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Jamás Debí Leer La Biblia Satánica - 4 Relatos De Sectas Y Maldiciones Que Te Dejarán Helado · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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  Sometimes I think that people take the word sect very lightly, at the same
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  time as under the so- called right to free worship, the authorities do
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  not intervene when there are minors involved saying they cannot because of their parents'
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  religious freedoms. However, I would like to tell you my experience in a
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  sect that, as far as I believe it is, is still in operation
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  to this day. But the reality is that behind its walls things happen not
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  only detestable, but situations that to this day make me wonder what they worship.
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  I' m not really so sure how much power he has, so
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  I' ll skip all the names and I' ll just change the name
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  of the sect. It was for a particularly dark and unfortunate year for my
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  family, which had certainly gone through much better times. And I' m
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  not just saying that we weren' t rich, but I never felt like
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  we were missing anything or that my parents were frustrated by it. In addition,
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  both were very present in our lives and I was absolutely sure that we
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  both loved each other equally. Everything changed. When I was only thirteen.
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  My father died suddenly in a tragic work accident. The loss plunged us all
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  into deep sadness, but my mother seemed to affect her even more than the
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  rest of us. After the whole funeral thing and the many condolences of close
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  friends and family, my mother locked herself in and was no longer the same
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  person spent the days lying in bed, obsessed with her phone watching endless videos.
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  He only left his room at night while we all slept and as far
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  as the rest of the day was concerned, his door had security and he
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  wouldn' t let us in or talk to her. My r or r
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  dre always told me that when they were not close, then I was responsible
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  for my brothers, so, although my age was not yet fourteen, I
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  decided it was my duty to take care of what my mother felt best,
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  my younger sister, was only ten years old and my twin brothers eight years
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  old. Dad had taught me where I kept the money for emergencies, so
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  I started to manage it as best I could, although for obvious reasons,
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  I wasn' t so prepared for it. As the days passed, the
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  money that my father had left began to run out quickly and my mother seemed
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  alien to the situation, even if I told her. He didn' t
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  seem to care at all if his children lived or died. Despair invaded me.
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  If things didn' t change soon, I' d have to drop
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  out of school and find a job so I could keep my brothers the burden
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  of that responsibility that fell on my shoulders. Every night, while trying to
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  fall asleep, I was tortured by the idea of an uncertain future full of
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  sacrifices, not to mention that, even though my mother ignored it, we
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  were all going through the same duel. One day, on returning from school,
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  I noticed something unusual at home my mother had left her room and the
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  smell of fresh food permeated the atmosphere. I was relieved to think that perhaps
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  I had finally begun to behave like the support that my brothers needed and I
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  saw normalcy returning to our lives. My hopes held on to that little sign
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  of change. However, that afternoon, while we were sitting at the table
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  to have what I thought would be our first normal meal, in weeks,
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  unknown people came to our door dressed in white clothes and golden edges. At
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  the time I didn' t know how to explain what I saw as odd,
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  but today I can say that they all had brown hair of the same
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  tone, in addition to the same haircut between men and women. His presence
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  was disturbing, but even more strange was his behavior. They moved around the
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  house as if they were the owners, as if they had always belonged to
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  that place. They didn' t even ask me permission to come in.
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  When I opened the door. They just did. We didn' t know
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  what to do, since it looked like Mom had invited them, so we
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  just sat quietly. We sat around the table while strangers settled in. We
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  were about to start eating, but my mom signaled us to lower the cutlery.
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  When we did, a man who was the tallest of all began to
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  give thanks for the food. That was nothing common to our family. We
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  always identified ourselves as Catholics, but we never really went to church or blessed
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  the table. Dad said God was everywhere and he didn' t need all
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  those things so he knew we loved him and venerated him. And that'
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  s why one of my twin brothers, who had always been a bit rebellious,
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  started playing with his food innocently. I would stir her up and pretend
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  to catapult her to our other brother' s plate. However, his action
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  did not go unnoticed. For one of the strangers, a man with cold
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  eyes and a smile that honestly gave me a lot of distrust, approached him
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  by holding his wrist with an inhuman force, leaving red marks on his skin.
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  The hour of food is sacred to God, our creator murmured the stranger
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  with a voice. Rough what you' re doing is a sin. My
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  brother started sobbing, but that man wouldn' t let go. We'
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  ve never been beaten up in my family. Until then, both mom and
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  dad used to say that beatings only helped to fear and hide mistakes and that
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  they did not want their children to fear them. So, almost as a
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  reflection of the education I had been given for thirteen years, I told him
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  to stop that if he didn' t see it, that I was hurting
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  him, but before I could even finish claiming him, that man released my
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  brother just to slap me. At first I was a little in Choc.
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  I looked at the people, but they smiled as they looked at their plate,
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  almost as if they were enjoying the scene that was unfolding in front of
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  them. I instinctively turned to see my mom, because for obvious reasons,
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  I expected full support from her to tell those people to get out of our
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  lives by starting to leave our house. At that time, however, that
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  did not happen and even as I write this, I can remember that that
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  hurt me much more than the slap itself. My mother didn' t do
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  anything to stop the assault. He looked back at me for a few seconds,
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  but almost immediately, he looked straight down at his plate and continued to
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  eat as if nothing had happened. After that, seeing my twin brothers whimpering,
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  trying to contain the tears and my other sister being stunned. As a
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  result, the four of us were sent to sleep in a single room,
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  even though each one had his room. And to our misfortune, that was
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  only the beginning of what would be the worst torment of our lives. Strangers
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  invaded our house without permission, imposing their control over every aspect of our lives.
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  They threw our clothes away as inappropriate, as well as books and movies.
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  We were forced to be in bed at seven o' clock at night
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  and forbidden from interacting with the children on our block. They even got rid
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  of television arguing that it was a source of corruption that should be removed from
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  our fragile minds. My patience reached its limit when I was forced to fast
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  for two days for the only reason I was awake until nine o’ clock
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  at night. In doing my homework, I confronted my mother by questioning her
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  motive for all the martyrdom imposed upon us. She looked at me with eyes
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  of compassion and said they' re right. Only by following the rules of
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  the Blessed Cross will we be truly happy and attain fullness. I found his
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  words delirious. I refused to believe that my mother, whom I had even
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  heard at some point, was considering being agnostic. Now I' m saying
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  such shots. So, like, everything we were going through somehow was good
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  for us. Personally, I did not believe that submitting to the whims of
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  those strangers would lead to happiness. She was convinced that something dark and sinister
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  was hidden behind her actions. Not only were they extremists and very religious.
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  I couldn' t explain it very well, but whenever one of them was
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  around, they just gave me the creeps. I tried to get in touch
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  with someone in the family to tell them about the situation and maybe they could
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  help us somehow. And although most listened to me attentively, the truth is
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  that almost no one gave him the importance that this subject deserved. They only
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  gave me words of encouragement saying that maybe moms were just trying to find a
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  new faith that losing her husband might have made her want to explore other forms
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  of faith and that I shouldn' t worry, because they were sure that
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  if she was bad for us, Mom, she would realize and that she
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  would always seek our well- being. The ones who did listen most to
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  me were my paternal grandparents who were alarmed when I told them that we could
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  only eat twice a day and that they had even put a lock on the
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  cupboard. They even went to check it out and when they saw that everything
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  I had told them was true, they told my mom that if she was
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  crazy, that she was a cult and that if she wanted to live like
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  that was her problem, but that her son would never have allowed something like
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  that. They told me they couldn' t take us, but they'
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  d hire someone to get us out of there. And even though that reassured
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  me a little bit about those processes in Mexico, the truth is that they
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  are too late and what I thought would be a few days became weeks in
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  which we were further isolated and the phone was removed from the house, as
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  well as my sister' s phone and my brother' s tablet. I
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  remember well that one night after we were sent to sleep at the usual time,
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  I was wandering around in my bed. I just couldn' t get
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  used to sleeping at seven o' clock at night, when in the past
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  I was the one who put on my own sleep schedule. Suddenly I began
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  to hear strange noises. They were like chants in a language that he did
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  not recognize and there also seemed to be some murmurs. The truth sounded pretty
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  rough. However, I thought I could go down and pick up my phone,
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  which I had seen they had kept in one of the drawers in the
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  kitchen, and I could try to take pictures of how the refrigerator and cupboard
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  had padlock and maybe what they were doing, because I thought that that way
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  I could give it to my grandparents and it would be easier for them to
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  give them our custody. I went down the stairs cautiously. My heart was
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  beating hard in my chest. There was no one watching our room, as
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  they always did. I figured it was because they didn' t think we
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  were gonna try anything anymore. I came to the kitchen, but I was
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  surprised that that drawer and everyone else also had padlocks, so I couldn'
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  t complete my plan. So, resigned, I thought going back to the
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  room was the best option before anyone realized I wasn' t in the room.
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  Passing through the room, I was petrified to witness a scene. Moments
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  back had passed so quickly that I had not paid attention to that part of
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  the house. Several people dressed in grey robes were gathered together in a circle.
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  Their voices resounded in the room as they recited words in Latin, creating
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  an atmosphere full of dark energy. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically,
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  wrapping it in a chilling cold that icy to my bones. I could not
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  believe what my eyes saw in the middle of that circle of strangers, a
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  white fact lay, seeming to be the center of that twisted ritual. Panic
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  seized me when, suddenly, the cat burst into a violent and sudden explosion.
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  The pieces of his body flew through the room, painting the walls with
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  blood stains and shattered flesh. My mind refused to accept the reality of what
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  I had just witnessed. I was so terrified that I ran up the stairs
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  and took refuge in my room, burying myself in the blankets as if they
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  could protect me from that horror. I closed my eyes hard trying to block
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  the terrifying images that had been recorded in my mind. Then I heard footsteps
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  approaching my room. My heart was beating in my throat. As he struggled
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  to keep his cool a shadow, he looked forward to the open- mindedness
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  trying to identify which child had left the room. Fortunately, they passed without
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  realizing which of us had been snuggled up in bed trembling with fear and disbelief.
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  The idea that those people were so close to us carrying out such creepy
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  rituals was something that challenged all logic I felt that we had entered into a
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  dark and dangerous world from which we did not know how to escape. The
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  next morning, when I returned from school, I found a horrible scene.
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  In our house. They were relocating all the belongings that we had managed to
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  keep those that had not forced us to throw or that my mother had sold
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  to give to that miserable sect. I approached my mother with a mixture of
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  anger and despair and asked her what was happening with a smile of emotion on
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  her face. She told me we passed the test. According to her,
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  thanks to our devotion and sacrifices over the last few months, we could now
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  leave everything behind and live with the community of the Blessed Cross. I told
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  him I wouldn' t, that my grandparents would never allow it. However,
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  they practically put me and my brothers into those vans, by force.
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  We arrived at the so- called community, a place surrounded by high walls
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  and barbed wire as if they were trying to keep us prisoners. They drove
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  us to a barn that had been conditioned as a huge room for children and
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  teenagers. He hated that place, for there was no privacy and the feeling
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  of being constantly watched became overwhelming. Day after day, we realized that we
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  were not allowed to leave under any circumstances, even to go to school.
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  They taught us in a communal classroom where children of different ages were forced to
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  study only the Bible. We had to recite passages of memory every day and
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  those who could not do so were punished with whippings on their fingers using a
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  wooden rule. And I' d love to say that was the worst thing
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  in that place. But you really should always be alert at that place.
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  What I' m going to tell you next will sound very strange, but
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  I swear it' s real, although I completely don' t know what
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  purpose they didn' t do or who this person was. But some random
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  nights during some hour of the morning, someone came into the barn where the
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  minors slept. Like I said, I don' t know why, but
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  he or she. Actually, I' m not sure. I was walking
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  in. I had a lot of those tubes that in trolling shine in the
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  dark, so you could sort of distinguish it. But that wasn' t
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  the strangest thing, but in a few moments he would jump, but squatting
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  and then sniffing at the mattresses of the beds, not us, and he
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  wouldn' t do anything detestable literally either, he would just sniff out some
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  mattresses and then he would just walk out of the place most of the time
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  laughing no one had ever dared to look directly at us all in fear and
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  disgust and in case that was little with time, I started to realize that
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  almost every day animals came to the place, but we never saw them again
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  in the vicinity. Horrible chants resounded during the nights mixed with the agonizing screams
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  of animals. Those who dared to look through the windows were punished without receiving
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  food, until they practically fainted the feeling of being trapped in that place became
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  unbearable. Each of my brothers and I witnessed inhumane practices and abuses. I
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  ' d like to be more explicit about this, but I' ll just
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  say I never wish that to anyone, no matter what he did to me.
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  And the worst thing for me, at least, was that my mother
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  seemed to totally agree with everything they were doing to us. I' d
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  like to say I got out of there with my brothers in no time.
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  However, we couldn' t find a way out of there. I was
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  a few days away from 15 years old, two girls, one year younger
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  than I wanted to leave. We had already abandoned the idea that our respective
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  parents would help us for what we were planning. On our own. We
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  had managed to steal a key from a door. We should just get to
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  the road to ask for help. We were ready and we knew we should
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  hurry, since when I turned fifteen, I would be changed to the adult
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  room. And even though I didn' t know how different that would be,
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  I was very terrified. However, just the day I got out of
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  that hell that place showed me that what I had lived up to that moment
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  was not even a small part of the mysteries that place has behind its walls.
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  I remember well that after the Bible study class we got up to go
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  do some chores that we had to do before lunchtime. Both my brothers and
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  my two friends had the plan to leave that night, so we knew that
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  under no circumstances should we get into trouble. So when they asked me to
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  stay a bit, I obeyed without objection, for we were sure they did
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  not know about our plans, since we had been very discreet. I approached
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  the teacher and waited for her to tell me what she wanted the truth.
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  I don' t remember his exact words right now, because it was a
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  rather long speech, but he basically told me that I was about to move
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  into the adult room and that my mind was prepared to know things that only
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  adults could understand. I didn' t answer him, because I didn'
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  t want to get into trouble for saying something wrong. Then he made me
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  follow her to a kind of chapel that they wouldn' t let near the
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  children of the Community. But he still got me in with her. The
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  place was almost empty, except for a small wooden table with a book on
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  it. At first I thought it was a Bible. However, as I
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  approached it was a book with red pages and golden letters. Then she told
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  me other things that again I don' t remember well, but it was
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  something related to divine duality, which was basically that the Bible was like the
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  good side, but in that book it was on her bad side and that
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  the bad side was more cooperative to manifest. When he told me that something
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  inside me, he told me that something was awfully wrong, so I went
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  back and told him I wanted to go back to the rest of the group
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  to do my homework. However, at that time I realized that she had
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  left the chapel and closed the door of a single whip to leave me locked
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  there, at the same time that the lights went out, leaving the place
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  in a thick darkness. Even though there was still sun outside, it was
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  trying to calm me down. I think it was about five minutes before some
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  black light lanterns went on. I hadn' t even finished processing what had
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  happened. I felt an icy breath in my neck. I immediately turned and
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  before my eyes I could not say what it was that I could not be
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  human. Even though he looks thin. Her skin hung all over her body
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  wine and her face was like a normal face, only that it was as
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  if a thin layer of skin covered her completely, covering her mouth, nose
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  and eyes screamed wildly to open the door. I even remember trying to get
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  away from him falling to the floor. Then that thing crawled and started crawling
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  towards me. I stinked of rotten meat and I couldn' t escape.
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  Then that thing stuck too much to my face and then it did what I
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  can only describe how to pretend to smell me. Then he retreated and screamed
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  very young and after that he simply disappeared. Soon after they opened the door
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  and, as if nothing had happened, they sent me with the rest of
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  the group for my luck that night. Our plan worked and my brothers and
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  my two friends got out. But after contacting our relatives, I never saw
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  them again and neither did my mom. Don' t laugh at them until
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  today, but at least I' ll always be grateful to have come out
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  of there together with my brothers, My brothers and I were very much in
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  agreement, both my parents and my grandfather until they left this world. People
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  were very jealous of us because we were always together. We were the perfect
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  family and I say we were until the unexpected happened. My mom and I
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  were very close everywhere, we were always together. One day we decided to
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  have a little meeting with one of my aunts and her daughter. My mom
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  went quickly to a little time we had near the house to buy what we
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  were going to occupy, to make dinner where we lived. They were some
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  apartments in our was on the first floor we had elevator or stairs. We
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  knew my mom would get here fast, as she always had the habit of
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  climbing up the elevator. After a while we heard a very loud noise,
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  as if it were a blow against the wall we opened the door, but
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  nothing had happened. It was just my mom who had come with the shopping,
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  but we noticed it strange, because when the elevator door opened she had
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  a look a little lost as if she had seen a ghost. We approached
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  her and asked her if anything happened to her and she just smiled. He
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  said that nothing had happened to him, that he felt a very strong pressure
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  on his chest, but he had already missed it. I kept seeing her
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  because I still noticed her strange. We went into the house and everything got
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  worse. My aunt told my mom to go to bed for a while that
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  between her, my cousin and I would make the food and when she was
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  ready and we would talk to my brothers and her to go down to eat,
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  she agreed, but she didn' t go to her room, but
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  she left the house. We didn' t take him seriously because we thought
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  maybe he wanted just a little air. The food was already made, we
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  talked to my brothers to get them down. We' re waiting for my
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  mom to arrive. We served the table and heard that they knocked on the
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  door. We looked out the door slit and saw my mom, but we
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  didn' t want to open because what she looked like terrified us, in
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  fact, was my mom, but with a different look. His face was
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  full of blood, his eyes were wide open, he had no eyelids and
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  a big smile. It seemed as if she had cut herself to make a
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  smile, like the villain of the gentleman of the night. She kept knocking
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  on the door. My brothers locked themselves in his room and my aunt protected
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  us. He stood in front of us and talked to my mom. We
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  decided to open him up and he headed for the kitchen. She said we
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  were going to eat, that she would warm our food. We watched her
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  from a distance and her attitude was not good at all. It was a
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  typical horror movie behavior. It was cut with the glasses and drained blood into
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  the pan. He was batting something and he didn' t care if it
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  was filled with blood. My aunt told her that we had already prepared,
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  that we were just waiting for her to sit down. She got so upset
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  that she put her ugly face on her face, and with an impressive force,
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  she threw my aunt into the couch in the living room. I was
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  dying of fear, I didn' t know what to do. My cousin
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  and I helped my aunt stand up. We ran for my brothers and locked
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  ourselves together in a room. A few days later we noticed that my mom
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  kept her locked up in the house, but she talked to someone and threw
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  things at us to forget about that bad moment we went to a camp that
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  we were invited to in a forest where we thought there was nothing and on
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  the contrary, there were many people and places I visited. We loved it.
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  It' s time to go for a ride on a boat we'
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  d rent, but something unexpected happened to us. My mom had come to
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  the place full of blood screaming at us because we left her alone. We
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  tried to run away from her fury, but she caught up with my cousin
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  I managed to take refuge in a hiding place through the pile of trees that
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  there were and I could see her ripping her hair out of a tail and
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  biting her in different parts of the body so that she would tell us where
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  we were all hiding. But she couldn' t talk anymore because she was
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  already dead. To the lady who rented us the cabins for the camp,
• 27:38
  we explained from the beginning to the date that it had happened with my mom.
• 27:42
  She told us that she knew a family that had gone through the same
• 27:47
  thing, that they had lived in the same unit and that they were said
• 27:52
  to have been attacked by a witch who lived in the same building that we
• 27:57
  still said there was a solution, but that is it was only in my
• 28:03
  hands, because it was necessary for me to be a woman who had her
• 28:07
  blood in order to end this nightmare. Obviously, that night I didn'
• 28:11
  t get to sleep as vividly as I had the memory of my cousin'
• 28:15
  s death and think about how to give the news to my aunt, imagine
• 28:19
  it had to be me that broke up with my mom. Also, I
• 28:23
  was afraid, because I knew perfectly well that she was possessed and could hurt
• 28:29
  me a lot. The other day I braved myself and talked to my aunt
• 28:33
  emphasizing that it wasn' t my mother who had killed my cousin' s
• 28:37
  life. I told her the lady rents the cabins. She told me mom
• 28:42
  ' s most likely possessed by an evil spirit that got out of hand with
• 28:48
  a neighbor who' s a witch. I explained that she didn' t
• 28:53
  believe me much at first, but when she remembered how my mom had acted
• 28:59
  on the day of the meeting she ended up making her accept that it made
• 29:00
  sense. So he decided to help me. So do I. She covered
• 29:06
  the requirements of being a woman and of the same blood she would say to
• 29:11
  end this hell and in memory of my cousin we went out looking for Mom.
• 29:17
  After a couple of days we found her in one of the rental cabins
• 29:21
  in the woods. Both cabins and mom looked dirty and messed up. I
• 29:27
  approached her and treated her as if nothing had happened. I hugged her trying
• 29:33
  to hide my fear and told her I missed her and wanted us to go
• 29:37
  home. She hugged me, but she held me tight and told me I
• 29:41
  don' t believe in your word You' re lying You don' t
• 29:45
  want to be with me anymore. I felt like I was losing control of
• 29:48
  the situation. Still, I kept her calm and distracted her the time it
• 29:52
  took for help to come. When the time came, my aunt came out
• 29:57
  of nowhere and threw a bucket of water at her. My mom screamed in
• 30:02
  pain like she was burning. My aunt told me it was holy water to
• 30:07
  take out the being who owned it. But suddenly she was able to recover
• 30:11
  and chased us all over the place wanting to kill us and screaming curses.
• 30:17
  The lady from the cabin showed up and could hug her from behind and tie
• 30:22
  her hands. She covered her head and we took her to a cabin where
• 30:25
  she was living. Once inside, the lady made a magic spell in the
• 30:30
  old tongue and threw it at my mom. She resisted, but finally managed
• 30:34
  to get out. What she was wearing was a black shadow, and the
• 30:40
  lady cast another spell that caused that shadow to disintegrate. I ran to my
• 30:45
  mom to see if she was still alive or dead, as they had possessed
• 30:48
  her body. The lady told me she was going to be fine, that
• 30:52
  she only needed medical attention. We called an ambulance that took my mother to
• 30:59
  give her what was foolishly quoted. As they walked away, I turned to
• 31:03
  my aunt, who wept for the loss of her daughter, but she was
• 31:08
  somewhat comforted to know that it had not been my mother who committed the crime.
• 31:12
  Also, during the time Mom was in the hospital, I was with
• 31:17
  my aunt to make the situation more bearable. My brothers and dad decided to
• 31:22
  live away from anything that could remind them of the horrible event, so they
• 31:27
  left us alone. I would not abandon my mother, who had been a
• 31:33
  victim of human evil. After months they gave me the good news that I
• 31:38
  could already take to my mom because I had already improved noticeably. We went
• 31:45
  home and everything was fine. My mom was already feeling better and we were
• 31:48
  making plans to move somewhere else to start a new life together. So we
• 31:55
  went to look for places for our new home. We found one that we
• 32:00
  both loved, gave the money and moved in right away. Everything was fine
• 32:05
  until I met the lady from the cabin. I noticed her differently, maybe
• 32:09
  something strange in her eyes or a different vibe. I' m not sure.
• 32:15
  Her attitude was the same, but something in her scared me. I
• 32:19
  didn' t care and thanked her, as she helped me get my mom
• 32:22
  back, a neighbor she had started friendship with. She told me to be
• 32:30
  careful who I put my trust in and asked that I not leave my mother
• 32:35
  alone, because when I was gone, my mother acted differently than when I
• 32:38
  was with her, who talked to evil beings, especially when I had a
• 32:44
  certain visit. Turns out that demon came back to her, but in a
• 32:49
  more cautious way, because my mom made a pact with the Devil and the
• 32:52
  devil was the lady in the cabin, but she was disguised as a person.
• 32:58
  I wasn' t willing to lose my mother that easily. Therefore,
• 33:01
  I decided to find out what it takes to undo such a pact I knocked
• 33:07
  on many doors. Some were not opened, others were almost inaccessible. Finally,
• 33:13
  an elderly woman who saw me very distressed took me home and showed me
• 33:16
  some rather old books, full of disturbing symbols and images. He took one
• 33:23
  that, according to her, was written in Hebrew by the Devil himself.
• 33:29
  I don' t remember if he said the manual or instructive book of San
• 33:34
  Cipriano in which he described what I required. In that manual it comes as
• 33:38
  making a pact with the Dark Lord as well as undoing it, and that,
• 33:43
  to say the old woman was a thousand times more difficult and dangerous than
• 33:49
  the first thing we see. Like me, I didn' t make the
• 33:51
  pact and I want to save a soul from eternal fire. I must be
• 33:53
  a good person, pure and without bad desires towards my neighbor. I think
• 33:58
  that I do cover him with a brave and noble heart, because what is
• 34:02
  requested is not anything. It was necessary to gather certain things together to achieve
• 34:08
  my purpose. A gray cat, a dagger of white mango, a leaf
• 34:13
  of virgin parchment made dust of bones, charcoal, a black silk scarf,
• 34:17
  two objects of gold or silver preferably, coins, water, river clean and
• 34:22
  my blood. When I had everything, I met the old woman and she
• 34:28
  gave me the instructions along with a thousand recommendations and many other blessings. The
• 34:34
  ritual had to be performed in the woods at midnight and without moonlight. For
• 34:39
  my good luck, that day there was no moon and I could do what
• 34:44
  I needed. I drew a staff on the earth with the inverted star,
• 34:50
  knowing perfectly what the first step was to summon the great goat with the horns,
• 34:53
  pointing the cat to the north, cleaning his eyes with the silk scarf
• 34:58
  bathing in the river water and after that, with the same handkerchief, rubbed
• 35:01
  my eyes and began to recite a few words in Hebrew for him to appear.
• 35:10
  That' s how I spent a long time, maybe two or three
• 35:15
  hours, when the gentleman was meant to show up. It was enormously imposing
• 35:19
  with a thundering voice rumbling inside my head to see it if it caused all
• 35:23
  my fears to swell my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest
• 35:30
  and I was about to cry. I still don' t understand how I
• 35:34
  managed to contain my inhumane voice. He asked why I had dared to call
• 35:37
  him. I took courage from all the love I' ve always felt for
• 35:43
  my mother and told her. I demand that you release my mom' s
• 35:45
  soul. She' s a good woman and you have no right to take
• 35:50
  her from me. He replied that no one is forced to agree with anyone,
• 35:54
  that my mom had made use of her free will by choosing to close
• 35:59
  a deal with him, that she had done her part and collected what was
• 36:02
  agreed. Your mother lived a good life and was happy many years married,
• 36:07
  had children, loved and loved. He got a lot more than he would
• 36:14
  have had without me tell me something you know what the deal was. Of
• 36:17
  course not, you' re just demanding, but I' m gonna tell
• 36:22
  you. Your mom was a young girl about thirteen years old. One day
• 36:27
  I was playing in the woods you know. When a guy approached him with
• 36:30
  the worst intentions. Your mother ran as fast as she could, but the
• 36:37
  man caught her and abused her. Not according to that, he stuck a
• 36:40
  dagger in his belly several times. While this was happening, she implored her
• 36:45
  god to save her. Obviously, it didn' t happen. Almost on
• 36:52
  the verge of death he called me making the same request with a plus.
• 36:55
  She wanted to see the man who hurt her and exard die and I told
• 37:00
  her that all she wanted, in return, was the recognition of who had
• 37:05
  really helped her and she would live happily for a long time, but that
• 37:09
  her soul would be mine when she turned fifty- five. Obviously he accepted
• 37:15
  and we both fulfilled when he stopped bleeding and got up he saw the coward
• 37:22
  running away by jumping a fence with so little sense that he fell from his
• 37:25
  mouth as a bear went through his throat. Your mother told her parents what
• 37:29
  had happened and who had saved her. They didn' t think it was
• 37:36
  real, but she was aware of everything. I never saw her worried about
• 37:40
  anything else, and if she had a dilemma, she would always turn.
• 37:44
  She had everything I promised her and now she' s with me what you
• 37:49
  saw in the woods wasn' t your mom and if you go now you
• 37:52
  ' ll only find her inert body. That filled me with pain because I
• 37:58
  loved my mom and wanted to live very long with her. That' s
• 38:02
  when I let out the bitterest cry I' ve ever had. I told
• 38:07
  her it wasn' t fair to her or me that she would have taken
• 38:10
  her without giving us a chance to say goodbye You got what you need.
• 38:15
  He told me the scroll, the charcoal of bones, the dagger and your
• 38:21
  blood. The next step is missing, and now we' ll see that
• 38:25
  you' re made with the dagger. You' re gonna cut off your
• 38:28
  heart finger and mix the blood that comes out with the coal of bones.
• 38:32
  That' ll be your ink. I asked him so I' d want
• 38:37
  to write something and he told me it was time for me to make a
• 38:40
  contract. I didn' t think of it. I made the ink of
• 38:44
  bones and blood to reflect my desire on the scroll. I wanted to see
• 38:47
  my mommy and say goodbye to her. I wanted a hug and a kiss
• 38:52
  from her on my forehead. I wanted to know that he' d be
• 38:55
  fine where he was. I finished writing and signed it. He put the
• 39:00
  same clauses as with my mother, a good life, without problems, surrounded
• 39:05
  by love in exchange for resorting only to him until he was sixty- five,
• 39:09
  ten years more you go well, I hope you don' t chicken
• 39:15
  out on the next step. Take my hand and go to the river Ordained.
• 39:20
  We walked together for a while until we got to the river. There
• 39:22
  was a boat waiting for us with his boatman. I felt the forces abandoning
• 39:28
  me when I recognized caron even though I had never seen him. I knew
• 39:32
  it was him, because it coincided with what was described in Greek mythology.
• 39:37
  I thought about not approaching transport to the other world, but he could more
• 39:43
  the love that I had for my mommy. When he went up he applied
• 39:46
  for the pay and I delivered the two silver coins. We went through the
• 39:51
  river and didn' t remember it that long until we reached a grotto at
• 39:55
  the entrance we stopped and descended from the boat. My mom was there and
• 40:00
  as I waited for her to arrive, I ran to hug her and told
• 40:04
  her I wanted to stay with her. They both said that was not possible.
• 40:07
  The Dark Lord and mother who was to continue my life and enjoy all
• 40:12
  the good that this one had. She assured me that he was not bad,
• 40:16
  that he had always looked after his well- being that the time had
• 40:22
  simply come for him to abandon earthly life. But that did not make her
• 40:25
  a pitiful soul, for she had the best memories of her family and friends
• 40:30
  and was now in her new home and was happy to hear those words.
• 40:35
  I was very comforted by all the kisses I could no longer give her,
• 40:39
  and I promised her that I would strive to be blissful, to be a
• 40:44
  great human being, as she was, and to be worthy to receive love.
• 40:49
  The Dark Lord returned me to the forest and emphasized to me that he
• 40:53
  always kept his promises, that he would always be taking care of me and
• 40:58
  would put everything to live well and happy that depended on me to know how
• 41:02
  to take advantage of the opportunities that he presented me. Before he left,
• 41:06
  I asked him how it was possible that he could see him if he was
• 41:10
  not on the verge of death. That' s what the cat' s
• 41:14
  eyes are for. Take good care of that gift Who doesn' t know
• 41:19
  will say you' re crazy when you say you can see paranormal things,
• 41:25
  but it will save you from many dangers and it was just like he told
• 41:27
  me. My cat eyes freed me from many negative people and helped me see
• 41:31
  the opportunities he put in my way. I have been a person who accomplished
• 41:37
  everything that was proposed, I had money, houses, trips and knew the
• 41:42
  love of my life without needing to kiss. Toads. Today I celebrate my
• 41:46
  sixty- fiveth birthday with a big party, because I know it' s
• 41:52
  my farewell. He' s already waiting for me mixed up among the guests
• 41:55
  and when the last bell of the day rings, I' ll be able
• 42:00
  to meet Mom again. When I was a child and watched horror movies,
• 42:09
  I used to have nightmares related to them and at that time, at the
• 42:14
  age of nine, I still slept in the same room where my parents slept.
• 42:17
  That' s why I was less afraid of watching horror movies and having
• 42:22
  nightmares, because somehow I knew I was counting on them. I grew up
• 42:29
  and at the age of eleven, my parents had enough money to build my
• 42:32
  own bedroom. Then I conditioned it and decorated it with the things I liked
• 42:38
  at the time, that is, things of terror. Well, after two
• 42:42
  years of fearing horror movies and terror in general, I had become a big
• 42:46
  fan of the genre. Fear became obsession. That' s why I started
• 42:52
  filling my room with posters of famous horror movies. The obsession with this genre
• 42:58
  became quite large, so much so that I formed my own collection of second
• 43:04
  - hand VHS tapes dealing with it. I had entered adolescence and intended to
• 43:09
  seek my identity based on novels, classics, stories, stories, films and
• 43:15
  everything I could find from it. At that time, access to the Internet
• 43:21
  was not available, as it was in the mid- 1990s, where only
• 43:24
  families with the greatest purchasing power could have a computer and why not also access
• 43:30
  to the Internet. But on the part of my family it was not possible,
• 43:36
  because we were of a lower middle class where my parents generated just money
• 43:40
  to keep a house standing and me as a child, little by little,
• 43:45
  with my savings, I managed to buy a little bit of horror literature,
• 43:49
  not so childish, but with more serious content. As for terror. They
• 43:52
  were authors such as Marre Shelley, Arc, Rallan Poe, Steven Caine,
• 43:58
  Hp, Lapcraft, bram Stocker, among others. In my house these kinds
• 44:02
  of books were forbidden, as my parents were very religious, but still they
• 44:07
  respected my privacy. I grew up and gradually collected more items, dolls,
• 44:14
  stuffed animals, prop medals, symbols, weird, prints, cards, etcetera.
• 44:22
  It seems that life led me to find in certain squares and shopping malls
• 44:25
  this type of items, although also at the time my world was something common.
• 44:31
  As a teenager I revolved around terror. I remember very well that at
• 44:37
  the age of sixteen I already knew enough about this genre and every day I
• 44:42
  thought about how to acquire more articles and find new things within it. It
• 44:47
  was like a friend of high school where I was studying and who was older
• 44:52
  than I for almost nineteen years, because at that time it was common for
• 44:57
  older people of the common age of an institution to enter to study. He
• 45:00
  recommended that I read a little stronger things, such as the Black Bible,
• 45:06
  Solomon’ s minor key, Malies, Maleficarum, and a few more.
• 45:09
  Besides that he was a fanatic of Allester Crowley' s ideology, for he
• 45:15
  was the greatest occultist in history and, moreover, obsessed with his book called
• 45:19
  the Book of Law, for my friend took quite real the fact that Crowley
• 45:22
  had received, through some kind of contact as Medium, the words written in
• 45:27
  that book by a being called to Iguas. I listened to everything he told
• 45:36
  me and gradually became more interested in what he read and believed, because terror
• 45:39
  and occultism is something that becomes an obsession that you blind. If you'
• 45:45
  re not careful. I was increasingly curious to know everything he was talking about
• 45:50
  and without my parents or him knowing, I started to ask in the bookstores
• 45:53
  near my city if they had in existence r S al guna s O s
• 45:58
  O S or s rlsás simple that it was from one of those books.
• 46:01
  However, the prejudices that existed at that time made the sellers of those bookstores
• 46:07
  end up being hostile to me, as they mentioned that they were not suitable
• 46:13
  books for a teenager. So, I spent some time visiting more bookstores without
• 46:19
  having any success. One day, being my birthday, my friend visited me
• 46:23
  and gave me a present. From the moment he gave it to me,
• 46:27
  I knew it was a book and he also confirmed it, but he told
• 46:30
  me not to open it until later, as it was not such a common
• 46:34
  book. Immediately I hid it so my parents wouldn' t notice and when
• 46:38
  I had the opportunity at night in my room, I opened it and realized
• 46:43
  it was the Satanic Bible. At that time, my eyes shone, as
• 46:46
  I had previously researched something of Antan Sandor Daddy, who, in turn,
• 46:52
  was also a Crolei fan I did not think twice about removing the packaging and
• 46:58
  beginning to read it, and so I did. I followed the course of
• 47:01
  reading and came across an ideology about Lucifer very different from the common one in
• 47:06
  society where this was a symbol of enlightenment and wisdom. In addition, I
• 47:12
  learned from this book not only that there are spells in different languages, but
• 47:17
  I also learned that there is the Enochean language and also some rituals that he
• 47:22
  himself encouraged you to perform. Right now. It was when again I began
• 47:28
  to feel a rather strong fear, as it was an unknown subject for me.
• 47:31
  This kind of rites went beyond what I used to read as terror Then
• 47:37
  I realized that I had entered the world of occultism and had to overcome the
• 47:40
  fear of getting into this subject, because in my way of thinking, as
• 47:45
  a teenager and immature, I thought that being afraid of these things was pretty
• 47:50
  silly and they were just words. So, with that thought, I decided
• 47:54
  to go into that world. Shortly afterwards I began to try to follow the
• 48:00
  rituals to find out what was going on, but I must mention that nothing
• 48:05
  bad or unusual happened at any time. That made me think that everything the
• 48:08
  book said was fantasy and told my friend that he gave it to me.
• 48:14
  He told me to be careful, because the book and what it contained was
• 48:17
  respectful and I had given it to me because I thought it was mature enough.
• 48:22
  To take seriously what it contained. Therefore, he asked me if I
• 48:28
  had practiced any ritual written there, to which I replied no, but I
• 48:32
  knew that I had and believed that not telling him was the right thing to
• 48:37
  do at the time. So I continued for a few days, until one
• 48:42
  day, already seventeen years old and almost leaving high school, I arrived drunk
• 48:46
  at my house. I locked myself in my room playing the music I liked
• 48:52
  at a very high volume. I turned off the lights and started to say
• 48:55
  loudly that everything the book said was nonsense. If there really was something I
• 49:01
  mentioned in those rituals, it would become present that time, like everyone else,
• 49:07
  nothing happened. It' s been a while. I turned off the
• 49:10
  music, because the dream invaded me and I fell deeply asleep on top of
• 49:15
  my bed. A couple of days passed and I forgot in a corner of
• 49:19
  my bookseller, that book. I continued with my normal life for those days,
• 49:22
  but on the night of the second day, when I was about to
• 49:27
  sleep, I began to hear strange sounds under my bed. Obviously, I
• 49:31
  attributed those sounds to the expansion and accommodation of molecules due to building materials and
• 49:37
  climate. That day nothing else happened and I fell asleep, but I had
• 49:43
  a nightmare and woke up suddenly, for I had not had them for a
• 49:46
  long time and now they had returned. I got up, put music back
• 49:52
  to low volume level and tried to sleep again all of a sudden, the
• 49:57
  volume of the recorder went up suddenly and again or sono woke up. I
• 50:01
  turned off the recorder and disconnected it, thinking that it probably had some flaw
• 50:07
  in the volume knob. I decided to sleep again, although this time it
• 50:10
  cost me more work, but in the end I did it. I estimate
• 50:15
  that a few hours passed and the recorder returned to high volume. I woke
• 50:20
  up quite tired, as the unrevealed woman had done justice and at that moment
• 50:24
  I realized that the recorder was still disconnected. That made me very excited and
• 50:30
  I lit up a jump from my bed. I observed carefully and effectively,
• 50:36
  there was no way that the recorder would be re- on. Then I
• 50:39
  took it and took it out of my room to keep it in a cellar
• 50:45
  of forgotten things that were in the house. I went back to my exalted
• 50:47
  and frightened room, and tried to get some sleep, because the clock marked
• 50:52
  almost four a m and I had to get up at five a m to
• 50:58
  bathe and go to school. I managed to sleep for only half an hour
• 51:01
  and started doing my daily routine to go to school. That night it was
• 51:07
  heavier, for when I lay down I heard scratches at the base of my
• 51:10
  bed, which was metal and had a metal mesh base that supported the mattress.
• 51:15
  I looked up quickly, because I thought it was my cat and that
• 51:20
  it had gotten under it. But the surprise was that there was nothing under
• 51:23
  it, just fluff, dust and shoes that I didn' t wear again.
• 51:29
  I thought it was her management or tiredness I turned off the light and
• 51:34
  closed my eyes again, but this time I felt that they pushed the mattress
• 51:37
  up from under the bed, as if someone were leaning on the floor and
• 51:42
  with their hands or feet pushing the base up. I got up quickly and
• 51:46
  turned on the light again to realize that there was nothing at the time.
• 51:52
  I decided to go down to the living room of my house and sleep for
• 51:54
  that night. There. The next day, my mom woke me up asking
• 52:00
  what she was doing there. I invented that I couldn' t sleep and
• 52:02
  went down to watch TV and as a result, I fell asleep. She
• 52:06
  believed the story and rushed me to get ready and go to school. From
• 52:10
  that day on I began to keep my distance with my friend, because the
• 52:15
  experience I had had the night before had been not at all pleasant and I
• 52:21
  thought that in that way there was not going to be any reason that would
• 52:24
  make me follow in the world of occultism. I thought enough that day that
• 52:28
  was what had happened, but I found no answer. Therefore, I made
• 52:32
  the decision to leave the book for peace and stay out of those issues and
• 52:37
  continue only as I did before in the basic terror, which is more fanciful
• 52:42
  than real. I got home, started cleaning my room with great caution.
• 52:49
  As I looked under the bed and picked up everything, I felt calmer.
• 52:53
  The night came and I set out to sleep one more time. Almost asleep,
• 52:58
  I had the sensation of the famous sleep paralysis fa, but at the
• 53:01
  same time I heard blows on the floor just under my bed, which could
• 53:07
  not exist, as it was the roof of the ground floor. I tried
• 53:10
  to move without success, because the paralysis did not allow me. I began
• 53:15
  to believe in the rise of the dead, as they call it here in
• 53:20
  Mexico, because I had great pressure on my chest and felt suffocated and without
• 53:24
  the ability to move hands or feet. The blows were getting stronger and later
• 53:29
  they became pushes. Each time they went up in intensity to the point where
• 53:35
  the bed managed to move from the floor. I guess my parents heard the
• 53:39
  noise and went quickly to see what was going on. However, when they
• 53:43
  entered the room, I was immediately able to move and the bed stopped being
• 53:47
  pushed. They turned on the light and asked me what was going on.
• 53:52
  I didn' t know what to say, because I didn' t really
• 53:55
  know what had happened. It took me a few seconds to recover from the
• 53:59
  agitation of the street and I told them that my bed had shaken very loudly
• 54:02
  out of nowhere. They a little more scared, asked me for details of
• 54:07
  what it had been like at the time. My mother, strongly commented to
• 54:12
  me that everything was the cause of what I collected and the subjects I liked
• 54:15
  to deal with. As I' ve mentioned before. I thought about it
• 54:20
  quickly and that day I decided to sleep in the living room, because things
• 54:23
  didn' t get so quiet anymore. My parents, for their part,
• 54:29
  made a few prayers in their room and locked mine up, and my mother
• 54:34
  placed the Bible in the furniture near the armchair where I went to sleep.
• 54:39
  The Bible was open and pointing at me, pointing at my head. That
• 54:45
  day I slept perfectly without any kind of nightmares as I had experienced days ago.
• 54:52
  I woke up the other day and my parents were already waiting for me
• 54:55
  worried enough in the dining room to set us up for breakfast and talk about
• 55:00
  the uses I had the night before. They told me it was urgent that
• 55:04
  I throw everything out of my bedroom and call the Father of the Church to
• 55:07
  bless the chamber. That same day I began to thoroughly clean my room by
• 55:13
  throwing away a lot of things from my collection. Several hours were spent,
• 55:17
  as the things I had there were many. It was about six o'
• 55:22
  clock in the afternoon and by the time it was dark. I just needed
• 55:27
  to get rid of a few things and, of course, the book.
• 55:30
  However, something made me believe that I was not the one who caused all
• 55:35
  these events, because in the end it was only literature. My mom went
• 55:39
  up to see what she was doing and when she saw the book, she
• 55:44
  took it out of my hands and right away. He scolded me strongly for
• 55:45
  having said book in my possession, for my whole family was Catholic and it
• 55:51
  was basically a great insult to have the satanic Bible in the house. He
• 55:57
  strongly indicated to me that I should burn it and take it away from the
• 56:01
  house, for I did not know what kind of energies had emanated from this
• 56:05
  writing. I laughed a little when he mentioned it, for despite what had
• 56:08
  happened I was still a little skeptical of what my mom thought had happened.
• 56:15
  About an hour later, I set out on a vacant lot that was about
• 56:19
  five minutes away from my house. I brought some gas and matches to start
• 56:23
  setting the book on fire. I got to the wasteland, made a hole
• 56:29
  and put some litter and dried herbs in it. I also sprayed the book
• 56:32
  with gasoline and then set up a match and throw it at this one.
• 56:37
  My surprise was great when I realized that the match went out when it fell
• 56:42
  into the book. I thought it might have gone out in the air in
• 56:45
  the course of the fall, so I re- opened another match. I
• 56:50
  approached a few inches from the book to drop the cedillo on, but again
• 56:55
  it went out. This time I realized that' s when the orchard touched
• 57:00
  the gas. That' s when I didn' t find any explanation,
• 57:05
  because it wasn' t possible for this to happen, because gasoline is too
• 57:09
  flame belli with any kind of spark or flame. I should have learned and
• 57:13
  burned a lot. I tried twice more, but I always got the same
• 57:17
  result. The match went out. Then I decided to pick up some dirty
• 57:22
  paper around and turn it on and then drop it in the book. Indeed,
• 57:28
  the paper remained on longer, but it also went out after a few
• 57:31
  seconds. That started to shudder me a lot, as I began to believe
• 57:38
  that what my mother said about the book was true, because as I prepared
• 57:43
  to leave the house and go to burn the book, my mother mentioned that
• 57:46
  that book had been written by a demon. That' s what Belly meant.
• 57:52
  Therefore, what was written within it had an evil power and energy,
• 57:55
  to which they would sooner or later cause some misfortune. I quickly covered the
• 58:04
  hole with stones and ran to my house for a lighter. Besides, to
• 58:07
  tell my parents what happened. When I arrived they noticed me quite agitated and
• 58:13
  worried. They asked me what had happened. I told what had happened and
• 58:16
  my mom, quite scared, ran for her holy water bible, a rosary
• 58:22
  and a gasoline lighter that my dad had kept for many years. My mother
• 58:29
  took my arm and quickly headed to the wasteland, where the book was covered
• 58:32
  with stones. Before we got to him, we heard someone headed for us.
• 58:39
  Then we stopped to turn around and see who it was, but we
• 58:44
  didn' t see anyone. The street was lit, but there was no
• 58:47
  one in it, just the two of us walking. My mom seemed to
• 58:52
  know a lot about supernatural issues, for she told me that if we heard
• 58:58
  something weird again, we shouldn' t go back, because it could be
• 59:00
  fatal. A few steps later we heard a macabre laugh right in the park
• 59:06
  in front of the wasteland. We did not turn at all and we quickly
• 59:12
  entered the premises to proceed to burn the book, I hastened to remove the
• 59:15
  stones and realized that the book was completely dry, as if it had never
• 59:21
  been filled with gasoline or some sort of solvent. My mother, very frightened,
• 59:25
  began to read Psalm 90 and one of her Bible as she put on
• 59:30
  her neck the rosary that had passed generation after generation in her family. After
• 59:35
  the article was placed around his neck, he sprinkled the book with holy water
• 59:39
  while reading what his Bible said. Then the laughter we had heard in the
• 59:45
  park was suddenly heard, but they changed to make laments only lasted a few
• 59:52
  seconds, but a chill ran down my mother' s back and mine.
• 59:55
  We realized because we both made a sudden move, inversely bending over the feeling
• 1:00:01
  of cold. At that moment something pushed me forward, causing me to stumble
• 1:00:07
  upon a pile of garbage that was near my shoes and besides, I was
• 1:00:12
  about to fall into the hole of the book. My mom tried to grab
• 1:00:15
  me in the air, but she didn' t make it, because she
• 1:00:20
  had her Bible in her hands. I got up quickly and with a desperate
• 1:00:23
  scream. My mom strongly told me to get it. I took the lighter
• 1:00:29
  from his left hand, turned it on, and ventured into the hole.
• 1:00:31
  Immediately. The book began to burn without resistance. My mom quickly put the
• 1:00:37
  rosary on my neck and she held her bible tightly, turning around with me
• 1:00:44
  and pulled me out to leave as fast as possible. While we were doing
• 1:00:49
  it, she told me in the ear not to turn around. We went
• 1:00:52
  about five steps forward and he repeated to me that whatever happened, did not
• 1:00:55
  turn to that place. I just said that if I move my head,
• 1:00:59
  I' ll get to the house. My mom took off quickly. His
• 1:01:01
  sweater was sprayed with water. Bless you, she took my arm and did
• 1:01:07
  the same thing. He sprayed me with water. He ran for an egg
• 1:01:10
  to the kitchen and a glass of water. He started doing some kind of
• 1:01:14
  ritual while cleaning me with the egg. After a few minutes he broke it,
• 1:01:19
  threw the contents in the glass and told me to put it under my
• 1:01:22
  bed for that night and the next day throw it in the toilet and throw
• 1:01:27
  the glass away. That' s how I did it the other day.
• 1:01:29
  When I woke up immediately, she realized that she had already done what she
• 1:01:34
  told me and asked me if I felt better. I said yes, everything
• 1:01:37
  was normal. She invited me to sit on the living room chair next to
• 1:01:43
  my father. I did so and then she began to tell me that in
• 1:01:47
  her youth she had also been rebellious about religion and that by playing the daughter
• 1:01:52
  with one of her friends they suffered an event that I will tell them later.
• 1:01:58
  Then they came with the brute of the people to know what they could
• 1:02:01
  do. He told them what to do and they did. Since that event,
• 1:02:07
  my mother had changed her way of thinking and had become religious. But
• 1:02:12
  the most surprising thing was that he told me that the sorcerer of the village
• 1:02:15
  was my father, but that when he married her, he never wanted to
• 1:02:21
  continue practicing witchcraft and had somehow been preparing my mother for a moment like this,
• 1:02:27
  as he saw everything I liked and collected and sensed that at some point
• 1:02:30
  he would need help. Now I understand why my father is fifteen years older
• 1:02:36
  than my mother, although by that time it was not uncommon for the man
• 1:02:40
  to be older, so it was the perfect disguise for his past. My
• 1:02:44
  father' s. I forgot to mention that my father mentioned that he could
• 1:02:49
  not go back to witchcraft, for to get out of that world he was
• 1:02:53
  given to choose between my mother and her powers and obviously chose my mother,
• 1:02:58
  but he also received the warning from the beings with whom he worked that if
• 1:03:02
  he did put his knowledge back into practice he could lose us both. That
• 1:03:07
  ' s why he prepared my mother. I have always considered myself a very
• 1:03:17
  devoted person to the Catholic Church. I go every Sunday as my parents and
• 1:03:22
  my grandparents taught me. My mother used to say I was born with a
• 1:03:29
  special gift. He doesn' t know what if I haven' t discovered
• 1:03:32
  it to date either, but he told me that, of all the children
• 1:03:37
  who were born in San Miguel, I was the most special. Listening to
• 1:03:40
  those words from my mother always comforted me. It made me have a good
• 1:03:45
  self- esteem and feel no less when I was doing something wrong, when
• 1:03:49
  I couldn' t stand up to my classmates. I think going to Mass
• 1:03:53
  every Sunday and confessing, especially to my father, was a way to atone
• 1:03:59
  for his fish. The ill- treatment and outbursts that I sometimes had toward
• 1:04:02
  my mother were purified when I received the host from the Father of the Church.
• 1:04:09
  Those days after leaving the church, I took Mom and I to the
• 1:04:13
  park and they sat on that discolored old bench that looked towards the Church,
• 1:04:17
  while I chased the pigeons that were approaching to feed on the crumbs that they
• 1:04:21
  used to find on the floor. Sundays were the only days where my parents
• 1:04:29
  looked especially radiant. I always attributed that happiness and reconciliation to the power of
• 1:04:36
  God, who channels all his wisdom and love through the Father who resides in
• 1:04:41
  the Church. That old man is respected by everyone in this place. Even
• 1:04:46
  the President has a lot of respect for him and the most wealthy people also
• 1:04:51
  tend to kiss the hand of that saint. To a certain extent, I
• 1:04:56
  believe that a being of light is an enlightened person like the twelve apostles of
• 1:05:00
  Jesus. The figures and images that the church protects inside serve to remind us
• 1:05:06
  of the suffering to which the son of God was subjected for our sins.
• 1:05:12
  They are expressions of the purest and deepest love that only a divine being could
• 1:05:16
  emanate. We are beings who are always tempted to sin. Sometimes we want
• 1:05:21
  to eat more food than we should or usually envy the properties our neighbors or
• 1:05:28
  acquaintances acquire. I' ve also seen with my own eyes, as others
• 1:05:32
  ' wife is usually desired, the fights in the canteens. Sometimes they have
• 1:05:38
  gone out of hand and have unintentionally killed another human. I used to give
• 1:05:42
  laziness to get up early to help my parents with farm work and for that
• 1:05:47
  reason I was born the need to pray to some of our parents the moment
• 1:05:51
  the devil gets into my head and tries to make me sin. But Jesus
• 1:05:58
  was also knotted in that journey into the wilderness before his sacrifice. I don
• 1:06:03
  ' t think I' m big enough to do such a feat, but
• 1:06:08
  at least when I put divine words on my lips and approach the Lord'
• 1:06:13
  s temple I feel like I can dare stand before the judge. I have
• 1:06:15
  placed all my trust in God, creator of all that exists, although I
• 1:06:20
  must admit that my father was not always so devoted. While we attended Masses,
• 1:06:25
  they did not usually punish me by asking God for forgiveness for having committed
• 1:06:30
  an prank. I still remember that occasion when I forgot to close the chicken
• 1:06:34
  pen and ate some of the bean and tomato sprouts that my father had sown
• 1:06:39
  and cared for. The next day, first thing in the morning, I
• 1:06:45
  woke up because of the fuss my father was making screaming and blaspheming against the
• 1:06:49
  chickens and also like I was yelling at my mother for being so careless.
• 1:06:53
  I could only see that scene as my father directed all his fury against me
• 1:06:58
  for leaving the chickens loose in the garden the night before he hit me with
• 1:07:02
  his hand open in the face and it only occurred when my mother came in
• 1:07:06
  and begged him to leave me alone. But this was not enough to calm
• 1:07:12
  his anger. With his strong arms, he threw her aside and to avoid
• 1:07:15
  leaving marks, he knocked me in the ass. His punishment didn' t
• 1:07:21
  end there. He went looking for the keys to an old wardrobe he had
• 1:07:25
  inherited from Grandma and made me enter it. I cried for the pain and
• 1:07:29
  terror that had poured upon me. However, it did little good, because
• 1:07:33
  he locked the door and prayed to God for what he had just done and
• 1:07:36
  made me pray with him. Being locked in that closet with a lot of
• 1:07:43
  old clothes and belongings, it made me lose track of time. I don
• 1:07:47
  ' t know if I' ve been there all day or if it'
• 1:07:51
  s only been a few hours. The only thing going through my mind at
• 1:07:55
  that time was to atone for my sin and correct my mistakes with my father
• 1:08:00
  through God' s forgiveness. I stayed in that small space until he let
• 1:08:04
  me out and with a more compassionate voice, he told me it was enough.
• 1:08:09
  He touched my shoulder and told me I was hoping I wouldn' t
• 1:08:13
  forget to put the chickens away again. That week we went to Sunday Mass
• 1:08:16
  and at the end of the ceremony, my father approached the priest and asked
• 1:08:20
  him to confess and also make room for me, as there was something we
• 1:08:25
  had to talk about. That was the first time I confessed, at least
• 1:08:30
  out loud, and since then the prayers. They became a constant in my
• 1:08:34
  parents' house. We all worked hard to earn the food of the day
• 1:08:41
  and I worked hard at school to make my parents proud. I still remember
• 1:08:46
  the day we lost Mom. She was always a strong, kind, loving
• 1:08:53
  woman and the most gentle person in the world. He had always been in
• 1:08:58
  good health, even when we were all sick at home. She was the
• 1:09:01
  one who took care of all the work of the house, the country and
• 1:09:05
  taking care of us. Mom loved Dad above all things. He suffered a
• 1:09:13
  lot when Dad enlisted in the army and went to fight in the front.
• 1:09:16
  I remember every night praying to the old crucifix in his bedroom and asking him
• 1:09:21
  to take care of him and protect him. And everything seems to indicate that,
• 1:09:26
  thanks to his great devotion, Dad was able to return home safely even
• 1:09:30
  with all his limbs, unlike the other members of his platoon, who some
• 1:09:34
  are now surely sitting beside God, although now that I remember him, it
• 1:09:41
  was from his return from war, when he became even more devoted. He
• 1:09:46
  placed a wooden cross that he himself built on the grove of the property'
• 1:09:50
  s borders and spent hours praying in that place. However, when I was
• 1:09:56
  finishing elementary school, Mom' s health began to degrade, her skin began
• 1:10:00
  to pale a strong cough left her breathless and sometimes made her bleed through the
• 1:10:05
  mouth her body. Little by little he became unable to hold her as she
• 1:10:12
  became very thin, so he fell into bed. The village doctor told my
• 1:10:16
  father that he had contracted tuberculosis and that we had to treat her immediately in
• 1:10:21
  the capital, that if he spoke to the colonel or some known army officer,
• 1:10:27
  they could help him. But my father said that God' s grace
• 1:10:30
  and goodwill would cause the disease to leave Mom' s body. So every
• 1:10:35
  day we prayed and begged the Lord to heal Mom, but our prayers seemed
• 1:10:41
  to be insufficient. After a week without Mom receiving medical attention, Dad had
• 1:10:48
  me accompany him to the village healer' s house, a man over sixty
• 1:10:53
  years old, who looked a lot younger and lived on the slopes of the
• 1:10:57
  mountain. There were many stories about this man. As soon as I heard
• 1:11:04
  it, he said that in the evenings he took a couple of guaraches,
• 1:11:09
  a coton and a club and went to the hill. And the next day
• 1:11:12
  this man already had enough pork to feed himself for a couple of weeks,
• 1:11:16
  and acquaintances from other nearby villages talked about the disappearance of their cattle heads.
• 1:11:24
  They also said that this man had the ability to perform miracles, because on
• 1:11:29
  one occasion one of the richest men in the village went to visit him to
• 1:11:33
  ask him for fortune and within a few days a telegram came to him with
• 1:11:38
  the news that he had inherited all the wealth of his grandmother, who lived
• 1:11:43
  in San Luis Potosí, of which he took charge and of which his children
• 1:11:45
  and grandchildren live until now. To me he seemed only a lonely man who
• 1:11:50
  enjoyed the peace and calm that the mountain and distance produced him. His house
• 1:11:57
  was a small wooden cabin that he most certainly did not beat he built with
• 1:12:00
  his own hands. There were no fancy objects or anything like that. Nor
• 1:12:05
  did he have demonic figures, as rumored among the people of the village.
• 1:12:11
  He was a tall, thin man with a serious face, but very kind.
• 1:12:16
  He' s seen us since we approached the dirt road. He greeted
• 1:12:20
  my father and he introduced me. He explained what was going on with Mom.
• 1:12:25
  The healer listened carefully and after this told him that he had to get
• 1:12:30
  the ingredients to prepare the medication, so he would come back in a couple
• 1:12:34
  of days. Dad accepted, took my hand and came back on our steps
• 1:12:40
  to the house. He didn' t say a word about it all along
• 1:12:45
  the way. Until we get home. He asked me to light the candles,
• 1:12:50
  turn on the stove to heat the coffee and cry for Mom' s
• 1:12:54
  health. After our pregarias, we dine quietly. Dad picked up the table,
• 1:13:00
  pulled out the dishes to wash them and told me to get ready to
• 1:13:04
  sleep, because when we finished with the dishes, we would pray once more
• 1:13:09
  before we went to bed. He bowed down and took me by both shoulders
• 1:13:13
  and told me that everything would be fine that God never abandons his faithful believers.
• 1:13:18
  The day came when he had agreed to meet with the healer, but
• 1:13:23
  this time he asked me to stay home and take care of mom, as
• 1:13:26
  the last few days her cough had gotten a little worse and I might need
• 1:13:30
  my help. He left for a couple of hours. He came back a
• 1:13:34
  little excited with a jar, looked for a spoon and told me that with
• 1:13:39
  that viscous and green consistency syrup, Mom would be fine without wasting time.
• 1:13:45
  She poured some of that medicine and made Mom swallow it. We knelt down
• 1:13:49
  on the bedside and prayed again for Mom' s recovery. We repeated that
• 1:13:57
  routine for several days and gradually the forces returned to Mama. Apparently, God
• 1:14:01
  had finally heard our prayers, or perhaps the medicine of the healer was fighting
• 1:14:08
  his illness. Whatever it was, Mom regained her blush on the cheeks,
• 1:14:14
  the cough began to cease, she regained her appetite, and as the days
• 1:14:17
  passed, Mom began to perform her labors. We were all delighted with Mom
• 1:14:24
  ' s return. Father began to pray in private standing in front of that
• 1:14:28
  cross which he himself built. He spent many hours there, neglected his crops
• 1:14:32
  and part of his responsibilities. He probably felt he was indebted to God for
• 1:14:40
  the miracle he had done to us and felt the need to repay him in
• 1:14:45
  some way We only met to go to church together on Sundays, but we
• 1:14:50
  no longer went to the park and as the days passed. I noticed Dad
• 1:14:54
  more distant with Mom and me as if we were repulsing him. However,
• 1:15:00
  the taste of having Mom back didn' t last long. The day Mom
• 1:15:04
  died, it happened strangely well. Dad decided to fix some damage to the
• 1:15:10
  house. We had breakfast, prayed and ate together in the afternoon. Dad
• 1:15:15
  went out to the yard to remove the grass that covered the crops, which
• 1:15:19
  were a little careless. Mom sat down on the stairs, invited me to
• 1:15:24
  sit next to her, put my head on her lap and caressed my hair,
• 1:15:29
  while thanking me for the pregarias. He rested his head against the small
• 1:15:34
  railing until his hand stopped and breathed out his last breath. His lukewarm hand
• 1:15:40
  became icy, while his eyes denoted contempt for Dad' s figure. That
• 1:15:45
  same night the parish priest was called to watch Mom. Dad kept a serious,
• 1:15:50
  serene face throughout the event. When it was all over and the last
• 1:15:57
  guest was fired, he approached the coffin where he rested. Mom took her
• 1:16:00
  by the hand, asked her for forgiveness, and that tough man cried like
• 1:16:03
  a child. I joined him shortly as he promised me that he wouldn'
• 1:16:08
  t let anything happen to me, as he held me tight. On the
• 1:16:13
  day of the burial, the healer of the village was present. He did
• 1:16:16
  not approach the group but observed the whole process from afar. At some point,
• 1:16:21
  Dad disappeared, I looked him up in the crowd, and when he
• 1:16:27
  showed up, he had a wooden box with him. When we returned home,
• 1:16:30
  he left that box on the kitchen table and I was curious. The
• 1:16:35
  box had a small padlock, so it was impossible for me to open it
• 1:16:41
  to reveal its contents. I asked Dad about the box. He told me
• 1:16:45
  it was an amulet for good luck, health and wealth. I told him
• 1:16:49
  that if God would agree to receive such a thing, to which he only
• 1:16:54
  replied that he had abandoned us at the time he took Mom away from us.
• 1:16:59
  Months passed and years passed. I grew up and we both stopped attending
• 1:17:01
  Sunday Masses, although I used to pray in private and ask for my father,
• 1:17:08
  who seemed to be challenging God all that time. Luck smiled at us.
• 1:17:14
  Dad bought the land from the neighbors, which were quite fertile, worked
• 1:17:17
  them and money was never a problem. We lived comfortably, although I was
• 1:17:25
  a little concerned that the box I had received during Mom’ s funeral was
• 1:17:30
  on a shelf with flowers and candles. Of course, that box remained closed
• 1:17:33
  and looked like a wooden monolith that adorned the wall of the house. The
• 1:17:39
  healer disappeared shortly after Mom died, and I think that the box that Dad
• 1:17:44
  received was a farewell gift from that man and perhaps a way to make up
• 1:17:48
  for Mom' s loss with goods and wealth. The truth is that it
• 1:17:55
  ' s something I don' t know, because the few times I questioned
• 1:17:59
  the origin of that relic Dad, he didn' t answer and said to
• 1:18:03
  stop spinning it, that when it was my turn to inherit it, I
• 1:18:08
  could do with it whatever I wanted. I met a good girl in college,
• 1:18:11
  we became boyfriends, and when we both graduated, we decided to get
• 1:18:15
  married. She insisted on going to the capital. I could not leave my
• 1:18:19
  father and his lands to his fate, since he had grown old and with
• 1:18:24
  them his health began to deteriorate. However, it never stopped me from leaving
• 1:18:29
  that place, but I felt that I had to repay everything I had done
• 1:18:33
  for me, although I also wanted to go out and meet the world with
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  my wife I talked to her and we both knew that Dad didn' t
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  have much time left, so he agreed to stay and take care of him
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  and his business so we wouldn' t leave him completely alone. Soon,
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  Dad died in his sleep. We didn' t notice until we looked for
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  him for breakfast and he didn' t answer. She was last in bed
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  with her gaze fixed, seeing the ceiling and an expression of terror. I
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  took care of her resting for eternity next to Mom. And though since she
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  passed away she had distanced herself from the church, I had placed a great
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  cross upon her tomb. When we packed all his belongings, the Wood Monolith
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  appeared again, which still kept that old padlock guarding its contents, my wife
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  insisted on getting rid of the box, as there was no key anywhere.
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  However, I refused, since I had been very curious about that vessel since
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  I was a child. And now, it was finally mine. We kept
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  all my father' s belongings in a small warehouse in the house and kept
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  the box in my luggage. We moved to the capital, to a house
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  my wife' s parents had left us in what we were familiar with the
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  city. We were busy for quite some time with the whole move, so
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  that errant box was out of my sight and mind until she got pregnant and
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  we had to move to another larger house to be able to raise our baby
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  And again, with all the movement the box resurfaced. We both thought he
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  had gone astray and my wife insisted on getting rid of that trinket, an
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  idea I refused. We finally settled in a nice house near the city.
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  The pregnancy seemed to go great. I went into work at a auto parts
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  factory and my boss had recommended me for a promotion. All our friends and
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  family enjoyed a good life too. But things started to go wrong since the
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  day I opened that damn box. Since I didn' t have the key
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  to the lock, I forced it with tweezers, a lever and a hammer.
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  That day I discovered that it was not a decorative box, but a
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  container of something beyond what I understand. Inside that container was a demonic figure
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  wrapped in a bunch of papers with writings and symbols that I don' t
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  know. The expression of this carved relic has an evil laughter and even burlesque
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  would not know how to adapt a date or time, in particular, when
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  it was realized and much less by who or who. But my intelligence and
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  reasoning was tested when I tried to put it back in that wooden box,
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  as it was impossible for me. The figure seemed to have acquired other dimensions
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  for more than just if I opened the box and lifted it to inspect it,
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  I arranged it in different ways, but simply the figure refused to enter
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  its container. For this reason, I only covered it with blankets that we
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  didn' t use and kept it in a closet so that at least its
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  existence wouldn' t disturb my mind. After that event, my whole life
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  began to go fatal. My boss died in a car accident on the Huehotzingo
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  stretch, while traveling with his entire family on vacation. Apparently they were pressed
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  under a trailer. However, they did not die instantly. My boss remained
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  alive long enough to see his two little children and his wife die from the
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  inability of doctors and policemen to remove the metals that crossed their bodies in seemingly
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  unexplained ways, so my promotion never proceeded. My wife' s parents were
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  brutally murdered during a kidnapping that went out of control as they walked home,
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  apparently a couple of subjects intercepted them, put them in a vehicle, and
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  called my wife to ask for a ridiculous ransom. Without us noticing the authorities.
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  We didn' t have much money, but if the land my father
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  had inherited from me, we sold it as soon as possible. We borrowed
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  from friends and family, but we still didn' t get the amount we
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  were asked for ransom. They started sending mutilated parts home to pressure us.
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  First we got a finger, then an ear, until we were told that
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  the proceeds were enough to rescue just one of the two. After a thousand
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  laps, my wife, after talking for a few seconds on the phone with
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  her dad, made the decision that we should pay my mother- in-
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  law' s ransom, as he was very ill and could not bear to
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  see his wife suffer any more. I took care of delivering all the money,
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  as requested. The kidnappers handed me my handcuffed, gagged mother- in
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  - law with her head covered. I immediately took her to the hospital,
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  but apparently she had been subjected to severe torture, because the finger they sent
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  us was hers and because the wound had not been treated, she had been
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  infected. That poor woman just begged us to let her die. The doctors
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  gave us no hope and my dream also passed away. Soon, my wife
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  was devastated. He just kept us together and a little sanity. The baby
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  we were expecting. I attributed all those tragedies to the damn figure who was
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  at home, who had forgotten to be shocked by all the bad news we
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  were going through, so I set out to break it or get rid of
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  it somehow to my surprise, although I don' t know if my memory
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  increases. They betrayed me when I uncovered it, it was in another pose
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  and no matter how I took it. His eyes always seemed to point to
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  where I was. I tried to break it with the edge of the table,
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  but it didn' t make a mark. I tried a hammer and
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  there wasn' t much luck either. Finally, I put her in the
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  grill with enough wood to get rid of her. But when everything was reduced
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  to ashes, the relic was still there. The pregnancy became complicated, so
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  I had to move my husband to the hospital and forget about that relic until
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  I came home for clothes and other things I needed. I rolled it back
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  into cloths. I looked for the container he was in and put them in
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  the car I drove them to the hospital. Apparently, my wife had been
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  admitted to the O R because the baby had very low vital signs. I
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  could only pray and plead with God for the life of my wife and baby,
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  hoping that he would not abandon me, as he had done decades ago,
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  according to my father. However, it was all in vain. The
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  nurse. Soon I was notified that the delivery had not been achieved and neither
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  my wife nor the baby we were expecting had survived. And all this has
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  led me to this point. I' m just outside the Church of San
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  Miguelito, the church where I used to come as a child with my family.
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  I bring with me this aberration whose existence is impossible to explain to me,
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  but which has charged all that he gave to me and my father while
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  he was confined in that wooden box that I carry in the trunk of the
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  car, but which most likely will not do him any good, since this
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  demon refuses to enter again. I hope the story told here will help someone
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  find a way to stop the curse this relic brings with it. I will
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  entrust myself to God once and ask forgiveness in advance for the capital sin that
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  I will realize once I leave this place, But at this point I have
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  lost every reason to live, so I hope that God can welcome me to
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