Una Tradición Familiar Me Maldice Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I' m twenty- nine. My name is José Martín. I was working. When they called me on the phone, I picked up the headset and asked who it was. At first I didn' t understand what they were telling me, because the person on the other side of the line was crying. I asked him to calm down, because I couldn' t understand him. After a few seconds he breathed deeply and spoke to me more clearly. I recognized the voice as that of my aunt Celina, my mother' s older sister. He told me that something serious had happened and it was important for the whole family to get together, because Grandpa had been found dead in his room. Honestly, Grandpa, I didn' t appreciate him very much. He scolded me enough and on several occasions hit me with the belt just because he didn' t like what he was doing. I didn' t mean to be rude I asked my aunt to contact my mother in preference, because she would want to say goodbye to Grandpa, but my aunt insisted, arguing that it was very necessary for us to fire him. He couldn ' t keep his body like that. I repeated the same, and then I hung up the truth. That call remained in my mind for a very short time. After a couple of hours, I forgot everything and went on with my activities. When I came home and opened the door, I met my mother in grief. He couldn' t calm down. That' s

1:36 when I remembered my Aunt Celina' s call. I tried to comfort my mother, even though in the past she had fought a lot with her father. Now he regretted it. She asked my father to take her and accompany her. I wanted to refuse, but I didn' t see the right opportunity to say it that way. I already had a trip to see the family. My mother' s family, for the most part, lives in a retired town in the city. There are still ranches in that place where they have cattle and my grandfather had several animals. Since I remember on my way to the funeral place, I remembered the last time I had seen my mother' s family. I was surprised to see that seventeen years had passed.

2:23 When we arrived hundreds of faces turned to see us. Many of the cousins I lived with had grown up quite a bit. Some had even family and were much younger than me. Who received us was my Aunt Celina, but I preferred to get away from everyone to say hello and went straight to see my deceased grandfather. When I got to the coffin, I realized it was open. I couldn' t stand the curiosity and wanted to see how my grandfather was now, after seventeen years of not seeing him, but when I looked I was empty bewildered. I looked around for any bad jokes, but they all seemed plunged into their sadness. One of my cousins came up to me and asked me if I was okay with how I trusted him.

3:12 I asked him where Grandpa was. My cousin pointed me to a locked room with wooden doors. I was quite puzzled by this situation. I didn' t understand why Grandpa' s body was outside the coffin. I asked my cousin and he replied that it was normal, that there was nothing strange about it. Family traditions are very strange. Still, I approached to see what was going on. Suddenly before she came to the door, she opened up and from it came a cousin had her mouth covered by one of her hands. He saw me and recognized me. She was Patricia, with whom I used to hang out as kids. After he greeted me, he asked me if I would tell him my secrets. I told Grandpa I didn' t know what he was talking about and then he explained this strange tradition to me.

4:04 Grandpa' s body was lying on a table right in the middle of the room. Each member of the family could approach in private and tell him some secret. In the ear. My cousin told me it was a bit of a repairer and helped heal old wounds. He asked me to come by and tell him something, but I really had nothing to say to him. That old man mistreated me when I was little. I always wanted to get back at him and show him how much he hurt me. That' s when I remembered a secret I kept for a long time. I told my cousin it would happen. They opened the door and I entered the room.

4:46 My cousin came in with me just to explain to me that she could take as much time as she wanted, only when she finished she had to say in the ear it' s a secret that my Mi cousin, Patricia, kept in the room and told me that she would wait for me to go to dinner. Before me was my grandfather' s dead body. He seemed to sleep peacefully. I cleared my throat several times to talk, but there was something I wouldn' t let myself do. I don' t know if it was embarrassing to tell him what I thought. Or that this seemed ridiculous to me, but I wanted to participate in this. I wanted to tell you my secret. I approached his ear and told him that I had killed some chickens that had cages because I had been hit with a belt.

5:34 I retired from the body and stayed for a few minutes watching him. I really felt free to say this to you. Then I stepped aside and turned my back on him. I already felt ready to leave the room, when suddenly I could hear a very large inhalation. It seemed like something was sucking the air out of the room. I turned around and immediately saw my grandfather ' s mouth open. It was he who was sucking the air and making a scary noise. Suddenly he was silent. His legs were picked up and it looked like he wanted to get up terrified. I went to a corner of the room. He could not think clearly at that moment, as he tried to analyze what was happening. My grandfather' s body sat alone with his white eyes. Looking at me and mouth still open. I started screaming.

6:32 I screamed for help several times, but I don' t think they could hear me all of a sudden. My cousin opened the door just to check on how he was going and he saw my grandfather sitting down quickly came up to him and put him back to bed. Everything calmed down all of a sudden. Several cousins and uncles came in to see what was happening. They saw me sitting in a corner. I could barely breathe, my cousin. As he approached me, he told me that it was normal for those things to happen. It had happened to them a long time ago with a small cousin. They tried to calm me down. I was really scared of what happened to me. My parents came up to me and gave me a little tequila to calm me down soon. My cousin came by for me and asked me out to get some dinner as we were walking. She told me the secret she had told Grandpa. Surprisingly he was the same one I told him. She had helped me in our revenge with Grandpa. In a way, I was relieved to know that I had my cousin. She had been a great support when she was little. Hours later, Grandpa' s body was returned to the coffin. We were all present during that moment. Then they sealed it and prayed a rosary. I was very tired. We had traveled for hours by car and wanted to sleep for this. My cousin offered

8:03 us her house to the whole family. Upon arriving at the house, I went straight to bed in the first room I saw I was so sleepy that I didn' t realize which room I had chosen. I still felt a little restless about what had happened to me with Grandpa. His body sitting at the table passed through my mind again and again I felt so restless that any shadow I saw made me nervous. I don' t know when I fell asleep. It started to get cold. I felt that the atmosphere was freezing and no matter how much blankets I had on me, it wasn' t enough. Then I could feel something climbing on the edge of the bed.

8:46 I took off my blankets thinking maybe it was my cousin' s cat, but there was nothing. Immediately the bed sank a little more as if a large person had climbed into it she, but she was invisible somewhat restless. I sat in bed and watched where I could perceive this, and then I heard the same noise as when I was with Grandpa in the room, and then I heard it. They yelled at me in the ear the word go away. It sounded so loud, I had to step aside whatever it was. I didn' t realize he was by my side. His voice was still rumbling in my head I quickly got up and turned on the light.

9:33 Then I realized where I was. It was my grandfather' s room, his portraits, his stuff, his clothes. I couldn' t believe I didn' t realize where I was. There were so many rooms and I went to choose her from Grandpa. I had to get out. I couldn ' t stay in it. I found no explanation for what had happened to me a few seconds ago, but I really couldn' t stand it there anymore. Outside the room there is a vasillo that connects with the other rooms. I realized we weren' t the only ones in the house. There was more family that was already asleep. Even though it was dark. I could tell there was an armchair in front of me and I slept on it.

10:22 I thought I' d be safe. It was cold outside too with my vest, I tried to cover myself as much as I could. Everything was so dark that I couldn' t see well just a meter or two beyond me. I closed my eyes and when I set out to sleep, I could clearly hear someone' s footsteps approaching where I was. I thought I' d fall asleep to avoid awkward questions. I only heard how that person approached, had no idea who he was. All I knew was that it was already very close. Suddenly I had the feeling that that person had stood right in front of me. I continued with my plan to fall asleep and ignore him but could perceive his presence. I thought it best to turn around and turn your back. That way I' d know I was ignoring him. I set out to turn my body, but just before I did, I felt a heavy hand over my chest that inevitably stopped me. I opened my eyes and terrified. I realized it was my grandfather, who kept his gaze fixed on me I yelled at him to leave. I had already died and had to rest in peace, but as much as I shouted I still felt his hand on my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to get up, but his hand kept me lying. A light went off and the pressure on my chest disappeared. It was my cousin who, apparently,

11:52 had barely arrived and lit the light. He noticed my situation. I could barely breathe I couldn' t hide it anymore. I told my cousin about what had happened to me almost at the bottom of my heart, missed by what I had just told her. She asked me if I finished doing all the steps she told me when she confessed to her secrets. Grandpa I said yes, and then she asked me if in my ear I told Grandpa it was a secret I had kept. I was shocked. I hadn' t really said it, I had completely forgotten it. My cousin told me that ' s what the secret was with the dead man and it was part of the tradition. Everything indicated that Grandpa would now pursue me, because it was the only secret he wouldn' t stay with. My cousin told me that I might have a chance to fix everything, but we had to hurry up Grandpa' s body. They' d incinerate him soon and we had to go back to the funeral home. In the morning we went My cousin had a motorcycle and, being a little village, was not far from us the place we were going to. We got out as fast as we could.

13:05 I only had in mind what I had to say to Grandpa in my ear. At the same time I thought that if we didn' t get there on time, Grandpa would chase me for the rest of my life. When I arrived at the funeral home, I realized that there were still some relatives. There were few, but luckily they had stayed until the last few minutes. Immediately, my cousin contacted someone in charge to give us permission to pass, we arrived at the chapel we had rented and there was the grandfather inside his coffin. My cousin approached me and asked me to do what was necessary to calm my grandfather' s spirit. She couldn' t stay if she followed tradition. This I had to do only my heart was pounding. As I approached the casket, I felt each step rumbling in the empty chapel creating an echo. The chapel was barely illuminated by the poor yellow light of a few candles that were still twinkling. I approached my grandfather' s body, which lay in the coffin with a serene expression, but I could not forget what I had seen before. His white eyes open, his mouth inhaling air with that creepy sound, I was sweating and shaking I came closer to the coffin I could hear my breath cut. I put my hands on the coffin and realized I was shaking. I tried to speak at first, but my

14:37 words were a simple whisper I approached his ear and whispered to him. It ' s a secret I had kept. I waited silently trying to keep calm, but deep down in my mind, a latent fear grew with every second passing by. I kept thinking about whether that had been enough if at last this whole nightmare would be over all of a sudden. The air in the chapel became very cold. I looked around and noticed the candles were starting to go out. A cold breeze swept through the whole chapel and then I felt it right behind me there was a presence. I didn' t have to go back and see her. I knew there was someone behind me and it wasn' t exactly a good thing. A chill swept through my spine.

15:30 I barely felt that presence placing his hand on my shoulder. Fear was taking over me. Any minute now I had to escape my heart. I was beating so hard that I thought I' d get a fulminant stoppage. I could hear a slight murmur, he told me something, but I couldn' t understand him, but it was my grandfather' s voice. It was echoing and distorted and as he spoke his hand to me on my shoulder. It was getting heavier and I was squeezing my eyesight very hard. It started to cloud me. I began to notice that I was losing consciousness the pressure I felt was very great and I could not with her in case it was too little I could feel like a cold hand. I was taking my right arm. I tried to run away, but my energies were missing. I couldn' t scream, because I felt like I was drowning. He had little strength. I tried to do the last thing I could again. I tried to step aside and yelled at him to leave me alone. My voice resonated in the chapel. I made it as strong as I could. I yelled at him again to leave me. I told her that she had told him everything and that I had to rest suddenly the pressure on my shoulder and the cold hand turned away. The chapel seemed totally quiet in my mind there was all chaos. I tried to calm down whatever happened. He made Grandpa go away I took a deep breath and sat down I could feel my shirt

17:04 stuck to my chest by sweat. I was tired I came out of the chapel tottering I felt that my legs were made of gelatin and that they were barely holding me. Outside was my cousin, Patricia saw me and ran to me to help me walk. His face was full of concern. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I thought so, but I wasn' t quite sure yet. I told him what happened, but I didn' t understand why Grandpa was still bothering me. After I closed the tradition with him. Patricia didn' t know either. He just told me to go home and get some rest. It wasn' t long before Grandpa was cremated while we were moving away from the funeral home, I couldn' t shake the feeling that something was going on wrong for some reason. I had a strange feeling that my grandfather’ s spirit had not been completely calmed and I thought that perhaps I had awakened him even more from his death.

18:12 That night back at Patricia and Grandpa' s house, I tried to sleep, but the events of the day didn' t leave me alone. I turned around. The eyes were wide open. I watched every shadow you could see. I felt like my grandfather' s spirit was there watching me and waiting for the most appropriate time to torture me. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a whisper in my ear that mentioned my name was my once again desperate grandfather, shook my arms to keep him away from me. I asked him to leave me alone, but the voice was still behind me. I got up and went for a walk without meaning or direction or just that I either wanted to escape and get away from there. I walked a lot. It was almost dawn that I could see how far away the sun was already appearing. The least I could tell. I had gone deep into the cornfields and, for my bad luck, I was right in the place where my grandfather used to keep his chickens. There were a few still asleep. I kept standing watching them all the time and without realizing it.

19:26 Right next to me was a huge rooster who seemed to be looking after the chickens. The rooster looked at me with penetrating eyes as if he could see through me each of his movements was slow and calculated, as if he were assessing whether I was a threat. Despite his penetrating gaze. I slowly approached the chickens I felt a strange mixture of regret and guilt. Seeing them remembering how my cousin and I had taken it out on them because of Grandpa ' s ill- treatment. Suddenly, I felt a chill running around my back in the darkness of the cornfields. I looked at a figure was my grandfather standing with the same severe expression and white eyes I had seen before, It seemed more than a mere appearance, as if I was returning to life only to torment me slowly advanced towards me. I felt like I was short of air, like an invisible hand was squeezing my throat. Grandpa seemed to fade slightly. His white eyes met mine one last time before his image began to dissolve and as if it were a miracle, the sunlight came. I felt a wave of relief and exhaustion travel through my body. When his presence finally faded, I collapsed on the ground, breathing with difficulty, but now I do with the certainty that it was all over. The truth is that

20:59 from that environment then I have not returned to the village. I didn' t feel like going back to that macabre place and remembering everything that happened to me. But what bothers me most is that I looked for him. I had a normal life and everything got complicated with family traditions. A story written and adapted by the language of a sorcerer.