Cacé A Un NAHUAL Que Comía Personas Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The winged creature. My name is Isan. I had plenty of time not working as a teacher until I was offered to work in a school that was in a little town practically hidden in the middle of the jungle. Not many people would be willing to leave their lives completely to go to a place in the middle of nowhere, where they don' t know anyone and most likely won' t last long. But I wasn' t like other people. Not only was it a safe job, but I would fulfill my dream of becoming independent, even if this was so far away. At the same time I thought that could not be so bad. On my first night there something very strange happened. I used to be a person who slept until very late my sleep hours were always messy, but by that point in my life I had gotten used to it. It was three o' clock in the morning and I was still awake. As I read, I could see that everything around me was in a rather disturbing silence. Not only was I used to the city where you always hear cars and all kinds of noises, but at that time there was no sound at all, I couldn' t even hear the classic sounds of insects like crickets or wind. I blew away from fearing myself, it was really comforting. I thought there was no better room to

1:36 read, but that changed abruptly when I heard something very heavy landing on the roof of my house, which, being sheeting, made the noise a lot louder. It seemed as if a bird had landed on my roof, but the dimensions it should have to cause such a noise were completely impossible to believe. I didn' t understand what was happening to me. I could hear him walking down the roof. He almost seemed to try to make as much noise as possible. That' s when I got out of bed and decided to see what was going on. I took a broom and hit the roof twice, which caused what was on my roof to fly. About five minutes passed without any more listening. This calmed me thinking that maybe the fact that the roof was filmed increased the sound and could be a simple bird of normal size, perhaps just a little bigger than usual. As I tried to calm down, I decided to go to the kitchen for some water while I was drinking I started to feel watched. It was a pretty strong feeling and I couldn' t ignore it. That' s when I looked out the window facing the street and I could see a person, a man, to be more accurate, was a considerable distance away, but still I could see that

3:08 his gaze was quite penetrating and he seemed somewhat angry as he watched me all that was quite strange, not only because he was the only person in miles around that he was on the street at three in the morning, but because he seemed almost as if he was recriminating something. I looked away a little as his gaze was really intense. When I wanted to look again to see what I was doing, I realized that the man was no longer there. I looked everywhere, but I didn' t see him anywhere. It was as if he had just vanished. I thought about it for a moment, but after half an hour I decided to go back to bed and think a lot about it, I ended up falling asleep. I remember that first day perfectly. Many arrived quite early and anxious. We started by introducing ourselves and doing a few activities more than anything to assess their level of education. It was a big surprise to know that many of them, even though they were old enough to be in sixth grade, didn' t really know how to read or write. Still, I was trying to give my best, always planning interesting activities so that at least they would learn a little bit. That seemed to work for a while, but after a month in that place, I began to notice some things that I thought were done out of bad habit,

4:41 but the longer I spent in that place, the more I realized that something strange was happening there. To begin with, I could see that all people without exception were locked in their homes before nightfall. That warning was given to me when I arrived in the room, which I was given to stay in during my stay in that place had a thick chain, which I was told to put before sleep and that no matter what I heard, I should not go out even if they knocked on the door. That missed me at first, but I came from the city, a place where everything is more insecure and I thought that might be the reason. It could be as simple as they wanted to steal from me, or, as some people disagreed with having a teacher in the village, these well might try to hurt me and so it was that warning. As time passed I realized that this warning was not only for me, but that all the inhabitants seemed to follow it to the letter. I had heard several things about a bird, but I had never seriously asked what they meant at first. I thought they meant a kind of legend that all villages usually have about witches, which took the form of birds rather than owls. Those stories always made me something silly and fanciful.

6:15 Still, I was intrigued by some behaviors people had in the village. As I said before, that' s how I tried to get more answers, I decided to take advantage of my classes. I knew the kids in my class were very interested in the paranormal theme and horror stories. Apparently, in that town there were many that parents told their children and had even seen more than one occasion as the children gathered to tell their own stories, which seemed to me a good tool to encourage them to read and write more as an activity of that day, I told them that they could write a story of terror and then, when they had finished, those who wanted to go to the front of the class to read it. I could immediately notice that that really seemed to work out, as for the first time I could see how all the children were excited by the fact of doing some duty and for the next half hour all the children stayed writing when at last they all ended up.

7:20 Most of them were pretty basic stories about how their grandparents faced fireballs or how they also told about how they had fought with some creature, which they claimed was the devil. I' d heard that kind of story before, though not from such a direct source. The children were passing one by one and I was proud that my idea would have been a success in encouraging children to read and write. I was not making any progress with my search for answers regarding the strange behavior of the inhabitants of the village. Near the end, a child passed across the street. This kid was called Ikal. The story he went on to tell started everything he lived through. While reading his notebook, I realized that the story had not been told to him. Rather, it was something he himself had lived through. That' s why it caught my attention. From the beginning, he said that he had a younger brother who was taken by the bird. As soon as ical said those words, I could notice that not only did he draw my attention completely, but he caught everyone' s attention there, as the silence became total to pay full attention to the story of this child. He began to tell how his brother and he used to be sent by his father to check the irrigations of the harvest. He said that he had been sent alone, but he was

8:52 very afraid, so his brother decided to accompany him. That day they did what their father had commanded them to do and were walking back home. He said that on that day everything seemed quite different from others, because, unlike what was always heard in the surroundings, like birds or other insects, even the wind blowing, it was not heard that night, which made both of them quite nervous neither one said anything. He held his little brother' s hand and walked faster and faster trying to make the journey shorter. They saw no one as they walked down the street and that was an extra reason to want to rush home. A little before arriving, they heard something that seemed to be like the sound of birds flying, only that sound seemed to be amplified as if a very large bird were in mid- flight. At first.

9:58 They didn' t even bother to look for the origin of the sound. They were completely determined to get home. The more they walked, the louder that sound became and it was evident that he was approaching them who turned to see what it was about and that was when they first saw him. Then he went on to say it was very dark. Remember it was a very big bird. This one even said it was bigger than a jaguar. At the same time as he recounted how in the dark, he could see that the head was very similar to the head of a rooster. His wings were much larger and his body was more like a dog' s. I could hear one whispering, which said it was true, as some relative had also run into her, which seemed a little strange to me. I couldn ' t believe an animal like the one the little ical described existed. The boy continued his story by saying that they were both very frightened to see that thing and began to run as it was getting closer to them. It wasn ' t long before they got home, so they chose to run towards her instead of looking for a place to hide. That was a big mistake.

11:18 That thing was very fast and in a matter of a couple of minutes. She came down and took ical' s brother by one arm When the boy said the latter, it seemed almost as if it hurt a little to tell. He wanted to place much emphasis on how he sustained everything he could, even that thing lifted him out of the ground a little too, but finally he didn' t have enough strength to continue holding him and ended up letting go of him he told how the creature raised him as if his brother didn ' t weigh absolutely anything and flew very naturally. He could hear his brother screaming as that thing moved away. He also mentioned in his story that he ran to tell his father, but it was of no use, as when he left there was no trace of the bird or even any hint of his brother. He also said that they looked for him for a long time, but in reality it is that once that thing decides to take someone, this one is never seen again and in that they all seemed to agree. When the boy returned to his place, I had to think everything I had heard.

12:28 A couple of minutes I didn' t know what to think about it, and I even thought everyone there was agreeing to try and play a joke on me. But no child there seemed to laugh that the children were telling the truth or at least what they believed to be true. Two more children came across the street to tell their stories. I didn' t even pay attention to the latter, as my mind was just going through their story. The class came to an end and all the children left the classroom. For my part, I stopped Ikal and before he left, I questioned him if his story had really happened or if he had invented it only for the class.

13:16 The question seemed to even almost offend him. He told me that he hadn' t invented anything, that he would never play with his brother' s name. That way, I wanted to ask him more questions, but how he looked pretty upset about my first question. I' m done leaving the subject aside. As I walked through the village in the direction of the only store, I decided to ask the seller if he knew anything about it. He was a very friendly person who all my time in that town had done very well with me. I came in normal and asked for the items I wanted. That day I didn' t know how to bring up the subject of conversation about that story of the bird that kidnapped a child. And finally, when I realized that there was no way to ask about the existence or at least some story about that bird without looking like a madman, I started the topic with the question saying maybe he knew what had happened with the brother of ical Immediately after I said that, the man answered me that yes and that there was not much talk about it, since the mother of the child did not like that people touched on the subject. I asked him if he knew exactly what had happened, because what the boy had told me really seemed unbelievable and I, seriously, wanted to know what had happened and why the child told him that his brother had been taken by a half- gay bird half- dog or whatever this child described in his story. The man

14:52 answered me without even taking into account the matter that had been taken away by the bird to what the man told me that there were things that we should simply leave as they were and that sometimes it was better to live in ignorance than to try to understand what was going on. I didn' t agree with that idea. All that seemed strange to me, not to mention that I really wanted to know what was supposed to have kidnapped a child. I think I asked three rather strong questions, followed by questions to which the man was unwilling to answer. None of the inhabitants used to mention or speak of the bird out loud much less in broad daylight, as it was believed that the bird used to attack whoever spoke about it. Those words seemed even more ridiculous to me, as an animal could not know when it was spoken of or not. The man seemed quite sure of his words, but he also saw me curious enough to tell me that yes, seriously or not I could go to my room, where I stayed at night to tell me a little more, but that if I went around asking those questions to the inhabitants, then I was going to cause nobody to love me. There. I accepted his proposal, and that same night I waited for him in my home with a couple of beers and some snacks. As I began to eat, he questioned whether I knew what a hua was. I immediately said yes, to

16:26 what he told me then I had exactly the answer to my question. I proceeded to tell him that I knew he was a gual, but that the Nahuales didn' t really exist and that he should know. But he told me that he had a pretty arrogant mind about things that can happen or not. Then, when he told me that the Nahuales existed and were as real as the two of us and that for evidence enough was the bird, which they did not know exactly where it came from. Some said he was a sorcerer who died and had exchanged or made a covenant to return in such a dreadful way. Others thought he was actually a man from a neighboring village who was able to transform himself to be able to steal children in a simple way.

17:18 He told me he ran into that thing. He once gave me a little more details about what that child had told me in the classroom. This one told me he seemed to have six legs in total. He also told me that when the first sightings began, not many people actually believed in that creature, as if someone said it sounds pretty amazing. That was the main reason why people did not take the appearance of it seriously. Very soon, the children began to disappear, as did some farm animals. In spite of all that, people wanted to assume him as people of bad life who tried to scare them so that they would not go out at night. But soon sightings of that thing became more and more frequent. The time when Ical' s brother was taken, which I learned at that time that his name was Fernando, had been the first time a child had survived his attack that was enough for most people to believe in the existence of that thing and begin to take proper precautions. He told me it was the reason why everyone was locked up at a certain time. The man also told me how based on all that, the people began to say certain superstitions, which actually had nothing to do with the creature, but whatever they could do to feel a little safer,

18:49 then they did. One of them was not to talk about this being who claimed that, if he did, he would appear and you would be next. Once the man stopped telling everything he knew, I was completely surprised. I couldn' t believe adult people could believe those things. I thought what they had seen right might be some animal, like an eagle or something. I know many will tell me that in that place. It was not common for eagles to be so large. But even though I was very aware of that, it made it much easier for me to believe that somehow one would have ended up in that place. Before I thought that the cause of all that was a creature. Like a hua, the man told me that he used to be quite septic at first, too. After all, he had already seen him face to face, so he was completely convinced of it, but I, who had never seen him, could not believe him.

19:57 When the man left my house, I stayed almost all night thinking about what he had told me. I couldn' t believe that it was a supernatural creature. I wanted everything to have a more logical explanation. Trying to get answers by my own hand, I decided I might as well marry that bird. After all, if the stories were true and he managed to kill that thing, I think he would do the people a favor, plus he was pretty convinced that it was just a simple bird. My initial plan was to do it completely. I only had a little experience marrying my father, being very young, had taught me how to hunt, as it was an activity that I really enjoyed. I thought I knew enough to catch that thing.

20:49 After all, my father had always said that I had a very good aim and believed that it was the only thing I needed in that town. It was a little hard for me to get a gun and I ended up getting a couple of rifles with the father of one of my students. I didn ' t tell him what exactly he wanted them for. Part of me felt that I had to keep the secret of hunting that thing on my own, so that no one would try to stop me for fear of making things worse. The first time I planned to marry the creature, I decided it would be a Friday, as I expected the worst scenario. I could get a little hurt by that thing, so I' d have at least two days for my wounds to heal. In this way I would not worry and avoid some uncomfortable questions. The truth. While I was waiting to see that bird, I found it quite pleasant to spend the night outside my house, in a place so full of nature and far from virtually any sign of civilization.

21:56 I felt relaxed and enjoyed being there. I didn' t know if I was in the right place, because apparently that thing was flying over any place in the village, but I had chosen that place because it was the place the children pointed to as the home of that creature was almost one in the morning and I was drinking some coffee from the thermos. As I thought about how foolish I was trying to find a half- gay winged creature half- dog with many legs, I thought that maybe all that was just a joke that people were saying so that the kids wouldn' t go out at night and behave themselves. While I was thinking about all that, something caught my attention was a rather peculiar sound, very similar to that of flying birds, but with the characteristic that it was very strong, as if hundreds of birds flew at the same time and in a synchronized manner. I looked straight into the sky trying to see the bird that caused that dream. I thought it had to be huge so it could be heard that way. As I watched the sky I could see nothing, I walked a little further into the forest thinking I could see if I would climb some tree and light up with my flashlight. I must admit, I was a little nervous about it at the time. While I understood that it was a very large bird, I could not imagine how large it should be. What I had heard gave the impression

23:30 that I was much larger than an adult, perhaps even much larger. There was a part of me that asked me to come back and forget the whole thing. Another sound caught my attention immediately and was the crackling of a branch. It was like something really heavy was on her. I lit up with my flashlight until the light lit the top of that tree and what I saw was pretty scary. On that branch was what seemed to be a bird, but the more I saw it, the more I knew it could not be a bird. He was huge, even bigger than I could see his wings collected behind his back, which were also immense. I saw four legs.

24:17 The lower legs were exactly the same as those of a common bird, only very large, but the hind legs were more like those of a jaguar. I know exactly how this sounds and I know that many will be thinking that my description makes no sense. I' m just telling you what I saw that day. The head was one of the most grotesque things I' ve ever seen, as it was completely at odds with the rest of the creature ' s body. It was almost as if someone had taken the head of a rooster and roughly sewed it to the body in question. While the head was proportional to the body, it did not make him feel part of it.

25:00 Rather, no part seemed to be entirely of a single animal. It was as if someone had joined different parts of animals. It was a terrible thing. The creature' s eyes sat upon me, which was rather frightening, more because, like me, it was completely still. At one point I came to think that it might be a statue or maybe a doll, as I really couldn' t even tell if I was breathing. He was just there staring at me. The doubts that it was real were completely dispelled, as as soon as I tried to step back, I realized that I was only still because I was still and as soon as I decided to move, this thing was completely ready to jump on me. It really scared me.

25:53 I stood still for about five minutes thinking about what to do. I knew I couldn' t stand up. I thought I' d be quick enough to aim the rifle and shoot. Then this one would be hurt and I could run away when I tried to move to get the rifle right. The creature moved again was almost as if it understood what was happening then, when I knew that I couldn' t wait any longer and that creature would jump on me sooner or later, I thought I should act quickly. I took the rifle, but before I could even point the creature flew away in the dark. The darkness prevented me from seeing exactly where I was, but I could hear it that thing seemed to be able to see in the darkness, for before I could locate it it threw itself upon me. I felt his claws in my right arm, making me release the rifle almost immediately, he didn' t seem to want to take me rather he wanted to hurt me, because when he grabbed my arm he immediately released it just to throw himself again this time on my back, leaving serious scratches on it. The impact knocked me to the ground. I tried to recover enough to see the creature fly again. Determined to defend myself I took the rifle off the ground and without even pointing too much, I fired that stopped his flight dry.

27:23 I don' t think I expected him to shoot one of his wings. I' m not so sure, since he screamed in pain. It sounded awful like the sound of some rat trapped in a sticky trap, only it was much stronger and more painful. Fortunately, those screams were the only thing that happened, as the creature began to flee immediately. I tried to reload to shoot again but the creature was lost between the dark and the trees. I barely had the strength to go back to the place where I was staying. I could not sleep all night, both for the pain of the wounds inflicted on me by the creature and for the fact that I could not help but visualize it every one that closed my eyes. I thought that I couldn ' t do anything about this world and it all shook me. Two days passed and I thought I might leave that terrifying experience in the past. I ' d just have to lock myself up at the time everyone said and take my precautions. But that wasn' t going to be so simple. After my confrontation with the creature, the disappearances of children began to increase. Not only did he stalk those who stayed late in the village, but there were reports that the creature entered the houses. No one understood how or why I had started doing this, but I felt a little guilty. In less than

28:56 a week, four children had disappeared. I didn' t know if that had anything to do with having hurt the creature or not, but that' s how it felt. I didn' t know what to do. I thought I' d go away and leave all that behind, try to forget it and never mention the subject again, but I knew that all that wouldn ' t be solved simply by leaving the town. I had to at least try to face that thing. Again, thinking about facing her filled me with fear. It was no longer like that first night when I didn' t even know what I was up against and thought it might be a simple bird of unusual size. Now I knew exactly what it was that took the children and no doubt, seeing her again was not something that interested me very much.

29:48 I still took those disappearances as my responsibility. I had confronted her and somehow seemed to have taken her rather personally. What I didn' t understand was why he didn' t come looking for me and instead, he took the children. One night, while I was wandering around in my bed, I could hear that sound again, the same sound I had identified that first time. Initially, that sound paralyzed me for a few seconds as he remembered what it was like and what had happened that day. Fortunately, that fear went away I thought I did want it to end. If he wanted to sleep well again and have a clear conscience, then he had to face that creature again. I got up immediately I saw through the window and, while I could not see her flying over, I could see the shadow that was projected thanks to the moonlight, I loaded the rifle and came out. I remember seeing that it was there. It looked like he was coming at me.

30:53 At the same time I began to point towards the sky hoping to see it, but at first I did not see it. I thought maybe he was scared and he was gone, he was about to go back in. When I heard it again, it was coming directly at me, just as I was behind my back, I turned and with all the courage I could gather, I shot before I could get there. I could hear that horrible cry of the creature again. As I tried to fly back, I went fast enough to give a second shot and when I went a little into the jungle, I could see how it fell. I was more surprised by the fact that no one else in the village left their homes. Despite all the fuss, I think the fear of being carried away by that creature was much stronger than his curiosity to know what was still going on. I didn' t think about it much. At that moment I ran right out to her.

31:52 I wanted to finish the job, but when I got there I didn ' t run into a weird creature. On the ground was a name, he had a gunshot wound to the side of his abdomen and mouth. Blood was starting to come out. I didn' t know it was exactly what I expected to find when I arrived, but surely finding a wounded man wasn ' t within my expectations. That man didn' t talk, he just seemed to be trying to breathe. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to go get help with other people. When I was finally able to get a family father to listen to me enough to get him out of his house with me to see that man hurt. When we got there, we ran into the fact that there was nothing left. The place ate a pretty weird smell. I explained what had happened and how I had found the man lying there. I thought people would take me for a madman for my surprise.

32:53 Everyone there seemed to believe me they told me that they already suspected that that creature was one of the same and now they corroborated it with what I told them. That was the last thing that was known about the creature in that town, since it was never seen again. I don' t know if he died or if he didn' t want to come back anymore, since he' d been found out. I was teaching there for almost a year and a half more, but because of personal situations, I had to leave that town after that and I didn' t come back. I hope that creature has never returned, and I also hope that I will never again experience any experience similar to what I lived that time. Wilson had been so much of my life in complete solitude. My brothers and parents had just died two years ago from a car accident. I worked from home, I didn ' t know or it took me long to get out of it for absolutely nothing, except to make the pantry. I had a neighbor named Fausto, a good person, but he used to work a lot and even if he wanted to, he didn' t have much time to spend with me, he had already noted some symptoms of depression in me, so Fausto decided that it would be best if he had a type of company. One good day,

34:25 he came to my door with a beautiful half- breed puppy. I asked him why he bought me that dog. He assured me that one of his friends had a little dog who had died by giving birth to those puppies so they were looking for a house for them, as they could not keep them all. I wasn' t entirely convinced to accept a dog. I didn' t think I could take care of anyone and I knew that dogs were plaintiffs, so I initially turned it down. He asked me yes, I really didn' t. I wanted to at least keep it for a couple of days while I was looking for a new home for the dog. I accepted a little, although I didn' t want to take that responsibility.

35:08 I didn' t want Fausto to feel bad either. The days passed and I became more fond of that dog, which I named Wilson. I knew that was Fausto' s plan from the very beginning, as he never mentioned the fact that he was looking for another house for the dog again. I didn' t care about that. It had been a very good idea. I began to have fewer and fewer episodes of both anxiety and depression, and that dog kept me company, becoming the most precious thing I had. This changed the day when, during one of the rides with Wilson, due to a September party, they threw a lot of pyrotechnics, which caused Wilson to panic. Like he was a big, strong dog. I ended up letting go of the thing I was carrying him with and it was completely impossible for me to find him that night. I should' ve been looking for him for months. Every day I would stick flyers and publish the photo of my dog in the hope that someone would see it and return it to me.

36:14 He even offered a great reward for him, but none of it worked and that caused me to fall even further into that pit of depression that Wilson had helped me get out of. There were many nights when I couldn' t sleep and right on one of them I got a call from a person who didn' t tell me his name and to be frank, I didn ' t think to ask him either. It was a rather strange call. This man asked me if I owned Wilson. I immediately replied yes. I asked him if he was okay. I began to fill it with thousands of questions regarding my dog, The man on the other side of the line just kept quiet until I stopped asking and told me that I had seen him on a street from which he gave me the address before I could thank him or mention to him the reward that this one offered I hung up I wanted to see my dog at all costs. So, before I could think about what I was doing, I was already putting on my shoes and going to the direction that that man had given me when I got there, I was anxious to find him. I should have been walking down that same street for hours calling him. I was almost about to give up, thinking maybe the call had just been a bad joke. But just as I was about to leave,

37:45 I heard a very characteristic bark. There was no doubt. To me, that bark was Wilson' s. The bark was coming after some trash cans and as soon as I got there, I started calling him with the expectation that he would recognize me when I checked behind a container. There was his back hair. He was slightly erect and looked rather thin and somewhat fearful in his eyes. I almost cried at that moment just thinking about all the hell that had to happen during those days that he wasn' t with me trying to calm him down, I told him that everything was fine and I approached slowly. He seemed to recognize me immediately, as he greeted me by licking me and moving my tail with my happiness back to the top. I took him back home, hoping to finally sleep a full night, knowing that my dog was safe that day I slept until later than I commonly used to.

38:46 It should be almost one in the morning when I was awakened by a somewhat snoring voice as if it came from a scratchy throat. I thought at first that maybe I could have left the cloth on. I got up and went towards this one. When I arrived I saw that the TV was off. That seemed a little weird to me, but I immediately forgot. Seeing Wilson from a corner staring at me strangely, I hardly noticed Wilson not meeting me in bed. When I woke up, the dog was there watching me doing absolutely nothing but looking at me. His eyes were a little different.

39:30 At times they seemed almost human, but I didn' t want to pay attention to that. I called Wilson and the dog stopped seeing me to run towards me. That same night, when I was trying to get back to sleep. I was just about to fall asleep. When I heard that voice, I could not understand what it was saying, for it seemed to come from outside my room. I tried a little to understand it, but when I woke up completely, I could only notice that my fart was not with me. I got up and went to the living room believing that maybe my dog was there. As I walked down the hall. I could notice that that strange voice I had been listening to was becoming clearer and clearer. I realized that I didn' t say any words or consenting words. On the contrary, he seemed to be simply emitting sounds before laughing in a strange way.

40:27 I looked in the room thinking that someone was there, but there was no one but my dog sitting on the couch the moment he noticed my presence, turned with exactly the same look I had noticed a few hours ago. I was so uncomfortable that I couldn' t even call him to come to sleep with me. I just went back to my room leaving him alone and despite all of the above, I left my door open just in case I wanted to come back to sleep with me. It took me a while to fall asleep, as every time I closed my eyes, that look of my dog came to my mind, something in it troubled me. I was convinced my dog hadn' t looked at me like this before. On the other hand, I was trying to convince myself that I had spent a lot of time alone and maybe that had changed something inside him and that' s why I saw him so strange. None of these answers pleased me, but I ended up choosing to believe them. That night I had a very strange dream.

41:34 I dreamed that I would get up from the bed and walk down the hall looking for the switch, as the light in the hallway was out. When I finally arrived and turned on the light, I saw Wilson at the end of the hall, but he was standing on two legs, completely upright as a person. This scared me so much that I woke up almost instantly still somewhat exalted, but I was very reassured to see Wilson sleeping next to me, which reassured me that it had only been a dream and that I just had to get used to having company at home. It was again two days when nothing strange happened. That night I was getting ready to sleep.

42:21 Actually, I was already in bed. I had noticed that Wilson was not with me at the time, but since he had come home, this was common, so I no longer bothered to go look for him or call him. I only left the door open in case I wanted to go in to sleep. I was lying down while I was reading a book. When I heard someone stirring and moving things in my kitchen, that put me on full alert. I got out of bed and started walking towards the kitchen. The sound stopped from moment to moment, which made me stop too, but after a moment I continued walking. When I finally arrived in the kitchen, I could see that everything was in order, except for one thing. On the table there was an open yogurt and next to it a used spoon was completely certain that I hadn' t eaten that yogurt, so I couldn' t explain who had done it. I looked everywhere thinking that someone had come into my house to steal, but everything was in place, or at least everything valuable, so it was even more absurd to believe that someone had come into my house for the sole purpose of eating a yogurt. He still couldn' t explain any of this to me. When a sound in my yard alerted me, it was like someone was walking, it sounded like a person.

43:54 Immediately I went to the courtyard and although I did not see a person, I could see them silhouette of someone or rather said the shadow, which I could see thanks to the focus of the courtyard that was always on. This seemed to be from a tall man who walked a little bent. I immediately took the first thing I had at hand, which was my broom to have something to defend myself with and opened the door alerting him that I had already seen it. When I approached the place where I had seen that shadow, I saw no one. There was Wilson, sitting still like a statue.

44:35 He looked directly at a specific point in the fence without broadcasting or making any sound. I thought maybe the person who had entered the field had decided to run away by jumping it near exactly where Wilson kept looking. That relieved me a little, as I thought that person would think twice before returning. I was still worried about many things, such as the fact that Wilson had not alerted me from the start, or the yogurt eaten in my kitchen that I had not eaten. I decided that it would be best to forget the matter, although I would make sure to close all the doors properly from that day to the next day. I remember eating my breakfast. When a wind ran all over the kitchen with a smell of rotten eggs, I got up to investigate, thinking something might be messing up in the kitchen. But as much as I looked, I couldn' t find anything. While I was checking the refrigerator, I heard the voice again. I was sick of it and I didn' t want to go on like this, so I walked where I thought it was the origin of that voice. When I got there, I saw my dog sitting down and watching me again. I didn' t know what was going on, but I began to understand that whenever I heard that voice, the dog was nearby. Just thinking made me feel a complete fool of everything that had been going on since Wilson had returned. It made

46:07 me think that that could not be a simple coincidence, so without knowing what to think, I stared at my dog and asked if there was anyone talking to him. After asking my question, there was only an awkward silence. The dog looked at me as usual and for a moment I thought everything would be like the other times, but this time there was a sudden change. The dog smiled. It wasn' t a typical dog smile, it was something quite human. That smile gave me a total chill, so much so that I immediately left there, leaving the dog alone while I was in the garden smoking a cigarette and thinking about what happened, I saw my neighbor Fausto coming down from his car. Noticing me there, he greeted me immediately and is very critical of all my experiences. Since Wilson had returned, he told me that the strange behavior of the dog probably must have been wasted so much time and that he only needed space and time to adapt back to life at home. I took his words as absolute truth, thinking maybe he was right.

47:21 Maybe I was exaggerating things and my dog was just trying to readjust to the home around 11: 00 p m after watching TV for a while, I got up to go to the bathroom. I thought I' d go to bed later, but when I got out of the bathroom, I heard that strange voice again. I walked back to the room, convinced that the origin of the voice was related to Wilson. When I got there, the dog was sitting completely alone and doing nothing else. At that time I made a comment that I sincerely regret today. Looking directly at Wilson, I told him I knew he was the one talking. I clearly didn' t mean it. I just wanted to see his reaction or make a little joke to relieve the tension. As soon as I did, the expression on my dog ' s face changed completely. He looked at me seriously and his eyes became deeper and more human than ever. My dog stood on two legs and just stared at me. That scared the shit out of me. I ran to my room to lock myself in. I could hear Wilson' s legs rushing behind me, but for my fortune I managed to lock myself up before I could reach out I could hear the dog scratching the door. I didn' t know what to do. I felt like I was going crazy and I was starting to get into a hysteria attack. The dog kept talking to me,

48:53 insulting me or simply asking me in, but I didn' t open the door. While I was still there almost panicking, I could hear my phone ringing I took it and saw that it was calling me Fausto. He didn' t even let me tell him anything about what was going on, since he started the conversation wondering if he was okay. I didn' t know what to say. I just kept quiet while he was telling me that there were a lot of barking coming from my house and I wanted to see why the dog was barking that way. Those words made my blood freeze even more. I wasn' t listening to barking. The dog was literally quiet, so I didn' t understand why Faust listened to barking. I told him the dog had a very weird behavior and he was scared. He told me to stay there and he' d come see me not to worry.

49:52 Fausto arrived a few minutes later and just as the door opened. The noises stopped completely. I' m still locked up for a while until I heard how Faust. I was knocking on my bedroom door and wondering if it was okay. I was asking him if my dog was there, but he told me he hadn' t seen Wilson. Nowhere. I opened the door and we both looked for Wilson, but this one never showed up again. I still don' t know what I took home that day. I' m convinced it wasn' t my dog. I was cursed. My name is Leonardo. When I was almost twenty years old, I was completely homeless.

50:44 On more than one occasion I fell asleep in public places or on some benches. I can' t imagine how hard it had to be for my parents to see me in that state where I used substances, but I think they thought that if with tinotinua they helped me and encouraged that behavior, I would never be able to straighten myself out. I remember perfectly how this curse began. I found myself on a bench reneging a little bit of my luck, because my last can of beer had fallen to the ground and I had no money or anything to buy more. I was there just when a man came by my side and stared at me. I knew that man was pretty well known in the village and not exactly for the best reasons. Everyone in town said he was a very bad sorcerer. I didn' t believe in any of that nonsense, but no doubt the man gave a mysterious air, which was denoted a lot when he was a little younger. I remember I was even a little scared, not so much because I was a witch, but because I thought I actually used that facade to commit real crimes without anyone bothering him. At that time I felt no fear or anything. It caused me a lot of indifference. That man seemed to be quite interested in me.

52:12 That time, then, he stood right in front of me and offered me a can of beer. He called me by my name and told me he ' d been seeing me those days. He was pretty empathetic. He mentioned how difficult it was to live on the street and he also mentioned how only I should feel at that moment having lost the support of my parents and my entire family. He really hurt me. I had not spoken to anyone until that time, but I was very sad about everything that had happened and how my life had ended. That man proposed that I go to live with him and help him with some things in his home at the same time as his work. That proposal missed me a little, but I also thought I didn ' t have much choice at that point in my life. It was the opportunity to have a place to sleep and be, not to mention that I could earn at the same time a little money to continue with my lifestyle.

53:15 After just thinking about it for a moment, I decided to accept the man ' s offer. After all, I didn' t think anything would happen His house was pretty far from the rest. I asked him the reason and he told me that people were quite ignorant and that it was best to be away from those people. I figured that made sense. I didn' t ask any more questions inside his house. I could notice that the rumors that he was a sorcerer were true. There were all kinds of weird things like jars with foreign substances, an altar and objects that seemed to be used for ritual or clean. I didn' t know anything about it, but that whole place got a little weird. Still, I decided that if I didn ' t care about that, everything could work perfectly. The first tasks this man gave me were quite simple. My tasks ranged from cleaning up some parts of the house to going shopping for all those rare herbs I always used to have. I also realized that there were people who were going to see him.

54:23 This one never allowed me to hear what those people were about, but as little as I knew, some seemed to go for illnesses, that the doctors said they no longer had a cure or they were going to get clean. All that seemed silly to me I thought those people really needed to go to a doctor instead of going with him, but I just kept my comments. I didn' t want the man to think he was disrespectful and then throw me out of his house one day. I remember that when I came back from the errand, I could r was a woman lying on the stretcher that he had while he was passing a hen through his body. That seemed so strange to me that I couldn' t help but stand there watching what was going on big was my surprise when, after a while of doing that, the hen died out of nowhere. There was no sound. He just died. I couldn' t see any more, because when this happened, I couldn' t help but make a sound, which alerted the man that I was there and told me to leave that very afternoon. That man told me he couldn' t be interrupting the sessions he had with his clients.

55:37 I apologized and told him I didn' t know he was working at the time, but the doubt kept eating me. I asked him what had happened to the chicken. The man thought about it a bit, but finally he told me that the woman had done him a very strong job and that was why the hen had died. I was genuinely interested in everything he was saying to me, which triggered him to tell me that if he was interested, he could teach me a little bit. I had the condition that if I accepted to be his apprentice then I would not question absolutely anything that he sent me, for he knew why I was doing things and I should always obey.

56:28 It had never been my strong point, but I was interested in learning all that. Besides, he earned pretty well by doing those things. I thought that I could charge the same once I knew how to perform them, so I ended up accepting at first. He taught me some pretty basic things, like how to do clean with an egg, as well as differentiate when a person was attached, to a tie or, to a curse, He told me that I could see in his eyes and also in the tone of his skin. He explained exactly the points and characteristics that some curses had. All that really interested me, but soon things began to become a little more twisted. The teachings quickly went from helping people feel better, to doing jobs for which people felt bad like haunting people with land of pantheon, love, and curses. I realized that he was much more able to cast or curse than to remove them. I thought that was a little bad. I didn ' t see the right thing to do with people, but I didn' t say anything, as I had promised, that I would obey and be a good learner so I just let myself continue teaching one day. He told me that if I had ever heard of the Nahuales, I had only heard

58:01 of them as a fairly popular legend in the village. There was even one where they said they had seen one prowling around the village. I' ve never seen him before and I didn' t believe in those children' s tales. Now that this man mentioned it, I began to rethink whether it could be real after giving him a brief explanation of what I thought was a gual. He told me yes, indeed, but he also told me that, in fact, anyone could become one if I proposed, that intrigued me a lot and I saw myself succeeding in becoming some animal. That possibility pleased me and implanted too much into my brain. Very soon I found myself asking you, please, to teach me how to do it so that I could carry it out. The man told me it wasn' t a simple thing, but he was willing to teach me if he really wanted to. I ' m not gonna say all the things I had to do to be able to do that. I don' t want anyone to repeat it or try to recreate it. I' m not carrying that. On my conscience, all I' ll say is it wasn' t very nice. I started with soft things, but every time everything went up and I felt obliged to finish it whenever I asked me to do something that I wasn' t sure I told myself that I had already come too far to retire at that time and ended up fulfilling what I asked for. One of my last tasks to

59:32 carry out my transformation was to give him some blood. It wasn' t that complicated. I just had to cut myself in the palm of my hand and give him what he wanted. At first it seemed to be one of the classic tests I put on. I poured a good amount into a bottle. He was with me the whole time. While I was doing so, he told me that it was enough and that he would go wash my hand, as it was still dripping. I didn' t take long to do that and when I came back I saw something a little weird, he was separating a part of my blood that he had spilled into the bottle was so focused on what he was doing that he hadn' t even noticed that I was behind him. When he took some blood, he began to add some things to it. At first I thought he' d give me that blood to carry out some other commission, but this didn' t happen. Noting that I was behind him, he took the bottle and closed it in one of his pockets. I was going to ask what I was doing, but I immediately stopped thinking that he knew what I was doing and that he would probably give it to me. After that, it never happened. I ended up getting what I wanted I could turn into a gual or I think that ' s what I am. I' ve read some things that make me believe that at the same time, I might as well become another kind of creature. I' m not quite sure yet, because when I become,

1:01:05 I don' t have any control over what I do, I can' t even remember. They' re more like blurry dreams, which I initially thought they were. I only remember the first time I went to sleep and had a rather strange dream of myself running on all fours and entering a henhouse. I can' t describe exactly what happened there. I' ll just say most chickens didn' t tell her. That day everything was so vivid and I woke up a little excited in my bed. I tried to calm myself down thinking it had all been a dream, but when I got up to try to wash my face, I realized that my clothes were stained with blood and there were so many feathers in my bed. That scared me a lot and I ended up telling that man everything that had happened. He told me it was perfectly normal, that I couldn' t control and that I could do it later in time. I calmed down a little bit, not quite. He congratulated me for finally being able to make it and told me that he was proud of me. I soon realized that I was not in control at all of that situation. He had dreams, but soon he was not only attacking animals, but also people. Everything ended exactly the same with me, waking up with wounds or covered with dirt or blood, which I didn' t know where it came from or who it was from. I had no idea what was going on. With me. I didn' t

1:02:38 want to hurt people, but it was like I didn' t even have a decision on it. A little scared by everything that was going on, I decided to tell the man that I didn' t want to go on with all that. I told him I wanted to stop turning and become just a regular person again. But he told me that this was not possible, that I had accepted and had done many things that I could never take back from. All I could do was try to learn how to control it. Time passed, but there were times when I no longer even woke up in my bed, woke up in a completely unknown place, in villages far away to where I lived. It didn' t make any sense to me.

1:03:22 He seemed to be attacking specific people he didn' t know, knew he couldn' t undo it, and I began to tie myself to bed to avoid going out at night. In fact, that was useless, because it always ended up untied and hurt people again As time passed, I could not control anything that happened to me. One day I found out about the motive. It was night and I was about to fall asleep, since I didn ' t want to transform again. The dream became more and more heavy for me. And when I was about to fall asleep, a knock on my window, which I still have no idea it was, as it was very strong, I woke up again. Alerting me, I decided to get up for some water and walk around the house. While I was doing this, I could see the man sitting at the table. He seemed to be doing something, which he couldn' t do. Well, after a while, he seemed genuinely frustrated that he was not getting the result he expected. At one point this one got up and left the room through the second door, which allowed me to peek out to see what I was seeing. That' s when I saw something that iced my blood. There was a picture of a man along with a black candlestick. There were also some strange symbols and, among all things, there was also a photo of me in which I had written back what looked like a phrase in a completely unknown language. I

1:04:56 didn' t understand what was going on, so I went out of there and went back to my room, when I was about to get there I ran into the man, who looked at me and questioned me because he was still awake. So late I told him I had only gone to the bathroom. I returned to my bed and soon afterwards I fell into a deep sleep, which seemed to come from nowhere and again transformed myself. But this time there was something different, something that changed everything, because in the fragments of sleep I had I could recognize the person I attacked and it was the same person who was at the table of man. Everything made sense to me at the time I was like the instrument I used to hurt people. I woke up the next day and confronted him directly, telling him that I knew and that I wasn' t going to do his instrument to hurt him. The man looked at me with a lot of indifference and said that I really had no choice, that I belonged to him and that I was going to do exactly everything he wanted, since if I didn' t, he could really hurt me a lot. I was very frightened and left that house immediately, but that did not stop me from doing any harm in his name. I tried a lot of things like avoiding sleep or hurting myself so I couldn' t carry out any of his orders, but none of that seems to work.

1:06:28 I have also gone with many other sorcerers to try to break whatever binds us to what compels me to obey it, but these tell me that I accepted and that it is something that cannot be broken. I feel completely cursed. Today there are some nights when I can be calm, but there are others where I still continue to hurt people I don' t even know or I' m even sure they deserve it. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante