CUIDE A UN GATO QUE ERA UTILIZADO EN BRUJERIA / MARATON DE RELATOS DE ANIMALES ATERRADORES / L.C.E.

0:02 Pets are such animals that for the vast majority of people who have one they do not consider it a pet as such, but also part of the family. This can tell us that animals are very dear to society as a whole. But there' s also a dark side. There are stories that are told about animals acting a little weird, animals having a sinister presence, animals that say they have come from the same hell, such as many other stories, such as the Devil' s dog, the black charro, the iguana goes a lady with a horse head. We cannot deny that, like animals, it has a certain aura of tranquility and happiness for some people who love this kind of animals. Also for other people they have this fear propitiated by this kind of legends like this next story. Who tells us that he was hardly a child when it happened to him and that dog, that strange dog that appeared in his friend' s house was anything but a normal dog.

1:23 In his own words, he says it was a demon dog. His story is next hello Alex. My name is Manuel, and I want to tell you an experience that happened to me when I was a kid. As you know, this was many years ago, it was already the eighties, almost nineties, and at that time I was a child, I would be some eight or nine years old, I had a little friend, his name was Oscar. Almost every weekend, every Saturday I went home, since I didn ' t have television at my house and he did. His parents had just moved and we had just met and immediately became friends. As you know, at that time, not all built houses were usually sold, but simply bought a plot and families there began to build their house. This was my friend ' s case. His house was under construction. So I went to his house when he was practically in black work. Her parents weren' t revoked.

2:36 It had a sheet roof, but over time and very quickly the house began to be fixed with electric light, paint, etcetera. That night I met him watching TV, I saw as usual, as we are children, eating fritters, eating sweets, while his mother was sewing. He was watching us clearly from a distance. At that time, when this happened to me, my friend' s house had only three rooms, which would become the living room, another small room that would become the kitchen and one that would go up. The second floor, which was more recently the bedroom, was still being made in his backyard. It was planned to be the kitchen, so the room they had there by kitchen was very small. Certain things just didn' t fit. There was a small cupboard and the stove, so they washed the dishes and had the sink. Those had them outside. At that time, the kitchen was very small and if he had given us the indication, like all those nights when we finished eating we simply took the dishes and put them in the sink, in the courtyard outside where the dishes were washed. I had been going home for years, I knew very well that in the backyard they had no light, at least no electric light. The father had put on a strip with spotlights that were old spotlights and further apart, they endured the rain the winds, so they didn' t use it

4:10 at all. They used it very barely, but enough to move. I finished the plate before my friend. So, before he finished, I told him that I was going to leave the frets, since I wanted to keep watching TV and I didn' t want anything to interrupt me. Taking advantage of being in commercials, I got up. I opened the door and I was surprised that the courtyard was almost completely dark, except for a spotlight, a focus that if it was the one that was working at the time. But, as I had already told you, those spotlights were very old, they were very weak in potential, so practically nothing could be seen. You could only see at most a room in the courtyard. I didn' t care about this, because I already knew where the sink was, I knew where things were. And it wasn' t the first time that yard came out. During the night I walked to the sink and there I found that it was full. There were many dishes and at that moment I remember that his mother had told us that if on some occasions we came to find many dishes in the sink that, please, we would no longer pile up that we would simply go and leave them to a bandega that was next to a brick roaster that the family had, since it had already happened that, by not leaving them up to the tray, we would pile them up and the

5:44 frets would end up falling. I walked to the tray that was only a couple of meters away. But in that, in that small course, I was struck by something that was a buffar like an animal. I turned immediately and there I was was a dog, a big, dark dog, complete as the night the breed of this dog. To tell you the truth, even though I remember it perfectly, I can' t tell you if it still looked specific. His ears were very long and they were up. It was somewhat hairy and its tail was long, but excessively long. This dog grunts at me and stares at me. His eyes shone in the dark, but very different from the other stories with red- eyed dogs, the dog had white eyes, they were white completely, but they shone abnormally. Obviously, I was a kid, I was scared right away, other than I wasn' t grunting. This dog was very large, Although I was not tall at that time, it could be said that even he, on all fours, measured almost the same thing as I put my frets, both my glass and the dish in front of me, as if these served me in some way as a shield and I began to walk slowly around it, while

7:15 this dog approached with every step I took. He also gave one to me He won the fear. I ran immediately to the door and remember perfectly that this dog also jumped. But I want to believe that I went faster. I went into the house screaming and my friend' s mom immediately got up and told me what you got Manuel, what you got. I stuttered and completely freaked out I said there' s a dog back there. There' s a dog back there and he wanted to bite me. My friend' s mom immediately secured the door, took me to the living room, moved the furniture from the living room and pulled out a machete while telling us to stay here. I' ll take care of that animal beggar. What she believed at the time was that, obviously, at that time there were almost no houses in that area, usually it was pure mountain. The houses were barely building and my friend' s house was the only one except another on the corner that was in that section, so there was no neighboring house at the time. What she believed was that that dog was a brave dog, a street dog and that she had put her plan in was to scare him away, but if that one had rage, or that she wanted to attack her, she obviously had to defend herself. I remember my friend and I staring at her when she opened the door and came out this way and we

8:46 were still watching the door for a few brief seconds, but we didn' t hear anything. We look forward to hearing her mother' s screams driving away the animal, but there was no silence at all. No barking was heard. We were confused. When his mother comes in there again, she secures him the door goes by key and puts more locks in him and immediately passes with us. He goes to the front door, makes sure that he has a key and puts two other locks in this one takes us by the hands and raises us to the second floor to the Chamber that, as I say, was not yet finished, but already had bars and the most resistant door this one had. Immediately his mother enters, locks up and starts talking to my friend' s dad. Minutes later, the man came in and checked the whole house. We' re going down again. They were talking alone and we started to watch television again I tell them we are children at that time, because we do not pay so much attention to things. My parents pass by, they passed through me, and you could say that the story was that far. But years later, when I and my friend were talking about different experiences, and this one came out when we were in high school, we were at his house talking and casually there was his mother making

10:20 lunch. Like every afternoon, she approached us and started talking about tonight and told us, so to speak, her version of the story. She says that when I came in, she pulled out the machete and left immediately. But when he came out he didn' t see any animals. She was hoping to run into a dog, maybe a coyote, but nothing like that. As soon as she left, she began to look all over the ground, as I told them before, there was not enough light. He let his eyes adapt to the darkness and it was at that very moment that he saw it. He saw a man standing in the corner, staring at her.

11:07 This man was tall, very thin and also inexpressive that in his face he manifested nothing, neither terror nor malice, he did not smile, he did not speak, it was like the face of a mannequin. Obviously, the mother knows all her terrain by the finger and this scared her very much. That' s why he went into the house, rotated at the doors and climbed us up to the room. Right away. She called her husband, who soon arrived. They looked everywhere and even this experience served so much so that the next day, my friend' s father put a lamp of those that light a lot, connected to the light to the wall of the second floor, and this one did illuminate completely the entire backyard so that this would not recur again Although nothing happened anymore. We are always left with the doubt what will have become of that dog and what will have become of that man. They never found them. It must be said that my friend' s fence at the time was very high. A dog or a man could not have climbed it, not without the help of a ladder, but on both sides there was a mountain. There is simply no explanation of how they disappeared, let alone what they were doing there. The last thing I have

12:37 to mention about this story is that the mother told us that man had completely white eyes. Which one of us hasn' t seen a cat. Which one of us don' t like cats. Personally, if I can tell you, I' ve had an approach to the two cats, but in a certain way I don' t decide to have one. But that' s true. They' re very funny animals. They are animals that can swallow you a lot of joy, as well as moments of laughter. Cats have a very distinctive act, comparing it with dogs or other pets. They are curious by nature and this clear curiosity makes them have different accidents. It ' s more than clear that many of us, through videos and by watching more cats, know how to act at least for the most part, but what would happen at home. There comes a cat that does not behave at all that way, a cat different from everyone and that, if this was not little, is a cat that chases away the other cats, It is a cat that makes you nervous, It is a cat that every time you are with you you feel a sinister presence that is accompanying them, something inexplicable

14:09 to translate. You just know that cat isn' t a normal cat. Well, this happened to the next person, who pleaded to love cats. But after living this experience, she believes that it would be best to stay away from those cats who look at her strangely. Your story is next hello. My name is Martina González. The experience I want to tell you happened a few months ago. I' m currently studying at the University. I ' m an only child and I have a big family. As for my aunts, I have a very good relationship with all of them, so, as soon as they asked me for favor, I agree. Sure, as long as I can do it, it turns out that about a year ago, a distant aunt I have on my mother' s side, asked me for a favor that the truth couldn' t refuse. I' m a cat lover I love cats. I have about three, but that doesn' t mean that every time I see one of them on the street I always caress him and cuddle him. It doesn' t matter even if the cat is half aggressive. She asked me if, please, on the ten Saturdays she could take care of a cat named Lorenzo. This cat was dark,

