Wendigo Del Bosque De Honduras Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The spirit of the wild beast. Life in Honduras is difficult, especially when you seek to achieve a dream, but I have never been the kind of person who gives up easily. I' m a native of this country. My family has lived for generations of sowing and livestock, an activity that I have never liked too much, but to which I have had to give myself since I was very young. It' s not that I dislike the whole country life. Like everything in life, there are certain advantages. Life is quieter than in big cities. Thanks to this quietness, you realize strange things that happen. When I was young, I used to go hunting with one of my uncles and there was no need to travel so far, as practically everything around our lands was countryside and forest area. This managed to provide me with some experience in survival camps. Apart from working the land, several boys used to offer themselves as guides for foreigners who wanted to get into the jungle activity that I consider really dangerous, because within it we can find groups of criminals whose intentions are not at all good and many times, not even those who live nearby we can predict which places to go. Another well- known risk, although not all people believe it, is to find the cadejo.

1:30 The cadejo is said to be a supernatural being taking the form of a dog generally described in two opposite forms, the white cadejo and the black cadejo. The white cadejo is considered protective and benevolent. It is said to appear to accompany people who travel at night by protecting them from dangers or bad influences. On the other hand, the black cadejo is considered evil and dangerous. It is said to attack people mouths or disobedient, appearing as a monstrous creature with bright eyes and a sinister aura. One day a foreign man came by chance who spoke Spanish very well. He said his name was Walter and he was kind of a doctor in anthropology. I was there for a cryptozoology study.

2:20 He thought that the cadejo was not a supernatural being, but a real animal that lived in the depths of the jungle. He had a map with him that marked a camp for a colleague of his, who had already made quite some progress but had not heard from him for months. Supposedly, the camp was very close to our lands, so he asked us for accommodation for a couple of days, apart from hiring me and two other young people as guides. Walter was a pretty nice person. He was thirty- five to forty - year- old with red hair and he was very robust. He paid me and two others in advance and asked my parents to keep some belongings for him. We go out on a Monday morning. The camp that Walter was looking for was not more than half a day away and is located exactly on the slopes of a hill where, by the way, no one usually approaches, as that area is famous for possessing great witch and omnis activity. My father lent us a rifle, a load of ammunition, several knives and a tent. We also had a backpack with food and a first aid package.

3:36 We went along for a long time, always following the directions of the map. But in truth it was quite difficult to access an area like that, where there is no gap or path to follow. Weed covers everything and the constant fear of being attacked by a wild animal does not allow you to move forward quickly. After walking midday we found the first clues that the area had been frequented. We found a cordoned area and several footprints. Walking further, we reached a creek. The map showed us to walk further south, following this route we reached where the stream almost disappeared and here we found that the water appeared to be mixed with blood. This alarmed us. I put myself on guard with the rifle, because we thought maybe one wild animal attacked another, bleeding out his victim. In this part of the river. Walking a little further, we found the body of a quadruped animal that we couldn' t recognize. But Walter, after looking into detail, said he was a deer with malformations. Walter wanted to go through that body in detail, which, by the way, he said he didn' t find any injuries, for which he had bled out. Apparently, the blood just came out of the eyes and noses. Still, I didn' t want to lower the rifle, as pres preferred to stay alert in case any predators approached, soon we found more signs that someone was inhabiting the area. We saw several arches

5:09 made with weeds and wild herbs. They even made a kind of portal that crossed in the direction of a continuation of the stream as it was already beginning at sunset. We suggested to Walter to look for an elevated area to raise the camp, as we would not be able to return home. That night. We' re looking for a tree- free plain and we' re picking up the shops. Two of the boys walked away for a moment to go get firewood. The men took some time to get back. I trusted them, because they were older than me and had more time working as guides for tourists. Walter shared with us a drink of whiskey that was loaded into a liquor store. Then he came into confidence and told us a rather interesting account. He had previously been in Mexico investigating the Nahuales who were people who managed to transform themselves into animals, but who, from Walter' s opinion, these people were deceived by a primitive evil that inhabited the earth before man existed in it and who was able to take possession of any living being, even animals. It was precisely that evil I was looking for. He agreed that he would usually hide in the depths of the jungle or the countryside, in those places that were not so crowded by humans. He was explaining all this to me. When the couple of kids came back from picking up Leña, they looked pretty scared. After apologizing for bringing so little firewood. They

6:43 said they saw something that had no explanation. According to them, it was near a muddy place. There they found what they said was a long, gray bearded person. He was wallowing in the mud as if it were a beast. When they arrived to offer him help, the person began to tremble exaggeratedly as if he suddenly convulsed as if by magic. They saw that his head changed shape and took the traits of a dog. At that time they ran, for they heard that strange man speak in a strange and unknown language. The boys swore that everything they saw was true. They even offered us all to go and show us the place. Walter told them it wouldn' t be necessary, at least not for that night, but there was barely enough light, it would be our first place to explore. That night we split up to sleep in shifts, although I covered longer than everyone else, as I did not wish to release the rifle. Although I knew the boys, I didn' t feel much confidence, because you never really finished meeting a person and had heard many stories about friends who end up assaulting tourists and their other companions. Fortunately, none of this happened and when I woke up, I felt ashamed to doubt my companions. We did not raise the camp, because Walter asked us to spend at least another night there, as we were not yet arriving at our destination and it was likely that the expedition would

8:16 take us at least one more day to search. We went directly to where the boys said they saw the man turn into a dog. We found a picture made of logs. In the middle of him was the clothes of a woman and a servant' s skull on the top and around, forming a circle several pairs of shoes. The boys said those objects hadn' t been there. The day before, Walter said that was proof that his colleague was still prowling around the area. It was too weird what we found at the time. I didn' t know what purpose I' d have to go through my shoes. We found blood and mud samples. We didn' t want to move anything. We simply observed Walter said that his colleague' s cabin should be closer than we thought. The boys, who had their encounter with that evil creature at night, looked quite restless and kept saying that soon we would meet the cadejo, because we were sulking sacred area. Walter asked them to calm down and as a complement, he gave them more whiskey to drink. I refused to drink because I took my job very seriously, but the boys and Walter practically drank like water. Walking we reached a clear and elevated area, where we saw a kind of hut made with dry trunks and weeds climb up, but we found nothing but garbage and a notebook in English

9:48 that Walter saved. From this high plain, we noticed several huts and something strange, a dry and hollow tree, which seemed to have been placed a door does not approach us to look and in there we found that it was where Walter' s colleague kept his camp. We found canned cans, a water claw, photographs in which nothing could be noticed anymore, because the humidity had spoiled them. Walter asked us to move the camp to that area, because he wanted to carry out some investigations, and he still kept hoping to find his colleague, whom I assumed he would have much appreciated, because personally I would not have done the same thing as him. We didn' t take long to bring in the stores and the rest of the team. Also, along the way we picked up a lot of firewood. We picked up the camp in front of the hollow tree hut, lit the fire, but neither Walter nor the boys stopped drinking. I was surprised by the amount of alcohol that carried that man with me. Walter started exploring the area carrying one of the boys. I stayed warming up water to make myself a laden coffee.

11:01 That day I felt quite tired, if not because the pay was quite generous. I would have preferred to return without a word. At that moment I sensed that the air smelled like stagnant water and dead fish. Besides that all the nature around was dead. A sense of emptiness and fear took over me. I imagined the worst scenarios in my mind. At that time I remembered that the cadejo appeared to attack drunk people and both Walter and my companions had not stopped drinking during our journey. They returned after several hours. Walter said he found something interesting, and when he was about to tell me, a strange- looking man appeared far away. He was dressed in furs and carried a rifle on his hands. My instinct made me point directly at him.

