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Me Encontré Un Televisor Que Guarda Un Secreto Aterrador Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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  Family. You can also find the content in Spotify, Amazon Music and Paul
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  Podcast I' ll leave the links in the description and comments. We just
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  started. My name is Jacinto. I am currently eighty years old and I
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  think that at my age I have lived from everything and there are few things
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  I have not heard or seen, but among all the stories I have to
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  tell there was one in particular that causes me nightmares to this day. It
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  is something that not only relates a paranormal case, but as far as human
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  evil can go. It all started when I was about thirty- five years
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  old. At that time I felt trapped in the social expectations that dictated that
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  at my age I should have a home, my own, wife and children.
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  However, my reality was completely different. Labour and economic instability forced me
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  to live in rented rooms, far from complying with established standards. In spite
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  of external pressures, what I was really passionate about was technology. From a
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  young age, he enjoyed disarming mechanical things to find out how they worked.
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  I had read numerous books about radios and music players of the time, but
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  what captivated me the most was television. I couldn' t understand how in
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  a small box there were all those images and sounds that made up my window
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  into the world. I remember clearly the day I found a tiny television in
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  the dump, with effort and dedication, I managed to repair it and finally
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  fulfilled my dream of having. My own TV was black and white. It
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  included radio and, although modest, it was a treasure to me. However,
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  the arrival of color TV to m IEl changed everything. That small television
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  became a constant reminder that it possessed the most modest model in the market.
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  My new goal was to get a color television, but the people who could
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  afford that luxury belonged to a high economic status, something unattainable to me.
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  At that time, technology was advancing rapidly and as my desire for a color
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  television grew, my economic situation was not improving. Social pressures continued to increase,
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  but my focus was on finding a way to acquire that longing object of
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  desire. After a few years, my longing to possess the color television of
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  my dreams had not yet come true. However, my life had taken a
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  more positive turn. I had become better known in my neighborhood because of my
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  work as a Albañil' s assistant. Although the days were heavy and long,
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  I found satisfaction in following the line that society marked for the first time.
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  The possibility of obtaining better stability was much closer and, in addition,
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  it was acquiring skills in a trade that could be useful in the future.
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  A particular project marked a point in my career as a Mason. The task
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  was to build a small guest house in the garden of a wealthy person.
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  This project required several months of hard work, but finally the construction was successfully
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  completed. The person who owns the house, whom I will always remember as
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  a genuinely kind individual, decided to celebrate the achievement with a generous meal for
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  all workers. It was a tradition that gave us a well- deserved rest
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  every time we finished a job of that magnitude. On the day of the
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  farewell, when everything was getting in the truck to leave, I realized that
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  I had forgotten my belongings inside the house. My keys were there and since
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  we wouldn' t go back to that house, I had no choice but
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  to go back. However, the hurry of the owner of the truck,
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  who was supposed to pick up his children, made me tell them that they
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  could leave without me while picking up my things, thanked the owner of the
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  house again and started my way down the street to get out of the neighborhood.
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  As I walked in my thoughts, my eyes met with a wonderful scene
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  In a corner, a TV apparently in excellent condition was resting next to other
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  garbage bags. Curiosity took over me when I realized it was a color TV.
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  Without a doubt, my heart was beating with emotion as I imagined the
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  possibilities of finally having such a device longing for the object seemed to have no
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  visible problem. I examined it carefully after making sure there was no one around
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  I decided to take it. As I lifted it, I noticed that,
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  although it was considerably larger than any other TV that had seen its weight,
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  it was larger than I imagined. I interpreted it as a sign of quality.
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  The emotion of that finding initially made weight not a problem. Convinced that
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  he had won the lottery that day and although I thought it would be easy
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  to get home with that gigantic television set, it turned out to be an
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  exhausting task that consumed many hours of extra effort. My body was completely exhausted
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  by weight. I almost immediately connected it, but to my misfortune, it
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  didn' t ignite. I had to fix it, but I had left
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  my tools at my mom' s and I would have to go get them
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  to tell the truth. It would be a twenty- minute road in the
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  dark, not to mention how tired I was for taking the television there.
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  I figured the device would still be there in the morning, so I went
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  to sleep. As far as I remember, it was around eight o'
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  clock at night, an hour before I used to sleep, but I was
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  so tired that I fell asleep only minutes after bedtime. Something about me,
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  at least up to that point, was that I didn' t believe in
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  anything related to ghosts. If I had been asked about it at that time,
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  I would tell you if I couldn' t see it, then I
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  wouldn' t believe it. However, that night was different. I woke
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  up suddenly without remembering what I had dreamed, although I could almost assure that
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  it had been a nightmare. Given my reaction, I screamed in the dark
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  and was also soaked in sweat. That was something that had never happened to
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  me, not even as a child. At first I thought I might be
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  sick, but then I just came to the idea that it had been a
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  bad dream. However, that did not remove that suggestion from me because of
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  the slightest noise I heard. While I was trying to get back to sleep,
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  I looked at the time and it was almost midnight. I knew I
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  should try to get some sleep, so even though I was still a little
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  distressed, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. However,
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  just as he was about to fall asleep, a strange sensation invaded the
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  room. The cold took over the environment. I don' t know how
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  to write it. It was as if the place was becoming a freezer,
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  though by that time I was already falling asleep. I got lazy to get
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  up for another blanket and all I did was cover myself from head to toe
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  to try to ignore it, even though it was suddenly starting to work a
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  succinct sound but in confusing broke the silence. It was like a heavy breath,
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  but it sounded like the owner of the breath was right next to me.
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  A chill ran all over my back and almost like a reflection, I
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  popped out to see who it was. However, there was no one there
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  and everything was very quiet. There wasn' t even a sound of insects.
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  When I managed to calm down, I tried to downplay those strange sounds
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  I had heard. After all, I lived in a small neighborhood and the
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  noises of the neighbors often crossed the thin walls quickly attributed the breath to some
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  sound of a neighbor and perhaps for being more asleep than awake. I had
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  heard it closer than I really was. Despite my attempt to rule out the
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  situation as one of those nights when sounds seem louder than they are, I
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  realized that that breath was only heard when I was trying to go back to
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  sleep. And not only that, but at one point not only did I
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  hear it, but I felt clearly how the blanket passed over and hit me
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  in the face right away. I opened my eyes and lit the light,
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  but to my astonishment there was no one else in the room. I tried
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  to calm down, repeating that what I was beginning to think could not be
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  real and that it was the fault of fatigue and stress accumulated throughout the day.
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  Convinced that everything could be the product of an exhausted mind, he decided
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  to pay for the light again and close his eyes in the hope of getting
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  a good sleep. However, my attempt to return to sleep was interrupted just
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  a few minutes later, as a peculiar sound began to fill the room.
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  Steps, but not just any of them were tiny steps, like kids running
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  around. At first, I thought they came from outside, but as the
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  minutes passed I realized that those steps were clearly heard inside my room. The
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  panic took over me. I turned the light back on and though I expected
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  to find a logical explanation. Once again, my room was empty and the
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  steps were no longer heard. Not knowing who else to turn to or get
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  to think of a logical explanation. Of all that, all I ever thought
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  of doing was praying to try to calm me down. I think that night
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  I said all the prayers I knew. After praying for about an hour without
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  stopping, I managed to feel some tranquility, although the light still lit up
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  the room and I didn' t dare turn it off, I decided it
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  was time to try to sleep again, since by that time all I wanted
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  was for that night to end even the idea of moving the next day and
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  never coming back to that place crossed my mind this time the dream took hold
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  of me in a different way. For the first time in what I was
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  wearing that night, I remembered a dream. It was almost like watching a
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  movie. I was on a street that was quite similar to the street where
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  I had found the TV, only that the colors looked much more off.
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  My steps led me to the sidewalk, where a little boy played carelessly with
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  wooden carts and although the child was on his back, without even realizing my
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  presence, he felt the need to draw his attention, to establish some kind
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  of conversation with him. I remember as I walked, I tried to call
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  him to turn, but my calls seemed to fall on deaf ears, for
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  the child did not turn or show signs of realizing my presence. Determined to
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  get your attention. I extended my hand to touch his shoulder. However,
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  the moment my hand grazed him, a tearful cry filled the environment. At
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  first it was barely saudible, but as the seconds went by, the crying
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  was heard much louder, plunged me into a state of despair and confusion.
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  It was a cry that seemed to be full of anguish and deep sadness.
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  Besides, it seemed like I' d burst my ears at any moment.
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  But in spite of that, almost as if something forced me into the dream,
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  I knew I had to see that little boy' s face. So
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  I kept shaking his shoulder until I got it and the boy turned to me
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  revealing a face that left my heart frozen. His eyes didn' t shine.
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  It was as if they were completely lifeless, as if they were dry,
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  and they looked at me very coldly. His face looked more like a
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  moving corpse than a child' s face was pale and oblivious with purple lips.
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  A sense of horror took hold of me and at that moment I woke
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  up suddenly in my bed. I tried to repeat to myself over and over
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  again that everything had been a dream to try to take away the fear I
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  felt when I suddenly realized something and it was that, despite being awake,
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  I could still hear a child crying in exactly the same way as in my
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  dreams. It was very strange, since I could almost swear that it sounded
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  right next to my ear, but the light on did not reveal anyone'
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  s presence. Still, the laments kept making me doubt my sanity. Desperate
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  to explain all this, I got up and opened the door to my room,
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  but the hope of listening to some crying child in the neighborhood faded away.
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  When I met a dark and quiet corridor, everyone seemed to be deep
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  asleep and the CDs reigned in every corner. But still, those cries kept
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  listening to each other in my room. I remember at one point I remembered
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  my mother' s advice on how to deal with spirits, and she always
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  said that it was only enough to tell them that they were not welcome in
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  a place to leave. I said firmly that I was not welcome, that
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  I did not know who I was or why I was bothering, but that
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  I had to leave my space and to my relief, the cries stopped immediately,
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  causing my room to remain in total silence. And although at that time
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  I thought I was done with that nightmare, I decided that the next day
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  I would seek the blessing of my room to remove any negative energy. I
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  didn' t want to go back to sleep anymore and I was just trying
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  to think of anything to pass the time until dawn. In fact, if
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  I had the necessary tools, I would have gotten up to fix the TV,
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  but since I didn' t have them, I just had to wait.
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  It was about half an hour before five in the morning and at that
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  hour there was already movement. I felt that at that time I would no
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  longer feel so lonely and I guess that thought led me to lower my guard
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  and begin to sleep. And in one of those heads I was interrupted by
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  an unexpected sound. A loud applause resonated near my ears and I was forced
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  to open my eyes at once. I looked around, but there was no
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  one a chill rolled through my back, which I thought was over. He
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  wasn' t willing to leave me alone. I stayed awake until five in
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  the morning, but I still didn' t hear movement, which was only
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  despairing me more. Fifteen minutes passed before I heard the first door open,
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  and that reassured me. However, that made him fall asleep again, but
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  this time, to the point of beginning to dream again. The first thing
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  I saw was the child in a fetal position, crying desperately and repeating a
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  distressing plea for help. Every repetition of those words pierced my ears and the
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  feeling of helplessness enveloped me and almost immediately. I woke up again this time
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  listening to those pleas over and over again, but that' s not the
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  only thing I noticed when I woke up. First of all, the light
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  in my room was out and the glow that at first I thought was the
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  light of the spotlight came from the television that had brought home a chill swept
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  through my back as I realized that the screen was on, emitting a subtle
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  light that cast shadows into the room. The vision on television was very frightening,
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  because it was not only static, but projected images. He was the
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  child of my dreams, dressed exactly as I had dreamed all night long,
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  was reflected on the screen. I was paralyzed in my bed, unable to
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  understand what was happening. The little one hit the TV glass begging with despair.
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  Help me, the panic seized me as I watched the scene silently the
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  image on the screen seemed to want to leave that place crying out for help
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  with every blow. The confusion and fear were too much for me at the
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  time. My mind struggled to accept the connection between my dreams and reality,
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  and after a few minutes, the TV suddenly went out, plunged me into
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  darkness. Again, the light in the room went on seconds later as if
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  it was all over, but deep inside I knew it wasn' t like
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  that. Intrigued, but terrified I approached the TV just to discover that the
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  temperature was not even plugged in the room. It began to descend again and
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  I felt a presence behind me. Afraid to face whatever might be there.
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  I only dared to watch the reflection off the TV and, to my horror,
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  the child of my dreams was right behind me. An icy sensation ran
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  through my spine and before I could articulate a word, the child spoke open
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  the TV without fully understanding why I decided to obey and with the few things
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  at hand. I opened the TV. I remember even breaking the screen in
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  the process just to face a terrifying truth within the immense apparatus lay the body
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  of a little boy in the same clothes I wore in my dreams. I
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  was visibly malnourished and the reality of the horror that was revealed before my eyes
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  tormented me deeply without stopping me to process what I saw I ran out of
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  the horrified room. I alerted the authorities. Initially, suspicion turned to me,
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  but after a thorough investigation, they discovered the real man responsible, a
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  wealthy man who had taken away the life of that child who used to help
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  him with gardening work in his house. The truth is this is something I
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  dream about from time to time and when I remember it, it still scares
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  me. But the truth is, deep down, I' m glad that
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  that kid had a proper funeral and could rest in peace or at least I
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  think so, since I never saw him again. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández