Un Demonio Persigue A Un Bebé Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 There was a season when I went to live at my uncles' house for college. Back then, my uncle Miguel lived with his wife and son in an apartment with several rooms in the center of the city. It was the ideal place, because from his house I had only one truck left to go to the university. I was trying not to be a burden to my uncle ' s family. Whenever the opportunity existed, I helped in the house and supported as I could. I was trying to put my grain of rice so it would somehow be my payment. Always in the afternoons after school, my aunt was already waiting for me with the plate of food and hours later my uncle arrived from work and we were eating together already at night. I could hear from my room. As my uncles played with their little son, only five years old, they slept all three together. One night, things started to get a little strange. I got very thirsty I was getting awful hot at night. I got out of bed and without turning on the room light or the hallway, I walked into the kitchen. A red glow coming out of my uncle' s room caught my attention. The first thing that came to mind was that it was about the night light that they had for my cousin. So I kept walking, but suddenly the light blinked as if something or someone had happened in front of her. I was curious to look just

1:38 to make sure everything was okay. I barely got my head in, I could see that both my aunt and uncle slept deeply, but right in the middle of them, lying face up, but with both eyes open, was my cousin. He hadn' t noticed my presence. He seemed to be entertained by something he saw on the roof. I turned around to see what it was about, but there was nothing out of nowhere. My cousin started saying a person' s name. He repeated Mario' s name several times. He seemed to have fun. I assumed that that name might appear in one of the songs they sang before they slept, or maybe some of their dolls didn' t give it more importance. I went back to the hallway when a scratched and totally unknown voice was heard saying he already sleeps as a child. I quickly realized it wasn' t about my uncle. He didn ' t talk like that. I went back to the room to check that it wasn' t someone else, but all I found was my uncles and my awake cousin. As I was, I could swear by God that I had heard someone else' s voice clearly. I didn' t know if I had to get in and check that everything was okay at the end.

2:59 The one thing that occurred to me was to wait a few minutes looking into the room in case I noticed anything strange or unusual, but everything remained quiet. The next morning, when we were having breakfast, it occurred to me to tell my uncles what happened not before asking them who Mario was, to which my surprised uncles watched me and asked me if I meant someone in particular I told them that my cousin repeated Mario' s name a lot, so I found it strange. My uncle, very serious, saw me and told me that a year ago, perhaps a little longer, one of his best friends had died of an illness. It was a very sad thing and he was one of my uncle' s best friends. In fact, this Mario guy had introduced them to my uncles when they were younger. At the end of the day, it all happened that maybe the boy had heard about Mario in some time and he' s just remembering it. After that, my uncle kindly asked me not to talk about it anymore. He seemed strange to me, but he was willing to respect his rules. Friday came out of school, I rushed to my uncles' house and prepared my things to return to my family for the weekend to the village where I lived. Just as I entered my uncle' s house, I ran into a person sitting on the couch in the living room. My aunt was sitting in front of him.

4:30 Both were drinking coffee and as soon as my aunt saw me, she introduced me to the other guy, telling me that he was a powerful spiritist and that he would help us with a clean one on the spot. I was very surprised to see you there. I had no idea my uncles were people of those beliefs. It was when I realized that both of them had taken very seriously what I told them about that mario. I really didn' t want to say anything. I' ve never been a believer in that kind of thing, but unlike my uncles, they looked very convinced. The guy said goodbye to me after about 20 minutes of talking to my aunt.

5:15 They had practically agreed to clean the house next weekend. The guy required some things from my aunt, who promised to get them. The truth. I was grateful I wasn' t there that weekend. At night After dinner from my room I could hear my uncles having fun with my cousin, singing and talking to him until suddenly everyone was absolutely silent. I found it strange that none of the three said anything. In fact, the silence seemed gravely unheard of. Suddenly, a stream of iced air entered my room that putting a blanket on was very rare, as we were not in cold weather. As soon as I put it on, I had a strange feeling that I wasn ' t there. I just looked around, but there was no one.

6:15 I thought it was just a silly idea, but then I could hear a laugh that worried me a lot. It wasn' t my uncles', or cousin' s, was the laughter of a man the same one I heard that time, but this one came from the roof. I looked up quickly and horrified. I realized that there was a giant white, semi- transparent face with open eyes and a huge smile and nothing began to fade until there was no trace of it. I was astounded by what I had seen. I couldn' t believe it. When suddenly a few knocks on my door shocked me even more. Someone was playing with a lot of insistence and I was still scared, so it was hard to say that I was already on my way to open. It was about my uncle who had a strange look. I asked him if he was all right, but he replied, asking me if I had seen him. I couldn' t pretend. I asked him if he meant the huge face and he just nodded. My uncle told me that from time to time, since the death of his friend, his spirit came to visit them and commonly the child was the one who saw him, but there were times when his only presence was very strong and anyone could notice it. In addition, the environment changed around it, becoming heavier.

7:45 My uncle told me that I had nothing to fear him was a harmless spirit. Despite my uncle' s words, I kept questioning myself because they wanted to drive him out of the house. My uncle' s last warning was that he would be careful to see it in his eyes, as it was the way Mario' s spirit was attracted to someone. The first chance I had I asked my uncle to take me to the bus station, because I wanted to go with my family. He did not refuse to do so, but before that he told me that he needed to go through an errand that I had entrusted him with. My aunt. We arrived at a place where they sold fabrics. He asked me to wait for him. One moment in the car, while making the purchase that he was ordered to do, I took out my cell phone and started playing a game while waiting for him.

8:37 But all of a sudden a strange smell of cigar was soaked in the car. I looked around to see who it was, but even though I looked around, I couldn' t find anyone. Suddenly a strange sensation came to my chest. Then in me I never began to feel someone' s breath was cold and one could sense that I was upset. The first thing I thought was that someone was hiding behind. Then I looked through the rearview mirror at a pale face with dark basins instead of eyes. He was behind me. I quickly looked back, but there was no one there. I looked back at the rearview mirror and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

9:22 I was confused. I could make sure there was someone back there. My uncle arrived and when he opened the car door he was confused, asking me if I had smoked. I decided not to tell you anything. He didn ' t want me to lecture on his friend again. I was sure something wasn' t quite right. I realized what he bought. It was a red cloth to change the subject about the smell. I asked my uncle what he wanted it for. He told me that he needed it to cover his son' s eyes and that he didn' t see Mario' s spirit at night on his way to the bus station. I didn' t mention a word when I got to my village. The first thing I did was tell my family how the school had been. I booked everything that happened with my uncles to talk to my father. I approached him to talk and tell him what had happened. He seemed confused with what I was saying. He didn' t say anything until the last minute I finished telling him what happened to me in the car. He looked at me and told me that it seemed very strange to him that he was telling him, because his brother' s friend had died, but that was years ago. That night I was already resigned to sleep. Late had enough homework. I put it on my laptop for a moment. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight

10:54 when I got a little hungry. I went to make a sandwich in the kitchen and when I came back to my room I realized that the laptop had the lid down. I was quite puzzled. I knew well that I had left it open. I felt like continuing my homework, but it didn' t happen much. When I suddenly heard that something had fallen behind me from my desk, I turned around and there was a draft thrown away. It was impossible for him to fall on his own, for I had him in a clay jar with many pencils, feathers and pencil sharpeners. I put him back in his place. I was already a little restless about what happened. It' s only been a few seconds. When I heard someone was walking in the hallway right into my room. I stared at the door. I hadn' t closed the room. Whoever passed by would see it that way or yes. The steps were approaching. It was close enough for him to know who it was, but no one looked up. There wasn' t a single person. I was sure someone would pass. I got out of the chair to close the door, but I barely took a step. This closed tightly in front of my eyes. Then the steps were heard running out of my room, until no such noise was perceived. I didn' t really understand what was going on in that house anymore. I went back to my uncles' house in the middle of the week to continue my studies.

12:24 But now I had in mind to get concrete and no more evasive answers from my uncle. I needed to know the truth about everything that happened. When I got home, my uncle welcomed me very warmly. He told me that they had made some changes at home and that now the Baby would have his own room. They told me, because if I heard noises at night, it was they who were going to watch their son across the hall. On Monday night, when bedtime came, I knocked on the door of my uncle ' s room and asked my uncle if I could talk to him. I tried to sound as calm as possible. When I opened the door, I realized that there was some tension on his face. We get out of the room and sit in the living room. I told him in detail everything that had happened to me in his house and that I felt something was happening and that they had not told me at all I wanted to know the truth.

