Un Demonio Devora Niños Quiere A Mi Bebé Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The demon that devours children. When we arrived at our new apartment, there was a novenarius for a death right across the street, but on a floor less than where we had moved. I didn' t mean to interrupt or get in. I also discreetly let my husband know that we put things in without bothering the people who were gathered outside the entrance to the apartments. I don' t remember very well how many people there were, but there were quite a few. So full was the small apartment that they went out to the stairs of the entrance to the groups of five or six people. They were all talking. They brought disposable glasses, also cookies. I smelled a lot of coffee and cinnamon flowers. I thought for a moment it was a funeral. I asked my husband if he could see anything between the movement of things up, but he told me that he greeted the neighbor on the next floor of our tower. He told her that she was the last novenarius of the daughter of the lady who lived in that apartment. The man was in a hurry for the errand bags he was carrying and my husband asked no more.

1:12 They showed up to each other and that' s all there is to it. When we met again in the moving truck, he said quietly that the girl was there, but that I did not worry that it was just the ashes. I wasn' t gonna get to see a whole dead man. In his coffin, my skin was raised to think about it. Then I began to hurry as I climbed up some boxes. I didn' t want to spend much time going up and down. I felt a greater discomfort than usual. I' ve never seen a dead man before. Perhaps she was fortunate because, despite passing the age of twenty, at that time she had never attended any funeral home or pantheon. I don' t know if because we were starting a new stage that I was hoping would be all pink or because the same pregnancy brought me to crazy hormones. But the scent of flowers was unbearable. He swore he could smell it even inside our apartment.

2:07 It was almost as if the two apartment towers were full of flowers rotting to date. I can' t stand the scent of flowers called a white house, because they smell like dead. We just moved into the apartments at the Colony Arcos. There the towers share the same number. Only one letter is increased to the number of each department to make them a side A and a side B. The funeral was on the second floor on the A- side. We moved to the third floor on the B- side. As I mentioned earlier, I was pregnant. I was only three months old and we had decided to move to a place closer to the center, as we lived in a village about three hours from the center. After climbing up and firing the gentlemen of the moving team, we stayed for dinner without unpacking much, but we had pizza and settled in the chair without having set up our dining table. We began to talk about what we expected of the emotion that gave us to begin in that place. Now that we were going to be parents.

3:13 I remember clearly when the lights started to go down slowly like blinking until the light went out. Luis laughed at me saying that we just needed to close the day and before we could answer him, we heard a few screams. I got up in one tug and came to the window facing into the apartments. There could be a lot of cell lights out there, moving down the floor where the novenarius were. That' s where the noises came from. I knew it because I also heard that several people began to calm those who were praying. My husband was sitting in the chair, still eating, had turned on the light on his cell phone and asked me to come back to finish dinner to go to bed I was amazed that I was not curious about what we were hearing. Without electricity, we couldn' t do anything.

4:09 Until the next day. I didn' t listen to him. I kept looking through the vents. I told him that perhaps we should report the light to the Commission. He was really tired. I didn' t have to see his face to know he was upset. He wouldn' t answer me. It' s one of those people who get tired with bad tempers. When I was trying to convince myself to get away from seeing the people of the novenarius with morbidness, I made a quick move to look up and down. I felt like something had fallen off. That' s why I checked my leg in the dark. As I looked up, I heard the screams again. I clearly saw how all the lights on the cell phones that were moving in the dark started blinking in a very rare way. After that they went out. That' s why everyone screamed. At that moment.

5:00 It didn' t go through my head to think it was weird that all the cell phones went off. At the same time, for a second I came to see that a little light moved through the darkness and then went out. The sounds of amazement flooded the night. The people in the department were frightened by the appearance of that vision. The feeling that the darkness was deeper little by little and the crying of a woman who did not stop scared me so much that I could not say anything. I also felt the tips of my icy fingers because I was shaking. I felt like I had to run or something, but staying there was no option, so I went fast with my husband, but I stumbled over something I had left on the floor.

5:45 It was a box that had the tools to put together the chairs and the table and I fell by fitting one of the tools and, as I was going straight ahead, I fell into the box with one knee inside. So the drama increased, as we went out in search of a clinic open at seven o' clock on a Sunday night to be able to attend to my knee cut. Fortunately, it wasn' t serious, but he wouldn' t let me move for a whole week, as it hurt a lot. Unfortunately, that would only trigger a terrible crisis of anxiety, because not being able to move well worried me very much, but I will go little by little to tell what happened, because my doctors believe that it gave me stress from pregnancy, but I know what I saw I was terrified to see a light. It has as a reflection of a body, a small body that ran to the bottom of the apartment until it was lost. After that, the subject of my neighbors' conversation had not been our move. It was the appearance of the ghost during the girl' s novenarius, as I say.

6:46 Some people said it appeared briefly as a light in the middle of the darkness of the night. I was scared. He listened to the conversations of the neighbors, always more communicative outside their homes, who began to spread the rumor that Mrs Betty' s daughter had appeared during the rosary. Some said someone had seen a little light move. Others said they saw that he hid behind one of the chairs when the light went away some more that had appeared to them by touching them. At that moment I felt that even the air was missing when I learned that it was the novenarius of an eight- year - old girl named Paola and that, apparently, I too had managed to see that spirit before hitting my knee, I know that I am not the most patient person. I already had my stress episodes that kept me from being calm, but I don' t know how to explain it. I was afraid to hear of a little dead woman. The rotten flowers still smelled in my house, but the worst was that vision. I know I saw a ghost and not the ones people count as spectra. It had only been a small ball of light, but that was enough for me to understand that it was not normal and I could not explain that either. I started thinking a lot. That weird feeling invaded me again. I had to get out of there. I was in danger. Something bad could happen to me, but especially something bad could happen to my baby. While I was thinking, the

8:16 neighbors were still talking. I kept hearing things about the little girl who died. They said their favorite color how they liked to dress as well as how much they liked to go play with their little plastic dolls on the apartment stairs. Then, someone said they heard the girl playing on the stairs at night. His voice was very low and some laughter was what he heard. Maybe his ghost was there. They said because he fell off the fourth floor, but no one knew how. Betty told them that the cops, when they arrived, were surprised. It was an accident, but the body looked really bad. I couldn' t stop thinking about the light I saw or the weird cold around me. I was afraid I' d get out and be able to hear those laughs on the stairs. Something was wrong, but I didn' t know how to explain that girl seemed close, even though she wasn' t in this world. I was getting dizzy trying to calm down, breathing deep. The vision kept appearing in my dreams. I began to think it was a very serious mistake to move to that place. One afternoon, my husband went from place to place, settling things in place, while trying to entertain me with a maternity magazine. I was sitting next to the window facing the buildings across the street and looking out loud because I heard a weird noise, I looked at some hands drawn on the windows of the deceased girl' s apartment. I kept a scream breathing deeply to calm the impression,

9:52 I had no way to explain coherently what I had seen. My husband had been too impressed. When a few minutes passed, I came to tell him that I had seen a ghost the day we arrived and at that time I had seen him again. But as he looked out the window, he saw not a single trace indicating the hands I saw He looked at me with much understanding. He told me not to worry about him breathing, that he ' d see me feel comfortable. He asked me how it had been. I told him that through the ventilates I saw a light moving through the darkness his face. He told me everything didn' t believe me. The next day he confessed to me that he did believe in ghosts, but that he did not think that it would have been. He asked me to try to calm down He left the vents where I looked that night permanently closed. The next night, after a very heavy day because we were on the clock settling what we could, as I would stay alone at home, we ended up very tired. Still, I couldn' t sleep. I was turning uncomfortable.

10:58 In the end I resigned and read to me. I sat in bed while Luis snored next to me. The room was completely dark. I looked at the curtains and realized it wasn' t on. In the light of the corner lighting, a strange cold in the middle of May raised my skin. I touched my fingers with one hand and another, trying to understand what was happening to me. I thought I was too tired because I saw cloudy as asleep, but I was awake. I didn' t want to wake my husband up, so I resigned myself to look at nothing for a while until I understood if I felt bad for some reason. I began to ask him goodbye help, but he diverted from my concentration a very subtle aroma of flowers that brought to my mind the image of the little light that was in the apartment where the novenarius was. Also those hands in the window. I felt the blood drop out of my head so fast I ended up dizzy.

11:52 I hadn' t thought about the ghost thing any more. For being worried about the move. The hoop or increased. I started mumbling at some point without realizing that everything was okay. Again and again trying to convince me, despite having the heavy sleep, my husband woke up dry and immediately asked me if I was okay. Taking my shoulders in the dark I saw his eyes, I saw him weird. I took his arms and told him I smelled Flores, but he didn' t listen to me. I had to repeat it twice or three more, but he was open- eyed without saying anything. I was looking at nothing. Then he went back to bed. In the end, I said loudly that I smelled Flores. He sighed. He said yes, he smelled, but he just turned around and tried to turn on the lamp in his bureau, but he didn' t light it.

12:43 I yelled at him to wake up and at that moment he sat on the bed. He looked abnormal. He tried to turn on the lamp twice as long as he stopped to see what was going on. He got up to check if the pills in the fuse box were running out, hadn' t gone down or something. His flip flops echoed on the floor. I heard some of the neighbors' doors were gnashing. Apparently, other people had realized that there was no light. Luis told me everything looked good. He also snuck out the door and told me there was no light on the street. I heard him stumble several times before he got to the bathroom, where he stopped quietly. He stayed there without saying anything. Instead of staying calm, I got more nervous. The darkness. The weird cold and the scent of dead flowers were making me nauseous. I felt my stomach contract ignoring the pain of the knee. I got up carelessly. I ended up throwing up in the sink. I stumbled upon my husband. When I ran to the bathroom, I took my nightgown and dried my face. He was holding my hair.

13:52 While I was doing this, I heard a sound of a very low voice. It was behind me perhaps somewhat far away, but I reached to hear it, I know that everything was dark, that it was impossible to distinguish something, but I know what I saw from the room that was behind my back from its darkness, because there were only the boxes closed from the few things of my baby I saw that a figure reflected in the mirror I saw so sharp, despite being dark, it was the face of a girl in the darkness. Then the light came in seconds and I couldn' t keep my mouth shut. A little choking scream. It came out for that second I knew that what I saw was a little girl was small, like more of a chaparra than a normal, hairy, lactated, and very white girl. His round face seemed to have no expression. She was serious, with her mouth a little open and her eyes very black. Never in my life will I forget that face. All the lights in the house were out.

14:54 It was only on the one in the back room. That' s where I saw that little girl. After that I began to tremble uncontrollably, even though I was breathing to calm down. He didn' t make it. I had tears coming out, but I couldn' t say what I saw. I only told my husband that I had seen something that had made me very afraid. My husband took me to the edge of the bed to sit down. He asked me if I could get water or something, but I couldn' t say anything. Luis started to heat water to give me a tea room light next to where we slept. The one where I saw that girl or her face, because the body wasn' t sharp. His round face his huge eyes and a little of his shoulders stood out from the darkness. My heart was coming out of my throat of terror, whining, I went to my husband' s side to hug him, I began to cry. He didn' t say anything, he never said anything. At that moment I spent the worst night of my life and the next day I went first hour to look for file to get consultation, imagining that I could be seeing things for some reason, because the next day it didn' t seem normal to see a ghost. I' m not a person who doesn ' t believe in ghosts, but I was worried that I was going crazy about a ghost of a child. It was crazy. The doctor told me he didn' t have anything. He sent me painkillers and I got paranoid.

