Invoqué Al Diablo Con La Ouija Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 In a nearby colony. To mine lived four of my cousins, all of them brothers among themselves, sons of a trailer boy. They helped their parents to manage the vehicle, from interior and exterior cleaning to mechanical revisions and tire change. One of my cousins, and Bonn worked on anything to do with his father' s trailer, learned how to handle it perfectly and knew how to change his tires. I just got married, went to visit my cousins, who were very close. We had stopped seeing each other for a while because of all the changes that originated because of my recent marriage, as my wife had just given birth to my first daughter, Andrea. On this visit I went alone, as my wife was exhausted by baby care. We talked for a long time and when the time came, my cousin and Bonne suggested playing the huija, claiming that I had played it several times before and that it was nothing bad or dangerous. I accepted excitedly, for I had long been intrigued by that artifact I had never used. Also, I was interested in finding out if it wasn' t just a kind of trap where the participants moved the pointer to read what they really wanted to see. We headed for a small center table and Ibon set up the board. After a quick explanation of the operation of this object, we started to play it. My

1:38 cousins asked random questions and the pointer answered. I still doubted the veracity of the game, believing that possibly my cousins wanted to mock me and it was they who moved the pointer. His questions ranged from funny questions, as if the spirit knew who would win the next football match to whether a deceased relative was in hell. My turn came and, after asking any number of questions, I asked her if she knew what she was doing at the time My wife, the daughter responded by feeding your daughter Andrea. Then I asked him who he was and the answer left us cold by the devil. On my way home at night I continued to reflect on everything that happened on that visit to my cousins. When I got home, I told my wife what happened and showed her the gift Ibo had given us. I had been given the daughter so I could play in my own house, accompanied by Marta, my wife. She got very upset when she saw the box and asked me to get rid of the gadget. If it was a lie, it would just waste my time and if it was real, I didn' t want anything so macabre about our daughter. Either way, I couldn' t bring anything good to our house. I didn' t get rid of the board.

3:05 I just left it in storage for a while until I forgot I had it. A few months later, as I was looking for an object that I thought was lost, I opened the closet where I had kept the box with the daughter. I took it out and a few moments later I was already playing with it. When I invited Marta to play with me. She got upset again because she hadn' t thrown it away, even though she had asked me to. At that moment. The board began to move quickly and what I could read were a lot of insults directed at my wife. The pointer stopped moving for more questions than I asked him. I tried a little bit more without an answer. It was then that my wife called me to eat together. I left the board and went to eat. When I finished, I went back to the daughter to keep playing with her. I asked him questions and he came back with a gun to answer. I asked him where he had gone. He told me he was playing with the devil.

4:06 A chill swept through my body. I didn' t tell Marta. I kept the board with the intention of returning it to my cousin and bonded what I didn' t know was that the daughter wouldn' t let me abandon it so easily. From that day began the inexplicable events that made my hair stand up and made me wish I had refused to play with that evil thing. When I came home after work, I began to feel really angry. I realized it and tried to calm down so I wouldn' t say or do things I' d regret. Then I tried to stay a little away from my wife and daughter. Soon afterwards, whispers in my ears were added to these episodes. As I walked from one room to another unknown voice, they murmured in tongues that I had never heard, causing an unknown fear in me, for at home there was no one but my wife and baby.

5:09 The voices went up and down without a rhythm, until as the days passed, the murmurs became insults. They were all addressed to my wife. The violence of words that only I could hear was increasing to a level where I began to really worry about the safety of my family. But terror was just beginning. Many times I woke up startled at three o' clock in the morning, feeling that something was walking on my face or that something was falling on my body, when I was violently incorporated because of the startle, my wife also woke up what I felt walking or falling on me. They were alacranes, yellows, animals that did not even belong to the region and with those we had never met before, fell from the ceiling without any explanation on my face, arms or chest. I even found them inside my boots or my pants when I opened the drawer or inside my night lamp, also in the backpack or briefcase that took me to work. But stranger, they only seemed attracted to my belongings, as we never found them in the objects of my wife or my baby, for because of fear before lying down or dressing we looked very well at the garments and all the corners where dangerous animals could be hiding. One of those horrible nights I woke up very upset the voices

6:42 that had already disappeared the previous days returned to my ears, but this time many different voices were intermingling little by little. Some of them were silenced, while others were rising to such an extent that it caused me an intense pain in my ears My hopes were still asleep. What confirmed that only I could hear it was when I noticed that my body did not respond. My arms, legs and torso were inert immune to the orders of my brain, which was desperately struggling to make me move and rise. Only my head and eyes obeyed my orders as I kept fighting to regain control of my body. A tiny flash that caught my attention the phosphorescent green light of the alarm clock that once again marked the three o' clock in the morning lit up the corner of the room, just where my bureau was That corner was slowly descending a thin thread I saw the scariest thing I' ve ever seen in my entire life in the lower part of the web. A strange and demonic being descended, a kind of huge spider, with immense eyes injected with blood and with the lower part of the body of a goat. When he realized that terror was reflected in my gaze, he began to laugh at me as I continued to fight with my body so that I could finally move. After a few seconds that seemed to me two eternitys, I could begin to move my arms,

8:18 I could carve my eyes trying to wake up from that nightmare, but I could only see that terrible being with his disgusting laughter, with greater clarity, coming down more and more from his thin web heading to the corner of my buro my body. At last he agreed to my orders and I was able to get up from a terrified jump, waking Marta that at no time had she realized what was happening. I didn' t understand what was going on. When I searched on the edge of the bureau on the floor, under my feet on the blankets, under the bed, with a quick breath due to panic, but I found nothing. At last I told my own wife what happened, who only said with weeping eyes that the runaway would only bring trouble in the house. The rest of the night we couldn' t sleep. I lived in this insane hell about three months supporting insomnia and fear trying to protect my family. I didn' t know what else to do or how to stop this madness. The only thing I could think of was to return the bank. The next day I handed the damn box to my cousin ibon gave me a Burlona smile. When I told her everything we' d been through, I understood that she didn' t believe me and that she was supposed to exaggerate to scare her. He accepted the return of the board and promised me he' d get rid of it. Two days later,

9:50 Ivón' s older brother, Roberto, telephoned me with a trembling voice. He begged me to come as soon as possible to talk about it. I noticed so scared that that very afternoon I decided to meet them. When he arrived and Bonn hugged me and began to cry terrified. Their parents and brothers were also very upset, so much so that they could see how pale their fear was. What they told me then had the same effect on me and Bon had decided to burn the huija. Responding to my wishes, he threw in a metal trash can. The huija sprayed gasoline on him, threw a match, walked away a few meters to keep changing. The rim of a trailer was a sunny Sunday and the whole family provided maintenance to the trailer.

10:39 The brothers washed the box, while the parents cleaned and organized the interior of the cabin. Suddenly, Roberto began shouting loudly, alerting his parents and brothers to leave the trailer and take refuge, as, being at the top of the box, he could notice that a sajeros passer bus was beginning to lose control from a few hundred meters beyond, giving them a chance to escape the accident that was coming. The loud screams of the passengers were being heard closer and closer. The unchecked bus was headed straight for the trailer cabin. Right below was Ibon, who kept changing the tire, but she didn' t realize the warnings because she was listening to music with her hearing aids.

11:28 Susana, her younger sister, who was closest to her. By washing the front of the trailer box, he reached to pull it out of his arm, both falling on one side of the sidewalk a few millimeters from death. With scraped hands, twisted ankle and blows to the rest of the body but alive. When the bus hit the trailer cabin, it almost turned it long seconds after the hit, the driver wobbly off with a wound bleeding on the forehead and disappeared in the traffic that the accident had caused. The rest of the passengers were slowly leaving the bus, crying children, men and women, cursing the driver, Glasses, broken, backpacks scattered on the floor, lost shoes, but all alive called the ambulances police. When things calmed down a little, the family finally entered their home, even without believing in the fate that kept them alive. They tried to talk about what happened, but the shock was such that they only looked at each other for a long time with tears in their eyes and Bonn decided to walk for a while to clear the.

12:43 Mind. Upon leaving he saw the smoke in the boat and remembered the objects that should have been already incinerated. He popped his head inside and came back horrified with his parents. What he saw in the middle of the smoke was impossible. The bags, boxes, old clothes and papers he had thrown into the tambo were already a black, smelly mass of unrecognizable objects, burned or melted, but on them was the huija intact. It was then that they called me to tell me what had happened, indisputably blaming the evil that emanated from her from the accident that cost them their lives. Their faces were deeply marked by fear. I could only believe they gave me the run and told me to get rid of it, for they had not succeeded and had only brought evil to their house. I took her and left her at the entrance to my house next to the garbage bags we' d throw out the next morning. Again, I didn' t tell Marta what happened. I didn' t want to scare her or worry her. That night was strangely calm I slept as I did not since the first day I dared to play with the daughter the next morning. Early I went to throw away the trash, making sure that damn box went along with the rest of the bags.

14:13 I felt calm when that object finally moved away from me. I couldn' t believe how easy it had been to get rid of her and blame me for not listening to my wife when she asked me to take her away from home. That was the end of the nightmare. Or so I thought. That same night the whispers returned to my ears and other dark phenomena. The clock was ticking three o' clock in the morning. When my wife woke me up from a elbow while I opened my eyes and tried to focus my gaze on marten, I noticed that she gestured at me with her finger in my mouth as a sign that I would remain silent. A familiar tune.

14:56 A fragment of classical music was heard far away and was becoming stronger and repeated in a loop So, we lasted a few minutes trying to figure out where the sound came from. I stood up and lit the lamp at night, following the sound until I reached that closet where the daughter had been forgotten before. I stuck my ear to the door and could hear the music clearly. I opened the door very carefully, hoping to find perhaps a rat or a huge cockroach that would have caused the music box to start working. I directed the light inside and what I found were perfumes and makeups. But I shuddered the image of the music box, closed and powdered for more than five years, when I gave it to my wife for our anniversary. There was only one way to make it work and it was to wind it and open its lid. So began a little doll to move on some tiny wait to the rhythm of classical music. But at this moment the box was closed, without rope, without doll, dancing, without its mirror, tiny in sight and on it heavy bottles of perfumes and makeups that prevented even taking out the box.

16:17 Easily, when I noticed the impossibility of an insect or rat moving the box making it sound, it was that the music stopped. I closed the closet making sure the box was locked. I looked at my wife with a face that pretended to be reassuring and told her that the box had fallen perhaps because of the weight of the perfumes and that it was the reason the music sounded. I don' t know if he believed me, but that night we kept sailing all the time again because of sounds that were heard, like the refrigerator, the ticktok of the clock happened constantly for at least another month, while other phenomena were present in our house, we were on the verge of despair and we feared for the safety of my baby. All this was ending our physical and mental health, as fear did not let us sleep.

17:18 But we had to endure it, for we had no other place to go or much resources to get away from. One morning of the weekend I got up early to throw away the trash and looked at the corner of a box that looked familiar to me, the box that contained the huija. That had to be a mistake. I was sure I' d thrown it back in time along with other garbage bags. That' s where I was waiting for me I got angry. I wasn' t gonna let a damn object have power over my family. I wasn' t going to let her hurt or scare my wife or baby any more I pulled out the board and with a blow of my knee in its center or I broke it. I threw him to the ground where his splinters had fallen and started stepping on him. Furiously.

18:07 My wife was alerted by the screams and noises she was making and understood what was going on without asking. He returned to the interior of the house and when he returned he brought a bottle of holy water and a rosary. He sprinkled with the sacred water, the broken board, the pointer, the box and all the places where there was a minimum hint of splinters he began to pray and with a glance he told me to do the same. We pray for a long time. I don' t know exactly how much my daughter' s crying was inside the house. He made his mother go to see her. Leaving me the rosary and the holy water, I decided it was time to end that curse. I sprayed water again on all the remains of Ouija. I prayed higher and lit the evil object with fire. At last I could see how his splinters began to burn down all over the cardboard pieces that had previously formed the box and moments later I had also reached the pieces of the board. I saw the pointer melt on the ground. That was the last time we were bothered by whatever got rid of hell. History written and adapted by Andrea León