13:28 My uncle realized he was worried. He told me that there were things that were difficult to explain and he was more serious and cold than usual. While my uncle was speaking a shadow, he seemed to pass fleetingly through the room, which made me shudder. I tried to ignore the feeling that something was watching us from the shadows of the house, but it was becoming more and more difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation. I had the feeling that I saw a couple of bright eyes from one of the armchairs in the living room. My uncle felt so normal that I was very worried. Then I decided now to tell her what had happened to me in my house. My uncle' s face became even more severe as if he were remembering something that I' d rather forget a creaking Resonated in the house followed by a sudden blackout that plunged the room into darkness, my heart pounding in my chest.

14:28 As I tried not to lose composure, I felt my uncle' s hand grab mine hard and his voice full of fear. He said this was what he feared the most. Just before I could ask you something else. We heard a scream from across the hall. We both stood up immediately. I thought it was about my aunt without saying a word. We are both heading towards the sound we hear going through the darkness with fear. As we approached the origin of the scream, the temperature seemed to fall sharply, enveloping us in a very cold environment. The scream was heard again. It certainly wasn ' t about my aunt. That, in a way, calmed me down, but at the same time, I stood up to the beautiful ones on my arm. It was intensifying more and more. But then we realized that the scream led us right to my cousin' s room. The door was ajar, letting out a faint light from the inside with the heart in the throat. We pushed the door and entered the room. My little cousin was sitting on his crib, his eyes wide open full of terror. What struck him most was the dark figure that hovered near him. It was a dense shadow. No doubt it was a subject' s shadow. Before we could

16:00 react, the shadow faded into the darkness. It was like he merged with her. He left us alone with terror. I could breathe fear and my body trembled. My uncle and I looked at each other with disbelief. We were unable to understand what we had just witnessed. It was then that I realized that there was something much darker and scarier. The house wasn' t safe for everyone. Without a doubt, that entity wanted the child. Something had to be done. We could already get hurt or even dead. The next day, it' s a little quieter. We' re both headed to a chapel where we' re looking for advice from a priest. In a way, I was feeling a little restless, but I didn' t want it to stop me from solving the problem, especially because the baby was in danger minutes later, a priest came out to help him. We commented on the problem as far as we could tell and told us that he would gladly do a healing ritual for the house, but before he needed to know where he was The strongest activity suggested us to throw some flour down the floor and make sure that no one stepped on it, wait a bit and then go to see where we could find footprints. The priest would arrive later, after we did what he asked. Between my uncle and I began to sprinkle

17:32 flour through the rooms, at least where the paranormal activity had been seen and we were ready to wait. My aunt had gone out for a walk with my cousin so we were calm that it was just us and they wouldn' t get hurt. An hour later, the priest arrived at the house. We prepared our stuff and headed to the rooms where we had seen it first, but it was my uncles' room. Around the bed. We spread flour, but you didn' t see anything out of the ordinary. The priest poured holy water everywhere. We finished and then we went to my room.

18:15 A couple of barefoot footprints were by the window. Then there were others next to my bed and right at the entrance, the priest began to sprinkle holy water. Also in a row. We' re continuing with the baby ' s room. What we saw shocked all three of us. The whole room was full of footprints. Everywhere, there was no empty space. Whatever was in the room was definitely a violent entity. This time, the priest asked us out. We saw it from the outside. The priest began to pray and spread holy water. The atmosphere became icy and then I saw it in the flour the scattered on the floor marked new footprints surrounded the priest and in the blink of an eye. The bottle where he had the holy water flew out of his hands. He did not stop praying and continued with the healing of the house on all sides of the room. The flour on the floor began to stir. There was an evil entity trapped there. The priest took a glass bottle out of his robe. It apparently contained more holy water in it. The whole bottle was persected and sprayed on the floor suddenly a figure materialized before our eyes. It was robust and a man was kneeling.

19:41 The priest saw him and approached him, persed the figure and sent him to rest in peace. That was the solution to the problem. Paranormal events were no longer seen, shadows or noises were no longer seen. Everything was blessed by the father, but I decided to go find another place by my means where I could stay. I wasn' t comfortable anymore. There' s the truth. Since then, several years have passed and I have never had strong experiences in my life. A story written and adapted by the language of a sorcerer.