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Tiene Vida Propia Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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When I was a child, my parents and I used to visit the tianguis
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and second- hand shops. On the weekends. My mom said it wasn
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' t worth paying the full price for a lot of things if you could
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get just as good things for half of their original price. Although we had
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good economic stability, they simply liked to save and always boasted of having achieved
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something of excellent quality at a good price. I loved looking for toys among
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the boxes of stuffed animals and dolls in search of something special that could take
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me home on a sunny afternoon. As I searched a box for hidden treasures,
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my eyes lay on it a rag doll dressed as a dancer. Inside
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it was a music box, which, by pressing a button, played the
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melody of the Swan Lake, and almost his whole body was made of rag,
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except for the part of his face, which was of a hard plastic.
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Her face was something simple, but pretty, with blue eyes painted,
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a smile just like a curved nose line a little red and some freckles looked
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like someone talented had restored it. Excited, I took the doll to my
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parents begging to get it from me. Fortunately, I was in a very
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good condition and it was quite economical, so, without hesitation, it became
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my new acquisition. For days, that doll became my favorite toy. I
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identified very much with her, since at that stage of my life I studied
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Vallette Honestly, I would not know what made the events that I am about
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to relate trigger, because for several days everything was absolutely normal. There was
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absolutely nothing strange about that rag doll. I didn' t see anything unusual
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in my house either and I didn' t have brothers who could play some
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paranormal game that would have made the doll be possessed by something and my parents,
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although we didn' t go to church much, respected God very much,
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so they would never have done anything to bring evil to our house.
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One day, however, while playing with the doll, something unexplained and frightening
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happened. I was holding her with my arms in front of me simulating one
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of my ballet poses, when I noticed something strange. The blue eyes painted
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on his plastic face moved. I don' t know what. Another way
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to put it I made it sound crazy, but if I was looking across
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the street, I went to look to the left. A chill ran through
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my back and fear took over me. I threw my wrist across the room
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and screamed quickly attracting my parents' attention. They both came to my room
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worried, thinking something serious had happened to me and, after telling them what
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had happened to me, they examined my wrist for my astonishment and horror assured
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that I had always had a fixed look to the left. I didn'
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t understand how that could be possible. I was sure of what I'
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d seen. I' d been playing with her for days. I obviously
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knew which way I was looking and I was sure of what I' d
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seen. They tried to calm me down by saying that my imagination had played
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a bad game and, as much as I tried to get them to believe
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me, I couldn' t get them to change their minds. Although I
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tried to calm down, I couldn' t, so after a while I
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took the wrist and just threw it in the trash can in the kitchen.
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However, that was not as easy as I thought it would be, because
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my mom told me that there was no valid reason to throw it away and
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that if I threw it away, then they would never buy me toys again,
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so I had no choice but to take her back to my room,
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although I was so afraid that I thought to keep the wrist in my closet
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where at least I would not have to see her constantly. It was a
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temporary solution, but at least it gave me a false sense of security not
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to see her anymore. Although that false sense of security that my solution had
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brought faded in a short time, because after about three days, for almost
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every night, at about three o' clock in the morning, I heard
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blows coming from inside my wardrobe as if something wanted to come out the music
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box that the doll was wearing started to play the melody of the Swan Lake,
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but the tone was now slower and creepy. Every time this happened I
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covered myself with blankets waiting for everything to happen. I remember one night I
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was falling asleep when between dreams I felt that the air was missing me.
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It seemed like a horrible nightmare that finally, after a few seconds, I
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could wake up just to realize that the pillow was on my face. That
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scared me, although there was nothing there my wardrobe was closed, so without
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any choice, I came to the conclusion that everything must have been a nightmare
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and even though the pillow had been in my face, I had never really
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missed the air and I would have loved to keep thinking that. But that
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didn' t happen. In the morning I woke up to hear again the
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blows joined with that melody of the Swan Lake, which gives me so far
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a great discomfort. Every time I heard it, I covered my face and
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I guess I was so used to it that quickly the dream was invading me
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again, although this time between dreams. I heard the sliding door of my
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mistake, but it slipped. I took courage and took off my blankets and
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looked at the direction of the closet and, to my misfortune, I had
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not imagined it. The sliding door. It was really sliding slowly And what
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was even worse, the doll popped her face through the opening with that perpetual
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smile that in the past I had liked, but that now only scared me
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a lot. I couldn' t stand it anymore and I started screaming to
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call my parents the pure idea that that doll would come out of my closet
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at night and walk all over my room and that I would even have tried
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to suffocate myself once with the pillow, I would just be terrified. I
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couldn' t stand the idea that that doll would stay in my room for
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another minute. I remember well that when I heard my parents' footsteps toward
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my room, that doll seemed to notice it too and then she ran the
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closet door herself to close it again, as if nothing had happened. Upon
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entering they found me visibly frightened, pointing to the closet where I had seen
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all that had happened and in the midst of sobs and tears, I tried
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to tell them what had happened to me. My parents exchanged eyes of disbelief
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and my mom tried to reassure me by saying it should only be my imagination.
