Un Diario Maldito Sacado Del Mismo Infierno Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I was always a pretty different kid. I never had normal friends or hobbies. Instead of playing football or machines, I liked going to the library for hours and devouring one book after another. I guess I did it to try and forget everything that was going on in my life back then. I can ' t say I had an awful childhood, because I know that many might have had something worse than me. I was the only son of a couple of parents who were religious fanatics. I call them that trying to sound nice, considering what they really were. There were whole days when we didn' t leave the Church. I swear I had to memorize more than eighty percent of the Bible. In case they asked me randomly some verse, being me a boy, who from a very early age knew that it was certainly someone who differed and his tastes were not allowed. It just made it worse.

1:04 It all got worse when both the father of our church and other church members realized it was different. Unrepressed ill- treatment did not wait and, far from receiving support or protection from those who had to take care of me, they were blinded by their beliefs. This triggered that at the age of eighteen I had to escape, as they discovered some things in my room, which I do not want to reveal here. I' ll just say it was enough for them to send me to one of those famous conversion centers. I had heard terrible things about it and was not willing to live like this and before being sent I escaped. It was very difficult and I don' t wish it on anyone. I couldn' t even finish high school, as I was taking some temporary jobs, or or or or chas sometimes sleeping on the streets. Needless to mention, I came to have a great repudiation of everything that had to do with religion. While when I was younger, I imagined that not all that could be true at that time of my life, I really hated anything that had to do with it. I blamed religion for all my parents' bad decisions and even mine. For my fortune and thanks to my perseverance, after years I managed to find a good job and then save a lot and keep my expenses to a minimum. I managed to fulfill

2:37 my dream of having a bookstore. At that point in my life I had gotten a couple and finally had enough money to relax me seemed to be going well, but I should have expected everything to collapse from one moment to the next. That day came a new shipment of books, Since my budget was quite tight, Many of these books were usually bought in garage sales, libraries or bookstores that had recently closed and wanted to get rid of their inventory, which is why they gave full boxes at very low cost. The task was for me to organize and classify them between what was useful and what was only recycling material that night my partner was helping me organize many boxes and I thought we would not finish. Most books were useful and some looked good. Almost new. My partner had to work the next day, after helping me with about five boxes and seeing it was almost midnight, decided to go to bed, but I wanted to go further. I told him I' d continue.

3:52 Everything was going well until I found a book that caught my attention, as it looked very old. In fact, my first thought of or was to throw it away immediately, but before I did I decided to see what exactly it was when I opened it I saw it was a diary. He looked pretty old. He had a perfect calligraphy. The lyrics were so beautiful that I could not help but read that page on which I had opened the diary. The first page I saw was full of hundreds of strange symbols and so it all seemed to indicate that it was a kind of ritual. I read it a little bit and it seemed to be in an ancient language, much like Latin, but when I did a little more research, I realized that some words were not the same. On this first page, that ritual could not be read well because some pages were so mistreated that some letters were not very legible to host the pages. Most of the things found in that diary were nothing but symbols, and so did you give them that they seemed to be rituals in that strange language that at the time I thought it was Latin when I came to some leaves that, while they were equally mistreated by time, I also realized that I could understand what they were saying. In one of the writings was found a ritual to detect an animal spy. I

5:23 didn' t understand what he meant by spying and wrong, while I was reading it, I could better understand what it was about how I could know if I was being stalked by pets who were sent directly to spy on you, emphasizing, especially, animals like cats. The idea of being spied on by animals sounded absurd, but something in those old and yellow pages aroused a sense of restlessness in the depths of my being I decided to investigate more thoroughly the contents of the journal, but while doing so as they eat it I could notice strange changes in my environment. The stray cats that used to roam my bookstore now seemed to be getting closer to my establishment and their nightly mauls resounded sinisterly in the dark alleys. A sense of paranoia took over me.

6:19 As I read more of that diary, I continued reading a little more. That especially caught my attention and I came to a point of reading about the famous talking cats. There he said that no talking cat could mean anything good. They also claimed that having one nearby and being discovered would be far worse for whoever did. I continued reading and saw a picture of a cat that seemed very common, except for the eyes that seemed to be completely black. It was as if there were no eyes, the hair looked somewhat out of line and had more teeth in its mouth than a cat usually has. It was disturbing. All that was very disturbing and, while trying to get away from anything related to the paranormal or the religious, my mind used to betray me with very explicit images. When someone came to mention this subject, the idea of a talking cat gave me a chill all over my body. As much as I was trying to tell myself that I had to close that strange diary and throw it away immediately. Or that I was too tired for all that and that, maybe, it would be better to go to sleep another part of me. I wanted to continue reading. I think this is where it all started, where there really was no turning back. I changed the page again and then I could see back a ritual I didn' t understand.

