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0:05 This is a story that happened to me when I was 14. At that time, my mother had been dead for almost five years, leaving my three brothers and I to my father' s care, Although to be honest, he didn' t do a good job, because since my mother' s death I always felt that he behaved like a child, bringing only money to the house. I was the one who had to take care of everything else for the simple fact of being the older sister. My father jumped from one relationship to another and was rarely at home, as if he wasn' t working, he was on a date. And the worst part was that he wasn' t anything discreet. They were close people that when my father was bored of them, not having the slightest respect for those people, he just stopped talking to them. I never knew of any couple I' d ended up with in a right way and honestly, I think we were more ashamed of ourselves than he was to run into those people when it was all over.

1:10 But her childish behavior was not only limited to her loving relationships, but she also used to have problems with everyone. He often arrived drunk and quarrelled with anyone he saw and, if there was no one, he would destroy any property, causing him to have trouble with the neighbors or even the landlord in turn, and this caused us to be evicted over and over again. We never stayed more than three months anywhere. And it was in one of these many moves that we came to the building where this story happened to me. I remember none of us were happy. We had moved from a house with a room for each of us to that small two- bedroom apartment and one was for my father, so we had to share with each other, but we knew that there wasn' t much to do, since after spending almost five years moving each time, the options were getting less and less.

2:14 We were unpacking. When someone knocked on the door, my father opened it and she was a woman with Chinese and black hair and although she was a little older, she was really well preserved and had a good body. He greeted us all with kindness, telling us that he lived in the apartment across the street, but there was something in his voice that simply did not inspire me any confidence. It was as if he wasn' t sincere, if only he tried to lower the guard with his kindness he had a plate with food with him. She told us that she had seen us arrive and that she knew how difficult it was to move and that she was sure that would be much harder with children. So he had taken the nerve to prepare our food and also said he could give us the key to his internet. If we needed anything, let' s not hesitate to ask, as that' s what the neighbors were for. My father received the plate of food and also stayed talking to the neighbor for a very good time. At that time I knew that this woman would be another one of my father' s many conquests because of fate we never got to eat that food. It wasn' t because of mistrust or not wanting it. In fact, from what I remember smelling also that we just wanted to find the box with the dishes to eat. My father left the plate with food on top of some boxes, and two of my brothers, for playing, threw away that pile, which

3:46 caused all the food to fall to the floor, so we never got to eat it. When the neighbor later asked if we liked it, we all answered that yes, that it had been very good, although we never really verified it. At that time we just didn' t want to hurt your feelings to tell the truth. It seemed a little strange to me. I remember when that woman asked us if we liked the food and we told her it was good. He acted a little weird. It was as if I expected something and for what I lived with this woman later, I have always thought that the food she gave us could come to have something. It' s something I can never know. And after a couple of days of living in that place, my father started a relationship with her. At first, none of us thought it would have any impact on our lives, beyond how uncomfortable it would be when my father left her. But on one occasion, while we were making friends with the other children in the building, they told us that my dad was dating the witch. We asked them what they meant by him and they told us that this woman was a witch and everyone in the building knew about it. We were told that the plants or pets of people I had problems with were always dying. But the truth is, we didn' t believe them at the time, and we assumed they were building

5:19 gossip. Everything changed when my father, as he had done before, ended up with that woman without giving her any explanation. He didn' t seem to understand it at first, and he went to our department a couple of times to talk. He was never there, or even when he did tell us to tell him he wasn' t home, so we simply obeyed what he was telling us. The woman did not give up and reached the point where my father had to face her face and tell her openly that he no longer wanted to be with her as the classic person who does not usually have emotional responsibility. Instead of openly saying what he felt, he excused us.

6:04 He told her we didn' t like her seeing her and that' s why she' d have to end the relationship. And although this seemed to be the end, the truth is that the woman at that time went completely mad and started cursing him and even tried to beat him my father. All he did was go back into the apartment and leave her screaming and cursing in the hallway, as far as I remember, he even made a joke. Of that I will relate things in order of how this woman was making life more difficult for us. At first. It all began with a little inexplicable things, which we didn' t relate to, were small things, like falling glasses with water from the table or a few things appearing in a completely different place than we had left them. Although we were four children at home, we never gave him the importance he deserved. We always thought that some brother had done it because he wasn' t paying enough attention or just playing some kind of joke. So, as far as that' s concerned, I don' t remember it as something that upset us every time we think about it. We believe that the paranormal activity we experienced after our father' s breakup with that woman probably started that way. I guess since none of us seemed really disturbed by this it was that it started to raise the level.

7:35 I remember the first time something really big happened was while we were sleeping. I was already dreaming, but suddenly, between dreams I heard as if someone were crying. As I opened my eyes, I realized that it was not a dream, but reality. I turned around and saw my younger brother, who was five at the time. He was pointing to the door and saying that there was something in the dark he could not see anything and his cries made the other two wake up. No one could see anyone, but since I' m the older sister, I had to arm myself with courage and get up to light the light. Luckily, the switch was on the other end that my brother pointed to, so I walked over there and quickly turned it on. I' ll always wish I hadn' t, as almost instantly we saw it was the neighbor standing in one of the corners of the room. Looking at us, he looked too upset and kept repeating that we had been the culprits. After about a minute, he just disappeared.

8:46 It was a very strange thing. We were too scared. We went to tell our father, but he didn' t pay attention to us. On the contrary, he scolded me for encouraging those lies to my rather sad brothers. We all went back to our room to go back to sleep, but this time we were so scared that we moved the beds to sleep together and fortunately, for the rest of the night we didn' t experience that presence again that scared us so much, even though that night we didn' t experience that again. The truth is that from that day on, paranormal activity began to become even stronger. Sometimes we just walked out of the room for a few seconds, and when we got back, everything was messed up.

9:33 Not only paper or trash thrown away, but very often the furniture was flipped and the beds thrown away. The strange thing was that no particular sound was heard. Just from one moment to the next, everything went out of place and got messy. I don' t have any other way to explain it. Besides, we all started having a lot of nightmares, all related to that woman. In dreams he always told us very horrible things, like that our mom was in hell and that we would end up there too. If we stood between her and our father, we simply did not know what to do, for the person who should believe us did not. I remember one time someone knocked on the door while we were alone my brothers and I, my brother, who was nine years old, ran to open without checking who he was and to our surprise, it was that woman. My brother got really scared, so I almost immediately went out and asked him what he wanted.

10:39 She smiled and acted quite politely, saying she simply wanted to make peace. He had a big box of pizza in his hands and offered it to us saying he bought it. She wasn' t so sure for us, so I just thanked her and locked the door. The two more fish wanted to eat, but that whole situation gave me very bad spine, so I told them I didn' t leave the pizza in the area where the washing machine was and I locked that door to keep someone from eating it and to our surprise. The next morning, when I went to pull her out, she was completely infested with larvae and other insects. Besides, she had a lot of hair very similar to that neighbor' s. I tried to tell my father, but he told me he was just exaggerating and he didn' t give it too much importance, so I just threw it away. While I was pulling out the boats. I noticed that the neighbor had seen that she was throwing away the box with everything and pizza, but she quickly went back into her apartment without engaging in any conversation with me. A couple of days after that had happened, the neighbor knocked on our door again. On this occasion I looked for the peephole and seeing it as she was, I simply receded e. I signaled for my brothers to remain silent, hoping that the neighbor would think that there was no one at home. She didn'

12:13 t leave and kept knocking on the door. After about two minutes he said he knew we were there, so I had no choice but to open the door. I remember making up a very silly excuse. Still, the neighbor told me not to worry and gave me a box of what seemed to be chocolate cake. He told us he baked it and he thought we' d like it. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn' t know exactly how to respond. I just accepted and thanked him. I was about to close the door when suddenly she put her hand to stop me. I felt a chill of fear, but I tried not to show it. Suddenly, the neighbor told me that if I could taste the cake in front of her, I really didn' t like it at all. I tried to make another excuse, like I just brushed my teeth, but the neighbor didn ' t give up. He told me that if I couldn' t, then that one of my brothers would give it to him, since he really wanted to know his opinion. My younger brother. He almost immediately volunteered, but something in all that situation gave me no confidence, so I just said no. At that time the neighbor got quite defensive and began to bother by telling us that we would regret it. Scared, I closed the door keeping the cake. My brothers wanted to try it, but I didn' t

13:48 leave them and threw it away for my surprise the next morning. It was exactly like pizza full of insects and other bugs, as well as lots of hair. The worst part was that my father just didn' t give him the importance he should. Whenever I told him, he told me that I was exaggerating or that it was normal. If I left the food outside, I felt too lonely in this whole situation and at that time I believed that everything that had happened to us was the worst thing that woman could do. But I was about to start something even more horrible. We' re starting to get sick. Both my brothers and I had a fever, all with a lot of phlegm and a strange purple rash. This whole thing was pretty weird. We went to a lot of doctors, but none of us knew we had. Everyone thought it might be some allergy, but every day we got worse and we had to stay home all day. I remember we felt terrible. We had no energy to do anything at all. Our father had to work, so he wasn' t with us either. The strange thing was that he never showed any symptoms of getting the disease, which reinforced the doctors' theory that it was some allergy or something similar. On one of the occasions we were home, all we could do was watch TV. We

15:20 were trying to find some entertaining program for the four of us. Finally, we put on a movie. A couple of minutes after selecting the film, the channels began to change. This was very strange, as the remote control was on the table and none of us were touching it. Not only that. We also began to feel very cold, more than normal. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped on a channel that we' ve never seen before. It was like a home broadcast. The characters looked like puppets, but like the typical string and wood puppets. The most disturbing thing was that they seemed to be characterized as we and our neighbor across the street.

16:07 Suddenly, the puppet representing the neighbor began to repeatedly beat the puppets who represented us, laughing wildly. We were all in shock watching that without understanding what was happening. After that, the neighbor' s puppet looked straight to the screen as if she knew we were watching and began to laugh even louder. The TV' s volume also increased to its peak. None of us dared turn on TV that day. We all went to our room scared the next morning, the situation got even more complicated. For my younger brother, the disease began to affect him much more. He began to have seizures due to high fevers and the purple rash covered much of his body Doctors had no explanation or treatment for what was happening to him at the time. Our maternal grandmother visited us and when she saw that all her grandchildren were sick, she was desperate. We told her everything that had been going on with her neighbor and how we thought she had caused us this worried evil decided to take my younger brother out of the apartment and take him home. Even though we didn' t get better right away, we saw a big improvement once we got out of that place. Fevers decreased and chills stopped. Our maternal grandmother decided to

17:41 take us to a clean lady to help us get rid of whatever was affecting us. The woman explained to us that someone had cursed us to die and helped us to free ourselves from that curse, assuring us that whoever had thrown it at us would be returned. I clearly remember how the rash began to disappear from our skin almost as if by magic and how we felt healthier after Cleansing. Our maternal grandfather proposed that we stay with them. Indignant that our situation had reached that point because of our father' s negligence and to anyone ' s surprise. Our father accepted right away, but when we went to the apartment for our things, we realized something. It had been about two weeks and we found a wake right across the street. We learned that the woman had contracted a serious illness and had died in a matter of days, although no one could explain it. It is clear to me that the evil that desired us was returned to him and he could not resist it. Currently, my brothers and I lead normal and happy lives and I am grateful that we have experienced something like this again. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández