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Ese No Era Mi Perro - Una Experiencia Pranormal Que Te Dejará Helado - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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There was something disturbing about the way the shadows clung to the memories of my
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childhood. Although I had always attributed my experiences to children' s imagination,
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recent events led me to reconsider everything I lived on my grandparents' farm.
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I feel the urgency of releasing those memories, of sharing them with someone without
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being judged and that, better, than remaining anonymous in the vastness of the
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Internet. In my family there is a peculiar tradition. Children, at birth,
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are sent to live on the farm of grandparents from the time they stop
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breast- feeding to the age of five or six. We were raised in
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that rural environment, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, with
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the belief that nature, fresh air and interaction with animals would strengthen our immune
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system by preventing future diseases. I cannot deny that everyone in my family is
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notoriously healthy, but the question of whether it was really necessary to send the
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children to the farm remains in my mind. My experience was unique, as
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I was the only one in my generation who spent the five years raising on
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the farm entirely alone. My cousins, usually of similar ages, shared their
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time with other children. I, on the other hand, lived my loneliness,
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accompanied only by my grandparents and the animals of the farm too small.
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To contribute to the agricultural work, I explored the vast lands. Day after
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day, the farm was isolated without other children in miles around. My only
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company consisted of cow moaning, chicken caking, and the smooth jogging of horses.
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That loneliness prompted me to create an imaginary friend, a companion who made
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me feel less lonely in the middle of rural vastness. However, my imaginary
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friend was not another child, but a half- breed dog named Sam.
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Sam. It was a large cane, with fallen ears and a greyish fur
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waving with the breeze of the field. His blue eyes radiated intelligence and a
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curious spark of fun. Because of my young age of about four years,
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back then, Same' s figure in my memory is blurry, like a
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dream struggling to stay alive. I can' t remember all the details,
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but there are moments that remain etched in my mind. It was one day
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as I looked at the cows in the field, when Sam, in his
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initial ordinary dog form, approached me in the middle of the rural routine,
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something in the capture of my attention. I wasn' t afraid of him,
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as it wasn' t strange to see dogs wandering on the property.
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However, Sam was not an ordinary dog. Its imposing size stood out even
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among the biggest roads I approached. And when my little hands touched his grayish
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fur, something extraordinary happened. Sam, instead of freaking out, seemed to
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smile at me with his blue eyes full of intelligence. It was then that,
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at a time that could only have occurred in the mind of a child,
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I asked her if she wanted to be my friend to my surprise,
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San answered in the affirmative, although her voice was peculiar, as if her
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vocal cords were not fully adapted for conversation. Our friendship was forged at that
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moment and Sam became my loyal companion. San had the unique ability to stand
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on two legs and move like a human jumping and running with a grace that
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challenged all logic. However, these peculiarities were devanished as he approached someone else
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in the presence of my grandparents. San was once again making an ordinary dog
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with no indication of his outstanding abilities. That day, when my grandfather discovered
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us playing in the barn, he praised the magnitude of San, but he
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didn' t seem to notice anything else and asked me where the dog came
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from, and my simple answer was that Sama had come alone and had become
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my best friend. From that day on, Sam stayed with us at the
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Farm, but I noticed a strange duality in his behavior. He never spoke
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or stood on two legs near my grandparents. He was always returning to his
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canine form before his presence and when I asked Sam about this transformation, he
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explained to me in his strange voice that he was doing it because my grandparents
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would not understand it. He assured me that our secret, his ability to
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talk and walk on two legs, would be more fun if only the two
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of us knew. I loved that idea and it became our covenant, a
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special bond that we shared. While the rest of the world saw Sam as
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a simple dog. The complicity between s Sam and me grew as we explored
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every corner of the Farm. Our days were filled with laughter, secrets and
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discoveries. Sam, with his sparkling eyes, became my closest confidante. However,
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as time passed, the shadows of the farm began to dye our friendship
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with a disquieting nuance. For the rest of my stay in my grandparents'
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village, Sam became practically my best friend and confidant. I often begged my
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grandparents to let Sam sleep in my room. But my grandmother, with her
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obvious rejection of him, always refused Her disdain for the dogs inside the house,
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manifested herself clearly in her attitude and her reaction to Zamera, particularly intense
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every time she mentioned the possibility of Sam staying in my room. My grandmother
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seemed to be irritated and I was encouraged to stop talking about it. In
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retrospect, I realize that my grandmother considered it unhealthy for a child to have
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an imaginary friend, and even more so if this friend was an imaginary dog.
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Despite having other animals on the farm, including two dogs and some cats,
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Sam' s presence always caused a palpable discomfort in my grandmother. He
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often told me to stop wasting time playing with Sammy, to find activities more
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appropriate for a girl my age. Although I tried not to pay much attention
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to my grandmother' s reserves, I also have memories that all the animals
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on the farm seemed to get nervous when Sam was around. I attributed this
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behavior to Sam' s uniqueness, thinking that ordinary animals were envious of his
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uniqueness. In my childish mind, I ignored the signs that might have indicated
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something more sinister. Trying to explore more in my memory, I remembered an
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occasion when, playing on the banks of the Farm, I asked San why
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he was so different from the other dogs. Instead of getting a clear answer,
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Sam stared at me for a few minutes before expressing that my mind and
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my desire to have a friend had given him a higher consciousness than other animals.
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That explanation at the time left me puzzled and without fully understanding what Sam
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meant. However, over time, that explanation changed. I remember one night
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when I was woken up by soft bumps in my window when I opened I
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found San scratching the window with his fingernails a careful gesture so as not to
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wake up my grandparents. Intrigued, I asked him what he wanted and he
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reminded me that my grandmother had forbidden him to enter the house, but this
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time Sam' s offer was different. He invited me to a place where
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I could meet more dogs like him, who could become my friends. Also
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despite the initial excitement at the idea of meeting other beings as special as Sam,
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the prospect of leaving the house in the middle of the night scared me.
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I proposed that we could do it the next day, but San insisted
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it had to be at that time or everyone would be angry at the proposal
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to venture into the darkness of the night. Despite my fear, I unleashed
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a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in my heart. Despite my desire not to
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upset Sam, the simple idea of leaving my house in the middle of the
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night gave me palpable fear. After a prolonged insistence from Sam, where I
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tried to convince myself to go out with him to meet other dogs, my
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persistent refusal reached a critical point. It was then, with some sadness in
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his blue eyes, that Sam gave in and expressed the bitter reality. If
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you don' t come with me, we can never be friends again.
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In that instinct he retreated, re- adopted his ordinary dog form and quickly
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walked away, fading away from my life for a while. The next few
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weeks passed with a deep emotional vacuum. As San' s absence filled my
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heart with sadness, I felt guilty as if my decision had driven away my
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only friend. The waiting became endless and every day without truth, I was
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agonizing my sorrow. However, about a month and a half later, San
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returned to the barn as if nothing had happened. Joy took hold of me
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when I saw him. Sam again hugged him tightly, expressing how much I
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' d missed him. Sam with his peculiar voice, admitted that he had
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also missed me. We barely made up. A new proposal emerged to meet
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the other dogs with the sun illuminating the day. San suggested that we might
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venture to visit other dogs in the eyes. Despite the initial emotion, my
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concern focused on my grandmother' s possible disapproval of my departure without adult supervision.
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When I shared this concern with Sam, he simply dismissed the importance of
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my grandmother’ s opinion and encouraged me to follow it. Although I doubted.
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The fear that Sam would leave again and not come back led me to
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agree. We both headed towards the exit of the farm and although Sam was
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walking back on four legs pretending to be a common dog, his intelligence and
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ability to guide me were undeniable. From time to time unintelligible whispers indicated the
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way forward. Although I felt lost about the exact direction we were taking,
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I trusted Sam. However, as we turned around we ran into a man
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who turned out to be a close friend of my grandfather' s. Her
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expression of surprise when she saw a little girl as young as four accompanied by
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a dog, made her assume she was lost. He approached me with questions
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about my whereabouts and the location of my grandparents. Unable to respond coherently,
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the man tried to get me up to take me back to the farm.
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That' s when Sam En, an unexpected turn, took an aggressive attitude
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trying to bite the man' s arm. The situation became chaotic and confusion
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was reflected in the eyes of both. The memories of that incident were gathering
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in my mind with speed, blurring in an amalgam of images and sounds resounding
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in my memory. It all happened so fast that I could barely distinguish between
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reality and nightmare. Sam' s voice, clearly identifiable in my mind,
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uttering words stay out of your way is mine, resounding like a distorted echo.
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The rapid arrival of the inhabitants of the village attracted by the commotion marked
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a turn ins prando in the situation. They tried everything to take Sam away
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from that man, but his efforts seemed useless in the face of the strength
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and tenacity of the mysterious dog. The tension reached its highest point when a
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village resident made the decision to use a weapon to release the man trapped in
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Sam' s jaws. The sound of the shot resonated in the air followed
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by an almost human scream from Sam. The impact forced him to release his
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prey and flee at full speed, disappearing among the mountains of the village back
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in the Farm I was returned Sana and saved to my grandparents' house.
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The words circulated in whispers throughout the people, speculating about the reason behind Saam
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' s attack. Some claimed that Sam had misinterpreted my grandfather' s friend
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' s intentions, while others suggested more disturbing theories about the nature of my
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grandfather. Moved by my sadness and concern, he tried to look for Sam
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in the following days, but found no trace. Sam' s departure left
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a void in my heart, but life continued. Soon afterwards I left the
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town to return to the city, where the school routine and daily responsibilities completely
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absorbed me. In time. Sam' s memories became blurry by attributing them
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to the imagination of a girl with too much free time. A few days
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ago, however, I received news that my grandfather was seriously ill and that
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his end seemed imminent. The news brought the whole family back to the village
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to the Farm, where we had all lived part of our childhood. The
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first days spent in an atmosphere of relative normality with the family gathered around the
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grandfather, trying to create memories and express our love in his last days.
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Eventually I found a moment to explore the Farm, something I hadn' t
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done in years. As I walked through dusty corridors and rooms full of memories,
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I came across a piece of furniture full of old photographs. There were
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captured the faces of all the grandchildren who at some point had shared the farm
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during our childhood. The images evoked forgotten moments, childhood laughter and moments of
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complicity. In the middle of all those pictures, one in particular caught my
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attention. It was a snapshot of Sam and I, captured in a moment
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of joy and complicity. That image unearthed memories that had remained hidden in the
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depths of me. Mind, the exploration of the photographs in my grandparents'
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house plunged me into a mixture of nostalgia and shocking revelations. Most of the
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images evoked diffuse memories of my childhood on the farm. However, among all
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these photographs, an n n n n r r N caught my attention intensely
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and disturbingly. In the image, a younger version of myself embraced a dog
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identical to my remembered imaginary friend, Sam, The surprise took hold of me
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and a chill ran through my spine. My eyes looked at the photograph and
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my heart was pounding as I looked at Sam' s figure, his greyish
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fur I saw his blue eyes that seemed to look at me from the past.
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The scale of the dog sitting next to me childish, seemed much more
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imposing than I remembered. Unchaining a shocking revelation. The image shattered the barrier
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I had built in my mind. The deep- rooted belief that Sam was
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simply a fruit of my imagination. For years he had relegated Sama' s
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existence to the realm of childish fantasy, convinced that he had never been a
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real dog. However, the evidence in front of me contradicted all my certainties.
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That dog who had always considered the product of my creativity and childish loneliness,
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was tangible in a photograph, demonstrating its existence beyond imagination. Fear gripped
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me with an indescribable sensation that reflected on my pale face. My trembling hands
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could not contain the glass of water that held and the glass crashed into the
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ground with an unexpected roar. My grandmother, alerted by the noise, came
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down quickly to find me in that state of amazement and fear. Pointing out
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Sam' s photograph, I tried to explain to my grandmother the shock she
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was experiencing visibly nervousness. He confirmed that the dog in the image was in
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fact, Sam told me that I had taken him home without knowing exactly where
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he came from and that I had always felt a discomfort towards him. Despite
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their reluctance, they decided to allow Sam to stay, for my affection seemed
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irremediably to have gained. My grandmother' s confession added a layer of mystery
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and tension to the situation where Sam came from because my grandmother felt that anxiety
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toward him. These questions danced in my mind, stirring my perception of reality
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and fueling the fear that gripped me. When I asked about Sam' s
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disappearance, my grandmother shared a story that shed light on that dark episode told
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how Sama had attacked the man who was trying to take me back to the
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Farm. During that trip I had alone in the village, the shot echoed
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in my memory the almost human cry of Sam and his subsequent disappearance among the
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mountains. The pieces of the puzzle fitted together and my grandmother revealed the details
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that had remained hidden for so long. The atmosphere of my grandparents' house
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was filled with a silence their onus. After my grandmother' s revelation,
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we talked all night trying to rebuild the missing fragments of my childhood at the
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Farm. Memories flowed like a cloudy river, but among the turbulent waters emerged
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the figure of Sam, my imaginary friend, turned into a disconcerting and real
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presence. Despite my grandmother' s confession, I couldn' t help but
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wonder if all that had simply been the product of my childish imagination. I
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had found Sam wandering around, my mind had given him extraordinary features. It
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had been in a normal dog that my grandparents accepted into the farm and I
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had woven a magical narrative around him. I decided to leave the subject in
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the air and focus on the final days with my grandfather. Memories seemed to
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fade and intertwine with family conversations. Sam' s existence was either a memory
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or a tangible reality. I wasn' t supposed to tarnish those moments.
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However, fate had other plans for me. On the fifth day, along
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with my cousins, we went out to buy some stuff at the local store.
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While waiting in line to pay for an unusual sound caught my attention.
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It was like the wailing of several dogs, a groan that cut the air
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with a note of anguish. I instinctively turned to the sound source and,
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to my disbelief, there was Sam. He walked among people as if time
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had not passed. For him. My heart accelerated to the unexpected appearance of
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my friend, of childhood as alive and real as any other being in the
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store. Sam felt my gaze and, as in those distant days, turned
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to me. Our eyes met and an indescribable connection was established. But this
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time it was not a diffuse memory, it was a reality that challenged any
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logical explanation that I tried to ignore. We pay for our purchases and get
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out of the store. I prayed in silence not to meet Sama outside,
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but the restlessness persisted. As we advance along the sidewalk. I noticed a
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man watching us from behind a light pole, the tension in the air became
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palpable. My cousins kept talking carefreely to the man who looked at us.
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A strange intuition told me that man was Sam and a sense of fear took
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over me. I chose not to make a fuss and kept walking with my
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cousins. When we were up to him, that man kept staring at me.
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I tried to ignore his gaze, but as we walked away I heard
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clearly how he said goodbye to me using my name. We all instinctively turn
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horrified just to find an empty pole and, instead, an imposing grey dog.
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He looked at us with blue eyes full of an understanding that went beyond
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the animal. My confused cousins shared the story as a paranormal experience, the
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time they saw a man who became a dog, but I knew the truth.
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Sam was still there an entity that challenged the laws of reality. The
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uncertainty persists about the purpose of that apparition and where I intended to take that
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day that my grandfather' s friend intervened, I would rather leave that mystery
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unsolved Concentrating in the last moments with my grandfather. Sam' s story remains
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an enigma, a connection between the imaginary and the tangible that I will never
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fully understand.