11:56 The man put the gun down and said come in peace. He presented himself as a mere hunter who lived across the forest and, according to him, offered to help us find Walter' s colleague. Walter was too confident and he was about to agree to go with that man, but I had a feeling, I stopped him and told him it would be best if we went with him. The next day, when there was daylight, the man accepted and after asking us for a glass of water, he withdrew in the opposite direction to the one that said his cabin was located. Walter told us that night about a legend about the forests of the north of the United States and Canada, a legend about an evil that is hidden in the depths of the forest, an evil that was represented as a creature known as the good saying, that appeared when the man committed cannibalism and that also appeared as a call from the forest itself that drove you crazy to take you and devour you in the depths. To me, that story did nothing but further alter my nerves, which were already shot by the visit of that strange hunter. That night the boys told me that they would stay awake, because they were embalmed with Walter' s whiskey. I was feeling too tired, so I fell asleep. I barely got into my tent around 2: 00 in the morning.

13:28 I felt a cold so intense that it was not possible for me to continue sleeping. That' s where I heard a tinkle of teeth and some kind of regret. I took a flashlight and left my store. I found one of the boys with very little clothes and no shoes. Looking in the dark. There was no one else, but I was surprised to see that boy so it was too cold. It was risky to get barefoot. When I wanted to question the boy, he began to cry and then told me that he had heard the call of the beast, that he called him by name and there would be no turning back. I had to go to the call. I tried to stop him, but from one moment to another he ran into the darkness. I woke up the rest of the group, which cost me a lot of work, because they were drowned in alcohol. When they finally woke up, I explained to them what had happened. They panicked and changed immediately. Then we came out well lit. We followed his necks a long way along, but we did not reach it, which was strange, as he went barefoot. Following the trail, we reached a cabin well made of bricks and wood outside the cabin. There were many tanned skins, pieces of meat and deer bone, as well as various types of knives.

14:48 The vision was pretty sinister. Besides, it smelled like rotten meat. Lighting the cabin deeper. We found some species of paintings made from animal remains. It was a kind of macabre art that I thought was in very bad taste. I was about to throw up, because the aroma was quite intense. The prevailing aroma was not that of a dead animal, but of something that it did not identify, something similar to the scent of lions' cages. We played in the cabin, but no one opened us up. We lit up through one of his windows and inside there was no sign that someone was living there, because inside it was a real dump we kept walking and discovered a shed closed with chains and locks. There was something or someone inside, because as soon as we approached, we heard how he threw himself at the door trying to open it. So much force was exerted on the door that I imagined it was a big animal. At this point, Walter told us to go back, that it wasn' t safe to be there. I think the same thing, because I figured out the worst thing about all those bones. I thought they were not animal, but human. We went back to the road and it was dawning. We found our tents destroyed. They had eaten our food and very close to there we saw another sculpture made with four trunks and a circle of shoes from between all the shoes. I recognized

16:23 the boots of the boy who went out at night listening to the call of darkness. At this point, I lost control of my emotions and began to question Walter about whether the real reason his colleague was there was to hunt and assault the travelers. But Walter was too quiet and kept a paler skin color than he already was I ordered to withdraw the camp immediately and depart in the direction of my parents' land. We ended the task, but Walter was self- absorbed to be sitting on a rock looking towards the thickness of the forest. I called him out several times, but he didn' t listen to me, so I went to tell him to leave at the time.

17:11 I noticed in his hands the notebook he found two days ago. Shaking, he came to himself and after he stood up, he told me that he could get more armed men. At the time I didn' t know why he told me. I told him I could, but no joke would I go back to that place. Walter kept a minute of silence and then showed me certain notes on the booklet. I didn' t understand anything, because they were written in another language that wasn' t even English. Then he began to tell me that what was locked in that shed of the bloody camp was nothing but his colleague, who, with the help of two other people, had awakened a terrible evil and if we did nothing, it would extend to my parents' land. I didn' t believe much in his warning, but I preferred to say yes, even if it wasn' t true, in order to get the hell out of that horrible place. I didn ' t mind leaving the boy lost, and apparently the rest of the team didn' t walk slowly either. I was always alert and after advancing for a couple of kilometers between the shadows of the trees, I could notice how a huge black dog followed us. I told the boys and Walter to look in the direction where I noticed this dog had warned them not to stop, because if it was a wolf or a wild animal, it would fall on us. As soon as we turned our backs on him. Luckily, the

18:44 animal hid in the shadows. As soon as he realized we were looking at him, the boys said it was the black cadejo and immediately began to associate everything that had happened with that legend. I, on the other hand, thought that everything was or was because of a greater evil, an evil that existed since before human beings arrived on earth, we arrived near dawn in the land of my parents. We tell them our sinister journey and count on sorrow as we had to leave the poor boy behind. The boy had no family and lived in a community house where he had not managed to make great friendships.

19:26 For this reason, no one wanted to start a search. Most people who knew him said that he could only get out of that situation, because he knew very well the whole countryside, the jungle and the Walter forests lasted two more days in our lands until he managed to gather another group of houses. I was surprised at the amount of money that man had. A person in my country could not afford to spend as much time abroad and spend as much money as he did. In those days, people began to tell that they had met the cadejo in the field and that they saw how the creature was accompanied by two people who, like him, walked on all fours.

20:10 I didn' t understand how this could be possible. I figured it would look ridiculous to two people following a dog walking cats. Walter, he finally gathered the group of men who accompanied him and asked me again to lead them. He flattered me by saying that I had shown good determination in my character. I knew he was saying that to try to convince me, but deep down, I knew that, no matter how hard the stage I was on, I wouldn' t break down that easily. After all, I' m a man who grew up in the country. I ended up accompanying them. We set up a bigger camp and this time we weren' t pure.

20:51 Guys were with us, too. One of my uncles and two friends of his who were experienced hunters. They believed that the cabin we found belonged to a diabolical cult and that, in fact, there were some disappearances of people that I did not notice. Apparently, these facts were something that was shared only by the elderly. Maybe they didn' t tell us for not panicking. My uncle did believe in the presence of the cadejo, more to him. The cadejo didn' t show up for anything. He was called when something evil happened and in this case they thought that damn alien called him and then he was feeding him human flesh. Who knows for what purpose.

21:38 Once everything was ready, they asked me to go to the place where that bloody cabin was located. We went in broad daylight and everything was changed. The flesh and blood were dry. The half- ruined cabin. The door of the shed had been knocked down everywhere we saw circles of shoes and with it crowning the structures just in the middle of the sinister camp, a human figure also made of wood dressed in rags and where the head should be was the skull of a servant. That figure seemed to me like they wanted to represent a demon. We checked every part of the cabin and the shed.

22:21 The smell was unbearable. More than one of the men had to throw up. They knocked down the hut, the shed and that sculpture with a servant ' s head. Then they proceeded to form a circle of stones to make a bonfire there inside put all the sinister material and proceeded to light it. The fire was burning with fury and while the men were shouting curses against the foreigners, Walter looked pretty bad. He seemed frantic and desperate almost as possessed. I remember seeing him screaming and struggling with the men so they wouldn' t tear down the cabin and the shed. According to him, he still hoped to find his colleague alive, and burning everything was not the solution.

23:11 When the moods calmed down, we all heard a sound of a large animal in the vicinity. We all turned at the same time to see there was an empty body. I wouldn' t know how to describe it. It was as if a person had his soul removed and his body walked hollow. He looked in very bad shape. He was the same boy who fled that night into nowhere with a low look. He didn' t say a word about it. Behind him we saw, like two other bodies with twisted limbs. They were walking around like beasts. The men were frightened at such a macabre event, they began to pray and persign themselves in the direction of the creatures. I didn' t know what to do. I felt petrified in my mind. I imagined that those creatures would fall on us, as soon as we turned our backs on them, but this did not happen. Those creatures seemed to simply observe us far away and gradually lost themselves among the weeds.

24:15 Silence reigned for a moment, as everyone processed what they had just witnessed. Walter seemed even more disturbed by the appearance of empty bodies as if he had found something he did not expect. They decided to leave the place quickly, without looking back and return to base camp during the return. The atmosphere was full of tension and fear. No one dared to talk about what they had seen, as if mentioning it could invoke more dangers Once in the camp, Walter locked himself in his tent seemingly absorbed in his thoughts. We' re all going home. Walter left without saying goodbye and then there was a long period of calm that continues to this day. However, I keep asking myself if those creatures would not really be what is known in Mexico as Nahuales or whether the cadejo was the one who really caused those deformities in poor people.

25:18 Who knows. I' d rather ignore it smell of smoke. When I was young I didn' t usually believe in witches or any other paranormal phenomenon. He was a skeptic all the way too logical. I decided to study veterinary medicine. I' m originally from Tabasco, where I still live. Not to brag, but my performance at school was always the highest. My grades were above average. However, at the time of practice, things were always complicated for me and I suffer from a nervous illness that causes me a certain shaking of hands. You' d think with a pulse like that, you couldn' t become a good surgeon. However, over time I have managed to control my pulse during these types of interventions. The fact is, when I was about to finish, I had to find a place to do my professional internships. Because of my problem, I was rejected from several places, especially because the places I chose were for animal surgery and every one who interviewed me and saw my pulse denied me the place. I was given the opportunity to practice at a ranch that was very far away from my home, which is why I had to look for accommodation in a nearby village.

26:47 It was a new experience for me, who had practically my whole life living at my parents' house. I am the youngest of seven brothers, and they all take me many years apart, which is why I hardly lived with them at home. In fact, when my mother was pregnant with me, she was at high risk, because she was already 50 years old. Everyone thought I wouldn' t be able to be born. I mention this because almost everyone in my family treated me like a weak person and when I was given the opportunity to become independent in performing professional practices, everyone questioned me. Me. Instead, I took this as an opportunity to prove that I was not that weak child that I remembered myself. I did the lease on an apartment. I didn' t have to buy furniture or anything, because it was already furnished and everything was included in the rental price. I also bought a bike so I could move to the ranch. My pulse only prevents me from performing precision activities, but it does not affect the movement of my body.

27:52 The people at the ranch were kind enough. They didn' t judge my pulse, but my knowledge, and they put me to work with a pracca and a qualified veterinarian. Thanks to the patience and help of both was that, despite my illness, I succeeded in performing more than ten surgeries a day. We had a lot of work and they asked us to stay late at the ranch. They even offered me lodging, which I refused, because I had a flashlight that was activated with a dynamo on my bike. That time I came back in the morning. I became brave, but honestly when I returned, apart from the cold that was going on, I had a certain feeling that something bad was about to happen. I stepped a little faster than usual to such an extent that my legs cramped I stood under a pole of light. There I began to imagine all sorts of irrational terrors. I began to feel suggested, shook my head and lit a cigarette. When I calmed down, I felt ridiculous, because I, who believed myself to be the most rational man, was thinking of witches, in the countryside or the appearance of some werewolves. I finished my cigarette. I threw my butt on the floor to turn it off and a smell of smoke came to me.

29:07 The aroma was so intense and different from that of tobacco that even when I had just put out my cigarette it prevailed in the environment. I looked at the horizon in the direction of the field. Then I noticed several scattered bonfires. I looked more closely. Then I noticed some dancing figures that looked like people in costumes. I could not perceive all the figures, but I saw one of them carrying the head of a pig and another of an animal with horns, probably that of a goat. I thought this was a sinister thing. Although I didn' t want to think directly of something of paranormal origin. If I thought it was possible that there were satanic sects that gathered to perform all kinds of practices and sacrifices, imagining that a traveler in the early morning would be an easy target to get a sacrifice, I got on my bike to leave in a hurry, when I was barely ready to pedal.

30:03 When I turned my head for a few seconds, I saw the person with the pig head right next to me, the head didn' t look like plastic but as if they had practically put a pig head on top of his. He bled and drained fat from his eyes and ears. It was a matter of a few seconds, because immediately I started pedaling and I did not stop until I reached the bridge that led to the village where I resided. When I got to the apartment, I couldn' t even get my bike in, I was more shaky than usual, and my shot pulse didn' t work. I tried to calm down and pulled out another cigarette that clumsily fell out of my hands with an effort I managed to put the bike in.

30:48 I couldn' t sleep. I was trying to give a sensible explanation of what had just happened to me the next morning on my way to work. I stopped exactly on the pole where I looked at that coven, but there were no ashes or traces of what I witnessed. During the morning I continued my journey wishing that my meeting would have been a simple nightmare. Arriving at the ranch, I couldn' t pretend I was feeling anything wrong. And when Erica, the other intern, asked me what was happening to me, don' t hesitate to tell her my sinister encounter, she didn' t judge me. On the contrary, he told me that in that area there were common encounters with beings who called themselves fire worshipers, who did not know exactly what beings were reality, because there were people who said they were simple spirits. Other people, on the other hand, were talking about real demons under their flesh masks. Erica' s opinion only made me even more nervous and, as was to be expected, had an immediate impact on my pulse. I toldÉrika that I didn' t believe in any of that, but, in my opinion, it was just sectarians who could be more dangerous than mere myths, and I assured her that what I saw was totally real. Erika told me that she would not try to convince me otherwise, but that she would try to keep me away from such events and, above

32:20 all, if I saw the fire, I would get away immediately, because there were not few people who could not get out alive before an encounter with these fire worshipers. The days passed and the vacation period came, so I returned with my parents in the city. I met a group of people who used to practice yoga and meditation. They said they had some kind of temple on the outskirts of the town I lived in. I was invited to join, for they presumed to have the knowledge to heal my nervous problem. I didn' t believe much in that kind of thing either, but after researching a little bit about the benefits of meditation, I decided to go visit them when I returned to work. I came back on a Sunday night. I remember seeing a couple of fires on the road in the middle of nowhere.

33:14 I couldn' t stop thinking about that strange encounter. It was a relief not to find these beings in animal masks, but simply destitute ones trying to escape the winter cold on the ranch. Everything was going well, there was no new news. Everything was in relative calm. I had a crisis in my illness, which almost made me say goodbye to practice because on more than one occasion I failed to control my pulse and dropped surgical material from my hands. I' m looking for myself. The temple of meditation. I was almost at the entrance to the village, where I lived very close to the countryside where I saw that circle of hellfire. It was a bit complex to arrive, as it was in a kind of old hacienda with small roads that looked like labyrinths. I had to get off my bike because in several alleys you couldn' t pedal I saw the sign at the entrance. Thus said Zen meditation house followed by several symbols I deduced would have to do with Buddhism or some of those Eastern religions the third time I touched appeared a pair of foreign men with shaved heads, who in a very kind way, offered to enter. I was led to a huge and beautiful garden where, after serving me some tea an older man dressed in a tunic told me that I had come to a good place for hermetic reasons. I won' t talk about

34:44 the rituals we perform, but I can assure you that my pulse improved enough to the point that I practically stopped shaking. During these sessions I heard many things that at first I didn' t want to believe more than anything, because I met and although I tried not to suggest myself, I couldn' t deny that many things that we think are irrational happen no matter how hard we try to think they are impossible. I initially believed that this place was only for religious purposes, but little by little I began to notice certain strange things related to esotericism. There was much talk about the opening of the third eye and of low- astral beings vibrations and those things I ended up bored and stopped going, apart from those visits distracting me quite from the work at the time,Érika started accompanying me on weekends to bike rides. One day we had a picnic in a field near the ranch. Being there after drinking a couple of beers. Erika asked me what I had done to improve my illness. I told him about the place I' d been going to.

35:57 She got a lot of attention and or asked me to join some meditation session. I told her I no longer wanted to go, because I noticed a certain tendency towards esotericism, but if she wanted it, she would take it that day. We' re staying late. We passed the glasses and Erika began to tell me that she also came to perceive a certain smell of smoke when she was returning home in her car and she just happened to look at something in the fields. He stopped by the road for a few seconds without turning off the engine. From the car he only managed to distinguish two spheres of fire, so he decided to get off for a few seconds. The smell of smoke was unbearable and, like me, I look at these people in animal masks from among all there was one that caused him greater terror was that of a man with a horse head. At that time he decided to get back in his car, but he barely opened the door and took his eyes off the road. He got in the car and in front of the car chest he met that horse- headed man. The face did not look like a mask in its entirety, but it was as if a horse' s head had been torn off and certain parts cut off to fit on a human head. When he got in the car, he closed the door very well and when he wanted to start the person he didn' t move.

37:22 Then he looked at his eyes. Erika said that they did not look like the eyes of a human being and that, although he could not give an exact description, it was as if the mask was mixed with the skin of the neck, which he could notice perfectly, since that person was totally naked in that he reacted and threw himself in reverse and when he took a little look away from the front, there was no longer that horse man. He returned home in a hurry and during these days he did not feel calm. Erika kept a long silence. Then he looked at me and confessed to me that for days he had been noticing the same smell of smoke near his house.

38:06 I, at that time, had no knowledge of the place where she lived. At that time he told me that he lived in an old house, very close to the village, but that he lived alone and that he preferred not to tell anyone where he was, because he felt insecure, but that he felt calm with me. He trusted me at that time and asked me if I didn' t want to accompany her, that her house was so big that I could even have a room for myself and if I wasn ' t comfortable I could stay and live there. I wouldn' t get much rent. As long as I didn' t tell anyone from the ranch that I was living with her. We pedaled to his house. We arrived when everything was totally dark. His house was a pretty old construction. It seemed to have been part of a tiny hacienda, of which the only building that stood was the central house. Unlike the other buildings that were almost completely collapsed, the main house was very well painted and was not missing any doors or windows inside the house. Everything was completely clean and wherever you turned you saw the feminine touch, unlike my apartment, which was all chaos and disorder.

39:22 He quickly showed me the house that, although it was not as large as the buildings we had on the ranch, it had many rooms and doors. There was a place that caught my attention a lot. It was a basement Erika told me that that place was even a former cistern that had been dry for many years. I was able to go down the stairs, which was quite austere. An iron tube worked like handrails and the steps were already a little broken. Below was the empty well where water was stored years ago. From that place we spent the night in a small room. That smell of smoke woke me up. I saw Erica sleeping on a chair snoring very loudly. I took a glass of water from a jug she left on the table. Just as I was getting ready to go back to sleep, I noticed a strange sound coming from the basement stairs. It was like heavy hoove footprints. I felt scared and decided to wake Erica. When we went to look out, we found nothing but a couple drops of blood and fat from some animal. We searched the whole house, but we didn' t see anything strange. At that moment. Erica told me that these phenomena were happening in her house. From that encounter with the worshipers of fire in the field.

40:51 When we left in the morning on the entrance steps to the house, we found several human nails and hair. The finding was too sinister. Erica thought this had been the work of some witch, but according to her she did not know any, at least not directly, even in her family. There were healers or fortune tellers, neither in my family and I really knew very few people, just some schoolmates and ranch people as far as I knew. None of these practiced witchcraft. Finally, I remembered the meditation group, but I didn' t want to accuse them, because they didn' t really know anything about me. They were people who didn' t really care deeply about people even in private life. Within your beliefs. Nothing mattered only to gain a greater knowledge of one' s existence. We clean without thinking more about things. Then she made some breakfast and just as we drank a second cup of coffee, she started crying. She told me that she felt very lonely and terrified because the encounter with her nails and hair was not the only strange event that happened to her that week and she did not explain why it happened to her. Her. I promised him I' d stay a while. I made that promise without thinking, for I really did not want to stay there. I knew something in that basement was related to those fire

42:22 worshipers. Besides, I thought Erika knew more about the subject, but for one thing or another, she wouldn' t dare tell me. I couldn ' t back down. So I talked to the owner of the apartment I lived in. I didn' t want to return the rent deposit, but I didn' t care. I moved all my things that day, which was easy, because I had nothing but a cot, my books, and a backpack with three changes of clothes. Erika helped me move everything in her car. I don' t know why, but it felt like a need to protectÉrika. The next day we had a lot of work the rest of the week. I don' t know if anything strange would have happened in the house again. Maybe we did, but we didn' t realize it because of how tired we were getting from work. Instead, on Saturday we saw very close to the house. One of those fire circles. We close the house very well and we leave still. We heard the footprints in the basement. Erika told me to visit the people in the meditation temple that maybe one of them could help us. We came one day after we left the ranch early. The place looked pretty careless. Even the garden so green and beautiful looked dry and sterile. I found only one of the men who used to be there. He had a long beard and looked rather careless.

43:49 When I asked him about what had happened in the place, the man stood up and as if he were completely insane, he took me by the shoulders and began to shake me violently. Erika came up and pushed him to get him off of me. The man fell to the ground and at that moment his madness stopped. After apologizing, he invited us to one of the salons. There he invited us a cup of tea Then he told us that a shadow fell upon them that they had searched in a dangerous terrain. They followed evil signs that gradually attracted the demon itself. And on the eve of May 1, on the date that the Germans call Walpurgis' night, the leader made them perform a series of symbols that attracted a kind of hellfire that ended the garden and fire also came out some creatures that tormented them for days.

44:45 And now he was the last one left there and he didn' t know if what he had seen was real or just happened in everyone' s mind. I no longer knew what to believe in had been so strange in my life that I could not deny that what had happened to them was either mental or real. It was a truth. Besides, at the end of the day, the mind creates reality. I asked him where everyone else was, but that man told me that he didn' t really know and didn' t want to think about it much because his head hurt. We told him what was happening to us too, which was ironic, because we have been looking for help and answers, but the only thing we found was an even greater problem. Still, the person told us that the problem was similar to what had happened to everyone there. Erika told of the fire worshipers and the man said that cursed group was made up of both people and demons. The man gave us a notebook with various rites and symbols. He showed us a special page where there was a figure that, according to him, we had to draw with salt around his house, in order to keep away that group of worshipers from the fire, whose intentions with us were not good. We offered to take the man to the hospital, but he refused. He said the land of the beautiful garden would recover the same. We spent the rest

46:16 of the day drawing that symbol. Around the house. We found several dead birds and mice, plus more human hair and ashes. That night we stayed sharing a bottle of mezcal when we heard the sound of drums and a flute away. We climb to the main balcony and very close to a ruined construction. There was the circle of fire. Erika was shaking almost as much as I was, that I had had my nerve disease again for days. That smell of smoke and burnt meat was even more intense. It was as if the vapors were heading straight for the house. We closed all the windows and doors, but from one moment to another someone or something started banging on the doors hard. We looked out the windows, but we saw nothing but shadows.

47:09 Erica thought we should call the police, but we didn' t know how we' d explain everything that was going on. So, out of fear that they wouldn' t believe us. We decided not to do so, we began to pray, but this did not help in the least, because the blows continued. And worst of all, we heard the footsteps again on the basement stairs. We both took a couple of kitchen knives and headed for the stairs. We turned on the light and it had barely lighted up. We saw this person wearing the horse mask looked dry almost mummified and eyes with an expression of pain and panic. He was dressed in a woman' s robe. He was dragging with difficulty towards us. I panicked and couldn ' t control my pulse, which made the knife let go of my hand.

48:01 In that the creature began to throw some horrible vermin. We pulled back and the creature walked faster toward us. I remembered the symbols made with salt, so I toldÉrika to run towards the kitchen. There we quickly draw the symbol of salt. At the entrance we saw the creature walking down a corridor, but he did not follow us, but returned from where he had come. It all stopped after five in the morning. There' s only that fucking smoke smell left in the room. Erika no longer wanted to stay in that house, so we ended up renting a small house in the village between the two of us. That house was an inheritance he received from a grandmother aunt put it for sale. I would like today to have answers to everything that happened to us. Neither she nor I lived in the village anymore, but as far as we were never met with those worshipers of the I don' t know if they would be people who were part of a coven or if all the members were witches who mingled with demons. I also don ' t know if they were still attracted to us by the light or because they wanted us to be part of their cursed cult. These are things I wish I could keep ignoring the goblins of the Ferris wheel. When I was a child I lived in the western zone of Guadalajara. Today, most of

49:31 the city is urbanized. Because of this, it is sometimes hard to believe that for the most part, where shopping malls and apartment buildings are built today, everything was flat. There were streams that were first paved and then completely covered by streets and roads In the area where I lived as a child there were only a few little houses and many rancheries, houses where people kept some livestock and others harvested some corn and beans. The children were not tied to the cell phone or to television, since the first one did not exist and the second one was very scarce, especially national and local programming. Even movies were something we watched in a group. Behind my house there was a communal laundry room and if you walked further north, you found yourself with a series of norias. It was funny, because these were completely discovered and you could easily fall in and drown and scream without anyone hearing you. However, this was not often the case. In addition, they rarely went to that place without adult supervision. I think I heard a great- uncle once say that where bodies of water existed there were goblins, so he warned us not to approach the norias. I wasn' t a child afraid to tell the truth.

50:57 I used to be too bold, which cost me more than a good tunde by my parents. My parents took me to play football at a little camp near a ranch. Like an aunt owned the team. She always came before everyone else and one occasion when we arrived we didn' t see her a couple of children older than me. They told me to go for a walk in the country, because the sure thing was that she wouldn' t come to me the truth. I didn' t even like football. So I didn' t think twice to paint myself. We walked to a creek where we built a dam using stones. We returned at sunset and already at the entrance of the block we saw that our parents and the other children we knew were gathered. I was getting ready to get a good tunde, but the gentlemen first asked us if we hadn' t seen Edgar and Lucy.

51:52 I remember very well that these children lived right next to my house. The truth is that we hadn' t seen them that day, so after confessing that we didn' t attend football, we told them we hadn' t seen them. They told us that the children went to play in the direction of the norias, but that they had already checked that area very well and all they found was a bow that the girl had in her hair. Arriving at my house, I received the worst tunde of my life. Besides, they punished me without letting me out for a month. Since we were many brothers, My mother soon forgot my punishment and, in order not to be able to endure all of us at home, gave me permission to leave. As long as I didn' t get away from the block. I remember the kids in the neighborhood commenting that out of the norias came goblins and that they caught whoever left, drowned them and then stole their souls. We were all afraid and lasted long enough to want to get to that area. But one day in Santa week, my father asked me to accompany him to an errand in that area. My father broke into a house. I think they were going to sell him some speakers from a stereo he had. I stayed at the entrance of the house because inside there was a slinghole and I was afraid that some bug would bite me. I entertained myself by looking at the horizon I saw a squirrel climbing a tree when suddenly I noticed someone who at first I thought was a boy dragging something heavy. Looking more closely I saw that his face was like that of an old man and what he was dragging

53:23 was a dead goat. The little man realized that he looked at him and left the goat and ran until he got lost in the field. I, on the other hand, ran inside the house to tell my father what happened. But when he and the gentleman with whom he was running the business, the goat was gone, though a pool of blood was in the place where he had been. My father told me that could have been anything, that maybe a thief stole an animal from some neighbor. I didn' t want to argue with my father and I preferred to stay inside the house in a chair that night I couldn' t sleep. I heard sounds outside my house and imagined that at any moment I' d see that damn goblin hanging from the beam of my room or that I' d hear it knocking on my door. Lucky for me, this didn' t happen. However, with the passing of days we began to hear rumors that they saw some dead animals floating in the wells. They had all eaten their eyes, ears, and tongues. I remember hearing my father say that fish eat the softest tissues of corpses, but in those wells there was no fish. Maybe tadpoles, frogs and toads, but not fish. That you could only see them in a dam a few kilometers from there As a child. I was pretty morbid.

54:46 So several children and I ran away after school to see the animals floating in the norias with our own eyes. When we arrived there was nothing. Only one of the owners of sons the ground raised a mesh around the perimeter, but this one was too weak and missing pieces. We' ll get through it easily. So we realized that there were no animals in the well anymore, but one of them was still dyed red because of the blood of the animal that was there disappointed. We started our way home. We took another road, one where a small temple was rising. There we saw in one of the foundations something that we initially thought was an old doll. We approached to see had clothes made like green velvet a hat on top and a wand looked like a skull. Only the face looked like a smiling child. One of the children noticed that the face was really a porcelain mask. When we removed it, we saw that it was not really a doll or toy, but a kind of mummy of a tiny person s r PNRC. All right, his factions didn' t look like those of a child, but those of an already very old person, but with great differences that he wouldn' t know how to explain, it was as if that body didn' t belong to a human being. We pulled back and started listening to the sound of a rattle. When we looked again, the little body had disappeared,

56:20 leaving only that strange cane and a small deep hole in the earth. One of the children thought of carrying the cane with him to show it to his grandfather, who loved to tell us ancient stories. We headed to Grandpa' s house right away to see if he could offer us any answers about such a strange cane. We found the gentleman degranando corn and when we saw him he took advantage to help him we gave him the cane and after looking at him for just a couple of seconds, he asked us to return him to the hole from where we took him. We asked him to tell us what was about the object in question, to which he told us that we were better off, without knowing anything about it. Then he suggested we stay away from the place where we found that object. We told him that we found him in one of the foundations of the new church they were building near the norias. The Lord, noting our insistence, came to our request to tell us about him, because he was so afraid of that staff. He told us that darkness hides a nameless evil that dwells in the deepest places of the earth and that under our houses there are mantles of water that connect with these places of the depths that always end up being thrown to the surface. As a child, when they were barely building the first buildings in that area of

57:52 Guadalajara, he discovered something too terrible. The man told us that when he was a child, along with some friends, he ventured to explore the norias and the surroundings. Despite the warnings of the adults, they found a tunnel hidden beneath one of the norias that at the time was dry. They decided to get into it. With the curiosity of childhood. What they discovered there was beyond their worst nightmares. Inside the tunnel they encountered a series of underground chambers, where strange figures were enclosed in bone cages and skin with deformed faces and dull eyes. Those creatures uttered groans and laments that iced the blood and the air was full of a smell of rot and moisture. In the center of the last chamber they found a dark altar where the cane that we had found rested. On the altar was a small creature that they thought was mummified, as the color of his skin was carded. In addition to the eyes, something similar to the wings of an insect appeared. The whole thing is that on the legs of that demonic being was found the body of a child dressed in the style of the indigenous. He did not want to keep telling us, but he warned us to return that cane to the place from which we took it, as well as to stay away from the norias, because that type of creature was attracted by the light that all children carry, since

59:23 it is very necessary for them to exist in our plane of existence. They didn' t leave the cane where they found it, but they put it inside a trash can outside a school. That night I had a terrible nightmare. I went out to the living room of my house and found everything covered by a greyish mold and coming to the main room, I saw the corpses of a couple of kittens that I had disappeared glued to the wall and in my father' s favorite armchair. As a throne, that pig was sitting down, the one my friend’ s grandfather spoke to us. He had a huge head and a small body. He had wings in his eyes.

1:00:07 His nose was long and pointed and sitting in front of him was a baby who ate at one bite. At that moment I woke up screaming. It wasn' t long before my mother came in. My room was barely lit by the light and was horrified as at the foot of my bed was a small shoe with pointed fabric and a pair of bells on my ankles. This caused me more fear. I still knew from some story books that this way the goblins were dressed. My mother threw the pair of little shoes in the trash and didn' t think they magically appeared, but blamed me. He said I probably met him somewhere and he didn' t remember. When we were kids, we took playing seasons and for a while we forgot about the wheel thing. We' re starting to entertain ourselves with something pretty dangerous.

1:00:59 As near the house the train passed by and in this stretch its speed was very low. We jumped to one of the wagons The adrenaline we felt in doing so was such that we didn' t measure the danger. Once we were inside, we jumped just before we reached a curve, because at this point the train began to catch again speed and if not, who knows how far it would take us. On one occasion we jumped as usual and everyone jumped before. I stayed, because I felt some panic, which was stupid, because I had already jumped on several occasions, but on this occasion I do not know what happened, but the fact is that I stayed on the train and when I no longer saw my friends, I threw a cry of despair. When I finally had the courage to throw myself, I had already reached some speed. This caused me to fall down the slope without control, causing me great scrapes and blows of pure luck, I did not break a bone around which I could finally stop. I stood up and cried. Then I walked to get lost and started screaming at my friends, but no one came to my aid. I panicked when I didn' t recognize the place.

1:02:13 I was surrounded by tall grass and I didn' t notice any houses. Nowhere did I want to go back and follow the train lines, but I had walked so far that I could no longer see them. When I started crying again I heard voices a few meters from me. I was fast running out. I was hoping to find some adult to help me get back home. What would be my surprise that what I found was most strange. When I got closer, I heard a horse lynching desperately. The animal was struggling so hard that I was afraid to get too close. I stood behind a tree and pulled my head out. I saw what was going on.

1:02:53 Four little men like the one in my dream, they were bothering the poor horse. One of them tried to tame him and the others bit his eyes pulling his hair and ears. The poor horse looked very frightened. I pulled back, but something pulled me off my feet causing me to fall to the ground and hit me again I looked that was what had knocked me down and for my terror was one of those little men. Unconsciously, I kicked him in the face and ran away from there without him waiting for him. I got back on the tracks and ran into my friends, who were too scared for me. I told them what happened to the horse, but no one wanted to see what was going on. We return home and from that day we no longer return to get on the train. However, the encounters with the leprechauns continued All the children thought that the problem was not the norias, but we, who were, in a certain way, chasing us. I don' t know how those kinds of beings work. But not all the time we saw or stalked them, but every time we forgot about it, again something happened either directly or simply rumors that they had been seen or attacked.

1:04:12 I remember hearing an aunt tell that one of those goblins came out of a drain to bite her left ankle. I remember seeing his wound and it was too strange to have been caused by a wild animal. By those dates several norias closed and set up a kind of event hall on a plot. Just off the side was the occasion for a cousin to turn and his family gave him that space and invited us earlier. It was not like today that the terraces have in Alberca and if there is no Alberca, rent brincolines and that type of artefacts to entertain the children. Then we had to have wits to entertain ourselves for a while. My uncles organized games, but it didn ' t last long. We ended up playing hide- and- seek on the ground next door, taking advantage of the grass being high. I remember very well that it was about to get dark. I hid very close to one of the norias that were now closed with barbed wire. I took advantage that in that area the weed was denser. I squatted and stared at the boy I was looking for. In that I suddenly saw him stand up to what seemed like another child and I told him to sit down because if they weren' t going to find us in that, he crouched down with me and for a few seconds his face lit up to realize with horror that he was not a child, but one of those goblins with an old face.

1:05:44 The leprechaun looked as scared as I did and barely recognized me, ran in the opposite direction to me. I did the same thing. I went back to find my parents for the rest of the children. He didn' t even realize what was happening to me right outside the event hall. Tros with the cane that that child took from the body we found near the temple, I didn' t even want to lift it, so I kicked him down the street. As soon as he hit the gate that prevented the entrance I saw several small hands coming out inside and taking the cane immediately into the living room and asked my parents to go to the house, but they did not want to, so I spent the rest of the party sitting in a chair, always looking under the tablecloth, because I thought that at any moment one of those beings would attack me. As the days passed, I told the boys what happened during the party. They all started telling the stories of their encounters with these damn goblins. One of the children had the foolish idea of going to the norias to throw several sweeps and rockets, believing that this would succeed in driving them away once and for all. There was a lady near the school who sold us this kind of pyrotechnics. As long as we kept the secret from him, we bought the most powerful sweeps he had in total were five. So, armed with the bag of explosives, a box of matches and spring springs, we approach the Ferris wheel. It was a little hard to get in, but with the use of some clamps we managed to

1:07:17 cut a hole in the wire long enough to get in. I didn' t turn on any explosives because I was afraid of them, because a cousin got a couple of fingers amputated, so I stood outside pointing at the spring. They lit the explosives and threw them into the first wheel and, as expected, did not ignite why there was water inside. Even so, the children wanted to try the other two, because they said that one should be dry and it was precisely that in which the goblins lived. We tried it in another wheelhouse and in this well the blast of the sweep sounded very loudly.

1:07:57 Seconds later we heard screams and several phrases. But in another language the children ran. But after a couple of seconds we heard the same voices in the grass and even though we didn' t see them, we knew they were after us. I remember seeing several of the children dragged down the bush. I tried to shoot my spring, but I didn' t even see a fixed target to attack. In addition, I was very afraid to end up decaling one of the children. In the end we didn' t return all the children and we were planning to go look for them. When they finally got there, they were completely scared. They said that the goblins tried to drag them and put them through other wells that we had not seen, but that thanks to the fact that out of nowhere appeared two huge dogs that were thrown over the goblins managed to escape. From this, we suffer a lot of harassment from these creatures. I, for my part, every one of me left just listened to their voices and watched terrified as some objects moved alone and as they began to disappear, things like my parents' keys.

1:09:06 Same with some of my mother' s jewelry. I remember we had a fish tank with at least twelve fish, of which disappeared overnight, at least five. I heard a voice that told me in the ear that they would soon come also for me and the same way that the fish disappeared, I would disappear too. My parents blamed me for some of the things that disappeared and when I told them it was the goblins, they only mocked me. The funny thing about it was that my parents did often believe in this kind of strange phenomena, but they refused to believe me even when they themselves were witnessing that things were not normal. It was as if a veil wouldn' t let them understand what was happening. Everything changed with respect to my parents when paper sheets began to dawn with small letters marked in red. This is where they did start to worry, because the calligraphy with which the note had been written was not similar to that of anyone in the house and my mother knew a lot about it, as she was a teacher of Spanish at secondary level. After talking to the parents of the other children, everyone agreed that they were also being stalked by these beings. By this height of the problem, the grandfather of the boy who told us to get rid of the cane interfered. As far as I know, this lord made a kind of offering to the leprechauns and left them by the wheel. I do not know if

1:10:39 the Lord' s offering will have worked, because shortly after we went to live in Nayarit and when I had the opportunity to return, I was about forty years old and found that everything was already built. Today, I wonder if the people who currently live in these modern houses and apartments will not be visited by him. Those demonic leprechauns the viper the following story was told to me by my maternal grandmother, who was called mercy and by chance of fate no longer meets us. My grandfather was called Julian and he was always a person dedicated to the countryside, but he never had his own land. And it is that, like so many people in Mexico before and after the Revolution, they were involved in too many civil and military conflicts that scarcely allowed them to live in peace and like my grandfather and his family, many times they had to hide in the least thought out places. The story they told me happened shortly before the revolt known in Mexico as the Cristera war broke out, my grandfather and grandmother had no children yet and my mother was not yet born.

1:11:58 They came from love and, fleeing the devastation, came to a ranch in Puebla, whose name I don' t remember now. There they found stability. My grandfather found work as a day laborer and within a few days of demonstrating his physical strength for manual labor, he became indispensable for the employer by getting them to lend them a little house outside the ranch. In this place several people lived in scattered houses, people, kind and charitable. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the employer, who used to have the reputation of exploiting the workers. Besides being pretty greedy. The man in question was called Agapito. My grandfather very well endured the abuses of that man and was fleeing from an even worse past of the horrors of war, where they faced famine and the shortage of work. The little they came to have only earned them a meager meal. Every day they' d tell me you ' re sometimes her son. He had to work up to sixteen hours in a row. Worst of all, Agapito' s family was weird. Both the wife and mother- in- law were known as witches. But the matter was not so easy, but something darker and more diabolical. My grandfather Julian says that everything started to go wrong during a bad run, a drought that spoiled at least half the sowing. A day laborer named Peter one day began to discover some strange objects placed between the weeds and the branches of the

1:13:33 trees near the fields. They were a kind of fabric made from the roots of some plants that, according to them, their shadows formed a series of symbols that one would suddenly think were shapeless. My grandfather came to recognize this discovery and looking at the shadows for a long time caused that as he looked into any empty space, I saw it' s scary infernal shadows pope. I was talking to him. One of these shadows began to stalk and although he initially wanted to play brave, on more than one occasion he could not stand it. He was plowing the earth with two men. It was a pretty hot day. My grandfather let go of his tool, for he said he had seen a woman with a horrible face, and he had no eyes, no lips, no nose, and several snakes all over his body.

1:14:30 The woman carried a basket full of children' s heads. My grandfather began to scream in terror and as soon as he had advanced a few meters, he was arrested by a couple of pawns, who took him inside a farm, because they thought that what was happening to him was because of a heat blow. They gave him water, put a wet cloth on his forehead, but my grandfather could barely stand up and pretended he hadn' t seen anything. They sent him to work in the shadow and to and so ra could endure that day, although he says that since then he has not stopped seeing such visions. One afternoon he was sent to clean the stables. He worked that they only gave to those workers who were most trusted. My grandfather there found an object he called a fetish, which would come to be a doll made of straw in the shape of a deformed man and with hundreds of needles buried in his head. He cautiously took the object with a shovel and threw it into the horse excrement. When the object in question was covered by more debris, it was heard as if a small animal complained of pain, as some cats lived on the ranch. My grandfather got scared thinking that some of these babies were inside. He quickly removed the excrement layer and excavated it to the point where the sound was made. Then he saw in horror how that fetish twisted and screamed as if he were alive. My grandfather became persignant and

1:16:02 immediately began to pray how much prayer he knew. Then that hellish being stopped his movement. My grandfather continued his work, but he could not stop shaking and could not complain or talk to anyone about this sinister matter, for he was very sure it was the work of the same family as the boss. The solution my grandfather found was to always wear on his neck a scapular that he bought in the basilica of Zapopan on a pilgrimage he made When he was a child, my grandfather continued working in the stables, but he always sought to be accompanied, so he began to ask the foreman to allow him to take a boy with him with him with the excuse of teaching him. The trade happened about a month without anything bad happening, but approaching May, while they were combing the hair of a couple of foals, they all began to behave in a very very strange way. They looked scared as if the demon himself had gotten inside. My grandfather tried to calm them down, but even the boy who was helping him looked quite nervous, as if he perceived that something bad would happen. It' s time to comb the patron' s favorite horse. This was a robust, large white animal they barely touched and heard as if the hair had spoken, but in a rather sinister tone.

1:17:30 When they turned to see the animal’ s head, it had become a dreadful grimace. He wore a crown of thorns. Like Jesus Christ, the animal drooled as he spoke without moving his mouth and from one second to another rose on two legs, beating with one of the front legs. The boy almost died from that blow, but because he was quite young, he ended up recovering. Obviously, they did not tell anything, but the foremen suspected that this accident had a supernatural origin, and that even they witnessed how much evil was seen on the ranch. My grandfather spent nights unable to sleep after that event, as what was happening there. It was too evil and it seemed to expand all over the ranch and I didn' t know what to do. Then he confessed to my grandmother everything he was living at the ranch.

1:18:21 For this, my grandmother already knew that the bosses were engaged in the dark arts, but I didn' t know how serious the matter was. My grandmother had learned the art of healing, but she was not encouraged to fight something. Thus, he said that the symbol of the crown of Espinas was a direct affront to God, this being the symbol of Antichrist. It was as if they were mocking everything sacred. There came the storm of rains that that year had been delayed enough has folded quite intensely bringing with it thunderstorms. This caused many plantings to be spoiled. In addition to the fact that day laborers did not want to go out under these thunderstorms, they were afraid that the metal tips of the tools would draw lightning and cause death, for at that time it was common to see this happen to people. The employer began to become famous for mistreating day laborers who refused to work in the rain.

1:19:20 And it was not only the fear they felt of dying, but, like my grandfather, people were afraid of deep evil. Many said it took the form of a snake and on St Bartholus' night its power would grow. It was expected that a storm would fall so hard that it would end up tearing down some buildings. The men of the community in which My grandfather lived had created a flood barrier, as well as reinforced their constructions among all. My grandfather said that the only snake he knew was the one that formed during the storms and the planting with the men. He asked them if they referred to this as the representation of evil and destruction, but they said no, that the viper was an evil entity in which resided the form of the devil who refused to leave the earth. The terrible thing about this matter was that if you met this snake, it was very likely that two things would happen, one that you went crazy seeing his face as a human and another that bit you poisoning your soul. In case the last thing happened to you, the best thing you could expect was death, otherwise you would end up attending the rites of the patron' s family, as you would end up losing all control of yourself. My grandfather understood the latter, but he was sure that the form of the serpent was not the only form that could take the evil invoked on those lands. You' ve seen enough of the apparitions

1:20:55 you' ve witnessed. Soon all the men agreed to take matters into their own hands. Some simply fled, while my grandfather and five other men organized to bring in a priest who would give them service on Sunday mornings and thus try to balance the evil that was incarnated on earth. So they brought in a priest named Henry, who, despite being a young man, was well instructed in the ways of faith. My grandmother said, as soon as she arrived, she felt that evil lived in those lands, so she decided to go and talk to the boss, who, by the way, received it in a good way. On the ranch there was a chapel that was closed for years. The patron was not stupid and suspected that the men were restless about everything that was going on, so, to keep the day laborers calm, he told them that he would open the chapel and it would be Henry who would serve Mass every Sunday at first hour. The boss did it a couple of times, but the rains didn' t always let there be service.

1:22:00 In addition, several men disappeared and these disappearances began to unleash rumors that the same employer held certain men who refused to work the land captive. My grandfather did not want to believe these rumors, for while things were rare on the ranch, he did not believe that the boss was able to treat men as slaves. However, as the days passed and San Bartolo night approached, the disappearances continued. Even the father himself was no longer seen. My grandfather asked the boss several times about his whereabouts, but he told him that the priest simply got bored of the ranch' s life and fled to the nearest city. My grandfather didn' t believe the boss' s words and began to investigate. For this purpose he began to go during the nights to the fields of Siembra and from there he went through the cellars. One night he heard some laments coming from a grain container that they no longer used. He approached and looked down a creek, illuminating a few moments with an oil lamp carrying, saw that inside Enrique was locked up with two other men looked in very bad condition, but my grandfather could not do anything, since if he talked about what was seen, he could expect a fate similar to or similar to that of these three. That night, when he returned, he looked as black clouds approached the horizon. In a few hours it would dawn.

1:23:32 He went home and slept very little, because early a foreman appeared to the commune to inform all day laborers that they would work an hour earlier to reach out to beat the rain. Not all men wanted to go, so among the foremen and other day laborers they were taken against their will to the fields. There, in the fields was the patron Don Agapito. In one hand he carried the one carbine and in the other a machete. When they all arrived, he started threatening to liquidate everything. That man who refused to work. He claimed to be tired of insubordination and disobedience that he would no longer be willing to feed lazy people. Both my grandfather and the other men looked on the horizon. Black clouds charged with lightning. They worked almost at the point of a whip and for more than a couple of times the work had to be stopped, increasing the hatred and courage of Don Agapito. When the rain fell in the night Arrecia and the order was given that the work would continue, even when the sky was falling down giving asses to the men, pushed them into the field, even carried one of the hair and reached the sower, threw it into the mud. He raised his hand where he had the machete. The men were starting to scream. The water viper is coming.

1:24:58 The sky is overrun by the most immense blackness roaring like a hurricane. In that the men who were forcibly dragged ran into the field, losing themselves in the blackness. My grandfather was one of the seven who stayed in place at the time. Even the foremen moved away from Don Agapito, knowing that the demon himself was loosed in an outburst of madness. Don Agapito again raised his machete calling cowards all who did not keep working. Then he challenged God and nature by saying that with the help of his machete, he himself would cut the viper in several parts and thus stop raining my grandfather. He told my grandmother that at that moment everyone saw as the heart of the storm.

1:25:44 He sat on Agapito and unloaded all his fury, dropped a lightning bolt that practically split him in half. At that time they all searched the ranch' s main estates for shelter. The smell of burning was unsettled, and they saw thousands of snakes entering the field in the direction of Agapito' s calcined body. My grandfather took advantage of chaos and confusion to convince one of the men who trusted him to accompany him to the abandoned barn. As they could, they released the priest Enrique and the other two men, which was not easy, because they said that, because of malnutrition, they practically crawled and it was very difficult to stand. With a superhuman effort, they managed to reach my grandfather’ s house, where the wives of several pawns were already located. They quickly threw a couple of blankets at the men who came in wet. Father Henry thanked the men who saved him and God for bringing him out of that martyrdom. The men wondered what to do, for they would not know how to answer to the patroness who was known as sadistic for this.

1:26:57 The rest of the men who had been arriving during the storm began to wonder what they should do. Since no one had an idea, wherever they went it was dangerous. In some States, the Cristera war was quite intense. No one gave ideas and the only one who spoke was Father Enrique, who told them that he knew a place where everyone would be safe. It was a hacienda that by that time everyone was unaware of and that, since the end of the War of Independence, because of its difficult situation, it had not been occupied by anyone, since it did not offer a strategic place, but it did have its own well and some good farmland. He knew this place very well because it belonged to his family and they never told anyone to date they had used it to hide from the conflicts that shook the country.

1:27:53 He was the only living descendant of his family and had no children. The next day, the sun rose on the horizon, turning away all the shadows. They took this as a sign and went out to look for Father Henry' s estate. They were at a slow pace, since both Henry and the other two day laborers were convalescent. They were always looking back with the fear of being caught by the foremen. Luckily, they found some houses unoccupied along the way, as both one of the men and the priest himself seemed to get worse. They found shelter in a little house, on a hillside had been devastated by the war, but still kept a roof. They stayed there. About a week later, Henry and another of the men had a terrible fever and sent for a herb, even though they got it.

1:28:47 Two of the men died. One of them was not even one of those who had rescued, but one of those who went to get the tea plant Men said they had seen a life with a human face. The rest of the men, hearing this story, began to say that the curse invoked on the ranch was following us and sooner or later would catch us. My grandfather. For his part, he had already left behind the evil visions of which he was a victim at the ranch. They had to bury the bodies in the field. Henry led a few prayers. He after drinking the tea seemed to be better, so just finished burying the bodies got back on track.

1:29:31 My grandmother says that they walked where there is no way, through a place where weeds and wild flowers abound. He doesn' t remember exactly what state he was in, but he always said to listen behind his back like a snake' s cyst. One night, Father Henry began acting in a rather strange way. He said he saw the demon in the field, but he had to follow him out of nowhere. He ran away. The men tried to stop him, but he seemed to possess a superhuman force. He did not stop until he threw himself off a cliff where he was devoured by wild cats. They all lamented his death, for he had left them no map.

1:30:16 He only told him to follow a few more miles until he found a huge black cross of wood on a hillside. From there it was to enter by an ancient cistern and just on the other side they would find the hacienda. After walking around noon, they saw the black wooden cross on which three ravens stood. They continued to reach the hollow, where the old cistern was. They had arrived at their destination. The estate was as promised. Priest Henry looked well treated, but unoccupied. The doors weren' t locked, so it wasn' t hard for them to get in. They found some with sodas in jars. Likewise, some cobs that were wildly given picked up as much as they could and even the men gave themselves to the task of hunting a couple of wild hares. The estate was large enough for all the people who were fleeing to have their own room. With the little food there was. I wouldn' t last there for even a month, but people and my grandfather were optimistic. They tilled the earth and cleaned the well of water, but the shadow finally reached them. Once again, after fifteen days, my grandmother drew water from the well, but it did not come out clean, but it was full of small vipers and looking inside, she observed a huge viper with human traits. My grandmother ran to tell her husband.

1:31:50 My grandfather ran with the other men to the well, but they said they saw nothing but clear water. They passed that strange event of mr. My grandmother. However, within a few days, one of the men who were hunting field rats returned frightened. He said he saw the snake swallow one of the companions, who, by the way, had not returned. They all ran to the field where they were hunting and saw with horror how an older woman opened her mouth grotesquely to swallow from one bite to another of the men. All frightened people turned back and shouted out loud that there was a witch and went out in the direction of the hacienda, where they began to pray.

1:32:34 Everyone in a group said my grandmother that they did not hear or see anything unusual for the rest of the night, but at night they heard as if the claws of an animal scratched the main doors of the estate. My grandfather, along with many other men armed with machetes, sticks and crucifixes. They were full of determination to face the snake once and for all. When they came out they saw the serpent flee and far away they saw lights forming another snake. But that snake was not of supernatural origin, but was a group of bandits carrying torches and carbines. Everyone hid where they could. Unfortunately, only some of them managed to save themselves by getting into a septic tank, including my grandparents. Eventually they took the courage to walk again and did not stop until they were rescued by a caravan that was traveling to Guadalajara, where they settled at last and had children. Unfortunately, my grandfather was killed in the Cristero conflict, but my grandmother remembered well the story they passed to get to the place where I live and today, being an older person, I want to share this story. Stories written and adapted by Mauricio Farfán