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El Nahual Que Atormenta Al Pueblo De Mis Abuelos - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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My name is Daniel and before this story I had always considered myself a boy,
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quite ceptic. But after what happened, I' m convinced there are
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things that we can' t explain. It all began when, on a
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summer vacation, my father, who had communicated with my grandparents again, after
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a long time, decided that it would be good if he went to visit
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that small rural village where they were, since for reasons that are not worth
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explaining in this story they had not yet met me at the beginning, I
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was curious about visiting my grandparents, because I had never left the city and,
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moreover, because of what my father had told me in that town,
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I had many cousins, but to tell the truth, once I was there
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I felt somewhat dislocated in that environment so different from that I was used to.
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Life in the city was frenetic and full of bright light, while peace
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and connection with nature reigned here. During my stay I had the opportunity to
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play and live with my cousins, who had grown up there. One day
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while we were running through the fields, my cousins told me a story that
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smelled my blood. They told me about the nahual, a mysterious and terrifying
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being lurking on the nights of the nearby forest. None agreed if that naual
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was a lonely man who lived in a cabin far from the population, whether
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it was a supernatural creature that took the form of an animal during the day
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and transformed into a human being at night, or was a inhabitant of the
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village, who lived with everyone during the day, but at night it was
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transformed to steal the cattle. One of my cousins swore with his life that
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the navaal He was nothing more and nothing less than an old man named Elisha,
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since his bad ways, his strange appearance and his isolation from the rest
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of the people had fed the idea in my cousin' s head that he
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was a gual, a sorcerer capable of becoming an animal at nightfall. The
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stories varied, but they all agreed that the nahual was dangerous and that it
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was best to avoid it at all costs. My cousins' words resonated in
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my ears. As the wind whispered among the branches of the trees, their
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detailed accounts full of suspense and terror stirred up my curiosity and awakened in me
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a strange mixture of fear and fascination towards that enigmatic character. Although my skepticism
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moved me to doubt the truthfulness of his words, something in his voices and
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expressions made me wonder if there could be any truth in all that. Even
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though the story was shocking at first, my brain quickly discarded it as true,
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as I thought it was simple small- town tales. One day,
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my grandfather, who, during my stay, seemed to want to use me
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as a cheap laborer, asked me to shepherd his sheep, a task that,
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while boring, I preferred to do rather than help him clean the stables,
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so I rushed to fulfill what my grandfather had given me. That afternoon,
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however, I lost track of time as I entered the mountain. Keep
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in mind that at that time it was not yet common to have cell phones,
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so it was not so easy to look at the time for when I
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finally realized how late it was, I started the way back, hurrying the
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step to get there before the sun was completely hidden. That' s when
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I saw him by a dark- looking black dog. He watched me from
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a distance His intense gaze and his sharp teeth awakened in me a feeling of
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restlessness. I decided to ignore the dog and continue on my way home,
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thinking it was just a coincidence. However, as I moved forward I began
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to notice that the animal was following me closely. It didn' t matter
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how fast the pass was. The dog was always present, always at a
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reasonable distance, but close enough to keep me alert. My heart began to
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pound hard and the feeling of fear took hold of me. I accelerated my
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step by trying to lose the dog on the way, but it seemed to
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be one step ahead of me. At all times, his eyes shone in
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the darkness, reflecting a strange light that was not natural. Every time I
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turned around to look at it, it seemed to be closer as if it
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moved with a supernatural speed. The night was falling quickly and the darkness of
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the mountain enveloped the way. The wind was blowing loudly, causing the branches
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of the most gnashing and the trees to whisper unsettlingly. My heart began to
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beat with more force, filled with a mixture of fear and fascination at the
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situation around me. I was trying to stay calm, but all my effort
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collapsed when I heard the threatening grunt of that huge dog, who began to
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pursue me relentlessly. I had to leave the sheep on the mountain to make
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sure I got home safely. Upon arrival, my grandfather rebuked me for leaving
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the sheep alone and without thinking twice decided to accompany me to look for them.
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Even though the night had already fallen on us. We left the house
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with lanterns in hand, diving into the darkness of the mountain. The sound
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of our footsteps. It resonated in the silence of the night, interrupted only
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by the rustling of the leaves under our feet. I wanted to come back
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because I was afraid we' d run into that dog again, although to
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tell the truth I felt a little safer, as we were accompanied by my
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grandfather' s protective dogs. The more we went into the darkness of the
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mountain. The barking of the Canes filled the air with some uncertainty. After
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a while of searching, we found almost all the sheep, but one of
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them was still missing. My grandfather and I exchanged worried looks. The lost
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sheep was one of the youngest and weakest in the flock. We could not
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leave her at the mercy of the dangers lurking in the darkness of the mountain,
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we decided to continue looking for her, illuminating with our lanterns every corner
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we found. At one point I decided to separate a little from my grandfather
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to investigate on my own. That' s when I heard the validations of
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a sheep in the thicket of the mountain. As I approached, the valid
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ones became more and more alien exons, as if they were issued by various
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voices trying to imitate a sheep instead of coming from a single animal. A
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sense of chill swept through my back as I went into the weed to follow
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the disturbing sound. The branches creaked beneath my feet and the shadows danced around
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me, adding an air of mystery and fear to the situation. The curiosity
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and the need to find the lost sheep. They intertwined in my mind,
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impelling me to keep moving forward, despite internal warnings. Suddenly, a huge
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dog jumped out of the bushes and clung to my leg, sinking his tusks
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into my flesh. I screamed with all my might fighting to free myself from
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its fierce grip the roar of a shot rang in the air and to my
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relief, the dog let me go and ran away, disappearing into thickness.
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My grandfather had shot the animal in the air scaring the animal. However,
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I had not seen the dog itself, believing that I had only shot to
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chase away anything that would have made me scream. The sharp pain in my
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leg reminded me of the closeness of the dangerous creature that had attacked me.
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I staggered a bit trying to regain my balance. As my grandfather approached me
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worried about my condition. He quickly checked the wound and assured me it wasn
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' t serious. With his leg wounded and his heart full of fear,
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I told my grandfather what happened, hoping to find comfort and understanding in his
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gaze, but he simply shook his head, attributing the experience to a simple
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encounter with a coyote. We returned home and along the way the silence weighed
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on us. My thoughts were entangled in the murky labyrinth of doubt and fear.
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What was that black dog? Perhaps the stories about Elisha and Nahual were
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true. I couldn' t help but feel a strange connection between that dog
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and the Nahual legend. His merciless gaze, his sharp tusks and his unexpected
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attack resonated in my mind. Again and again I began to believe that there
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was something darker and more dangerous lurking at the limits of that town. The
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night was falling on the village. While my grandfather and I were coming home.
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The pain in my leg increased with every step, reminding me of the
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danger I had faced. Although my grandfather refused to believe in the Nahual stories,
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I felt that something sinister was at stake. The night passed with a
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mantle of restlessness and nightmares. I was stirring in bed tormented by visions of
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stuffed animals, human heads and that hellish dog who had left his mark on
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my leg. The dream did not visit me that night and, instead,
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I faced the darkness with tired eyes and a mind full of unanswered questions.
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Uneasiness and fear continued to stalk me in the days following the encounter with the
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black dog. Every night, before I slept, I felt that at any
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moment I would appear thirsty for revenge and willing to finish what I had begun.
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But the most frustrating thing of all was that no one in my house
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seemed to believe me. Even some of my cousins made fun of me considering
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it was just a figment of my imagination. One day, as I walked
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through the village, one of my cousins approached me with a serious look in
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his eyes. It was that cousin with whom I shared the experience of having
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seen the dog in our childhood. He confessed to me that he did believe
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me, as he was convinced that the dog I had seen when I was
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little was the same one that had attacked me. He had also been saved
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by someone at the last moment, just as I had been by my grandfather.
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We shared the same frustration of not being believed by others, which prompted
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us to make a risky decision, go in search of the dog' s
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lair to face it and put an end to this nightmare. Once and for
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all, we took my grandfather' s weapon in hiding and entered the mountain
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determined to find the dog and destroy it. We walked for hours exploring every
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corner in search of any sign of his presence, but we found nothing.
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The discouragement began to take hold of us and we considered the idea of returning
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home. When a strong storm struck the place, we were forced to seek
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refuge to protect ourselves from the rain. We took refuge under a leafy tree,
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trying to protect ourselves from the intense rain that fell on us. The
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sound of the drops hitting the leaves created a natural symphony that seemed to mix
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with the rapid heartbeats of our hearts. I looked at my cousin, whose
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eyes reflected the determination and fear that I also felt inside me. As we
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waited for the storm to pass, a strange sensation began to invade the environment.
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The wind fled and the branches of the trees moved unusually, as if
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they were being shaken by an invisible presence. Then we heard a distant sound,
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a terrifying howl that cut off the silence of the night. We immediately
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recognized that sound was the black dog. I was very afraid, but for
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our fortune, we both saw in the distance an old and deteriorated cabin.
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Despite its gloomy appearance. We were sure it could work as a temporary repugnance
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until the storm passed. We ran towards the cabin and as we entered we
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were surprised by what we found inside. Thousands of animal skins hung from the
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walls and bottles with unknown substances. They were scattered everywhere. We feel immersed
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in the darkness of that place. Suddenly I was alerted by my cousin,
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both of us looked out the window and saw the dog rushing straight to us.
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Terror invaded us and we decided to hide so as not to be seen
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by that horrible animal. I hid behind a pile of wood, while my
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cousin took refuge behind a heavy rudimentary furniture. From our hideouts we watched the
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black dog enter the cabin. His presence filled the place with a dark and
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threatening energy. The dog smelled the air or o o o n n it
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slowly between the skins and the jars, as if it were looking for something
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specific. Our hearts beat hard trying not to make the least noise that could
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reveal our position. Suddenly, the dog stopped in front of a large table
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in the center of the cabin. I looked with astonishment as it began to
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transform slowly. His body twisted and stretched into a humanoid form. From our
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hideouts we observed how even with that semi- humanoid form the water of his
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fur was shaken. We both tried to be as quiet as possible, but
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the dog' s acute smell gave us away. He immediately turned to my
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hiding place and approached in defense mode, in a desperate attempt to escape.
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I accidentally threw away the wooden pile, leaving me exposed that humanoid being was
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about to attack me when suddenly he was hit on the head by a heavy
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stick. My cousin in a brave act, had intervened to save me.
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We used the time to run out of the cabin, even though the rain
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was still falling hard. Once outside the cabin, we quickly enter the thick
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mountain, trying to get as far away as possible from the presence of the
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nahual. We were running in a hurry jumping on roots and dodging low branches.
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Adrenaline ran through our sorrows as we tried to distance ourselves from danger.
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After a few minutes of frantic racing, we decided to take a brief break
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to catch our breath. We took refuge behind a big tree trying to hide
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behind the vegetation. Our hearts were pounding as we listened attentively to any indication
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that the Nahual was suddenly chasing us a noise. He let us know that
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that dog was still chasing us, but my cousin with determination fired a shot
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in his direction. A complaint became present, although we could not see clearly
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because of the intense rain. We knew we had hit the creature. We
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took refuge under a nearby tree until the storm finally stopped. After the weather
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calmed down, we returned to the cabin to look for the dog' s
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body, but to our surprise, we found nothing but a trail of blood
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diluted by the storm water. Without knowing what else to do, we decided
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to go home without telling anyone about our dangerous adventure. We were afraid to
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be scolded for acting on our own. Two days later, however, news
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came to our ears that a man from the village had been taken to the
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hospital because of a blow to the head and a shot to the shoulder.
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The connection was obvious. That man was responsible for the attacks of the black
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dog. Finally, our courage and determination had borne fruit by eliminating the threat
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that had so tormented us. After that episode, the days passed with relative
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normality. However, there was always a feeling of restlessness in the air.
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However, I remained vigilant and vigilant, fearing that the man responsible for the
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black dog attacks would return to get revenge. After a few days, my
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cousin and I saw the man walking through the village. His eyes looked at
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us with deep resentment, but he never dared to tell us anything. He
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could feel his anger and frustration in every look that directed us. Although we
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knew we were done with the dog, we couldn' t help ourselves in
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some fear every time we saw him. About one day, when I was
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about to leave town, my cousin came to me and told me unexpected news.
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The mysterious man had left the village without a trace. No one knew
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where he had gone or had motivated his sudden departure. My cousin had tried
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to investigate, but found no clue as to his whereabouts. Although I was
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glad that the man had disappeared from our lives, I also felt some intrigue
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and a punctuating curiosity to discover that it had been his, but at the
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same time I realized that it was better to leave the past behind and move
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on. I said goodbye to my cousin and the people with the promise to
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stay in touch and share any news related to those traumatic events we had experienced.
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We both knew that those events had united us with one hand was special
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and that we would always have a strong and lasting bond. Over the years,
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the memory of that black dog and the mysterious man faded slowly into my
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mind. From time to time, however, when the wind was blowing loudly
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and the shadows were elongating, a chill ran on my back and recalled the
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courage that my cousin and I had shown in that adventure. Today I keep
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looking for answers to those events, but it seems that fate has decided to
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keep the final details of that story secret. Perhaps I will never discover the
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full truth, but what I do know is that those events have made me
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stronger and more determined. Although the mystery remains unsolved, it comforts me to
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know that the black dog no longer stalks the mountain and that the mysterious man
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no longer poses a threat to the people. I left town with the certainty
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that I had fulfilled my mission and had somehow brought my face back to that
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