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I was told that I had always been a very brave child and that
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I should not be afraid of a rag doll. I even remember my dad
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taking the doll out of the closet and examining it to make fun of those
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hands and rag feet that didn' t even have any fingers. He told
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me that even if I was alive, I could hardly do anything with those
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little arms and then Mom supported that idea. However, despite my parents’
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attempts to convince me that everything was fine and that there was absolutely nothing to
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fear, I could not ignore what my eyes had witnessed. That doll had
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moved and she was convinced that she had also tried to kill me with a
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pillow, so frustrated and terrified. I insisted that we should get rid of
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the doll once and for all I told them that it was real and that
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I no longer wanted it, no matter how much they never bought me any
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toy again. I just wanted to get her away from me. I guess
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my dad felt my desperation. I don' t think he believed my story,
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but at least my crying helped my dad tell me that he was okay,
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that he would get rid of her and that he would never see her
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again. And after that he told me to go back to sleep and he
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took the doll out of my room. I thought that would be the end
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of everything, that I would finally be free of that disturbing presence. However,
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it was not so. A week passed without her seeing the doll again
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and I thought she had finally been released from that scary toy. But on
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a rainy afternoon, when I returned from my ballet classes, I saw her
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again in my bed sitting on one of my pillows with her perpetual smile.
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Terror returned with more force than ever. I was going to tell my mom
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what I' d seen, so something missed went to see and indeed,
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there was the doll. But instead of freaking out or taking me seriously this
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time, she just tried to reassure me by telling me not to worry,
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because the sure thing was that my dad just wanted to play me a joke
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and that' s why he should have left her in my bed. But
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when night came I heard my mom telling my dad not to scare me with
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the doll, that I didn' t need any excuse to be afraid of
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him and that he must have seen me when I saw the doll in my
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bed, to which he replied confused that he had never done that and that
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he had given the doll to the neighbor next door. Days ago. The
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neighbor next door was my best friend in the neighborhood and although she was aware
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of the fear I had, that doll never finished believing me at all,
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so it made sense for me to believe that I didn' t love her
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anymore and she didn' t tell me not to make me feel bad either.
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The next morning, my dad took the doll and returned it to the
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neighbor, although it took longer to do that than the time he saw the
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doll lying in the garden the next morning and that did not stop there,
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but he returned it and out of nowhere appeared somewhere random in the house.
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I remember that almost always I found her, so I cried and told her
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to please take her away from me. After my dad tried to return the
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doll to the neighbor again and again unsuccessfully, my parents began to believe that
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I was responsible for the toy still appearing in our house. They thought me
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and the neighboring girl agreed to make a big joke on them. Despite my
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explanations and those of the neighboring girl, they were skeptical and decided to ignore
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the matter. It didn' t matter how much we insisted we weren'
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t guilty. The disturbing presence of the wrist continued, so she and I
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said we' d get rid of it on our own. I remember well
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that we buried her, threw her in trash cans from other houses and even
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once we gave her to a dog to take away. But no matter what
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we did, he always showed up at my house again. Together we came
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to the conclusion that we had to get as far away from the wrist as
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possible so that he couldn' t find us. We had to get rid
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of her once and for all. After thinking of various options, we decided
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to take her away from our homes and get rid of her in a remote
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place. So in one afternoon, while they were all busy, we put
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our wrists in a bag of ns trash and we went on a bike to
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some garbage cans that were far away. I remember well that we even threw
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a lot of stones in the bag so that he couldn' t get out
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and we both went home. They spent a couple of days without seeing a
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trace of the wrist and for a moment we thought we had managed to get
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rid of it. I remember we decided to do a sleepover at the neighboring
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girl' s house. We spent the afternoon playing in a nearby park and
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had been a little late, so when we came back it was already starting
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to get dark. I don' t remember being afraid, though. At
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that time children used to play in the street late and there was not as
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much trouble as today. On the way back. As we moved on together,
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we noticed something strange. In the distance. I was in the middle
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of the road. At first we had no idea what it was. Even
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I remember thinking it was a can of soda that for some reason was reeling
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with the wind. In retrospect, I don' t know why I thought
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that, because my wind was doing at the time. The closer we got,
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it looked like a humanoid figure that advanced in a peculiar and rhythmic way.