16:22 On my way home. I could only think of the girl she was there. I couldn' t take that face off my head and close my eyes and there I was I was going to look in the mirror after going to the bathroom and for a moment I felt like I saw her again looking at me with those horribly black eyes, like there was nothing in them. It was a feeling of seeing all the bad in them. That' s why I started not seeing the reflexes of all surfaces because I didn' t want to find her there alone and in the middle of the day. It would be more than a hallucination. I was afraid I' d even get locked up in a shrink or something. I arrived at the apartment at ten o' clock with Luis. I' d stayed at my mom' s all afternoon. I didn' t want to go back and be alone, even though I did three hours to go see her more the ones that piled up to return my whole body seemed to ask me to stay away, because even a few red hives came out in my arms. The worst thing is that those hives had the circular shapes before entering the apartment. He told me he couldn' t see for sure that he' d come back. Maybe I had to wait for the pills to work out that if I spent a night out, I could get better soon that we were wrong it wasn' t rest. There was an entity there stalking us that night and I couldn ' t eat the dream. I was completely laying down an incredible heaviness.

17:51 He had taken over me. I began to feel pulled as if moved to bed, heavy and confused little by little, I fell into bed, I don' t remember how I lay down, the change of clothes, or anything else. I felt like I was passing out. I began to dream of something I will never forget. I was walking around the apartment. It was all arranged, with different furniture as if it were another time it looked dark. There were plastic bags in some corners, as well as stuff crumbling into furniture. Also on the table is an old bony woman with her lips badly painted red and her face broken with deep grooves of old make- up. I was sitting smoking on a double bed, right in the room where my husband had put our bedroom. The woman didn' t look at me, turned her cigarette off on the mattress. I coughed, too. I felt the smoke so much that I was drowning. When I looked in the other room, it was empty. There was only one chair in it there was a man with a face with many scars. I looked without moving through the window. It didn' t look like he saw me from the o ' s either. The other side of the window saw the space towards the neighbors' courtyard, also a gap between building and building. Then the twin window in the other apartment across the street I approached the man I had completely black eyes I looked down. As I adjusted to his height, I took a look to see what that horrible man saw. From the vents. With

19:22 a mirror on the floor below, you could see the window of a little girl' s room. She had curtains with her barbie doll in blue and pink. The girl played sitting in her bed. The hands moved small plastic wrists along the edge of the ventilates. She was the girl that I saw with her eyes empty, with her mouth open, with pale skin, moving her hands making me play, but I looked more like a girl' s doll that moved than a real girl playing I jumped back, hitting the man a little bit in the chair he didn' t move. I panicked. It was as if that man had stood up like an animal. Her eyes shone reddish and I felt my legs fail. I heard my weight fall to the ground in a dry blow I sat recharged on the wall but unable to move, my hands hung at my sides. The man got up, had no clothes, was naked, and was covered in some parts by a dense layer of hair. When I saw him straight ahead, I was on the ground and he stood up, it seemed to me like he was getting bigger.

20:32 I could observe that his small ears ended in tip and gradually a smile was drawn, a dense drool began to come out of between his lips. Jadeaba shone his eyes brighter and directed them to my belly and wanted to pray. For the first time in my life, I felt the need to pray everything I didn' t know but couldn' t, I couldn' t concrete anything, I didn' t remember things well and the tongue. I got stuck. That man b so gave him a laugh from inside his mouth. Semi opened the drool, it scurried through the chest until a scent of rotten flowers fell to the ground. He started to get away from that being and I felt like I was dying because I slowly saw blacker around me.

21:15 As that thing approached me, I woke up in the ambulance. My husband was crying next to me. I felt I was coming back from a dream, but the reality is that I had come down too far. My breath was wearing an oxygen mask and it was bitten by an arm. That' s where I was getting meds I woke up crying. My husband was crying with me, but I don' t think either of us knew why we weren' t talking. He was crying and I just remembered that man. Horrible. Thank God. We made it to the hospital. Fortunately, my baby was fine, but they didn' t understand what had happened to me, because the studies didn' t say anything. The most curious thing is that the episode didn' t repeat itself again and that was the weirdest thing for doctors. For my part, I felt calm. I was sure of what that beast was doing to me. He wanted to kill me He lived in that apartment. It was disgusting to look at him sitting in that chair just to look out. For me to be in the hospital that time had not been bad. On the contrary, he could rest the apartment. It felt bad. The atmosphere smelled awful. Everything gave a feeling of being locked up in the hospital. I did not feel observed or persecuted, so I had made a decision. I' d have to leave the apartment. I couldn' t go back. The problem was, as I said to my husband, what I wanted little by little. The time came for me to

22:45 discharge without knowing what I had, because the doctors thought it was just stress. All he could do was wait and return with the presence of that child or that horrible man. That' s how time came n the afternoon, before it' s time to leave, my husband came to visit me. I wanted to fix the details for my worried discharge. I tried to be the least clear about what I' d dreamed of. I didn' t want them to think I was crazy. It had been a clear dream, but only a dream, so, no matter how horrible it was, I couldn' t use it as a justification for having to change our homes. Again, my husband came up with the idea of not going back to the apartment because he was convinced that something was wrong with the environment where we had moved. He told me he felt it had not been a good place for me or the baby, so he asked me to consider talking to his parents to stay with them for a while. I immediately agreed to move in with my mom. The rest of the pregnancy. My husband left quietly, didn ' t touch the subject again, and I didn' t step on that apartment again. After a few months of Luis living alone there, he looked for a way to find another place to live was much less close to some main avenue, but that didn' t matter to me, because there I didn' t feel the feeling that I was freezing again. The blood Louis was distant those months. I know it was because of the distance, too, because we couldn' t see each other anymore than on weekends. But from the time I left the hospital the fifth month after my pregnancy, until

24:19 the moment my source broke, I felt weird. He always looked tired, also his gaze felt less luminous, his skin looked dry. In a short time it seemed that he had grown old, but as much as I asked him what he had, he answered nothing. He passed the birth of Germán, which I thought would be more difficult by how. My friends had always painted it on me, but it went very well. I felt comfortable, despite the pain from the caesarean section. He was born healthy in his weight and without any health problems, something that worried me about everything that had happened during pregnancy, about the blow to the knee, the la, anxiety and fear. When they let my husband in to see us, he told me that he had found a good place to take us to live. The three together, as we had always imagined, was the second floor in a house.

25:12 It wasn' t that big, two rooms, living and dining together, the kitchen next to a small laundry yard. Nothing unusual happened on arrival, but I was worried. I had a hunch that we weren' t all right. As I stepped on the new home for the first time, the feeling of heaviness, he told me that this was not over when I arrived. It was a day of sunshine. The clear sky. The music of the neighbors was heard far away and our new neighbors from the sides and below approached us to live together and to meet us. I told myself that was a good sign. I felt bad for walking around thinking that paranormal things were going to continue. Luis told me that' s what I wanted to think. So is he. I also remember those words that I think he wanted to warn me that things weren' t going very well, but I couldn' t admit it. It was with that comment that I realized something had happened in his mind or something that I figured maybe I had nightmares like me, but unlike my personality, my husband' s is very different.

26:18 He talks a lot, but never about deep issues or things like dreams or intuition. I am more of those who feel that their intuition is a little more awake and I have always believed that I have the gift of grasping things a little more. Unlike most people, as one trusts, I did not think from the beginning that arriving right in the middle of a novenarius could be a problem. I' m not superstitious. Besides, I don' t think anyone would believe it as a sign of bad luck or anything like that. Little by little the days passed. Like any couple with a newborn, we slept little, we lived worried and every five minutes we had to change a diaper. But in the middle of normality, I started to feel restless about something so it was done too much to do just my imagination or intuition, but I couldn' t give it a name. I didn' t know he was stalking us. I was sure I felt something, but I didn' t see anything. In the house. It began to be evident that I saw things that I was already seeing something physical. I tried to convince myself that I imagined something was happening walking next to me, but in the end I never saw anything, maybe a brief shadow, if anything, but I didn' t really define anything with my eyes, only the sensations tormented me. I saw those shadows. Some objects appeared elsewhere. I also started with constant nightmares, but I was trying to disguise my terror by waking

27:49 up or noticing something moved from the place. I figured they' d call me crazy, because at that time I really thought that whoever saw me scared by nothing or dreaming nightmares, was going to tell me that I' d be put in a psychiatric institution. In the fourth month I felt my head explode. They started giving me such powerful headaches that I couldn' t have sunlight. By lighting the house, I took the habit of being almost all day in the darkness of my room. When Luis went to work, I would go back to bed with the child and put two blankets in the window to prevent the light from sneaking into the bedroom. It didn' t leave the spotlight on the room. I didn' t see the cell phone, or do some activity to pass the time. I was awake in the dark for a long time, attending to the little German. Only in this way could I feel less and less sore in the head and less concerned about the sensations that were becoming more and more intense. Fortunately, my son grew up well, I saw him calmly. The consultations showed that things were fine, but when I saw myself in a mirror, I hardly recognized myself. The shiners were huge. I got down on weight I always looked nervous. I remember well, one afternoon when I went to bathe, I felt that when the water touched my skin it shed a faint aroma of flowers, so I removed the quick soap from my skin, deciding that I would not use shampoo

29:21 either. But that feeling of smelling dead flowers wouldn' t leave me alone. I got out quickly without rinsing my body well because I heard the baby cry. Luis would walk him in his arms from one side to the other of the room, looking for him to calm down. I was singing to him while he was saconating the child. I turned around and stood dry The girl' s reflection was clear in the fridge, my legs were bent, my eyes were covered, I didn' t want to see her. After a few seconds I took my hands off my face. I looked at Luis. He was sitting in a chair. I was hugging the kid. My husband was pale. He saw her, too. I should have been very scared, but I didn' t. If he saw her, she wasn ' t crazy. If he showed up, it was a sign that I wasn' t going crazy. Feeling stalked. Indeed, it was happening.

30:14 The ghost had been following us. I took my son from Luis' arms, who looked at me surprised. He was thinking something deep. That' s why he didn' t even see when I came back with the baby door, where I put the little one to sleep quietly. We had to talk after a while of starting an argument because I was sick of feeling crazy and because he hadn' t told me what was wrong with him. We relaxed. He told me that he thought he was becoming paranoid or that he was flat schizophrenic because he listened to a girl' s voice. I was upset, but I said no more. He started telling me what happened in the apartment. After I went to my mom' s house, Luis had returned to the apartment. I didn' t know how to feel. I didn' t understand what was happening to me, but the doctor had told her to be patient, as it was probably some chemical changes in my body that assured her that being close to my mom would improve my mental state.

31:14 He began to keep a lot of things from the minute one he had seen himself living only for the next few months. He convinced himself that' s not what he wanted for him. The idea was to find a new space to live in three threads. Also at the first minute, unexplained events began to happen to him. He started to hear that they were walking all over the apartment at night. He described it as if someone very angry was going and coming all over the main hallway of the apartment. Luis slept with the door locked. The sound of the steps woke him up. He would come out quickly to see where the sound came from and shut up. That was not the worst, so it happened one afternoon, after arriving from the visit to the hospital, where it was in the river, He felt as he entered that the house smelled of something that was rotting, so he went to open all the windows to ventilate. At the time he opened the vent that he gave to the other departments, he observed that there was a girl standing in the room of the apartment on the second floor. He didn' t get weird. He jammed the ventilator so it wouldn' t close in the air. It was in those seconds that he realized that there was no child there, only a mother without a daughter. He started getting nervous. He closed the ventilator, searched for tape and taped the opening handle. The days passed like a blink so much to do, but these things kept happening.

32:38 The footsteps were heard by the neighbor below who claimed him for being so noisy at night. I remember my husband sweating and rubbing his hands as he told me all those details. In addition, the scent of broken flowers began to reach my nose. He kept telling me that all the time I thought about the girl, all the time was to turn back and that I couldn' t do it anymore. So on one occasion he came to tell a lady in a store near the first department what we had experienced in order to find answers. She had told him something horrible, that there were many people who thought that the girl had not fallen by accident. Someone had hurt him.

33:21 Mrs Betty, this little girl' s mom, she was devastated. I had no answers at all. It was still said that it had been an accident and powerless, he had moved a few weeks to his sister' s house, leaving the apartment alone and without the opportunity to rent it. It was said that Paola was played at night. For him it had become a nightmare that death. I also listened to the girl play when she slept. He told me that one night he heard a girl laugh and throw something that sounded loud in a film. He woke up fast. He went to see through the window of the room next to where he slept and looked out the window on the small sheet roof of the courtyard. On the first floor, first there were toys thrown out that he knew was not in the day before.

34:12 The light of some departments was on. I had no doubt that everyone had heard that. After three months of terror, my husband was able to find the house we would live in. So the first chance he had to go to sleep over there he went to try to rest. Far from that nightmare, he slept on the floor of the current house with only two blankets, but with the happiness assured. I figured there' d be no more paranormal harassment. That didn' t happen. He dreamed of the beast being stalked by that drooling man. He also appeared naked, covered in hair, but at the tip of his fingers and between his lips he saw fresh blood running around staining the whole place. He dreamed it in the new house that being with pointed ears with soulless eyes. She floats the voice of a child crying in the distance, asking for help, asking that she not be found.

35:05 The bad guy listened and Luis couldn' t see her, just a blood road that seemed to lead to where the sound came from. That beast let his eyes shine, his lips slammed, and he went after the girl ' s screams, while Louis was stunned without being able to move through thousands of worms coming out of his skin. That being fired a smell of rotten flowers and cigar stood up. He walked crouching, licking the blood road on the floor. After the entity got lost in the dark, the girl started screaming and screaming saying unnameable things. My husband couldn' t tell me what else he dreamed because he started crying. He let go completely by terror.

35:47 He could not contain the spasms of his body, he grabbed his head saying that he had discovered that he had ended the life of the little paola without being able to contain it, vomited on the floor. After that, German began to cry loudly. I felt the soul coming out of my body when I could see with the corner of my eye that a shadow moved through the armchair of the room. Despite the terror and the urge to escape from there my mind cleared up in a second I had from very deep of my being the urgency to go with my Aunt Helena, so I didn' t wait a second. I called my mom to pass me her address. She freaked out, told me it was ten o' clock at night. Still we asked for a car and went out to my aunt' s house when we arrived, the Baby kept crying, but when my aunt took it, after apologizing for the hour, Germán calmed down as she entered her house. An aroma of the band filled my nose. I felt like I was relaxing instantly.

36:52 There were three candles lit on the altar that she had that which had been my grandmother' s and my grandmother' s mother' s. My aunt was clear to us. I knew why we went. My mom had warned him to be ready. She was a tarotist. I thought of her because only she could help us. You could tell us what was going on. I wasn' t seeing her for years. She hugged me, as I remembered, like when I was in high school. She began to move a herb binding around us and Germán began coughing her. He told me to just carry it so I could take another minute to clean up. After that he sat us on a large red armchair that was in a large room where he apparently exercised the letter reading thing. After talking to us a little bit, he started throwing the cards on the ground, making circles. Then he ' d just settle everything and throw three or four cards and then look at us. Then he told us that what was after us was the demon that went after the children. He feeds on them in many ways and, above all, could not tell us his name not to invoke, because now what had to be done was to wipe out his presence in Luis, whom he had been chasing to make use of. Things fit me in with the little one in the flats. This beast married her until she took her away when she caused the accident. I believe that when I arrived that demon felt my little one and wished him from the beginning, for now that I have talked

38:23 a lot with my aunt, it is clear to me that demons always seek pure souls to corrupt them, but also to cause him much suffering. Fortunately, we got off relatively well from all that unfortunate. I find my husband. She' s been going with my aunt once a month for half a year, and I' m going to see her. A person whose name we don' t know is called Agatha. Join my aunt in the cleans to free my husband from her bond. With that demon, I saw him too, just like he did. We both saw it in our dreams, but I don' t understand how the same thing didn' t happen to me. We don' t know how long it' s going to take to achieve the abandonment of the dark force of Luis' soul, but we ' re going to keep coming for him to make it. For my part, I can say that I am no longer surprised by all this world and that I now live more calmly. I know how to protect myself and my family. I wish everyone knew the devil was loose and he doesn' t care if he doesn' t grow up in it. Story written and adapted by Patricia González