15:43 completely dark and had two large green eyes. At first I agreed and very pleased. I had looked after pets before and I was very good at it. It turns out Lorenzo had had certain accidents, so my aunt was more than worried every time she left the house. Always when she came back she saw Lorenzo with some marks or even with injuries to his legs. He had been a clear victim of some vehicle, some bicycle or something that he did not immediately see on the first day when Lorenzo arrived. Something strange happened every Saturday, about seven o' clock in the afternoon until ten o' clock in the evening. I' m staying alone in the house. My mother works just like my father both arrive from 10: 00 to 11: 00 and from 7: 00 a m that a cousin of mine is leaving, as more is kept in the afternoon until 10: 00 p m. I ' ll be alone. That day I was brought to Lorenzo at five o ' clock in the afternoon and since he arrived, both my cousin and I saw that this cat was strange. It was not like other cats in its good appearance, it was an ordinary cat, but when you touched it, when it was close to it, you felt a very big heaviness, you

17:19 felt like sadness and you also felt a fear, since I can assure you Alex and the whole Community that in all the time I looked after it I never saw it blink was a cat that held your eyes and never closed your eyes, at least I never looked at it. Another thing that became strange to me, although my cats I can' t presume they were the most sociable in the world. Every time I came to Lorenzo, they behaved strangely, as in alertness and fear. They couldn' t be near Lorenzo. They felt like they were intimidated. I have a house where clearly more than three cats fit. It' s a house that has different levels. They even fit about eight cats at least. When Lorenzo went up and up the house, it didn' t matter what level my cats were on. They were shooting out. If Lorenzo was in the room, they wouldn' t come. If Lorenzo was in a hallway, they wouldn' t go through that hallway. And even worse, if Lorenzo was inside my room, they wouldn' t get in at all, so this got very strange to me.

18:40 Apart from Lorenzo' s behavior, he was very gloomy. I remember many times that he was just watching you, but in the distance, when I was in the kitchen, he would sit at the center table, watching me when I was going somewhere in the whole house and I would quickly lose sight of him, he would appear, but in places where I was commonly passing he would always appear in the hallway leading to the bathroom on the second floor. I always went up that bathroom and always found it in the middle of this hallway, watching myself even as if prepared for me to appear around.

19:26 As they believe and as I thought at that time too and as I told other people, maybe they will tell me that they are my ideas that they are simply animals, that some will behave strangely by emotive x oy, but at the end of the day, they are animals. This was the explanation I was continually giving myself. What gave me the most terror was when I was going to my room at the time, I didn' t have a door. I was simply counting on a curtain, so my cats would come in when they wanted to, and I kind of liked this. But when I came to Lorenzo I didn' t like that curtain at all, since only Lorenzo appeared in my room. I never saw him when he walked into it. It was as if I expected me to turn around, or even I think I blinked and Lorenzo, in a fraction of seconds, was already inside my room. I endured this many times more than anything because I believed that, in the long run, I would perhaps get used to his presence. But all this came to a limit. One night. That' s why at 9: 30 I was in my room. I remember I was on the computer chatting with some friends, doing one while listening to music with my hearing aids, when in that I realized that Lorenzo is in my

20:59 room with n as usual, sitting on the bar of this one at the entrance, my dad had previously built a bar that served there for my computer, but to get a desk, I simply had it to put my backpack and other notebooks. I was right at the entrance, but I was at the back of the desk I had at the time, so every time I turned. I saw Lorenzo looking at me like you were throwing me out, like I was going to do anything in an instant. There were three times. I remember that night when I tried to scare him away I told Lorenzo go away Lorenzo, I even remember throwing a notebook, but not to him, but to lower him down, simply to scare him to hit the bottom of the bar, but he didn' t even mutate. Actually, Alex, I don' t even remember hearing it. Maullar was a cat that didn' t make any sound. I tried not to pay attention. This is what I turned back to my computer. I kept doing my thing, put on my hearing aids, put him on the music, and in a matter of seconds, I practically forgot that the cat was there. I was in the talk, I was in my homework. When that gives me set I turn and see Lorenzo again. But now he was in a strange position,

22:34 in a position that, as I have talked about before and as other people have also said, anyone who sees a cat sitting in this way simply provokes a repelling villa. Lorenzo sitting as if he were a person, a human like you and like me, his hind legs were falling down the corner of the bar, while his fore legs were holding him from both sides and his tail was coming up, waving from one side to the other, as if it were a person of a sitting child. Watching me staring, I was in shock. I simply took off the hearing aids little by little while still listening to the music I had put on. I didn' t know what to do. I think I' ve been looking at that cat for, like, two minutes, and that' s why I' m telling you, in those long two minutes I didn' t see him blink at any time. I took a sweatshirt that had the chair. I had put her in the climate and it was a little cold. I took it and without thinking about it, I threw this at her to get her out of that strange position that scared me a lot and it worked in a certain way.

23:55 Lorenzo fell and once on the floor, he just walked away, not even scared, he didn' t run out like other cats would. He just walked very quietly down to the bottom After this thing that happened to me, I told my aunt that I just couldn' t take care of the cat. I invented him that he had attacked me and that he had also attacked the other animals. I' d just said this last few weeks, like something was telling me go prep this because the cat won' t take it long now. My aunt understood and took him. Some time later I found out that my aunt was involved in witchcraft and santeria and that that cat was just her companion in every job she did. This one was always present.

24:48 I think some of that was stuck with the cat. Perhaps some essence, some aura, because even my mother said that every Saturday that she arrived that cat did not like as soon as my aunt arrived and took it away she felt like the house was free from a heaviness, from a bad environment, a bad vibe that felt and the cats, my pets were coming out from wherever they were, because also the last days we didn' t even see them, and it wasn' t like they left the house, but they were hiding inside the house lying in a closet in a Ropero from the time that cat arrived until it was gone, and it was too coincidental, that cat carried something, something that both people like me and my mother felt and also animals. Thank you for hearing my story. I hope you liked it. When you live in the countryside, it' s very common to see cattle horses cattle every day. Many farmers take them down the mountain or make them walk through certain busy roads of the villages. These two brothers had an assignment during the night, they had to go for a shipment and bring

26:22 them that same night to their destination. They were two young brothers. Few knew that something as common as a horse to see during the night would be the most gloomy thing that would happen in their entire life. This horse had other plans, had sinister plans for those two brothers. It seemed that this horse was not a normal horse. It was a horse that wanted to lose them. It was a horse that somehow sought to dig them deeper and deeper into the darkness of the forest and the blackness of the night. His story is next hello Alex. My name is Emilio Boca Te. I want to tell you something that happened to me when I was in my brother' s company for a shipment from my best man. Previously, me and my brother, my whole family practically lived on a ranch stuck to the border in this town. Years ago, my best man had, we could say, a warehouse, he had several, in fact, but all of them together, he had a junkyard, an old iron tank, and he also stored tires.

27:48 All these were transported to the city to the foundry and also tires. He was dedicated to this and, consequently, needed a few days, some extra and clear employees, me and my brother were always willing. At that time we were seventeen years old. We were very young and, of course, hardly anyone hired us for being underage, so my best man, whenever he could offer us work, had taken on such trust that he even sent us on orders. These orders were due to the fact that some ranchers had no vehicles or carts, but the carts bore a very moderate weight and sometimes had a lot of scrap piles between rusty used iron and other kitchen utensils, tires, etcetera, etcetera. He had a truck, which was very good for this, especially to travel the dirt roads on the mountain carrying these very heavy. We had already gone several times for these commissions, some during the day and some other unlimited occasions during the night. That time he told us that the next morning he was going to need us to go for one of these orders in the truck. I told you not to worry, godfather.

29:21 What' s more, if you want, let' s go with this now more than anything, because the next day we had a game, since it was Saturday and obviously, if we went for this shipment, we were going to get half a game, or who knows if we got there. So my father didn' t tell us that if our parents were okay with it, for him there was no problem. That did give us a cell phone to communicate and close where we were coming from. This order. It was different, since my best man had left the truck in charge with this man who was going to fill him up and here it' s going to take something that we have to go to this house, through the truck already loaded and come and leave it to the warehouse and then to our house.

30:03 As they say, they had saved us a much better return for us. It was nine o' clock at night. We went out on a bike, I was driving and my brother back pedaled and pedaled as fast as I could get to the house. It really wasn' t a house. It was just like a cabin. They had some chickens there, some sheep, but nobody was there. They hadn' t left the key to get in and out of the truck. What we saw puzzled us a little bit, but it didn' t completely surprise us. There was a horse held by a rope, by a mecca tied to the truck so that they would also take it along with the truck and the cargo was a very large brown horse.

30:53 His horse was black. His eyes were also completely black, although of course we could not see very well, as it was nighttime. We hesitated a bit. Our godfather hadn' t told us we had to take a horse, although this wasn' t new to us. He had already asked us for this kind of favors before, but of course he always warned us when he bought a lamb, when he bought chickens, some sheep and, therefore, we brought the animal along with the cargo, since he also had cattle. We' ve been thinking. We came to the conclusion that perhaps the horse had bought it only that it had forgotten to tell us the same was the first time, so nothing happened. We got into the truck and started marching like any other normal day. Me and my brother, while we were talking, we weren' t completely distracted. We knew where we were driving and this I' m telling you keep it for later. We knew the roads practically there we grew, so disorienting was not something that happened to us very often. In fact, we hadn' t been missing for years when my brother tells me to stop the truck, but they tell me dry so stop it we weren' t going too fast, as we were going

32:28 down a dirt road and get you out. He got out of the truck, but carrying one of the sticks that we had inside it, just in case it came back or anything else. I immediately, as I was going down, told him what was going on and he answered me there' s someone on top of the horse. We' re probably on the road. I got off immediately, too. My brother had seen this from the rear - view mirror of the van on his side, but my rear- view mirror, which was at the door, didn' t go where the horse was. I couldn' t see anything, so I just believed in his word and got off immediately too. When I went down, I stopped dry.

33:09 Like my brother and the two astonishments, we watched the horse come in completely normal. There was no one on top of him. Just seeing us and seeing us my brother told me how about we let him go. We tell our best man that maybe he let us go. Because I don' t know. I think we' re even stealing it. I wasn' t very sure about this, to be honest with you, but as soon as my brother just got a little closer to the Mecca and this horse reacted violently. He started kicking it. Oh, well, try to kick him.

33:51 Luckily, my brother went faster. The horse was bronchus. I told him to look there, leave it alone. We have to be late too. And if it' s a misunderstanding, then we just explain it to him. We both agreed, got back in the truck, and we' re on our way. Again we were talking and this horse business was already being forgotten. When my brother, again, hits me in the knee to get my attention, I tell him what, what happens and he tells me look up the rearview mirror above. I stared at him, moved the mirror a little bit, and focused on the horse. Indeed, someone came up from him was someone in dark clothing, because his silhouette was completely dark.

34:42 We had the moonlight, but it didn' t matter any color. We can only see the silhouette of a man with a huge hat, as if Mariachi was riding on the horse, Following us immediately, I stopped in the truck, I also took a stick and the two at the same time we came down to again notice that there was no one. But this wasn' t enough for us. We thought at the time that someone was following us that he was probably hiding between all the junk we had or maybe under the truck, because we didn' t come fast. We have to drive at a very tiny distance to be able to pull the horse and, above all, the road was not at all. Well, we started to light with the lamps, but there was no one. There was only Monte around us, there was only scrap in the truck. There was no one under this.

35:40 Nor were we extremely surprised by this and also fear began to take hold of us when I looked at it and I think my brother too, at the same time we were nowhere to recognize. We were in the mountains and we were driving for about forty minutes. Previously at this distance it was supposed that maximum, at forty forty- five minutes we were arriving in the village and if we were going at a very but very low speed, we still had to be seeing the town in the distance, but in that case we saw nothing. It was complete darkness. At that time we also realized that the way we came we did not know him, in fact, just a few meters ahead, or what I say meters. There were ditches that started inches from the tire of the truck, deep ditches, full of water and get out that could not be seen in the naked eye, but that walked on it had a day. It was at that moment that we began to light up to the front and we saw that we were about to get stuck with the truck. He was probably going to stay there and he wasn' t going to answer. We were disoriented, we both saw for anywhere, we couldn' t coordinate, we didn' t know where we were and

37:15 we didn' t know where to go. The only thing that we knew and that we had it very clearly was that we had to go back, since we weren' t going to happen that way. We got in the truck hit for reverse, and this horse started kicking the truck, but very abruptly, avoiding completely that we were reverse using a little head I said well, the horse is sure. He sees the truck approaching and he doesn' t like it and he starts kicking him. So what I did was turn around the wheel so I could take a ride in u and get back. But the horse didn' t want this either. The horse was starting to kick, it was starting to squeal, it was beginning to stop us as if it wanted us to break into those ditches. By this time I had to stop the truck and both my brother and I thought the same thing.

38:14 You know we have to let go of the horse and even with those blows he' s giving us maybe he' s even pushing us further. My brother got off and was just getting a little closer to the mecca. The horse was getting angry again We had to come up with a plan. I with a stick started distracting the horse while my brother very quickly unleashed it. This wasn' t fast. It cost us several attempts, but in the end we did it. Once untied, we thought that the horse was going to run away, as any other horse that was broncho would do, but not that horse stood there watching us in the blackness of the night, I tried to keep turning around. No, and this horse was still there hitting the van in the way. It was at that moment that I said that time that we' re not getting out of here. Now I speeded as fast as I could and took a very open turn and even the rear tire got into a ditch. But luckily and at the speed we were getting out of it almost immediately. Once we left the horse behind, it started jumping from one place to another and lincing. We both saw him through the mirrors as making a tantrum and while he was lynching and jumping, throwing blows to

39:45 any side, he went getting more and more into the mountain until he just got lost of sight. We had to return that address and in a matter of seconds, we were located again The road that I was coming through was correct, at least to a certain point, at some point in the journey that neither my brother nor I remember, we turned and instead of going towards the village, we went more and more between the mountain and between the mountains of this one. At last we were arriving in town and we noticed that the cell phone finally had a signal, as we tried to call several times when we were practically lost, but we were at a point where the signal didn' t give. We were completely isolated. We noticed that we had some calls that we couldn' t get in, so we started calling all those numbers. It was my mother, my father and my godfather who were worried about us, because according to them, I didn' t know anything about us. For two hours now, among all we were talking about, we told our uncle that the horse we were carrying had been released and, therefore, we had lost it. But my uncle answers which horse. I didn' t send them for any horse. When I sent them for cattle or tell them they' re going to bring some animals. I tell them to be prepared, but a horse. Those animals are very big. I

41:22 ' d never ask them to attract one. So what we thought immediately is that we had brought him in by mistake and told our best man. You know what a godfather. Then we brought him in by mistake and I hope he doesn' t have a problem with Mr Tomorrow, my best man explains to us that he was fine, that he was very close to him and that if he had to get it back to him, he would replace him with money. But passi. It turns out that the next day, when my godfather makes mention of this to the owner of those animals of that domicile, he too is amazed. It tells you which horse. I don' t have horses My best man explains to you that way. My nephews say that they came for the truck and that in it you had put a tied horse. They took him because they thought he had bought him, but on the way he was released and the horse ran away. But this man says no, he didn' t own horses. I had more animals, but horses didn' t. They even asked a man who was always there, He was a man who monitored the routes and was at a stop that was close to that address. This man says he saw us in the van, but that we were alone, that when we left that warehouse we went completely alone. Only my brother and I in the truck didn' t transport any

43:00 animals and that hours later we came back and left again. It was correct what this man said, the hours, the signs of the truck, as we were dressed. But that horse, that happy horse, which caused us to suffer torment that night, seems to have never existed. The girl who tells us that this happened years ago. So we could say that this does not add up to recent sightings. We could say skill walkers nwalles. This story has been going on for years, so it makes it clear to us that this fact that animals act a stranger is not recent, but that this has been going on for a long time, his parents had a veterinarian and this vet came a strange dog, a strange dog that would cause them nightmares, that would cause them an experience that they would never forget and that victim of this their treatment, the animals, although it did not change, if they became more careful about what kind of animals would enter their home. His

44:36 story is as follows. Good night crypt and the whole Community. My name is Laura. For now I think my last name will remain anonymous. Laura ' s my name. True. This experience that happened to me has a good years, as it happened. Currently I am about thirty- five years old, and this happened to me when I was eight. All my family and even I, and now also my children, have taught them what they have to love animals, what they have to respect their habitat and that if they have pets for reasons, they have to take care of them well, even if it is wonderful. They have to have certain dealings with them, put water on them, put food on them, dress them when they get cold, they' ll be hanging out when it' s hot. This was a upbringing that was taught to me since I was a child. My parents had a vet. My mother was a vet. My father did the same, but my father worked in another part of town. It was better paid. On the other hand, my mother took care of the vet we had in the house. It was a very well- known little place in our former city. My mother had certain attitudes towards street dogs. They were

46:10 dogs that had no owner, dogs that were cold, they were hot, they were hungry and she was tending them. She would put some dishes of food in front of the vet, plates with water, and numerous dogs, sometimes dogs that we only saw once and then disappeared. They would come over there, drink water, eat and then leave. So they don' t have any doubts. It wasn' t like we couldn' t adopt them in a certain way. We had too many animals in the house, as I remember we had cotorros, we had ferrets and we already had two dogs there. One was called Kiko and the other was called K Cuichato. They were two small- bred dogs, but Kiko was too far away from chat.

47:06 He was a playful dog. It was a dog that could socialize with other dogs in the park and even with street dogs. I didn' t have an aggressive attitude at all. He was a very well socialized dog, so it became extremely strange to me when out of nowhere in the afternoon Kiko began to act in a way that was not his own, as well as dogs. One afternoon about that, five PM or six, I heard Kiko was grunting, but grunting in a very intense way. I went out to see what it was. I thought maybe some animal or a stranger was lurking nearby, but nothing to see. Kiko was inside our house and was looking out of it through the wooden fence we had. I was looking at a dog, a big dog. At the time I didn' t know what breed that dog was. Eventually, my father told me that it was possibly a cross with a road wailler, because of its fur, because of its size, because of its factions. It was a dog of an imposing presence, but it was not his size, his race or his gestures that awakened in me a certain fear towards this one. I had had numerous dogs,

48:38 I had approached numerous dogs when their owners brought them to the vet. I had already caressed road wilers, pitbulls, German shepherds. That dog had something else. To this we add clearly that while I was eating the others but they were still street, they did not approach the dishes, they were looking from the distance, they did not approach, they did not grunt, they did nothing. They were just watching him. The dog ate and as he ate, he looked towards the house. To be more specific, he was looking at me. It was a very human look to me. He already sells those photos that dogs sometimes take with human traits that somehow bother. Well, that dog had a very human look. When he was looking at our house, this dog got up, walked slowly and lay on the sidewalk as he kept watching. Every day I came from school, I felt afraid for this dog was street. You could see that. The strange thing is this dog didn' t move. I stayed in front of my house in a

50:12 small park that was there either at one end or at another or below a bench, but always watching towards my house. I obviously didn' t tell my parents about this, because at the end of the day, it was just a stray dog. Besides, I really like animals and I thought this was just something unusual that I felt. But one night all this changed and went from bad to worse. I remember before I went to bed. I slept with my sister at the time. We were both between eight and nine years old and I looked out the window. I looked at it simply because I saw some lights and I really liked to see the two scoundrels. But when I opened the window, when I ran the curtains, I saw him again I knew that he spent the night there, but not in a normal way, as many will be thinking. Maybe what they assume is that I saw him looking at the house and yes, indeed, but he wasn' t sitting, he wasn' t standing on all fours. That dog was standing upright, standing on two legs and with the other two legs extended, as if standing a person under a tree. That dog easily measured more than

51:47 I did at that time standing up, his height was shooting, and I was very afraid. I quickly closed to the curtain and told my sister to see too. She too, with some fear, approached the window and saw the same thing as me. Now there were two of us who were deeply frightened by that dog. But, for our bad luck, things didn' t end here. It had already been several months for this, the dog was still there and, in a way, me and my sister started to formulate some strategy not to see it. Obviously, we were no longer looking out the window facing the park, but looking for another window facing the other end. In addition, it is to say that while we attended the street dogs the moment that dog approached to start eating, we acted in the same way that the others retired and let him eat. We just broke into the house immediately and took it away for a couple of months. Kiki Chato during this time had the same attitude. During these months I saw in that dog and started to growl more Kiko. Kiko stood in front of the wooden fence and began to growl at him. The other dog just stared at him.

53:24 My mother scolded Kiko several times, as she did not like that attitude of him. And as time passed a nightmare, it came true. My mother, as I told you, is a dog lover and seeing that dog for so long and even my mother approached him and caressed him and this dog left. He chose to adopt him and put him in our house. I don ' t think it' s necessary to tell them the resounding fear we felt when we got from school and I walked in on us is more, we saw that he was in the house, he was in the yard. We asked my mother and father to get him out, but obviously, they didn ' t want to. They said that the animal simply occupied a family and that we had to give it affection, that it was a meek dog.

54:19 He came to us, smelled us, and with it he left. In a way, I wanted to believe what my parents told me. I wanted to believe that maybe the only thing we had seen was some kind of optical illusion, maybe the shadow of the dog because it was dark and in the night we confused its silhouette that it stood on two legs, maybe with something else, maybe it was our mind we tried to familiarize with that dog. They didn' t step back. They were very jealous, or rather I think that' s not the right word. They were too defensive. I remember very well that they did not sleep when ki Cuichato showed up with this dog and immediately began to grunt at him, so my father chose because this dog was in the courtyard and Kikuichato inside the house until they got used to his presence. But this didn' t happen. They didn' t sleep.

55:24 I remember sometimes I got up at three in the morning, at two in the morning and my dogs were awake on the first floor in a state of alert, guarding the windows, guarding the doors. On the other hand, the other dog rarely slept too. He wandered around, turning around the house, as the house was in the middle and around the entire courtyard, and Kikuichato followed him with his eyes and followed him where he was moving.

56:04 One of these many nights, I was asleep. When she suddenly speaks to me, my sister wakes me up, but she doesn' t wake me up with her voice, but with pulleys. It' s getting rid of me and it' s starting to drive me from one side to the other. In bed, I wake up the navy and ask her what she' s up to. I couldn' t talk. It took about ten fifteen minutes for him to calm down. I kept stuttering, I couldn' t manage any words until the dog finally told me. He spoke to me out the window. I was in the kitchen, he spoke to me by my name and told me to open the door. Obviously, I believed my sister, that dog was something strange to me. This was too much coincidence.