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As we got a little closer, we realized it was the rag doll,
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dressed as a dancer, and the worst thing was that she seemed to
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be dancing as she approached us. Those images still haunt my nightmares to this
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day. Our legs were paralyzed with fear and our hands were sweating with anguish.
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“ This is the doll,” the neighboring girl whispered with a trembling
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voice. We both looked in panic and didn' t know what to do.
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The doll stopped about five meters away and her disquieting eyes seemed fixed on
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us. His gaze had already returned to the front. The heart beat us
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hard. As we looked at the doll looking for a way to escape that
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terrifying encounter. The doll began to run in our direction and there was no
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time to waste. At that moment, my friend grabbed my hand and pulled
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me to run with her, and that made me react almost immediately if it
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wasn' t for her who knew it would have happened to me. That
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night we ran in the opposite direction. Our hearts beat very hard, while
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our legs carried us as far away from the wrist as possible. We ran
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at full speed with our gaze fixed on the horizon, trying to leave behind
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that horrific encounter, but the doll kept chasing us and its disturbing figure seemed
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to stalk us. In the dark of the night we managed to get home
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and there we realized that the truth no longer followed us. We weren'
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t sure at what point he stopped chasing us, but we were relieved.
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That' s why. She told me that we should tell our parents,
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but I told her that they wouldn' t believe us and that we'
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d only get in trouble, so we didn' t say anything that night.
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The next morning, still affected by the terror of the night before,
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my friend and I were trying to clear ourselves by playing mud cakes in my
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garden. The chills swept through my body When I saw with horror as the
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wrist looked at his face from behind a tree. It reminded me a lot
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when I had seen her in my closet without being able to contain the fear,
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I cried out and called my dad hoping that he could understand what was
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happening. When my father went out into the garden, the doll was no
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longer there. I tried to explain to him what we had seen, but
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his expression was skepticism and tiredness. She told me that I had to stop
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and that I was only making my friend scared and that if I didn'
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t stop, then I would be punished until further notice and then enter the
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house again. As soon as Dad left, my friend screamed at the wrist,
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sitting on the tree branch, swinging her feet as she looked at us,
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we both screamed again, which made Dad come out again. However,
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the unexpected happened. The doll seemed inert and dropped to the ground as if
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it had no life of its own. My friend and I, with tears
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in our eyes, tried to explain again what had happened, but it seemed
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that our testimony had no weight at all. My father, already exhausted and
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desperate by that situation, told me that I was tired of that damn doll
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and that if I didn' t want it, I was perfect. Right
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away. He walked angry where the wrist was lying and lifted it from the
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lawn, holding the wrist with fury. He threw it in the roast where
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we used to make roast meat. He sprayed the toy with liquid to light
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the coal and prepared to set fire, but what happened next left us petrified.
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Just as she lit the match, the doll sat down on its own.
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I even remember trying to get up and at that moment my dad got
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so scared that he dropped the match on his wrist, causing it to start
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burning. My friend and I watched with astonishment as the doll began to burn
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quickly. But what surprised us most and is something that my dad counts to
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date, is that, instead of staying on the grill, he went out
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on his own and fell on the grass. The doll tried to crawl,
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but her efforts were useless. It was consumed in flames in a matter of
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minutes until it was finally reduced to ashes. My family and I were amazed
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to see that damn doll disappear forever. After that, I have a memory
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that my parents called a church father to bless the house and I could almost
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swear that the same father was the one who took the ashes and what was
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left of that doll. I guess I' ll never know at all if
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that doll already had something wrong since we bought it, or maybe something happened
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after that. I guess it' s something I' ll never know.
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Every day, however, I pray to God that I will never encounter anything
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like this again. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández