Tus Amigas Te Harían Brujería Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Scary nights. For many people, what happened to me was only suggestion for other ignorances or beliefs, but for me it has been something that left me marked forever and that, throughout my life, I have struggled to forget without achieving it. Although it' s not my name, everyone knows me by Dayanira. When I lived in this situation, I dedicated myself to making a lady of companionship. For the same reason, I have many stories to tell, but today I will focus on the most terrible situations I had to go through, truly chilling situations as paranormals. Although I had a lot of reasons that doesn' t add up to the point. I was a fool to devote myself to this, not only because of the risk one runs with the people we accompany that in themselves. It is already dangerous because we are alone in this and sometimes the evil arises from the companions themselves, to whom you have all the confidence. But already being here is very difficult to get out.

1:06 The first paranormal situation that happened to me was one night I went to a direction quite far away from my apartment. I never forget that I was wearing very high shoes I had just bought. I had been summoned the night before as I could not attend because I had another engagement. They agreed it was the next night. Then I got ready to be early. It would be around 9: 00. At first everything seemed normal. It was a two- story hotel. The front door was open and there was no one at reception. That' s why I came in without setbacks. I went up the stairs looking for the number I had been given. I walked down a long corridor. I was barely standing in front of the door with the number twenty- one. I don' t know why. I had a weird feeling. Something strange felt in the atmosphere when breathing the air. It was so cold. I' m going to the sides, because I felt uncomfortable, as if someone were watching me I came to the door. As much as I could because you heard laments clearly belonged to a woman. They came from inside that room. I stayed a few seconds until I realized they were real. When I was sure of it, I sensed something bad happening.

2:20 That' s why I receded in silence. I knew I had to get out of there at the time without noticing. I' ve never felt such a thing before. That' s why I didn' t even touch. I turned around and retired walking as fast as those shoes allowed me. I was thinking about calling the police. I couldn' t do anything else. When I finished walking around the hall and turning around, I stopped dry because I didn' t look at the exit. I walked a few meters confused. The place wasn' t where I had come from. I' ve never been a nervous person, but at that moment something weird happened to me trying to control me. I walked the other way, hoping I was wrong. To my surprise, the stairs weren' t nervous, I didn ' t know what to do anymore. I felt lost. I walked back to see myself standing in front of the door. Number twenty- one where I was asked to. I was tempted to play, but I heard a few steps. Someone was coming to open. Maybe by instinct, I ran back to wherever I went. I stopped. When I came across a wall, I turned to the right side. Then to the left there were no stairs anywhere. When I heard that they opened a door, I walked a few meters, stopped scared and took off my shoes so they wouldn' t find me out because of the noise I was making. Walking. I started listening to a number of people who came out of that room. I thought they were talking to each other. Then they spread out through the halls.

3:49 The first thing that came to mind was that they started looking for me. Maybe they' d noticed my presence. In the distance it was heard that a woman asked for help and also how she ran heavily down the corridors. It was obvious that not only she was in danger. If they looked at me, I' d be running it, too, trying to hide somewhere, but it all seemed like it was just spinning. As they passed in front of some rooms they heard laments very similar to those in room twenty- one, as if they were made by the same person arriving at the end of one corridor and there was another. I thought it was amazing because the hotel wasn' t that big. I listened to the voices behind me, but when I turned around there was no one. Someone was dragging their feet, too. As she chased me full of fear, I began to cry without stopping the screams of despair from that woman. They heard each other more and more close to me. I couldn' t scream for help, because that would be giving me away. Although the place was cold, I sweated quite a bit. I can assure you that the doors were opened and closed with them. The voices were multiplying as if more people were going after me.

5:03 When I was about to stop because my legs hurt so much, I found the stairs, I went down as fast as I could. I ran into a girl in charge of reception. She asked me strangely what I was doing and how I got in. When I told him what had happened to me, he assured me that it was impossible because all the rooms on the second floor were vacant. She told me that in the morning they had found a girl of company dead on that floor according to the traces found by the police had chased her all over the upper floor before attacking her in the morning When the cleaning girl knocked on the door, she had no response at noon she insisted again with the help of the maintenance boy, opened they were frightened because the woman was lying in the middle of a circle surrounded by black lit candles and many other strange things on the walls. Strange drawings, as well as badly written words, made him look more gloomy. Everything suggested that a satanic sacrifice had been made and she was surely the offering. The weird thing was that there was no record at the front desk that that room had been taken over. In addition, no worker looked at or heard anything during the night. Something curious and that caught their attention was that the girl had wounds in one of her arms, which formed a name Daia Nira, just as I called myself when I told myself that everything happened in the fourth number twenty

6:38 - one, where I had been summoned, I was frightened to think that if the victim had entered it might have been me. It was so much my nerves that I came out of there freaking out, even though for a few days I wasn' t going anywhere. Necessity forced me to go on with my daily life. My colleagues told me that we' re all exposed to that another time. Months later I took a cab back to my house. It was about four o' clock in the morning since I got in the car. The driver gave me a bad spine and I didn' t make a mistake half the way without me noticing it. He was heading for the outskirts of the city at high speed, taking advantage of the fact that I was falling asleep. When I reacted, we were already on the road at those hours of the morning, everything was desolate. I yelled at him many times to stop, but without even turning to Verme he grabbed a path of earthiness completely dark and far removed from the colonies, although it was a considered speed. The first chance I had, I opened the door and threw myself out no matter what happened to me. I rolled a few meters, maybe for adrenaline. I didn' t feel any punches. When I saw that the car braked, I ran further to the mountain, where there was no way for long. I went into the dark until I felt safe from that man. I stopped running. On more than one occasion I heard him in the distance screaming my name as if he knew me. Minutes later, when I saw myself surrounded by weeds and all those bushes, I understood what

8:13 I had done. I was lost in the middle of Mount Espeso I had no idea what hours it was. I' d lost my purse and I didn' t have a watch by then. My body was hurting even so, when I got a little used to the darkness as I could, I started walking to where I assumed the city was illuminated only by the moonlight. I had not walked many meters when out of nothing came a terrible fear, as if I sensed my death, a paralyzing fear. At times it prevented me from walking again I became strong so I could keep moving forward. Sometimes I would stop scared because I confused the tallest scrubs with ghostly figures. Ununderstandable words were also heard without specifying where they came from. Maybe it was my nerves but I could assure you a white figure flew by about ten meters from where I was fast. He got lost in the dark. It was the worst thing that could happen to me. I was about to run to the opposite side, but it would be missing more. I endured and feared.

9:18 I kept walking. I couldn' t stand there in that unknown place until dawn. After a while, I found the dirt road. I walked along the shore, turning around constantly nervous of finding the taxi again. I stopped for a moment because I felt an air on my back. Someone was behind my back. I thought I' d go crazy when I felt my shoulder touched. When I turned around, I was shocked. I couldn' t believe it. It was a woman dressed in white standing in front of me. I looked at her for a few seconds. What filled me with terror was realizing that that woman was me, or at least she was identical to me. It was like looking at me in the mirror, I was moved from the impression. I thought it floated. That' s why I looked at her a little higher than I did. Wrapped in a white sheet, she assumed she was embalmed. In addition, his face and skin were pale almost white. We looked into our eyes for a few seconds, which seemed endless to me. I couldn' t even move that woman without looking at me. He yelled at me, ran, and his scream went off in my ears. That made me react without taking into account how tired I was.

10:31 I ran all the legs, without thinking of anything else that wasn' t going to get me safe. I didn' t get into the bush anymore. That feeling that something was coming behind me was driving me to run. I headed for the city on the dirt road until I found the road. I almost got hit twice because I was going through cars desperately asking for help, but I was only scaring drivers. Thank God, good people found me and decided to help me. When I told them what had happened to me, I noticed they didn' t believe me, but I didn' t care how good it was that I was safe. Finally, I want to share the reason why I walked away from being a companionship lady there.

11:16 For the year two thousand shared apartment with two companions, Sare and Lucre. We had years to meet. One of them invited a friend of hers to live with us. She was a somewhat mature woman, called a pearl, or at least so we met her in a thin physiognomy of some forty- five years, dark complexion and colored eyes. We haven' t had a good chemistry since he got here. It was all a matter of discussion with her. The paintings, the clothes, the shoes, the space. Everything got along very well with my other two partners, but not with me. Several times I heard her say that I thought I was very pretty and that she hated me. So when I asked them to tell you, tell pearl to find another place to live. They opposed it. So we began to distance ourselves. Maybe I made a mistake. One morning I discovered her putting on her pupils. Realizing that I didn' t have colored eyes, I laughed at her, pearl just stared at me without saying anything, but it was obvious that she was very upset by my mockery that eventually things would settle down. One morning I got up, I felt my skin very dry, I had a terrible thirst and I was dizzy, although I had never felt that way, I did not give it so much importance. I just took a few pills. I also rubbed cream or mectant. My discomforts did not cease. So one night I stopped going to work, I stayed in bed feeling a strange feeling that filled me with chills. I didn' t care

12:50 about the fact that my partners exchanged looks of complicity. Little by little I lost my appetite until I stopped eating completely. I asked my partners for help, both of them my friends, but they ignored me. Thinking he had something serious. I decided I' d go to the doctor the next day. I didn' t expect him to start suffering from sleep paralysis from that night. I couldn' t open my eyes. I could listen to the girls when they spoke and even when they laughed in a mocking way, they went to work and left me there prisoner of my own body, lying on the bed. I could hear someone walking in the room. He was coming to my ear to whisper to me. I hope you die soon and then start laughing. What was scaring me the most was knowing that I was alone gathering all my strength to cry out. Only then could I wake up and turn around scared, but there was no one. I felt so weak, perhaps because of the lack of food. I couldn' t get up anymore.

13:58 I was worried when marks began to appear on my body I was getting sore at scratches and bruises that I didn' t have the night before. I didn' t know when the three women who lived with me left the apartment leaving me alone, just as I was almost lying in bed. Maybe I was at the worst of what I had because a woman started showing up at the foot of my bed. I thought they were hallucinations because I didn ' t have a way in, but it was so real. She was an old woman in black clothes, always undressed. His huge eyes didn' t look like a normal person. Sometimes, without taking my eyes off me, I walked from one side to the other, always with a terrible smile.

14:41 At first he looked at me funny. Then his gaze turned into hatred. From where I was, he told me a lot of things that I couldn' t hear or understand. I was just watching her move her mouth. He was pointing his finger at me. The fingernails of the hand were long and black. At times she was very thin, but at other times she was an obese, low- height woman. Maybe it was another one. I came to suffer from terrible nightmares. That' s the only way I could guess when it was night when I woke up, that woman was always there staring at me. During my nightmares. The woman was all over me. With one hand, I would squeeze my neck and with the other, I would stretch strands of hair until I ripped them out in the midst of terrible pains. While I was doing it, he was yelling at me to die. When I woke up in terror, I looked at my hair on the bed. That made me assume I didn' t dream of it.

15:37 My head hurt so bad. Besides, it was all spinning around me. I had a terrible disgust. If I ever threw up, what I had was horrible and an ugly smell. I can' t say that this was real, but during the day I could see things moving alone, curtains, clothes flying everywhere. The closet door opened slowly as if someone were hiding inside and was about to leave. There were also many noises and sinister laughter. A horrible voice deep inside my head kept uttering my name. I was sure it was the voice of pearl. I had no idea how long it had been. In those conditions, I knew that there I would die alone abandoned for which I believed my friends. Thank God, they weren' t the only companions I had. One morning another friend came looking for me because she missed me disappearing overnight. For so long he was horrified to see me lying in the bed of a pestilent room. She was very thin, almost hairless, practically unrecognizable about to die. In fact, she thought she was dead. Maybe I disgusted him or scared him because he didn' t come near me. He asked me if it was me. When he got convinced it was for help what happened. Then she told me. I think I ' ve felt and heard something, but nothing else. He didn' t warn anyone. He brought a person she knew to take care of me.

17:11 He knew he had an evil. Surely witchcraft because when they came in they looked at a shadow over me trying to drown me. Feeling them that thing disappeared the atmosphere inside the room was heavy and cold. The feeling that someone was there was very strong at first, an invisible force. He did not allow them to approach until the person who was going to attend to me made a few prayers. Then they could do it. My friend tells me my body was frozen. Besides, I' m pretty dry almost lifeless for two days. With their nights they accompanied me, they prayed as they swept me with some herbs. They couldn' t get me out of that room because my body was too heavy, even though it was thin. The person my friend had brought was a healer. I made sure someone had me and didn ' t want to let go. Maybe she was a witch or a dead man. The nights that were helping me could see that things were moving alone, that strange and macabre noises were heard under my bed. They never turned off the focus, because with the darkness there were disturbing shadows flying around me.

18:22 The demonstrations were so strong that they themselves felt bad. Days later, when I regained consciousness, I was in another room. I felt really bad. I didn' t remember anything I' d been through. When I looked at my thin hands, I remembered something and broke into tears. After a few hours, as I could, I told them what had happened. I was assured by the healer that that pearl woman sent me to do a black witchcraft job. That' s probably why they left me alone knowing I ' d die. I asked them to give me a mirror, but they refused to argue that the mirrors were portals to the underworld and something could happen to me because I was very weak. I knew they didn' t want me to look at myself in the state I was in for three days, the healer was sweeping me. In addition to giving me some herbs, she gave me a few prayers and rubbed my whole body with amulets, though they never left me alone. I got nervous breakdowns and screamed for help, because I felt that many hands stretched out my hair, feet and arms. I didn' t react favorably as if by magic. During the three days I was in the care of my friend and Mrs Curandera, I suffered from severe temperatures and tremendous hallucinations. At times, they themselves changed their faces and looked at themselves as the old women who appeared to me at other times became my old companions in sar and lucre just to make fun of themselves. I had

19:56 a nightmare, but so horrible, oh h Heras. I could forget in her the old woman that appeared to me turned into a pearl suddenly fell on me. I' d pull out a tongue so long I' d start hanging with it. Everything seemed so real that I woke up with the mark on my neck. Although it was only us, it felt a negative presence, something that was not of this world. I never fully recovered, mentally or physically. I had a few sequels left. I didn' t get my weight back, I didn' t get all my hair out either. I was so thin, so much so that I lost my appeal forever for a long time. I was afraid of the night, more specifically at bedtime.

20:38 I was horrified to suffer all that again, the paralysis of sleep, the nightmares or the voice inside my head. What is worse alive, distrustful and fearful, especially of people I do not look anyone in the eyes, because it seems to me that they are those of that woman who appeared at night. Now I count on how many years, although they tell me that I represent my colleagues more, those whom I believed my friends, I never saw them again, even though they hurt me terribly. I do not wish you evil, although I know that karma exists. Tale written and adapted by Black Cat