Viví Con Un Demonio En Mi Hogar Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The intruder called me Hugo and I never thought I' d have to go through something as scary as that occasion where what I' m about to tell happened. I was already twenty- eight years old, studied and prepared to live my life. I always considered myself a rational person, far from the beliefs that were told in my village, tales of unexplainable events, where the crybaby, the dead or the ghosts seemed part of the inhabitants because of their recurring apparitions. This is according to people' s own experience. In the face of all this, I was skeptical about other things. Back then he was a man of routines. Although he had studied in Mexico City. He lived in that small community surrounded by mountains where we all knew each other and few things happened. Talking about progress was also everyday. Older people were wise and respected. It was they who claimed to have encounters with beings who did not seem to be of this world, but I had never seen any of it. Besides, I didn' t have time for those things. For years I worked as an accountant at the only local company. Stability and comfort were my day to day, but so was my prison. The monotony had settled in my life and I could no longer. So, one afternoon, while I was checking sales balances, I realized that if I didn' t

1:36 make a change, that would be my reality forever. I didn' t want to look back in twenty years and see a life full of opportunities. Not always taken in that town. So that night I made the decision I would leave everything behind and start again in a place where no one knew me, where I could be whoever wanted to be with another lifestyle n the nearest city. It was an obvious choice for a new beginning. He offered another panorama. Besides, I' d be free of absurd beliefs that made me uncomfortable. I was sure in a city like that there wouldn' t be time to believe in paranormal things. Looking in the newspaper I found an ad that seemed too good to be true, an apartment in the city center at an affordable price in an old building. The photos showed a bright space with large windows and wooden floors. Without thinking twice, I contacted the landlord and, after a call without prior appointments or anything, the apartment was mine.

2:39 My friends and family were surprised by the sudden decision, but something inside of me told me it was the right way. The move was a whirlwind of farewell boxes and a long road trip to my new life. When the apartment arrived, it smelled of moisture and old wood. Besides, a strange feeling enveloped me from the very first moment. It wasn' t exactly how I saw it in the pictures, but it was fine. I tried to be positive, because it wasn' t that bad either. However, I felt restless standing in the middle of an unknown apartment that would be my home from now on, something told me that that place, with all its charm, seemed to hide dark secrets for the first time I felt uncomfortable. I went through the apartment because I could feel someone else' s presence. Although I didn' t look at anyone. I admit it was the first time I felt nervous. It all started to get worse one night I was painting.

3:38 It was October. It hadn' t been long before I moved in, if only three days. The department felt different. A shadow appeared that moved through the walls to get lost in any of the furniture. Then a strange presence was first seen as if it were smoke. Then it was already a silhouette that walked all over the apartment, when all the lights were turned off as if he were the owner of the place. I wanted to ignore it. But little by little it became a constant unexpected presence. The first incidents were subtle objects that changed places without explanation, whispers barely audible in the middle of the night and a constant sense of being observed. At first I tried to find logical explanations, attributing these events to my imagination or adjusting to a new environment, but what began to happen afterwards was impossible to ignore. The next night everything was calm. I had laid down early after a long day of hustle and bustle. Suddenly I woke up feeling a pressure on my chest, as if an invisible force immobilized me against the bed. I attributed this feeling to a bad dream trying to rationalize what I was experiencing, but then something happened that could not be explained so easily. My eyes turned to the corner of the room, where the shadow seemed denser, almost palpable. Within

5:13 that darkness I sensed a movement, a form that was contorted slowly, without any paralysed sound. I watched that shadow slip through the room, approaching me with a slowness that made me more and more nervous. Making an effort, I was able to free myself from what I felt and which had me paralyzed. I jumped out of bed and left my room as fast as I could. The first thing I thought was that the apartment was haunted. I don ' t know why I did it. I didn' t believe in those things. In the following days I tried to convince myself that it had been the product of my imagination. However, the meetings became more frequent and less subtle. Objects I had left in or one place appeared in others without explanation.

6:02 The TV turned on and off only showing static that at times it seemed to form disfigured faces and then the disturbing whispers began voices without source, apparent murmurs in a language I could not understand, but that my blood was freezing. Each incident tested my skepticism, replacing it with an anxiety that I could not shake off. However, it was this direct encounter that finally forced me to accept the reality of my situation. At nine o' clock at night, as I was heading for the kitchen, a figure materialized in front of me. It was not a shadow like the ones I had seen before, but a more definite presence, with a vaguely human form, but with characteristics that did not belong to this world. His eyes, two points of burning light in the dark, looked at me and at that moment I felt what pure terror was. The figure did not speak, but his message was clear.

7:01 I wasn' t welcome. It still took me a few seconds to accept that what I had seen was real. When I reacted, I started praying because I didn' t think of anything else. I wasn' t going to run away leaving what was now my home. That night I did not sleep in the room still affected by what I had just seen waiting for dawn to soon wonder what that entity was and what it wanted from me. The days of skepticism were over. It was clear that something inhabited my apartment, something old and evil. The first thing that came to mind was to think I was some kind of ghost. Despite the fear, a part of me refused to be intimidated, to be expelled from my own home. It was then that I decided to face this presence, seek help and find a way to free my department from the influence of that being that already drowned me, as if that entity had heard my thoughts. That night, when I was asleep, I heard a terrifying voice yelling at me to get out of his house, I was paralyzed, unable to move as I watched a dark shadow hover over my bed. His presence was overwhelming and, although he had no eyes, he could feel the way he looked at me, he felt his hatred penetrating into my soul. That night, the shadow spoke to me again with a horrible voicebell. He threatened me with eternal torment if I didn

8:35 ' t leave the apartment once and for all. For me, which was the first time I had faced a paranormal thing, it was a terrible thing. For a moment I was in fear and again it passed through my mind to leave everything, even if I lost what was invested, but I managed to contain myself. In the following days, the presence became more aggressive. The lights blinked for no reason, the household voters turned on and off alone. My nights were invaded by nightmares so vivid that it was hard for me to distinguish between reality and sleep. But something within me made me strong not to run away from there and I refused to give in to the fear determined to face whatever lived with me, I decided to act. I first looked into the history of the building. I discovered among the other inhabitants of the place that in my apartment a man lived in the decade of nine hundred and seventy, whose life was marked by tragedy and madness, believing himself persecuted by demons until his mysterious death. That' s what was told, because in reality, no one had ever met him. What they were sure of was that within my apartment, long before I arrived, screams were heard in the middle of the night, as well as inexplicable noises. Just passing through the door caused them to shiver. The times the owner came in to check.

10:03 He claimed that someone from another world had owned the place. It manifested itself in shadows and demonic figures. Obviously, those who rented or tried to sell the place were hiding from them the terrible situation they would face. Of course, everyone was scared not to come back. It wasn' t enough to know that, but it was enough to decide to seek help. Asked among the few people I barely knew in the city, I was given the address of a liberator, a woman dedicated to the magical arts with experience in expelling entities and bad vibes. I interviewed her. Before I crossed a word.

10:45 With that woman she told me that an evil entity was harassing me. I was surprised because it was impossible for her to know what was happening to me. For the same reason, I trusted her. After telling him my case, he made me understand that someone else was the owner of my apartment and he didn' t mean a person could be a spirit, could be a entity. I understood the intruder there was me. Yeah. With this knowledge and the help of the liberating expert in the paranormal, I prepared myself to perform a ritual and thus cleanse my home from this evil presence. The night of the ritual, I felt the atmosphere tense as calm. Before the storm, the lady lit some candlelights and covered the large mirror she had at the start with a sheet. Everything was calm, but after a few minutes, the entity tried everything to stop us, materializing horrifying visions and unleashing an impressive physical force that moved some things so much that not only did I scare myself also made her liberating. We left Prisa' s apartment frightened by what we had just seen. Ma' am told me I' d be back the next night to try again with another more effective and powerful ritual. The liberation ritual clearly didn' t work. I didn' t know if the person who did it wasn' t an expert or that entity was stronger than we were thinking. The truth is, that woman never returned to my apartment after

12:18 that night of terrifying revelations. I knew I couldn' t face this entity alone. The search for help led me to contact experts in paranormal phenomena, who, after hearing my story, agreed to visit my department. They with years of experience in the field immediately recognized the gravity of my situation. They explained to me that the entity that harassed me was not a simple wandering spirit, but something much older and more powerful, possibly a demon trapped in our plane. On this occasion, the preparation for the cleansing ritual was meticulous. My apartment was filled with protective symbols and sacred objects, each with its specific place, following an ancient design intended to enclose and expel evil entities. As night fell, the air was charged with a tension that made me more and more nervous. Apart from that, it felt something more as if the very Presence that tormented me anticipated what was to come at about nine o' clock at night. The ritual began with songs in a language that resonated in the soul rather than in the ears. The experts moved with a precision that denoted not only knowledge, but a deep respect for the forces they dealt with.

13:39 I, following his instructions, sat in my will to reclaim my home, to expel this entity that I felt had invaded my space and, by the way, my life. That' s when the real horror started. The temperature in the apartment fell drastically to the point of seeing my breath condense in the air. The objects began to move on their own, thrown forcefully through the room. The shadow I had seen before materialized more definite and terrifying than ever before, facing us directly in its form was a whirlwind of darkness with flashes of what appeared to be human traits distorted by hatred and suffering. Maybe it was my fear, but I saw him as a demon with large horns.

14:31 His presence alone was enough to shake by making great efforts. It kept me as calm as possible, but I didn' t know how long it would take. However, despite its fury, the entity began to retreat. The chants intensified and the air was filled with a light. Tenue at a crucial time. One of the experts passed me a small object, a kind of amulet. Then he instructed me to throw it to the center of the areas. In doing so, I yelled at him to leave my home. An explosion of white light filled the room and a scream blew into the walls. When the light dissipated, the shadow was gone. The air felt lighter and, for the first time in weeks, a sense of true peace settled in the apartment. The experts confirmed that the entity had been expelled, although they warned me that protection should be maintained in its place in case that demon was trying to return. In the days following the ritual, the peace that had descended upon my apartment filled me with deep relief. Life resumed its normal course. The nights of insomnia and terror seemed to become only a distant memory.

15:46 One afternoon, as I was about to enjoy a well- deserved rest, a detail outside of the place captured my attention in the mirror of the hallway that had covered itself with a sheet during days of intense paranormal activity, I saw reflected a message that frozen my blood. I never left. It was read in twisted letters written from the other side of the glass. In that instant a series of emotions flooded me fear, anger but above all a deep despair of new account. I didn' t know what had happened, because those people looked very professional, but, like the liberator, they had failed. I felt alone at the expense of that demon, who considered me an intruder in my own home. I reflected on the events of the ritual night and realized that, although the Presence seemed to have been expelled, I had never felt an internal confirmation of his departure. The calm that followed had been so sudden that I did not question its veracity. However, I now understood that it had been part of a deception, a manipulation by that demon to lower my defenses, to make me believe that I had gained the reality that the demonic entity still resided in my home, watching, waiting for the moment to reveal itself again. His ability to deceive and manipulate perception was a heavy burden. It made me question every shadow, every noise, every moment

17:19 of silence. I thought how I could face an enemy who could twist reality at his whim, but instead of letting myself be consumed by Despero this turn in events revived my determination. If the entity had resorted to deception it meant that somehow it feared what I could do armed. With this new understanding, I set out to investigate the secrets of its existence, seeking vulnerabilities that I had previously overlooked. Feeling confident, I consulted some books that talked about demons. The days became a mixture of constant research and vigilance. I was going through old texts that I found. I went to Mexico City to consult with other specialists even more versed in the occult and strengthened the defenses of my home with every new knowledge acquired. But the demonstrations did not stop. Shadows wandered everywhere. I was beaten twice. Being asleep, they woke me up abruptly and fingerprints on my body like bruises. They were constant. This discovery of that demon. It was never gone that everything had been a hoax. I wasn' t gonna win. The demonic presence had become my greatest test, an adversary who forced me to constantly overcome myself, looking for how to protect myself and even how to expel it myself. The days that followed the ritual were the most difficult. The demonstrations returned even more intensely and with them returned

18:55 the fear of my home, a fear that made me feel manipulated by an evil intelligence that had not been defeated, but had simply hidden in the shadows, watching and waiting. One night as I plunged into sleep, a low, sinister laugh woke me up. At first I thought it was the echo of a nightmare, but then the laughter intensified by filling the apartment with its chilling sound. The darkness hovered over me more oppressive than ever before and I knew that the devil had become present, just as it was with fear and I went all over my apartment, though I sought it all my being wished not to find it thanks to God. He did, though his terrible presence was evident. Making me feel suffocated, it never materialized. The following days were of terror. Paranormal phenomena were already psychologically affecting me. Horrible visions plagued my nights and the presence of the devil felt constantly like a black cloud over my life. Every attempt at protection was easily undone, as if the entity mocked my efforts. I finally faced the harsh reality I had been a pawn in the game of the devil. From the beginning. His plan was not simply to torment me, but to feed on my hope and then destroy it.

20:26 I wanted to eat my fear, leaving me in an even greater state of despair. Faced with this revelation I realized that there was no victory possible. My home was lost to me deep inside me. I knew I didn ' t have the courage or the strength to face a thing like that. With a heavy heart and broken spirit, I made the decision to leave my apartment. There was no fight I could win or ritual that could free me from this curse. The demon had claimed that place and I was simply an intruder in his kingdom. As I left, I could not help but look back at the building that had been my home for a few days. The experience had changed me, showing me horrors that I never thought possible and teaching me the hard lesson that there are battles that, being a human, simply cannot be won. Now, away from that cursed place, I seek to rebuild my life. I have returned to the village, but the shadow of the devil follows me. Nightmares are recurring, as a constant reminder that evil, once revealed, never gets away at all. I hope that my story will serve as a warning to those who, like me, face the darkness, ignorant of the true power that some beings possess waiting in a sinister way in the shadows. As I reflect on what happened, I cannot help but think about how this confrontation with the unknown changed me to, though the part

22:00 or me. I' d like to find a logical explanation. I know there are mysteries in this world that I will never understand. Tale written and adapted by black cat