. I sat next to him, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, remembering the terrible things we had witnessed in that house. I explained to Dante that our parents could never find out what we had experienced that night. He had always been a quiet child, but at that time he seemed completely out of himself.

9:37 He still said he wouldn' t say anything that relieved me a little. With that of course, between us, we' re both going to sleep. After dinner in the middle of the morning, I woke up feeling that someone was watching the light from the street posts leaking out the window. It allowed me to see you at the foot of my bed. He was dressed in his pajamas and seemed to stare at me. That puzzled me, since it wasn' t something he used to do. I asked him what was wrong with him, but he simply replied that he was very afraid. I fully understood the reason for your fear. After all, I was a little scared, too, so I let him get into bed with me.

10:24 I tried to fall asleep again, but one of my hands touched the dante that was as cold as ice. That alerted me and asked him if he was feeling well, but again I did not get an answer. I got up a little bit to look at the best and that' s when I saw her eyes open, but they seemed to be completely black and her face seemed strange. That made me immediately rise from bed screaming and calling my parents who, for my fortune, were already at home. They came to see what was happening and when my father lit the light, I could see dante, looking at me with his perfectly normal eyes and face. My parents asked me what was going on and I lied to them saying I had had a nightmare. After all, I thought I might have seen bad because of the little light, although a part of me felt uneasy about that explanation, the feeling of having seen my brother' s black eyes and his strange face continued to disturb me and fill me with a deep concern that I could not ignore.

11:37 We went to bed again, but this time I couldn' t get Dante' s image back to sleep with his black eyes and his strange face had been etched in my mind chasing me into my thoughts, I couldn' t shake the feeling that something strange had happened as the days passed. I tried to forget what I had seen to convince myself that everything had been the product of my imagination. But every time I looked at Dante, I couldn ' t help but feel a chill running around my back. I couldn' t explain the reason, only that his presence alone made me feel a mixture of nervousness and fear. I could notice that my brother had changed a lot, he was no longer the same child, shy and loving he used to be. He was passing now just staring into nothingness, as if he were lost in his own thoughts. Many times when he thought he did not listen to him, he seemed to begin to speak alone, murmuring incomprehensible words in a low, chilling tone. All that, along with the fact that since that Halloween party day, Dante never seemed to have a normal temperature. It was always cold as if it was frozen inside. I tried to talk to my parents about my concerns, but they just said that he was growing up

13:07 and that it was normal to notice changes in his behavior. Something wasn' t right for me. There was something about the way Dante behaved, the way he seemed to be losing contact with reality every day. I was worried about him if all that wasn' t enough. Neighbors' pets began to mysteriously disappear. At first it did not seem relevant, only a curious fact that did not attract much attention. But one day, while I was keeping Dante' s clothes, I found something that made me stop dry between his things. I found several collars of dogs some even seemed to have reddish spots, it was as if I was keeping them as trophies, as if they were memories of something I had done. I trembled at what that might mean, what my brother might be doing. I didn' t want to believe Dante would be able to hurt the animals, but he couldn' t ignore the evidence in front of me. I had tried to talk to my parents, but they didn' t believe me. Now I was facing a difficult decision between a confrontation or continuing in denial. Part of me wanted to face Dante directly, confront him about his strange behaviors and the disturbing evidence he had found, but another part of me was afraid that it would only make things

14:37 worse that could keep him further away from me I decided that I needed to better understand what was going on with him. Before I took any drastic action, I began to observe as closely as possible, trying to understand what was disturbing him so much and that he was leading him to behave. That way, I noticed that he spent a lot of time alone in his room, often with the door locked and not wanting to be disturbed. Sometimes I heard him whispering incomprehensible words, as if he was talking to himself or someone I couldn' t see. I also noticed that it avoided physical contact, as if it was preventing someone from touching it. His hands were always cold, even on the warmest days, and he seemed hostile to the idea of letting someone get too close. I felt helpless in the face of the situation.

15:31 I didn' t know how to get close to him or how to talk to him I was thinking about how to make him understand that he was there to help him, and I was wondering if I should look for professional help, talk to a therapist or a doctor who could understand what was going on with him. But before I could make a decision, life took it for me. One night while I was asleep in my room, I was awakened by a noise coming from Dante' s room. This was a soft sound, but persistent as a whisper. I got out of bed and approached his door with my heart beating hard. When I opened the door, I came across a scene that left me breathless. Dante was sitting in the middle of the room staring at the wall with empty eyes and an inexpressive face, he seemed to repeat the same words again and again I tried to understand what he was saying. He seemed to be speaking in a language, which he was completely unaware of. I knew I couldn' t stand by. I had to do something to help my brother. I approached him to move him out of that trance state. In doing so, he stopped talking to stare at me. I could see the fury in his gaze I didn' t know how to react to it. It was definitely something I wasn' t prepared for, so I just let it go and went to my room remembering all

17:04 that. I wish I had acted better. Two nights later, while sleeping deeply, I felt a presence watching me slowly opened my eyes and saw my brother standing at the foot of my bed with his pajamas barely visible in the dark. I called him several times asking him what was wrong with him, but I didn' t get any answers. I felt a knot of fear twisting in my stomach. While I was wondering what was going on with him I temptfully reached my phone and lit it by lighting up the room. What I saw filled me with horror. My brother' s face was deformed before my eyes, twisting into a diabolical and inhuman grimace. He looked at me with a smile that would freeze my blood. His eyes shone with an evil light that left me paralyzed with fear. Before I could react, my brother jumped over me covering my mouth with his frozen hand, I was surprised how strong I was and struggled to get rid of his grip but it was as if I was fighting a supernatural force in a moment of despair. He whispered in my ear with a voice that smelled my blood. I' m not alone anymore. Her breath smelled awful and before she could do anything else, she let me go and ran out of the room. Leaving me trembling with fear, I jumped up and ran after him, but when I came to

18:37 the door I could only see how he had run to the front door of the house and walked out of it. He disappeared in the darkness of the street. My parents, alerted by the sound of the door, opened, came running towards me wondering what had happened. I couldn' t contain myself anymore and told them everything. From the night of the Halloween party to the horrifying dwarf I had just had with my brother. My parents completely ignored the paranormal part of my story and called the police to find Dante. But despite all his efforts, he was never found. Since then I have lived with the terror of not knowing what happened to my brother, of not knowing what came home with me, since I am convinced that whatever came back that night was no longer my brother. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante