Y La Maldición Que Las Hizo Surgir Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 Revenge. I was sitting next to my great- grandmother' s bed, a woman known in the family for her cruelty and cold heart. No one wanted her, no one but me, who had always been unable to hold a grudge She was there by her side because she had never shown love or compassion. I felt that no one should die alone the dim light of an oil lamp. He threw strange shadows on the walls. The great- grandmother, with her face full of wrinkles and sunken eyes, stared at me, her breathing was short and weak. I knew he didn' t have much time left. Suddenly, his fragile and trembling hand fell upon mine. I felt a chill running through my arm. His lips moved just a whisper, but I understood that he wanted to tell me something important. I' ve always been good to her. In spite of everything, she wanted me to know why she had been so bad. It wasn' t always like that.

1:07 When she had her first child, my grandfather, he fell seriously ill, was on the verge of death and she was desperate. That was when an evil spirit appeared, offering him a deal would allow him to live within his body. In exchange for my grandfather living up to the age of 100. She accepted because she couldn' t lose her son. There was one condition. If someone in our family caused my grandfather' s death before he was a hundred years old, the deal would be broken and he would die. All the evil she showed wasn' t really her. The evil spirit filled her with hatred and resentment. It was not she who did those things, but the spirit. Through her. The room got darker. The heavier air knew the worst was to come. He had made another covenant with another evil spirit. He let him eat his soul when he died. In exchange for my grandfather dying before the age of 100, that spirit would kill the person responsible for his death. I' m freezing. My great- grandmother ' s words resonated in my mind. She had sacrificed her soul, becoming an object of evil to save her son and had then sealed her fate and that of our family with yet another darker covenant. His breathing became even weaker.

2:38 His eyes closed slowly and his hand lost strength within minutes. She was gone. A few years passed since my great- grandmother' s death, the family tried to move on to the shadow of her confession. He was always present in my mind. My grandfather, already an old man, but still in good health, lived calmly until a disease struck him. It was nothing serious and your trusted doctor prescribed a treatment that should have been enough to keep you stable. My aunt, a stubborn woman convinced that she knew more than everyone else, decided to take matters into her own hands. Despite being a nurse and not a doctor. He thought he knew better than my grandfather ' s doctor. Without consulting anyone else, he decided to change my grandfather ' s treatment was an impulsive and arrogant decision, and its consequences were terrible.

3:36 My grandfather, who was not in a serious condition, began to get worse quickly. Within a few days, his health deteriorated alarmingly. Before we could do anything to reverse the damage, my grandfather passed away. The news of his death affected us deeply, but the circumstances were even more painful. The family broke into a thousand pieces divided by the conflict. My aunt, the cause of this tragedy, tried to wash her hands. He said he had only tried to help and could not foresee the tragic outcome. Many of us, including myself, knew that their arrogance and stupidity had led to death.

4:17 From my grandfather we could not forgive her and the arguments became constant. Some family members defended her by saying that her intentions had been good and that she was not to blame. Others, like me, blamed her directly for her recklessness. My grandfather' s funeral day arrived and the atmosphere was full of tension. The whole family attended, but the divisions and resentments were obvious. Some did not talk to each other, their eyes were cold and their words were few. The loss of my grandfather, combined with the controversy over his death, had destroyed any unity we ever had during the service, I couldn' t help thinking about my aunt' s responsibility for all this.

5:05 Every time I looked at her I felt a wave of anger and sadness. I couldn' t keep quiet. Not after what she had done. At one point I gathered courage and approached her I was standing next to her children, my cousins, but that did not stop me. I looked her right in the eye and called her a killer. My aunt' s face turned pale before I could answer I added that I would pay for killing Grandpa. His expression went from shoc to anger in an instant, but before he could say anything, his children stood in the way. My angry cousins tried to defend their mother. The words became screams and the screams quickly turned into pushes.

5:54 The situation got out of control. In the middle of everything, I intended to reveal to my aunt what the great- grandmother had confessed to me on her deathbed. I wanted him to know about the pact and the consequences he now faced, but at the last minute I decided not to do something. Inside of me, he told me it wasn' t the time or the place. Instead of saying something to my aunt at the funeral, I just pointed a finger at her. That' s what I turned around and left. Two weeks after the funeral. The atmosphere in the family remained tense and painful. The wounds had not healed and everything seemed somber. In the midst of this environment, I received a call from a close relative. I was told that strange and disturbing things were happening in my aunt' s house that had no logical explanation. Disturbing things began to happen. Almost immediately after the funeral, My aunt mentioned that at night, when the house was silent, she heard heavy steps going up and down the stairs. They were not normal sounds, but loud noises, as if someone with heavy boots were deliberately walking. My cousins also experienced disturbing things. They told how the doors of their rooms opened and closed alone in the middle of the night. It didn ' t matter how many times they shut them down and secured. The doors

7:25 were once again opened with a disturbing creak. In addition, they noticed that their personal things, such as books and clothes, appeared scattered throughout the room without anyone touching them. The scariest thing was what happened with the mirrors. My aunt reported that on several occasions, looking in the mirror, she saw a figure behind her, disappearing as soon as she turned around. My cousins had also seen shadows moving in the reflections figures that seemed to observe them with a wrong intention. In addition to the mirrors, the lights in the house began to fail unexplainably. The newly replaced bulbs melted instantly and the lights blinked for no apparent reason. Sometimes the whole house was dark for a few seconds, plunged them into a total darkness that seemed endless. Another disturbing thing was that appliances went on and off alone. Television was on in the middle of the night showing static or changing channels without anyone touching the remote control. The radio was also turned on by itself, tuning in strange stations that transmitted noises, distorted and whispering voices. The behavior of animals in the house also changed.

8:50 The family dog, who had always been quiet, now barked unceasingly into empty corners as if he could see something that humans could not. He refused to enter certain rooms and, when forced to do so, kept trembling and groaning. Listening to these accounts reminded me of the words of my great- grandmother and the covenant she had made. I didn' t mention anything about the entity that might be behind these events. I knew within myself that something dark was fulfilling his promise. My aunt' s house was being visited by a presence that no one could see, but that everyone could feel, and this was just the beginning of an evil that was yet to be completely unleashed.

9:37 The next two weeks brought with them an even more disturbing and violent series of events in my aunt' s house. At first, the incidents had been relatively harmless. Things quickly took a dark and dangerous turn. My aunt and cousins began to experience direct attacks. The entity of which they had our idea had begun to manifest their aggression in physical ways. My aunt woke up with unexplained bruises on her arms and legs, as if someone had grabbed her hard. My cousins also found cuts and scratches that they couldn' t explain.

10:18 At first they thought they might have accidentally hurt themselves during the day, but it soon became clear that these incidents occurred in their sleep. In addition to bruises and cuts, small domestic accidents began to occur that seemed too coordinated to make simple coincidences. Objects fell from shelves at the exact moment someone was passing under. The carpets were sliding under their feet, making them stumble and fall. The situation became increasingly dangerous and the fear in the house was constant. But the biggest tragedy came one morning when they prayed they found the family dog, dead in the backyard was lying on the grass. The most disturbing thing was the way they found him without a tongue and with his head turned at an unnatural angle. Clearly the cause of his death. The scene was macabre and chilling. My aunt and cousins, unable to understand what was really happening, came to the conclusion that it must have been the work of a thief. They thought that someone had tried to steal and being frustrated by the dog, brutally took it out on him. This explanation did not alleviate the terror they felt. They buried the dog in the courtyard, but the incident only served to intensify the atmosphere of fear and paranoia in the house. I heard all this through what they were telling other relatives. The stories that came

11:54 to my ears were increasingly terrifying objects moving by themselves lights that blinked and strange noises went out in the night. Everything indicated that something dark and powerful was present in that house. As soon as I heard about the dog' s death, I knew the end was near. I remembered the words of my great- grandmother and the covenant she had made. I wouldn' t mention his name directly. I understood well the nature of the spirit with which I had made a deal. This spirit was nourished by the last breath of living beings and was feared by their ability to absorb the vital essence of both humans and animals. At the time of his death, there was something even more sinister about his behavior. When this entity was in a house where there was an animal buried, it had the ability to possess the body. This possession allowed him to attack the inhabitants of the house with ferocity and evil. I knew that the death of the dog and his burial in the backyard had only served to strengthen the presence of the spirit in my aunt' s house.

13:05 The situation in my aunt' s house became unsustainable. The manifestations of the spirit became more frequent and violent. No one could sleep peacefully, and stress and fear began to affect everyone' s health. On one occasion, my aunt was pushed by an invisible force as she went down the stairs, resulting in a fall that almost knocked her unconscious. My cousins also began to experience similar attacks. One of them was dragged out of his bed in the middle of the night and another was locked in a room unable to leave until the door opened alone. After several hours. Several days passed without anyone knowing anything about my aunt and my cousins. The lack of news and the lack of response to calls and visits began to concern other family members. They decided to force the door in and find out what had happened. The bodies of my aunt and cousins were scattered throughout the house, each in a position that indicated a desperate struggle to survive. They all had dog bites on their legs, deep, bleeding marks showing a brutal attack. In addition to the bites, each of them had his head turned at a grotesque angle. Clearly the cause of his death. It was obvious to me what had happened. The spirit had fulfilled its vengeance. The bites in the legs were to immobilize them,

14:39 to ensure they could not escape Once they were lying on the ground, bleeding and weakened. The spirit had come out of the dog' s body and had killed them one by one. The definitive proof of this horrific theory lay in the middle of the room the corpse of the dog, the same one that we had died and had been buried days earlier, was there in an advanced state of decomposition. The most disturbing thing was the fresh blood staining his mouth. There was no doubt that dog, who should have been dead and buried, had been the instrument of the spirit to carry out his vengeance.

15:22 Authorities tried to find a logical explanation for the deaths. They considered the possibility of an attack by a rabid dog. But the presence of the decaying corpse in the middle of the room, with fresh blood in the mouth, was something they could not explain. For me there was no need to seek rational explanations. I knew perfectly well what had happened to Gunny. When I was a kid, my grandmother used to tell me stories about the Gunnis. He told me that the Guni were people with very special knowledge of medicine and spiritual rituals in his village. People had a lot of respect for them, but also a lot of fear. My grandmother described them as people who moved in silence and were always watching others. The guni knew a lot about plants and herbs and used them to make medicines. My grandmother said they could cure diseases with remedies that looked like they were taken from horror stories. Besides being healers, the guni were also spiritual healers. My grandmother said they could chase away evil spirits and protect people from the evil eye. They performed rituals that included prayers, offerings, and amulets. My grandmother said that the Guni could see things that the others couldn' t. He said they could feel the presence

16:56 of spirits and knew how to treat them so they wouldn' t hurt them. Sometimes they used holy water to purify places or people, but that water was not common. He was picked up at night without a moon from secret sources. They also washed and said blessings that brought a strange calm. In the air there was the smell of incense and something more difficult to describe and it was a little scary. Not everything was good. My grandmother also talked about the fears and superstitions surrounding the Gunni. Some people accused them of practicing witchcraft and black magic. They said that just as they could heal, they could also cause harm. These accusations used to come from fear of the unknown and mistrust of those who possessed knowledge that others did not understand. There were stories of villagers who dared to challenge them and ended up disappearing. These stories impressed me a lot and sometimes scared me. There were stories about the Gunnys using their powers to control or invoke evil spirits. My grandmother said these stories were few but enough for some people to be afraid of. The Gunnys had a power that could be seen as a blessing or as a threat, depending on how their intentions were understood. Sometimes accounts were heard of people who had

18:26 been cursed and their bodies weakened without explanation. For her they were feared people who deserved respect for their knowledge and skills. He taught me to value what they knew and to understand that some things might seem strange or mysterious. There was always a reason behind every practice, but always in his eyes there was a fear, a shadow that showed that he respected them more for fear than for admiration. Every time we talked about the Gunnys, my grandmother reminded me to be respectful and never make fun of their practices. He said that respect for them was essential, not only for their knowledge, but also because their job was to protect and heal the Community. But in whispers he added that it was better to stay away from them, not tempt their luck or attract their attention. These stories about the Gunn were recorded in my memory. Sometimes I was afraid to hear about his powers and rituals. I was also curious about their knowledge and how they controlled people. The Gunnys were part of my grandmother' s life and I never saw or knew them. I knew they were always there, moving in the shadows ready to help or punish as needed.

19:51 When I was about twenty, I had a girlfriend who at first seemed lovely. Over time, his behavior became more and more difficult. She was jealous, controlling and possessive. At first I tried to understand it, but it became more and more difficult. His behavior became a real problem. There came a point where I couldn' t take it anymore. I decided to end it, hoping that it would put an end to the anguish that caused me. I remember well, the day I did it was in a small cafe, a neutral place, where I thought the situation would be more manageable. At first he tried to convince me not to do so, but when he saw that my decision was firm, his face changed with a voice full of resentment. He told me His words left me uneasy, but I tried not to give it importance. Several weeks passed since that conversation and I began to notice something strange. Everything seemed normal during the day, but at nightfall, an inquiet feeling was beginning to take over me. I could be walking down a street at six forty- five in the afternoon without feeling anything out of the ordinary. Just as the sun began to set, everything changed.

21:12 I felt a presence, something that watched me from the shadows. At first I thought it was all in my mind. Maybe the stress of having ended with my girlfriend was affecting me more than I thought, but the feeling didn ' t disappear Every day. When the sun began to hide, I felt someone looking at me, no matter if I was on a crowded street or just in my house. I always felt those eyes on me. One night as I walked back home, that feeling became very strong. It was seven o' clock in the afternoon and everything was quiet, but just as the sun began to hide, I felt a chill. Look, look, I looked around, but I didn' t see anyone. I was sure someone was following me. I started walking faster wanting to get home as soon as possible. When I arrived at my apartment, I closed the door tightly and tried to calm down. My heart. I was beating so fast and I couldn' t stop thinking about what my ex- girlfriend had told me.

22:21 His words haunted my head and filled me with fear. From that day on, I tried not to leave when it was starting to get dark. I was doing everything I could to be home before sunset, but the feeling of being observed was still even inside my apartment. I felt that something was watching me from the shadows, closing all the windows and doors and keeping the lights on waiting for the light to turn away whatever was stalking me, but I knew I couldn' t live like this forever. I needed to find a solution, find out he was chasing me and stop him. The idea that she could be behind all this filled me with terror. Every night. The feeling of being observed became stronger and the fear grew within me. I decided to look for my grandmother, she was already in a wheelchair, blind and other health problems that she had over ninety years. Despite her condition, she knew she could help me. When I arrived at his house, he received me I told him everything that was happening to me, every detail of the feeling of being observed. When he heard my story, his face became serious.

23:38 He held my hand hard, something he did not expect and with a trembling but firm voice. He told me that what was harassing me was a gunny. He explained to me that most likely my ex- girlfriend would have asked a gunny for help to bother me. He told me they didn' t want to hurt me physically, but if I couldn' t get rid of the gunny, I could go crazy. His words were serious and he couldn' t stop thinking about them. My grandmother told me that I had to talk directly to the gunny to ask him to stop tormenting me. He explained to me that I should wait for full moon night. That night I had to go out into the yard of my house with the coran in my hand. He told me to read aloud and assured me that in doing so, the guni would appear in front of me that night. My grandmother' s words kept ringing in my mind. Every day that passed I was getting closer to the night of the full moon. I knew I had to prepare for what came on full moon night. Finally, he came with his heart beating hard, I took the coran and went out into the courtyard. The air was cold and the moon lit the place with a pale light. I remembered my grandmother' s instructions and with a trembling voice. I began to read aloud the words he had taught me. As I read, I felt a presence around me, a shadow that seemed to move with the wind.

25:08 I kept reading, trying to keep my voice steady. The feeling of being observed became more intense and, suddenly, the air became heavy, almost unbreathable. Then a figure began to take shape in the dark. I knew it was the gunny. His presence was oppressive and my whole body trembled with fear. The figure had a person' s body, but his face was different. He had no human eyes, but two dark holes that seemed to absorb all the light around him. His nose was just a shadow and his mouth was a crooked line that didn' t look human. The skin on his face was pale and waxy like that of a corpse. The vision made me almost faint from the impression, but I managed to control myself with my voice almost dry. I lost him to give someone that please leave me alone.

26:03 My words seemed to get lost in the heavy air, but I repeated them over and over again in the hope that he would listen to me. The guni remained silent for a few moments that seemed eternal. Then his figure began to fade slowly into the darkness. I felt a relief as I watched him disappear as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Since that night I have never again felt the oppressive presence that had tormented me for weeks. He vanished with the gunny. The next day I told my grandmother what had happened. She smiled and told me she always knew she could do it.

26:47 His wisdom, despite his state, had been my salvation. From that day on, my ex- girlfriend' s threat vanished into thin air and life returned to normal. The scars of the experience continue to dawn reminding me of the meeting with the gunny and the power of the shadows lurking in the night called work in a telephone service center of an American company. Our job is to attend customer calls, mainly to solve problems or answer questions about the products or services we offer. One night, while I was working, I got a call that left me very surprised. Usually all calls are from U S clients, but this call was different. From the beginning, the caller ID didn' t show any number, it just said unknown number. I answered regularly waiting for an annoying client or a common query, but on the other side of the line I heard a voice I recognized instantly. It was my older brother' s voice. Last time I saw my brother, he was twenty, one night he left the house and never came back. We ' re looking everywhere for him. We talked to the police, we put up posters with his picture, but there was never any clue where he was

28:17 in time. Our family accepted the painful possibility that we would never see him again. My heart began to beat very quickly a mixture of disbelief and hope. He invaded me before I could say anything. My brother spoke saying he was fine. After that, the call was abruptly cut. I was paralyzed with the earpiece still in my hand and mind full of questions. I tried calling the number again, but I didn' t succeed. The screen continued to show unknown number and there was no way to trace the call. That night I couldn' t concentrate on my work. My brother' s words resonated in my mind over and over again, but there was something even more puzzling. In our offices. Calls are randomly distributed among operators. There is no way to guarantee who will answer a particular call then how did my brother know what I would be the one to answer his call? The questions tormented me, but most of all, the possibility that my brother was really alive after all these years filled me with indescribable anxiety. Getting home that night was an unreal experience. I couldn' t stop thinking about the call I had received at work. Upon crossing the door, I saw my mother sitting on her usual couch, looking into the void. My father was in the kitchen

29:49 making him a cup of tea. I knew I had to tell her what had happened, but I had to do it very carefully so my mother wouldn ' t find out. Any alteration could worsen his already fragile state of mind. I waited for my mother to retire to her room. Then I approached my father and asked him to go out to the backyard to talk. The night was cool and quiet. Only the distant noise of traffic was heard. I told him about the call I got at work, my brother' s voice. My father looked at me with disbelief. The color went out of his face and his hands began to tremble. I assured him that I had recognized the voice immediately. I had no doubt that he was my brother, but I also shared my concern about how my brother knew I would answer that call. Uncertainty left us both confused. It' s been five days since that first call. Every day I spent I had more questions and fewer answers.

30:55 I was constantly looking at my phone and waiting at the same time for it to ring again. During those days I tried to concentrate on my work, but the tension was evident. On the fifth day, as I was answering a call from an annoying client, the caller ID showed my heart again unknown number, rolled over and felt a knot in my stomach. With a shaking hand. I answered the other side of the line. Again I heard my brother' s voice and it happened exactly the same as the time before. This second call confirmed my fears and hopes. It wasn' t a coincidence or a cruel joke. My brother was alive and he was trying to communicate with me. I came home that night with the weight of the second call. My father was waiting for me in the living room without saying a word. He looked me in the eye and knew it had happened. Again.

31:52 I took him to the backyard and told him about the second call. His reaction was similar to the first time. We didn' t know what to turn to, what happened to follow, or whether we should tell anyone else about these calls. All we knew was that my brother was somehow still alive and was calling us uncertainty. It was unbearable. My brother was always a cheerful and full of life. He was 20 years old when he disappeared without a trace. I remember the last time I saw him was one night. Like anyone else, he came out of the house saying he was going to meet some friends, but he never came back. My brother' s disappearance was a very hard blow to our whole family. At first, the police moved quickly, searched everywhere, talked to their friends and acquaintances, and put up posters with their photo on every corner of the city. Weeks passed, months later, and there was no clue as to where he was in time. Our hopes of finding him alive went out. A year after he disappeared, the police stopped looking for him. We were told that they had done everything they could, but that they no longer had the resources to continue without new clues. My brother' s disappearance greatly affected our family, especially our mother. At first, she was hoping that he would come back every time the phone rang or someone would knock on the door. His face lit

33:25 up with a little hope, but over time, that hope went out. Our mother started losing her mind. Little by little, his mental health deteriorated so much that he no longer recognized reality. We didn' t take her to a psychiatric hospital because we feared that it would only make her worse and, besides, we couldn' t afford it. My father stopped working to take care of her. He spent his days at home watching her make sure she didn' t get hurt. In the meantime, I had to find out how to keep my work at customer service offices was not enough to pay all the expenses. The situation led us to a desperate point. The day I got the third call, I knew something was going to change dramatically.

34:17 That afternoon, while attending to clients, as always, the caller ID showed again unknown number. My heart started beating hard and a cold sweat ran through my forehead. I responded with the same mixture of anxiety and hope as before. This time, my brother' s voice didn' t just say he was okay. He spoke longer, and what he said, it smelled my blood. He told me he needed to see me He asked me to go alone with no one else. He said that in the morning he would be in a specific place and that he wanted me to find him. There. The place you mentioned wasn' t just outside the city. But if in a rather lonely area, it was a street where before there was a factory that closed and was dismantled years ago, there was absolutely nothing on that block, only ruins and a disturbing silence. I agreed to go to the agreed place. Everything seemed so weird and dangerous to me. The possibility of seeing my brother again after so many years was too strong to ignore. I told him I' d be there at the time he said that night while I was getting ready to go out. I was nervous and scared, but also excited about the possibility of seeing my brother. I left my job at eight o' clock at night, as usual, tried not to show how nervous I was, but it was difficult. I came home and had silent dinner

35:50 without mentioning the third call to my father. I knew this would only worry him more and besides, my brother had been clear he should go alone. After dinner I stayed in the living room watching TV. I pretended to be interested in the program, but my mind was somewhere else. The waiting became endless. Every minute I went too slow. Finally, as the time approached, I decided to start my plan to leave without raising suspicion. I told my father that a friend had called me to ask me for an urgent favor. I pretended to bother having to leave so late, hoping that would convince him that it was just a brief and harmless exit. My father nodded, asked no further questions. I got up and got out of the house.

36:43 I drove to the place where I was staying to meet my brother. The city seemed asleep, the streets were deserted and the silence of the night only increased my anxiety. While driving, I stopped at a convenience store to buy a drink that my brother had always liked very much. I thought maybe it would be a good gesture to bring you something that would remind you of better times. I went back to the car and continued my way to the deserted block, where the factory used to be. The streets became more and more lonely as I approached the place. I finally got to the vicinity of the abandoned factory. I parked the car at a distance and went down carrying the drink in my hand. I looked around, looking for some sign of my brother. The minutes passed and there was no trace of him. Then, in the distance, I noticed a distant, blurred figure walking slowly. My heart started beating harder. As I tried to focus the view as it approached.

37:49 The lamps on the banks of the block lighted that figure slightly. It wasn' t exactly the same as I remembered my brother. Many years had passed and the features were quite similar. I assumed it was him. The figure kept coming and when it was about ten meters from me, it stopped From that distance, I heard his voice, the same voice of my brother, asking me to approach. As something strange approached me, it began to happen. The figure I saw began to change color. Getting darker. His eyes began to shine with an intense green color. I couldn' t believe what I was seeing, but it was impossible to ignore it. The figure that once seemed human became something completely different, something that was not human.

38:43 At that moment I understood the truth. That wasn' t my brother. I felt a deep terror, a fear I had never felt before without thinking about it. Twice I turned around and ran as fast as I could back to my car. My feet hit the pavement hard. I could hear something behind me chasing me I didn' t dare look back. The adrenaline was driving me and every part of my body was focused on getting to the car. I got to the car I pulled open the door and threw myself inside with trembling hands. I turned on the engine and stepped on the throttle thoroughly. The car started and I drove away at full speed from that place.

39:27 I looked through the rearview mirror and saw a dark shadow moving quickly, but it failed to reach me. As I drove home, my mind was full of thoughts about what I had just lived on, an entity I had heard stories about since I was a child. I had taken my brother' s form to lure me into his trap. It is a spirit that calls people at night or in the dark with a familiar voice. It' s a very dangerous spirit skulls in my work. Death is common every time we go to the jungle. We know there are many ways someone can die. There are snakes, poisons, dangerous insects, toxic plants and rivers that seem calm, but they are very dangerous. We always have to be alert because we don' t know what can happen. Last time we went to the jungle, something really weird happened to us. We were in the heart of the jungle following the orders of an Indian scholar. This man was sure there were ruins hidden in a mountain. He hired us to help him find them.

40:43 We took the job because we needed the money. We knew it was dangerous. The trip to the place was very difficult. The Forest is a very hot and humid place. The road was full of roots and branches that seemed to want to stop us, but we moved on because we wanted to find those ancient ruins. Several days passed before we noticed that something was not right. First we hear strange noises at night. They sounded like whispers and creaks, but they didn' t look like normal animals. Then one of our partners disappeared. We looked everywhere, but we didn' t find him the next morning. The academic who hired us was very affected. He came with great hopes and a clear mission, but this situation shook him. He told us if we wanted to, we could get out of there for help.

41:42 We replied that the decision was yours. He' d still have to pay us the full amount agreed upon. After thinking about it, he decided to continue the mission. After this incident we continued to search for the ruins for four more days. We continued with fear the acl ademic, who led the expedition decided to change the strategy a little. He told us there must be a road leading to the entrance of the ruins. We walked away from the mountain about eight kilometers. We found an area where the vegetation was not so dense, making it easier to search the ground. Twelve days passed before we found something in this new area, we found small carved stone plates embedded in the ground. This discovery gave us new hope. We started digging, but not too deep. The only thing we did was to expose the road of the carved stone in the hope that it would take us to the entrance of the ruins we were looking for. The excavations were difficult every day, under the heat and humidity of the jungle, we worked tirelessly waiting for the road to lead us to our destination. Every stone we dug up made us feel like we were closer to discovering something big. It took us a few days, but finally the carved stone road took us back to the mountain. The emotion was growing between us. At the end of the road. We didn

43:15 ' t find any ruin, no secret entrance. Instead, the road ended up in a well. The initial disappointment quickly turned into horror when we realized what was in the well. It was full of human skulls. There were hundreds of skulls stacked on top of each other. Seeing so many skulls together left us paralyzed. The scholar thought that this well was where the people who had used the ruins left the remains of their sacrifices. Some deity. I had been working in the Forest for over fourteen years, always looking for something interesting for anthropologists. I told the academic that in that area of the Jungle deities that give blood sanctuaries more than three thousand years ago had ceased to worship themselves. This made it impossible for those skulls to still be in the well.

44:07 The well was not isolated from the environment, not covered with a large rock or sealed in any way. When we found it, it was open like a sewer without a lid. This meant that the skulls had been exposed to the environment. Over time, rain, animals, and other factors would have destroyed any remaining humans. The preservation of those skulls, as we simply found them, was not possible. What we found in that well made no sense according to what we knew about the history of the region. The academic couldn' t believe my idea. He looked at me surprised as if he thought I couldn' t have such a good idea. We decided to search near the mountain around the well. Five days passed and we found nothing that said there were ruins, not even a cave that could lead to ruins inside the mountain. There was nothing. One morning, while we were eating, the academic told us that would be the last day of searching. The next day we' d start coming home. He had not found the ruins, but the photographs of the carved stone road and the well with the skulls would serve to show that there were people in the area a long time ago.

45:28 That night, when we were already sleeping, we heard a strange noise seemed to come from under the earth, as if something was ending up to come out. The noise came from the well with the skulls. We all ran to see what happened. What we saw left us breathless. The skulls were coming out of the well as if something were pushing them from below in the middle of confusion. We saw some big horns coming out of the well, we were paralyzed by fear. From the well. A creature came out that we' ve never seen before. It was huge and terrifying, with sharp fangs and bright red eyes. His skin was dark almost black, had many arms and was very large, about three meters high. His presence filled us with fear. I didn' t know what that was, but I knew it wasn' t normal. I tried to back off, but fear had me paralyzed. The creature took three steps and advanced five meters, long enough to grab the academic. He picked it up like it didn' t weigh anything. He kicked around and tried to let go screaming for help. But both I and the others were paralyzed, unable to react. The creature opened her huge mouth and bit the scholar in the arm. The screams became even more desperate at the time. We reacted and started running. As he fled,

47:00 the creature screamed deafeningly and threw the upper part of the academic' s body with incredible strength. Half the body flew through the air and hit one of my companions, violently dropping it to the ground. The impact was so strong that he broke his head. The creature tried to pursue us, but his size and weight did not allow him to move quickly. We ran without looking back with the image of the beast and the brutal death of our companions engraved in our minds. The Jungle, which was already a place of nightmare, had become even more dangerous and terrifying. We managed to escape over the years. Finally, I understood what I had seen that night in the Jungle.

47:45 The creature that came out of the well was a racosh. Racoch are mentioned in Hindu religious books and tales such as Maja Barata and Ramayana. They are monsters that are said to have emerged from the breath of Brahma, the Creator God, or as descendants of sages and demons. They' re giants with sharp fangs and bright red eyes. Their skin is dark sometimes in reddish or bluish colors. They may have many arms and heads to change shape, but the scariest thing is that they are always hungry for human flesh and enjoy deceiving people. That night we faced something we couldn' t understand. The Racoch, with its large size and brutality, was a horror that the jungle was hiding. The memory of that night and the vision of the Racosh remain with me until today. Every detail of his appearance, every violent action, is engraved in my memory. The jungle, with all its natural hazards, was hiding something much more terrifying and ancient. The creature was a sign that there are things in this world that we cannot understand or control dark forces that remain ocus. Since that night I have lived with the certainty that racoch are not just legends, they are real and represent the true terror that lurks in the darkest corners of nature