56:57 We had both seen it on two legs and now this is still begging our parents to let the dog get it back out on the street. But they didn' t want to count again. It all got worse one day when a storm came, a storm of those that there is heavy wind rain and, to our misfortune, my parents made the decision that the dog would get inside the house. Maybe it was our mistake not to tell our parents what we saw about that dog. We just told him we didn' t want it. It should also be said that we did not know how to explain to our parents that the dog spoke and stood on two legs. It was something I don' t think they' d believe. The decision was made that the dog would get in during that night and Kiki Chato would have to be locked in our room with a clear key and the other dog could move wide throughout the house. This idea didn' t seem to us, but at the end of the day, we had to accept it as soon as they put the dog in. I remember the four of us, my sister and I and my two dogs locked ourselves almost immediately in the room. We didn' t want to see him even walking around the house. The night fell and with it the worst experience I have experienced so far in my life,

58:32 and it is that I heard steps outside of our room steps that went from one side to the other. You could see under the door a certain shadow that was walking and that kept loitering in our room. I got up little by little from my bed and in that I realize that Kiko is at the feet of my bed in a fight pose, with ears standing, peeling teeth grunting, but at a low level. He knows that on the other side, perhaps by smell, is that dog. I was sure I had already kicked him out of the door, so I tried to sleep again.

59:24 But this did not help me, because I began to hear voices from someone, from a man who came from that hallway and was asking me and my sister to open the door to him by this time, I turned and looked towards my sister' s bed and she was awake and was also witnessing every chat. On the other hand, he was grunting, but cornered in a corner. He was more fearful and by the time we realized it, the knob turned and the door opened. When the door opened, that dog was the first thing that entered the room. Kiko stood in front of me and in the middle of him began to growl and growl. As I tell you, Kico is of a very small breed, It is of several sausage crosses with Chihuahua, so see such a dog the height of a road wheeler in front of a sausage. It' s a feeling of impotence You know it has all the loss, but I couldn' t act at the time.

1:00:45 As I repeat, I and my sister were eight or nine years old, so all we chose is to start crying. But since we were scared, we didn' t do it in a very high way. It' s unconsciously we recorded our parents coming, but they took a while. They weren ' t listening to us when suddenly this dog also starts grunting and begins to surround my bed as if wanting to approach me, I remember that this dog ' s head looked like a human, but with hair it was as if it changed during the night, it looked like very human traits. His nose was like a person' s, but covered in hair. It' s a very traumatic scene that so far I haven' t been able to get out. He was looking for a way to get to me, but Kiko always stood in the way. I followed him from one side to the other, until flat out I think this dog got tired, started seeing Kiko and grunting at him. When this dog made the decision to approach, Kiko, without thinking about it, fell upon him and began to fight in front of me. Because of the bites, the barking, the squealing, my parents got up very quickly. Me and my sister started screaming so my parents would come faster. What started to despair me at the time was that I started

1:02:20 listening to Kiko squealing at that as well as a lot of blood I was seeing. My father arrived and took the Rod Weiller, which was on top of Kiko, quickly threw him into the courtyard. Me, my sister, and my mother got close to my puppy. We picked him up from the floor and my mother took him away. He tried to help him with all the medicine he had. He cured him, he did what he could and my father was there too. It was a very, very desperate morning, as we were also walking with them there in the living room. We did what we could, but Kiko lost his life after a few minutes. Apparently, the bites I had received were very deep and had been given to them in the back, in the neck, so up to that moment my father made the decision to get rid of that dog. He was thinking of taking it to a shelter. He struck the dog with a muzzle and tied him up and put him in the truck. The minutes passed, the hours passed and my father did not return. It reached around 12 noon. I had missed work. My mother asked him and all so well what, because it had taken so long. If only I was going to take him to the shelter. The hostel was some 40 minutes away. Why it took so many

1:03:52 hours. He was very pale. He came scared of him in fact, didn' t answer us right away. He sat in the room looking down for a very long time, until my mother touched his shoulder and asked him what had happened. My father didn' t want to tell us anything. He simply told us that the dog had not taken him to any hostel that had driven further, further and further away to get out of our locality, open the back door and throw him on a highway far away from any house.

1:04:38 And that' s where he decided to leave it. It' s a date that so far my father never told us what he had seen with that dog or what he did to him in the course. My mother does, but she doesn' t want to tell us either. In short, my father also lived a paranormal experience with that dog, but he keeps it to himself. I, on the other hand, like my sister, although this happened to us, we don' t leave love for animals anyway, and I don' t tell people to do it either. This experience is simply something isolated. I' ve been adopting dogs and it' s been one of the best decisions I' ve ever made. Even right now I have a dog that is not of race, that still maintains the name of Kiko, as well as so many others that I have had in honor of that dog that saved my life as a child, since if it had not been so brave to get in the middle of me and that dog, possibly that dog would have attacked me and because of the size and size of his mouth, I don' t know how it would have come out of that.

1:06:00 That was my experience. When researching the subject, I am told that it could be a wall skin walker or some witch or maybe some creature that simply took the look of a dog to get into the house. Anyway, I' m so glad that this is in the past and that that dog hasn' t come back to my life thanks to everyone who heard and good night.