7:53 It was not in that language that I thought was Latin. It looked a little more extinct and underneath. He had a picture of a cat' s head. I read the ritual in my mind about twice and the third time I read it again, but I was silent for three minutes. I was about to switch pages to read a little more. When I heard a strange noise and I say strange because it seemed like a human was mauling a cat. I looked through all the windows, but I couldn' t see anything. I thought it was strange. It sounded pretty close. I went back to mine when a second noise came up. I was convinced of what I had heard. Suddenly I could see the silhouette of a cat on the street. I thought I was too far away to make the cat I was listening to. The cat mauled again three times before his mauling deformed into what seemed like words. I didn' t fully understand them and ran away leaving me again in silence. I tried to sit back and read a little more, but no matter how hard I tried to do it. My thoughts turned to how strange that experience had been just a few moments ago. After a while, I decided that it would be best to go to sleep. I was about to fall asleep when I could hear those mauled ones again I knew

9:24 it couldn' t be a coincidence, but when I woke up my partner to listen to them, the mauled ones also stopped completely. The silence that followed was more disturbing than any sound. My couple in yawns and numbness, couldn' t hear anything and told me to go back to bed saying it was probably just my imagination. I wanted to believe him, but something told me that wasn' t the product of my mind. There were no more incidents during that night, except for a strange dream where I could see a girl carrying a cat, which could not see her face. I don' t remember much of those dreams, but for some reason, I found it very disturbing. The next day, while I was preparing breakfast I could feel something behind me, at the same time I sensed what looked like a hot blow right on my neck. I didn' t turn right away, since for a moment I thought he was my partner. I knew it wasn' t her, and I heard that maul back. I turned scared and even gave a little scream, which alerted my partner and came down immediately to see what was happening to me. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.

10:50 I decided to tell her what happened the night before. My partner heard everything I had to tell him and after showing him that strange picture of the cat in the day, he told me he was probably exaggerating, as he sometimes used to. He assured me that was just someone' s diary with a lot of imagination. As for the strange experience of the night before, he assured me that it was simple suggestion and that he saw cats on the street all the time. I shouldn' t have given it much importance. It could affect me too much. I didn' t want to agree, but his criticism and logic finally convinced me that everything lived was his management. Once he finished talking, he suggested to me that it would be better to throw away the diary. She did it herself throwing him in the trash can before going out to work. He was in the trash for almost 20 minutes.

11:50 I couldn' t resist the temptation to keep reading it. As I said before, it was almost as if it was my obsession to read more about that diary. I didn' t know what drew me so much attention to him, Despite my partner' s warning and his attempt to get rid of the diary, curiosity was still too strong to ignore it. As she left the house, I approached the pot of Garbage and took the Journal out of the waste my hands trembled as I opened it. I remember how in doing so, I thought the diary was more than just a person' s diary with a lot of imagination. The more I read the more I thought that perhaps my partner was right, perhaps all that had been written by a person with a lot of imagination, something still did not convince me completely. Some of the rituals really seemed like they were going to work, not to mention that, since I had read those words aloud, I had heard that cat, which made me think that the Journal I was real. Finally I was able to reach the last pages of the book, or at least one of the last. The last one was so ill- treated, it looked like it had something written on it. It wasn' t readable at all.

13:15 I knew if I tried to move it it would break. I simply completely gave up the idea of being able to read that last sheet. The penultimate one had something interesting. It was the drawing of what seemed to be a hooded man. You couldn' t see his face. He only had the silhouette of a fair man. Below this drawing was back what seemed to be a ritual, but it was very short. It almost seemed incomplete. The lyrics were very bad in an attempt to know what it was saying. I decided to transcribe it into a notebook or at least what I got. I couldn' t transcribe much. Like I said, it was too short, but it was enough to ruin my life. I also made some of the symbols I could see in the diary. These were very similar to staves, only that they had some variants regarding the peaks of the star or the positions of them. Once I knew I couldn' t transcribe anymore, I saw it for a while reading it in my mind before I read it out loud again, without even realizing it, but nothing happened. At first, I even felt stupid for even thinking something might happen. I actually stood up and felt a little dizzy. The view began to become rather blurred and soon I could see someone standing at the library entrance. I thought I might as well

14:46 be a client, only it was impossible for me to welcome you. A couple of words came out of my mouth before this man threw himself at me, I couldn' t do anything and actually, or he didn' t touch me. He just walked through me. I remember the intense cold that felt. It was almost like thousands of ice needles pierced my body. I even fainted, woke up quite excited, but there was nothing in the bookstore that made me think that everything I had experienced had been real. While I was still trying to remember everything, I realized that my partner was about to arrive. I kept that diary in one of my drawers, away from my partner' s sight, knowing that he would be upset if he knew I took it out of the trash and continued reading it. For the same reason, I couldn' t share with him anything that had happened with that silhouette in the bookstore or my sudden fainting. That afternoon I was very restless.

15:54 Any thought, anything I tried to do to distract me. I always went back to all that stuff. I was wondering if all that, even the strange client thing, had been real. The mystery that enveloped the diary and the inexplicable experiences that I was living had become overwhelming. Despite my attempts to rationalize what happened, I could not ignore the feeling that something dark and supernatural was at stake. The following events made it very clear to me that this was not at all a simple children' s story. That night I heard the cat again. As before, it seemed to be performed by a person I woke up my partner to listen to, but at the time he paid attention they stopped. I didn' t understand what was going on. I knew my suggestion and imagination couldn' t do that much. I remember very well the moment when everything climbed up I was awake. Several consecutive nights had already passed in which he simply woke up for no apparent reason. I felt like someone was looking at me, but no matter where I looked. I couldn' t see anyone. It was only a matter of time before tiredness beat me again and I could sleep the rest of the night. I was

17:30 awake thinking I was a little sick of that situation. Then I heard that mauling, but this time it was different because it was not heard outside, as it always seemed to be in the house to be more precise on the bottom, right in the bookstore. I tried to convince myself and tell myself the same thing that it couldn' t be, that there was no way that any animal could get in, but suddenly I could hear a rumble like the one in the books. Falling to the ground. I tried to wake my partner, but she was asleep. I didn' t understand how he hadn' t woken up with that rumble. I thought about waking him up, but I remembered that all the times I had tried to wake my partner up had been in vain. I had never seen anything, I had not even heard anything ever woken up at midnight or even seemed to believe me that was when I made the decision to come down to see what that noise had been, just because it had not been a noise, but the mauled kept listening. Again and again I was so sick of the situation that I thought that if it was really a cat, then I would end this one once and for all, I went down the stairs. If I' m completely honest, for every step that lowered my courage I did too, maybe too much. I didn' t consider myself a very brave person, but right

19:07 then the fear I felt was quite indescribable. I remember that even my legs began to tremble as I began to feel very cold. I finally got down and indeed, I could see a lot of books irrigated all over the ground. The strangest thing of all was that it seemed that they had all fallen at once from one of the booksellers made no sense, I saw nothing around that could have thrown them away. The scene in front of me was quite surreal and disturbing. Books scattered over the ground and the feeling of being observed intensified. As I looked around, the mauled ones kept ringing in the room, filling the air with a disturbing presence. I felt trapped in a lucid dream where reality mixed me with the supernatural, in a way that challenged all logic and understanding. I decided to pick up the books and put them back in place, trying to keep calm despite the growing feeling of terror that enveloped me, I crouched down to pick them up. After all, I didn ' t know what else to do. The fear was still within me.

20:22 I felt my heart hitting my chest with a lot of force, at the same time as that cold, which was rising every second, I was slipping to my bones. Then I heard whispers. I could understand them a little bit It seemed like they were laughing or rather secreting. Between them they seemed to come from two different voices. I was still settling the books. I wanted to pretend not to be listening just to keep them talking, at least until I managed to identify exactly which part those voices came from. When I could identify well, I looked up at that place and came across the unpleasant vision that outside the bookstore, right in the window were what looked like two cats. The darkness prevented me from seeing them clearly, but the eyes of both of them shone as they usually did. Both cats stared at me.

21:23 I wasn' t an animal lover. I respected them, but I had never liked them at all, let alone those two cats, who seemed to be really responsible for those voices I had heard just a couple of minutes ago, I couldn' t quite distinguish their faces. As much as he tried, all he could see was his eyes. In the middle of the darkness. The feeling of discomfort intensified as the cats continued to stare at me from the dark their bright eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of my ses as if they could see through my soul. I tried to look away, to ignore their disturbing presence, but it was as if they were hypnotizing me, drawing me to them with an impossible magnetic force to resist every fiber of my being was alert, shouting to me that something was not right, that those cats were not mere stray animals. The whispers I had heard before resounded in my mind. I was wondering what those cats wanted from me. I tried to remember the Journal' s warnings about talking cats, but my thoughts were clouded by fear and confusion. I didn' t know exactly what to do.

22:45 On the one hand, there was the fear of thinking that those animals had spoken. On the other hand, there was the cold that I felt in the whole environment. I thought about talking to my partner, but I knew it was heavy sleep and I' m sure you wouldn' t hear me scream. I made the decision to turn around and walk to my room. It was not more than five steps before listening to a voice, but this was not a whisper. It was a very clear thing that I was wondering where I was going. That was it for me. I hastened the passage and quickly climbed the stairs. I woke up my partner and put her down to see those strange animals. It cost me a little bit. He was really tired, but he finally agreed to go see what all that fuss was about. When we arrived, the cats were no longer there and, to my surprise, the books were back in the bookseller had no logic whatsoever.

23:47 I told my partner everything that had happened, what I had seen and heard, but she told me that I was probably too tired and that maybe it had been a dream. I knew it wasn' t a dream. Everything had felt pretty real. He remembered enough details to have been. I had no explanation. I thought I wouldn' t be able to convince my partner. I had to agree with him, and we both went back to bed. Despite my partner’ s attempts to reassure me, the feeling of restlessness persisted in my mind. I was wondering if I was losing my mind or if something darker was at stake. As I tried to fall asleep, my mind kept spinning, unable to find a logical explanation for what had happened, no matter what question he asked me. The answer escaped me, causing me once again to have more questions than answers. As the night progressed, I plunged into a state of semi- unconsciousness, plagued by nightmares and uneasy dreams, which always tormented me. The images of cats with their bright eyes and disturbing whispers filled my thoughts, turning the dream into a rather tortuous experience.

25:14 That was the dynamic until dawn. I had been able to sleep a little longer. That last time, when I woke up, I noticed that I had discomfort in my throat it was like I had been screaming for hours or at least that way my partner was already up, I was there. I just got out of bed and went to the bathroom. That' s when I noticed three scratches on my chest, exactly like the wounds a cat can cause. There was no other reason why I could have those marks. The worst thing was that, wanting to show those scratches to my partner, they were gone. I felt like I was losing all sanity inside me.

26:00 It was not possible that I had felt those scratches my dream with that cat about me. It had something to do with it. I was sure, but again I couldn' t prove anything. The next day I went out for a moment to buy some food and that' s when I went through a church. He was so many years old that he didn' t attend one or even go in as he had talked to them before. My relationship with these places had not ended very well. That was the main reason, but right then I thought that if everything I had lived was real, it could be the solution to what was happening. I decided to come in a little bit to ask for help. I felt nothing different about the Church.

26:48 I walked around looking at all those statues and paintings. It was all exactly how I remembered those places. It was completely empty and I' ll get to n n n s so to the feet of a statue of the Virgin Mary. It was huge and it was in the classic. Possess that these statues usually have. I didn' t know exactly where to start. I thought about praying, but a part of me was still totally refused to do it. And it was then, while I was still thinking, that I noticed that the figure of the Virgin moved her eyes towards me and as soon as she noticed that I saw her I realized that she put her eyes back in the same direction and remained completely inert. I screamed and took a couple of steps back. That' s when I heard the priest' s voice, which I wondered if I was okay. I just got out of there as fast as I could and couldn' t believe what I just saw.

27:49 I was absolutely sure that if I told you, no one would believe me. After that disturbing meeting in the Church I felt more bewildered than ever. I felt like I was trapped in the middle of a horrible nightmare. The events were getting worse than each other and I did not know how much longer that figure in the Church would continue to bear it by moving his eyes towards me. He left me trembling with fear. While I was at home, I thought if my sanity was drifting or really something paranormal was happening. I tried to convince myself that it had only been a hallucination caused by stress, but something inside of me knew it wasn' t like that. Terror had taken over me. I found myself filled with confusion and paranoia, scratches on my chest, inexplicable experiences in the bookstore and that chilling encounter in the Church made me wonder if it was all real or just freaking out. I tried to find comfort in the idea that everything was an illusion, a series of coincidences and misunderstandings fueled by exhaustion and stress. It was increasingly difficult to ignore the physical evidence of what he had experienced, the scratches that appeared and disappeared or the whispering voices in the dark. Just in case, the feeling of being observed persisted day and night as if something were lurking in the shadows,

29:23 waiting for the right moment to manifest. Again, this caused me fear and I didn' t know who to turn to for help. Soon I found myself looking over and over at the diary I had found, wondering if maybe there I would find answers to what was happening around me. I remember thinking that, despite my attempts to stay away from everything related to the paranormal or the religious, I felt an attraction to the diary. It was like no matter what I wanted to always end up coming back to him. One day my partner had gone to work and I had just said goodbye to a client, I found myself shaking some shelves, when suddenly a feeling of fear began to take hold of me something evil that stalked in the shadows my hands trembled.

30:21 That' s when the mauled started again. These were mild at first, but little by little they began to increase their intensity until they filled the room with their disturbing sound. I looked up at the window and there, right behind the curtain, I saw the silhouette of a cat. Although I could not see it, I was sure that this one could see me that simple act gave me chills. I tried to turn my gaze away, to convince myself that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but I couldn' t help but feel deeply disturbed by the presence of the cat in the window. The mauled ones continued to fill the room. Enfolding me with sounds that filled me with an anxiety that increased every second, I could not understand what that cat or cat- shaped entity might want from me. In spite of my fear, I felt a strange compulsion to approach the window, as if something inside me pushed me to face the cat with trembling hands.

31:30 I slowly approached feeling like something was pressing my chest. With every step I took I was about to open the curtains and see that cat, but before I could do it, the figure of the animal disappeared from moment to moment, leaving me alone with the echo of its bruises in my Mind I was paralyzed by fear. The feeling of discomfort grew inside me. After that inexplicable event, I decided to calm down and propose that, no matter what I saw or heard, I would simply ignore it. Just two days after this decision, something terrible happened. I had been cleaning up late and decided to go to sleep. I went upstairs. Every step he took resonated in the silence of the house. The atmosphere was strange, but, as I said before, I ignored all that. When I got to the bedroom, I was hoping to find some kind of shelter in my bed, but what I saw there was freezing my blood. A hideous figure stood over my partner with his hands around his neck in a suffocation gesture. It was a grotesque- looking being mixed between human and animal. His skin was covered with scales and his face had both feline and human characteristics, with eyes shining with a reddish tone. Without thinking about it, he threw me forward with the intention of

33:01 deliberating my partner from that monster who was attacking her. But when I came to his side and looked into the bed, I found an even more terrifying scene. The bed was empty and my partner wasn' t there. The figure that had seen that abominable hybrid faded into darkness, leaving me alone with my confusion and my own heartbeat. I staggered back, feeling a knot in my throat and an intense cold travel through my body slowly back to the door, leaving the room in the hope of escaping from that nightmare that had invaded my home. But even as I walked away, I could feel the presence of something dark and evil. Chasing in the shadows as waiting for your next chance to attack with your heart. Still beating hard on my chest, I walked to the door of my room without being able to turn my gaze away from the empty bed. That' s when I heard the sound of the water running and turned towards the direction of the bathroom. That' s when I saw my partner coming out of there and visibly disturbed. I tried to find the words to explain what I had just witnessed, but my lips felt dry and my thoughts were as confused as ever. After all, how could I explain what I' d seen? My partner approached me worried about my

34:34 condition, but I couldn' t find the strength to tell her the truth. Instead, I told her that I just felt bad, that I had had a nightmare. He looked at me with eyes full of compassion, but also with a concern, as if he knew there was something else I wasn ' t telling him. We decided to go to bed together, trying to leave behind those disturbing events and find comfort in sleep. My partner didn' t take long to fall asleep, but I, no matter how hard I tried, couldn' t turn away from my mind the image of that horrible figure lurking on the empty bed. The night became a battle between the desire to find refuge in the dream and the fear of what might lurk in the darkness. Every noise, every shadow fueled my anxiety and I was completely trapped in a whirlwind of disturbing thoughts. As much as I tried to remove the image of that monstrous figure from my mind, I kept stalking my conscience, in addition to the fact that it became present again. Every time I closed my eyes with my heart, beating hard in my chest, I plunged into a state of semi- unconsciousness, fighting nightmares and uneasy dreams that threatened to consume me completely. All that time. I also thought that I should have

36:04 something at hand to defend myself, since if I came back, I didn ' t think I could hurt him much with just my hands. My partner slept peacefully, but I remained awake, vigilant in the face of any sign of danger. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of that abominable creature he had seen before and knew that he could not find peace until he could discover the truth behind that nightmare. Time passed slowly. Every minute seemed like an eternity in the darkness of the night. Finally, exhaustion overcame me and I plunged into a dream full of distorted images. When I woke up at dawn, I found myself alone in bed. My partner had already left me alone with my murky thoughts and the persistent feeling that something dark was still lurking. I felt more tired that day than I felt before I went to sleep the night before, I decided that I would not open the bookstore, at least not at the moment I was unable to attend clients and to try to clear my mind, I decided to organize the books that were still missing, as if the simple act of keeping me busy could dissipate all the thoughts of what happened. Amidst the grave silence of the bookstore, I sensed an unusual, heavy and penetrating aroma. It was the unmistakable smell of

37:37 sulfur. The smell was so strong I couldn' t ignore it. He was sneaking into every corner of the bookstore, wrapping my heart around me, he started pounding hard. As I returned that fear, I continued to organize my books, maintaining composure, believing that if I ignored it enough, then I would have no power over me. That' s when I saw him behind a bookcase, a shadow sliding with a supernatural agility. My eyes opened wide as I distinguished the figure from that hybrid creature. Fear paralysed me in the place. As the creature approached, His extended claws and sharp teeth seemed ready to tear me apart before I could react. The creature swung to me with ferocity. Having her on me. I could see his face contorted in a grotesque grimace of hate and thirst for blood. I was trying to get her off my heart, hammering hard at my chest, as I struggled to find a way out of that living nightmare. With every desperate move, I felt the creature' s claws scratching my skin. His hot, fetid breath blew me close to my face, as I struggled to keep myself safe from fear, wrapped me like a dark blanket, drowning any rational thought that tried

39:07 to emerge in my mind. In the midst of frantic struggle, I managed to reach a close forceful object and used it to strike the creature with all my might. The impact seemed to stun the being for a moment long enough that I could free myself and walk away to the door. That' s when I noticed how hurt the pain was. It was like a thousand burning needles sticking into my skin. I barely had time to react before I heard my partner' s hurried steps approaching. When my partner broke into the room a relief, he invaded me not only for thinking that I would get help, but at last my partner would know that I was not losing my mind.

39:52 But to my perplexity, when I turned to show him the threatening creature that had been harassing and attacking me, there was nothing in the bookstore somewhere. It was as if everything had just vanished. I desperately tried to point out the pain in my arm, but when I lifted my broken sleeve there was no trace of the wound I had felt, I felt like I was going crazy, I couldn' t stand it anymore, I had already reached my limit the truth and confessed everything to him. I explained to my partner how I had recovered the diary from the garbage dump and how each page seemed to bring with it demonic events. He was convinced that he had invoked something dark and malevolent with that ancient book. My partner, exhausted by the endless series of unexplained events he recounted, asked where the diary was. I immediately took it out of my drawer and handed it to him without saying a word.

40:55 My partner took the diary in his hands and declared with determination that it was time to put an end to this nightmare. Once and for all we went to the courtyard and with a knot in my throat, I watched as my partner lit a match and let the fire consume the pages of the newspaper. I saw the flames devour the written words, feeling as if a weight had risen from my shoulders to me it was as if, along with the pages, the fear that had afflicted me since it came into my life was burned. With the diary reduced to ashes, we both went back in.

41:35 For a few days everything seemed to be calm and we began to regain the sense of normality in our lives. But peace did not last long. As the days passed a disquieting feeling that something was still lurking in the shadows persisted at the bottom of my mind, the diary had been destroyed. The memory of the supernatural experiences I had experienced continued to torment me. Every little noise. In the night he made me jump out of bed, fearing that darkness would have brought with it a new threat. I tried to go back to our daily routine, trying to find comfort in the normality of our lives, but the shadow of mystery continued to haunt me. It didn' t matter how hard I tried to ignore it. He was always present, waiting for the right time to manifest. Once again with the passing of days, the guard was going a little lower. The illusion of peace quickly faded away.

42:37 When, while ordering some books in the bookstore, I began to hear some barely perceptible whispers, intrigued and a little fearful I followed the sound to a box that had been stored for a long time in the bookstore. When I lifted the lid, there inside was the newspaper apparently intact, I felt that I was going to faint from the terror I felt. As I stared at the diary, it couldn' t be possible. I had seen with my own eyes how the flames consumed each page, how it was reduced to ashes before the fire, but there was a feeling of panic in front of me began to grow inside me. As I struggled to understand what was happening through my mind, I could only wonder how it was possible for the diary to be back with trembling hands. I closed the lid of the box and moved away from it feeling the darkness closing around me again knew I had to tell my partner what I had discovered, but a part of me feared what this meant that the nightmare we had thought we had left behind was not over yet.

43:55 In a moment of courage, I decided that this time I would be the one to destroy the diary with trembling hands. I took out my lighter and prepared to do whatever was necessary, to get rid of that evil presence that had invaded my life. But when I got to the place, my heart hit my chest. Realizing that I had disappeared, I looked around frantically searching every corner, but there was no sign of the diary anywhere. It was as if I had never been there, as if the entire previous scene had been just an illusion provoked by my tormented mind. A chill ran through my back as the reality of the situation sank into me. I remember sitting here now looking for explanations. I was trying to convince myself that what I had seen was not real, but no matter what deep down in my being I knew that my mind could not have imagined all that. He asked me what I should do with a resigned sigh. I knew there was only one thing I could do. Despite the growing anguish and torment that tormented me, I decided to keep to myself what I had experienced every time I was close to my partner. I was overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of guilt, but the fear of his reaction, the fear that he would look at me with

45:25 eyes full of disbelief or even worse with fear that he would be losing his sanity. I was paralyzed by the weight of the secret, and it became more and more oppressive. I tried to distract myself with the work at the bookstore, even in the middle of the seemingly normal routine. The feeling of discomfort persisted. That event in the journal was only the beginning of endless experiences. In the moments of solitude, I could feel the presence of an evil entity with its eyes nailed to me, observing me from the shadows with n s s in an intensity that would freeze my blood in my veins sometimes as I showered, I could distinguish a blurred figure moving behind the curtain, but every time I walked around to see it there was no one. The nights turned into endless torture, filled with horrifying nightmares that kept me awake trembling with fear in the dark, even during the day. The feeling of being observed never abandoned me, stalking in every corner and in every shadow that slipped through the corner of the eye. There came a point where I realized that I could no longer bear this burden. I just couldn' t admit it.

46:44 I knew I needed help, that facing this lonely darkness would only lead to my own destruction. That' s when I decided it was time to get help, before it was too late. After discarding the idea of seeking help in the Church, recalling the disturbing experiences of my past and the disconcerting situation with the statue of the Virgin, I decided to explore other options. I went into forums and web pages looking for anything that could help me and found references to paranormal specialists, people who were dedicated to researching and helping those who faced unexplained phenomena. Skeptic at first, the lack of options prompted me to take desperate measures. After meticulously reviewing the options, discarding one after the other, I ended up with a woman whose references seemed the most promising, I decided to pick up the phone and dial her number. The voice across the phone resonated calmly and professionally and as I tried to explain with a trembling voice, my situation had begun to tell her about me when she interrupted me by suggesting that it would be best to have a meeting in person. The idea of confronting me face to face with someone unknown filled me with anxiety. I also felt a ray of hope. I thought maybe this woman, with her

48:15 experience and knowledge, could offer me some form of liberation. We agreed to meet at his office. The next day, when we met, he told me that something dark surrounded me, something evil, clinging to me like a persistent shadow. He offered me a cup of tea and asked what it contained, but I was only incited to drink it. Making sure it would do me good. I had a sip, a sudden dizziness. She wrapped me up, but she calmed me down saying it was normal. Then he passed an egg through my body and broke it in a glass of water. My heart sank when I saw the liquid turn completely black, burning a nauseous smell that filled the room. The horror took over me. As I watched the dark undulating liquid in the glass, I could not even understand how that was possible. I looked at the woman for answers, hoping she would offer me some words of encouragement or even some compassionate look on her part. This wasn ' t like that. The woman watched the glass with an expression of concern, while the black liquid seemed to emanate a darkness without saying a word.

49:35 His eyes revealed a deeper understanding of what was happening, an understanding that only increased my own sense of despair. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced my stomach, twisting my bowels as if something was struggling to get out, I screamed and unable to contain the torment that consumed me from within. Then, with a growing ortho, I felt something emerging from me, something twisted and viscous that was entangled in my bowels and rising towards my throat. It was as if my own body was betraying me as if it was being possessed by a force full of pain and horror. I threw up what seemed to be hair and blood a deformed mass of nightmare that twisted and shook on the floor Before us.

50:27 The silence fell on the room, flooding it completely, wrapping each corner in a mantle of disturbing calm. The twisted figure on the ground that moments before had been the center of an indescribable horror. It began to fade slowly as if there had never been both of us stood there in a state of disbelief. The woman, with a serene voice, explained that the diary she had spoken of seemed to be a conduit for evil, an entity that fed on those who dared to look at its pages. He seemed to have found a host willing in me feeding on my energy and tormenting my soul. With her dark presence, I was breathless before her words, feeling how the weight of truth sank into the depths of my being as I wondered how it could be possible that something as innocent as a diary could be a conduit, as the woman claimed remembering the inexplicable experiences she had experienced, I could not deny the possibility of something darker and twisted Behind those seemingly harmless pages, The woman suggested that we need to find a way to break the link between me and the diary and free myself from its evil influence. Before it was too late, I didn' t know which way we' d take next. Maybe with the right help I could get rid of that darkness that threatened to consume

52:00 me completely. The woman continued to perform all kinds of rituals about me. Nothing I was trying to do seemed to work. The woman made some amulets in front of me, mostly made of stones of strange colors. Upon completion, he handed them over to me and gave precise instructions on how and where to place them. With the protective amulets in hand, I returned home hoping that at least they would offer some form of temporary respite against the forces that harassed me. The shadows seemed denser, the whispers more insistent and the air was charged with a feeling of discomfort. Despite wearing amulets, I couldn' t help but feel that I was completely unprotected. Faced with this darkness that surrounded me determined not to let me intimidate, I placed the amulets in strategic places around the house, just as the woman had told me, hoping that, he knew odo, would offer at least a momentary respite. Every corner I explored seemed to be imbued with the presence of evil that had deeply rooted in my life and I realized that amulets were not enough for the whole house.

53:15 I wanted to hold on to the hope that the amulets would offer some kind of protection. That night, the dark presence around me made it clear that I would need more than mere objects to stop it Every shadow seemed to wring with malice. I could not understand how it was possible that, despite the heavy atmosphere that was all over our home, my partner continued to sleep as if nothing in the world could disturb her, while I was dying of anguish and fear. I was thinking about that. When I was suddenly able to hear my partner speak slightly at first, I thought I was talking asleep.

53:57 I used to do that, but what started out as inaudible babbling soon became clear words. Those words were not the senseless conversations he was used to, for he turned to see me directly and out of his throat came a voice that was completely certain that it was not his own, but he did know well whose father Philip was. I was so old without hearing that voice, but it took me just a second to recognize it, for for years I was tormented as a child. My partner repeated exactly the same words he used to say to me all the time as if he continued with those impure thoughts. I' d make my whole family go to hell and there' d be no other culprit but me. I also repeated how much my parents were ashamed of my behavior and how God hated me. I was so old without hearing those horrible things that my parents were even aware of and supported, that I didn' t know how to act on it. I had never told my partner exactly what that horrible man was telling me and I had no idea how she might know. He said a lot of insults to me, changing voices, some of them were from my parents. I couldn' t stand it for long. All that brought me very bad memories and made me feel too vulnerable. Then I began to shake my partner with the intention of

55:31 waking her up, of pulling her out of the trance, but no matter what she did or how strong. The agitator kept talking and soon began to laugh in a dreadful way, not knowing what else to do. I got up and got out of the room. I locked the door behind me and sat on the floor. I could still hear my partner continue to speak insultingly, who was convinced she would never tell me. I was trying to repeat to myself over and over again that it couldn' t be. My partner completely refused to believe it and that I just had to endure that it would probably all happen. That must have lasted almost an hour before I stopped listening to those horrible voices. I didn' t want to go into the room even though I knew it wasn' t her. I couldn' t even think of seeing her. At that moment I just stood outside until finally the tiredness could with me and fell asleep. When the sun woke up, it lit up the room, but the weight of the night before was still on me. I got up with caution, fearing what I would find when I opened the door to the room where I had left my partner, turned the knob and found a disturbing silence. Upon entering my partner lay in the quiet and peaceful bed, as if nothing had happened. I approached cautiously, looking

57:05 for some sign of what had happened the night before, but found nothing out of place. I thought that entity might well have caused me to imagine all that would not be the first time. I also thought it might well have been a lucid dream, but again, none of those answers seemed satisfactory to me. Despite the apparent normality, the feeling of restlessness persisted in the depths of my being I knew I could not ignore what I had witnessed. My partner woke up to feel my presence. He was so happy to wish me good morning that I didn' t have the heart to tell him what happened the night before. After all, as I said before, she wasn' t to blame for anything. Conscious would never have said such horrible things.

58:00 After what was a quiet morning in which I tried to look normal, she ended up going to work, leaving me only immediately to make sure that I would not come back for anything that she had forgotten, I decided to call the woman I needed to tell her everything happened, let her know that now everything was more urgent whatever that was, which was stalking me. I was starting to mess with my partner without her even knowing. When I finished telling everything that had happened the night before, she told me that it would be best to go directly to the source of all the trouble that was my home.

58:44 It was not long before she arrived almost an hour and when she was there, she said that this seemed to be much worse than she had anticipated, since there seemed to be no corner in the house, that was not impregnated with that evil presence. She went into the house and took a tour of the whole place. In conclusion, he told me that the place where everything felt much stronger was in the bookstore that was where everything had started. That thing seemed to have gotten very comfortable and it wasn' t going to be easy to kick her out of there. With every word the woman uttered, she felt like a chill. The idea that that evil entity had taken root in my home, especially in the place where it all started, was in my back, was terrifying. Despite my fear, I also felt a little hope knowing that I was not alone in this struggle with the woman’ s guide would face the evil that was hiding in the shadows of my own home. The woman performed a couple of rituals. Every time I finished, I could see that she seemed more and more worried. I didn' t know anything about rituals, but I could understand when something didn' t work.

1:00:07 It seemed that she was running out of ideas and for every second that passed, the atmosphere became much heavier, as if that entity did not wish to have her there. As the woman performed her rituals, she could perceive her growing concern. Each attempt seemed to hit an invisible barrier and the environment became denser. With every moment that happened. It was evident that the evil entity was not willing to give up its dominion so easily. I felt powerless in the face of this situation, unable to offer meaningful help. Beyond being a distressed witness to women' s efforts. The feeling of oppression in the room intensified with every failed attempt, as if evil itself was resisting with all its might. As time went by, tiredness began to grow stronger. In us. The woman seemed exhausted by her efforts and I felt as if I was on the verge of an abyss about to be swept away by the despair that threatened to flood me the time came when I knew my partner was about to arrive and I was not yet ready to tell her everything that was happening.

1:01:22 I told him that if, please, we could go on with all that. The next day he said he was fine. She was feeling a little tired, almost as if the mere fact of being there exhausted her. But before he left he asked me if, please, I could use the bathroom. I didn' t see any reason why I couldn' t do it. I let her pass by by pointing out where the bathroom was. He shouldn' t have been there more than five minutes when I heard a scream. To this day I have no idea what he saw. I ran to the bathroom to ask him if he was okay, but I didn' t get any answers from him. Desperate, I chose to enter When I forced the door, she was on the floor, had her eyes blank and was pulling what seemed to foam out of her mouth. I didn' t know what to do but call 911. It is also to say that everything caused my partner to notice everything that had happened and I had no choice but to tell him absolutely. Everything. It was the first time I noticed that he did not take my words with disbelief. I guess I knew something really bad should be happening so I couldn' t give up on it. I was very reassured to know that for the first time I believed in my words, I didn' t know what to do or say to comfort me or even give me some comfort. He assured me that whatever was going to happen, he' d be with me at all times. The woman never came

1:02:57 back. He did manage to calm down the vibes of the place a little bit. Little by little they were losing strength and again, just as the visions were increasing. My partner was still unable to witness any of these. I have no idea why this was happening, nor does she. What he did start to feel was a certain unpleasant scent, which sometimes flooded our home He also told me that sometimes, when he was alone at home, he could hear someone running down the hall, or when he was in charge of the bookstore, he could hear the doorbell ringing when someone came in, but when he was going to attend to the client he found that there was no one. Other than that, she couldn' t see what I, for one, wasn' t right. Every day it all got worse. I practically spent it without sleeping. I couldn' t do it for more than thirty minutes without starting to have a terrible nightmare and when they didn' t show up, I could hear my partner talking about all those horrible things.

1:04:09 I didn' t want her to know and feel bad about herself for not being able to control it. My health was in decline every day my partner. First of all, the paranormal theme also remained quite rational and took me different doctors and specialists in order to know what was happening to me. Every day I looked thinner to the point of looking like a walking skeleton. This could be because I couldn' t eat anything without wanting to throw up. Sometimes I felt a strong cramp in my stomach, which caused me to throw up. Sometimes I vomited hair and sometimes a blackish substance, rather pestilent viscose.

1:04:54 Despite consulting numerous doctors and subjecting me to countless studies, no one could give a diagnosis of what was happening to me. All the results were negative to any illness my partner might consider had even abandoned his skepticism and had taken me with some healers and people like the woman who had tried to help me. Most of them were completely refusing to work with me. They said there wasn' t much to do for me and that if they tried anything, it would be they who would get hurt. The emotional and physical burden became increasingly overwhelming. Every day was a battle against pain and fear. While my body and mind were weakened by the persistent presence of the unknown. Despite the efforts of my partner and the various specialists, my condition continued to deteriorate without a clear explanation or solution. The nights became even more tortuous, plagued by nightmares that interwoven with reality. The eyes and voices in the darkness intensified.

1:06:04 My partner, bewildered and fearful of my well- being, was still standing by me offering her support. Together we explored any path that promised a possible solution, but each attempt seemed to take us ever further away from finding a solution. The feeling of being trapped in an endless cycle of suffering became increasingly overwhelming. Every attempt to find a logical explanation or an effective cure became a dead end. As time passed, the hope of a normal life slowly faded away, replaced by resignation to an uncertain and frightening destiny. My partner used to be a little more religious than I didn' t believe much in the Church, believed in a higher being than he seemed to pray to him every night so that I would be well. The days passed and I felt like I would die. I had even resigned myself about it, but my partner didn' t. I suggested going to the Church just to try as a desperate method, but only to remember how whatever was haunting me had managed to infiltrate it to torment me with that figure of the Virgin Mary. It made me think it wasn' t worth a try. And not only that.

1:07:25 In some of my nightmares I could see some sacred symbols. Even in one of them I had clearly dreamed of Jesus Christ trying to drag me through a dark hallway. This is one of the nightmares I could never erase from my mind because I was disturbed by my refusal. My partner decided to go to church on his own and bring a father to bless the house. I didn ' t agree very much, but I didn' t object at all. Once he was there, he did his job and blessed the house. What follows is a little hard to tell. It' s by far the strongest thing that' s ever happened to me since this started one night I had fallen asleep in the living room and I don' t know what my partner heard. He probably heard that I asked for help or something, because his voice woke me up asking what was going on and that it made me get off the couch a little confused. I hadn' t said anything for her to go down I went straight to the stairs and she was on the same stairs about to go down. That' s when I saw the dreadful creature, which seemed to materialize behind it from moment to moment and pushed it.

1:08:45 Everything happened so fast in front of my eyes I could hear the heavy blows as I fell and when it came to my feet, it was more than clear that it looked like I was dead. I was in a state of total shock. I couldn' t even move in front of that horrible scene. I couldn' t even do anything about it, but hear a hideous, mocking laugh that resounded in every corner of my home. When I got a little out of that trance, I immediately called 911, but they only came to confirm what I already knew. She had died, she had broken her neck with the fall had taken away from me what she wanted the most in the world. The only thing that gave me strength every day to move on. From that day on everything changed for me I gave up completely and thought that very soon I would die too. Although all this came to a little decrease. I can still hear it at night, meow whispers and what ' s worse, sometimes I can hear my partner' s voice. Sometimes it seems like he' s just calling me, but other times I can hear, scream, and blame myself for everything that happened. I have no idea what that diary was that only brought misfortune to my life. I curse the time I opened it and read its pages. I hope it' s all over one day. I don' t want this to go on much

1:10:17 longer. Story written and adapted by Aurora Escalante