Las BRUJAS ARPÍAS Que Seguían Al Diablo Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The well was thirteen years old there in a thousand nine hundred and sixty- six. On that occasion I was visiting the ranch of some brother uncles of my father, located in a remote place in the State of Guanajuato. I remember it was an end- of- school vacation. There on the ranch had two cousins and a little nine- year- old cousin. I got along very well with them. The days were getting short, because we were always doing something, whether it' s ranch stuff or playing around. One of my cousins, Javier, the biggest, was always trying to scare us by saying that a woman appeared next to the closed old wheel that was on the ranch. According to him, my grandmother had told him the story of what had happened in that place. Many years ago, they caught a witch or at least a woman accused of witchcraft. She had been lynched in the village because she was blamed for the disappearance of three girls. Like they couldn ' t kill her. They took her to that well and tied her feet and hands and let her fall, listening to her threatening screams, covered the place, leaving the witch trapped and never came back. Very close to that wheel, there was a narrow road. The few people who came to pass came to the village frightened, ensuring that they heard horrible screams and that the figure of a woman chased them for a few meters, especially if it was

1:38 night. Over the years, everything was forgotten. Then they sold those land. My grandparents bought them because they got them very cheap. When they started lifting the ranch, they noticed that the grass didn' t come out. Besides, that piece of land where the well was was much hotter than the rest of the land. Some ranchers, especially the older ones, knowing that they had acquired those lands, told them the story of the Witch, assuring them that it was real, asking them to be careful and never to uncover the well because the Witch could get out. But my grandparents didn' t believe that. Besides the story being true, that woman would have been dead for many years. The sinister comes later, when the ranch was there.

2:29 My grandfather built the latrine just a few meters from that abandoned wheelhouse. My grandmother began to hear screams coming from inside that well and when she went to the bathroom, they would knock on her door. In addition, at night a woman dressed in black began to appear crying and screaming for help. Because of all these demonstrations, they stopped going to that place. In the evenings they had supposedly asked for the support of the father of the village church, but he never showed up. Over the years, my grandparents died, but the apparitions, as well as the screams, followed. My uncles kept the ranch, so did they. From time to time they looked at shadows walking around that place. After time ran, my cousins had seen a moving lump.

3:21 These and many other horrible things I was telling my oldest cousin. Before we slept, they made us a little nervous. Only that summer very strange things started to happen. My cousin, little Isabel, behaved strangely. During the day. He stood there looking toward the wheel. Then he reacted suddenly as if he woke up after a trance. Once he looked at her, my uncle asked her what was wrong with him. My cousin didn' t answer. I was just looking at him scared. They missed it. Another strange thing that began to happen was that Isabel spoke r alone, moved her arms and laughed. At first they thought he was talking to his wrist, but there were occasions when another voice was heard and there was no one else with her. That situation started to scare me. Although my uncles claimed nothing was going on. They said my cousin acted like this because he had an imaginary friend. At night she heard her laughing, but she was asleep.

4:27 Besides, he used to say bad words when they were not allowed to do so. I was just visiting. That' s why I didn' t dare say anything, but it was obvious that something was wrong with him and nobody paid any attention to him. My uncles liked them very much. The dogs, for the same reason, had four at the ranch one morning howling very strangely, as in hurtful form. That' s why I woke up listening to them. As I straightened out, I noticed my cousin came out of her room. It got really weird because she didn' t get up at night. Besides, I was very afraid of the dark. That' s why I decided to look her up to see what was happening to her.

5:11 I thought maybe I was walking asleep. I got out of the house. I looked at her through the yard. I was barefoot and in my nightgown I thought I was going to the bathroom, but it couldn' t be because nobody was going through the night. That, actually, was very strange. When I saw that the old abandoned Ferris wheel that was about five meters from the latrine was heading towards the well, I was surprised. I went slowly behind her. I looked at her sitting on a stone in front of the wheel and in the middle of the darkness, she began talking to someone, although I could not see anyone else whispering to her as if she were in a conversation with a person, but I didn' t want anyone to hear her. I was going to look out, but I stopped to see her and hear her do it. That gave me the creeps. I ' d better go back and talk to my cousins. All the way back to the house. I felt something strange on my neck, as if someone were coming after me staring at me before entering the house, I turned to the wheel. From there I could see the silhouette of my cousin standing by the well. She wasn' t the one who followed me I woke up to Julian, one of my cousins I told him what was going on.

6:29 When he finally understood what he was trying to explain, he got up. We went first to check my cousin Isabel' s bed for my surprise. I was asleep there. My cousin stared at me. He told me that, as a joke, it was too bad not to go into clarifications, I better keep quiet. I don' t have an explanation for how he got back so fast in the morning. I was on the lookout for what my cousin was doing without anyone noticing I watched her, but she didn' t do anything weird. He helped in the house, talked and played with his old rag doll that he always carried, but that was it. When night came, then yes, I looked at it weirder and looked at anything staring at it. When he ran into my eyes, he avoided them.

7:19 She seemed to realize that I was on the lookout for her. That night I was vigilant already in the morning. I saw you leave the house. I was going to talk to my cousin Javier, but I thought about it because I had a very heavy dream about him getting up. We would lose a lot of time, as the night before I followed her a few meters away while I hid in the trunk of a tree. Isabel stood in front of the wheel. He started talking softly first. Then in a normal way, although I could hear her, I couldn' t understand what she was saying. I was surprised when he approached the well and raised one of the covered woods. The Ferris wheel got so high, I thought it was going to hit the bottom. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn ' t get any sound out of my throat. My cousin bowed so much to the inside of the well that it looked like she was trying to force something out of the wheel. I looked away without being able to do anything.

8:22 My cousin straightened out, covered the wheel with the wood and turned to where I was. After a few minutes he walked back. It happened close to me, like, two meters away. I could tell she wasn' t asleep. He was smiling until he came into the house. I was able to react. I was tempted to go and notice what was inside the wheel, but it was all so dark that the fear of what I had seen contained me better. I went back to bed again, saying nothing to anyone. Obviously, I couldn' t sleep well that night. The next day, the morning I went to the bathroom, I turned to the well because I felt a strange vibe. Everything was covered up like they never opened it. The time I was in the latrine, I was nervous, imagining that someone was going to knock on my door, like it was with my grandmother. From there the next three nights, Isabel did the same. He would get up in the morning with his white nightgown, cross the whole backyard, come in front of the wheel and sit there maybe half an hour, talk to someone I couldn' t see. Then he would pick up a piece of wood that covered the wheel and put in half a body. Then he returned without making any noise and went back to bed knowing that what I miss was very dangerous. I talked to my aunt looking for the words.

9:56 I told him what was going on at night. At first he didn' t believe me, but seeing me so serious, he knew something weird was going on. My aunt, worried, sent for her and passed on to my cousins, not to mention that I had put her on. He asked Isabel several times who she was talking to at night. She was surprised, only answering with a nervous smile. Then, between his teeth he said that with his wrist that answer did not reassure the family because they felt it was not true. Isabel went out to play my aunt. He talked to us three and worried about what we knew about the well, asked us to take care of the girl. That' s why we decided to keep an eye on her more closely the next night, maybe she got up at the time I didn' t go after her. I preferred to wake Javier and Julián to be seen with the intention of understanding what was happening. My cousins and I decided to go on without seeing each other. We hid behind the trees about five meters from it, watching Isabel approach the wheel again and sit on the stone. He started talking. This time we could see clearly what had until then been a mystery from the dark background of the wheel came out a hand so skinny that it looked like a skeleton. He took my cousin' s arm and pulled her to the pit. Seeing that made me so impressed

11:30 that I was about to run. My cousins were so terrified that they couldn ' t move as we looked at each other. Something happened because Isabel screamed and ran to the house. I didn' t even see her pass. I was looking at the well because what was in there pulled out the other hand. Suddenly they disappeared as if they had slipped and fallen to the bottom. Scared, we left for the house thinking about how we were going to tell my uncles something as awful as that. We' re in a hurry and we' re jamming everything. We were nervous. We couldn' t fool the guys. They asked us to tell them what we had seen for Isabel' s sake. That' s how we did it from the beginning.

12:16 They didn' t believe us. We swore to them over and over again that it was true. At that point, my uncle wanted to go alone with the carbine to see what was happening. In the end, one of my cousins stayed to take care of Isabel. The others went to the well without having taken a flashlight. We walk nervously. It was only a few meters, but I became eternal. When we got there, the wheel was well covered. We walked around the wheel looking for another way out or something weird that could justify what we had seen, because the boards that covered the well were nailed and Isabel no matter how hard she did, she couldn ' t lift them up. For more security, my uncle asked us to help him and between the three of us we raised the stone where my cousin sat. We put it on top of the boards that cover the wheel.

13:11 Then we checked the latrine. When we don' t find anything out of the ordinary, we' re back on track. We were asked what exactly we had seen since when it happened and many more things later. My aunt checked my cousin and realized that she had bite marks on her arms, some very recent. He thought it might be the dogs or some nocturnal animal that had its burrow inside the wheel, but the bites seemed human. He swore to my cousin with what he had at hand. He told us he didn ' t know what was inside the wheel, but whatever it was was biting Isabel. The next morning she again questioned Isabel who was inside the well and who had bitten her. In answering that I didn' t know about the bites or anything, my aunt asked my cousin, Javier and I to accompany her to take the girl with a person to check her bites. That person was at another ranch. We walked the mountain for about an hour. I thought we were going to see a Tupe doctor who was a healer. He had some stuffed birds on the roof and the smell of incense was perceived before entering. That woman' s eyes fell on my cousin and I kept looking at her that I still didn' t know why our visit inside her house.

14:43 Everything was weird. It had a lot of symbols and weird stuff in jars. After he heard everything he told her, my aunt checked Isabel, although it was a possibility. We didn' t want to hear that the bites were from the witch in the well, but that' s how it turned out for the healer. The child was marked and little could do for her. The sweep gave her prayers, washed her wounds with the water of some herbs, but that was it. He suggested we go with a known woman of his. She' d probably tell us what to do to free her. This would have to be three nights later, when the full moon passed. Before we left, she asked us to take those nights away to get the other woman to take care of her. We wouldn' t let my cousin get near that well, because if I bite her again, no one could help her. We returned thoughtful and very worried thinking what we were going to do. That night. My uncle said Isabel would sleep with them.

15:48 We took advantage of it to rest, because at least I had not slept well. Being asleep a dry sound made me wake up it. First thing that came to my mind was my cousin. I wanted to get up suddenly, but I was stunned. There was something in the environment that numbed me. I shook my head and, as I could get up, I was going to wake my cousins, but I wasn' t even sure what I had heard. Besides, I had already lost many seconds I walked into the kitchen and checked that I didn' t have the lock. I went out and looked at Isabel with her white bluson. I' d already crossed most of the yard. I was about to get to the Ferris wheel.

16:33 It didn' t give me time to call anyone. Wanting to walk fast, I came to despair when I got to the tree, where I always hid, I stopped to see what was going on with my cousin. I have no words to describe how awful I looked at the well. A figure was coming out so creepy it gave me goose bumps. She was a woman of cadaveric appearance, with her hair tangled, gray and dirty full of knots. His skin was pale. It was covered with very marked spots and wrinkles that made it look even more grotesque. His eyes were sunk, surrounded by deep shiners. They still shone brightly. His mouth twisted into a malicious smile.

17:21 His fingers were long bony as claws in his hands held the piece of wood that covered the wheel. The witch wore an old dress hanging from her skeletal body. As he moved, he produced a horrible sound, as if his own being was broken inside. My cousin, Javier, arrived suddenly scared me so much that he almost made me scream. He asked me to calm down, when he also looked at what had come out of the well. Horror paralysed him knowing my cousin was in danger. Besides, we knew we were witnessing something evil. That woman who had come out of the well spoke to Isabel in a low tone that, although we could not hear what she was saying, it was clear that she was exerting some influence on her.

18:11 That dreadful woman took my cousin by the arms and licked her wounds with her tongue. Finally, when Isabel returned to the house, the witch had disappeared. We approach the wheel and seal the entrance on it. We put back the stone I had and one more, hoping I could keep the witch from coming out again. At that time we did not begin to think how Elizabeth, when she was nine, had been able to move such a stone. From that night on, the doors were locked so that my cousin couldn' t leave her without knowing it. He got up in the morning as usual, and when he discovered that he was locked up, he knocked on the doors with all his might. The whole family got up and tried to contain Elizabeth, who twisted and tried to escape. Later, my aunt made him a painkiller with him. He relaxed, but gave him a lot of temperature, and at dawn he fell asleep. He got up the next day, though emaciated. He was fine, but he seemed to remember nothing. The situation didn' t stop there. Elizabeth was still drawn to the wheel as if an invisible force called her that became unsustainable. The next night we had to grab her again so she wouldn' t get out. She was crying all night desperate. The next day was the date of taking Isabel with the woman who recommended us, the healer lived even further. We were able to

19:48 find her because she was known in the region for her ability to deal with the supernatural, we understood that that old woman of an intimidating appearance was a witch for a long time. He performed a ritual to free Elizabeth from the witch' s influence. He used herbs, some brews and prayers. After hours, he declared that Elizabeth was free from evil. She warned us that the Ferris wheel' s wife wasn' t just a witch. It was a very dangerous spirit attracted by the innocence of the girls. From that day on, we should always be vigilant. We' re going back to the ranch. My aunt drew some signs around the wheel and prayed a lot my uncle built a kind of box without a door so that not only Isabel could not get close, no one could do it. Since then, the wheel was sealed and no one else approached her. Isabel, in time he regained his normal life, but the memory of those nights and the horrendous witch that emerged from the depths was etched in our minds at times that I have gone to visit my cousins now, at this age, I still believe to hear voices coming from the bottom of the wheel, already very early in the morning, but I prefer not to approach. Some things it' s better not to wake up harpies again. At that time, I was the youngest on

21:26 the three- brother ranch we were. He was about eleven years old. Our ranch wasn' t too big. We fed on what the field and the animals gave. Of course, we lived almost among the shadows at the expense of sunlight and the moon, many meters away from one ranch to the other. I was making the quietest nights. In rainy times, roads became impassable. My dad was very strict with us. If he loved us, though he could not show his love, he would send us with him shortly after the sun was hidden and he would lift us up when the moon was not yet gone, so that we would begin with our labors. If we were bad, he' d hit us with a stick. The days at the ranch were full of things to do. The sun shone very pretty and the weather was warm. Working. Time was running fast, but nights were something else. For starters, we used candles and an oil lamp. That dim light made our whole environment turn into something sinister. Our faces, full of shadows, transformed our traits, making us look like other people, just falling asleep, sometimes so low that I couldn' t sleep. Everything was surrounded by a thick blackness that did not allow to see beyond a few meters.

22:51 In addition, we heard rather strange sounds of animals that we had never seen, but that at least I, in my mind as a child, imagined them awfully large and with big snouts, capable of devouring a person. My mom used to put scissors and water glasses under the beds. Just like some sacks of salt She never told us what they were for, but I knew from talks she listened to, that it was to scare away the witches, although by that time I had never seen them. When my grandmother visited us, who was very occasionally bringing news from the village, some of them preferred not to listen to them because they meant terrible things that happened near our ranch and we didn' t even know about them. We were when I was talking about some women I called harpies, they were asking me out because I was too young to find out about those things. We rarely visited the nearest village, which was about two hours walk away, although sometimes we were riding in a donkey we had and so we made less time to go to that town. We sought that it should not be done at night when we returned, because it was among the villagers that when the sun was hidden and the shadows arrived, strange figures emerged from the trees that crossed the narrow paths according to those who had already seen them and even claimed that they had been

24:25 persecuted. They said that they were animals with a woman' s face, that they made strangers, squealing, disturbing, that they put the wildest dogs to tread in a chilling way. My grandmother told us that these things were not ordinary human beings, they were creatures of the devil, who pretended to be women of the people to look after men and take them away. Although their food was usually small animals that were stolen from ranches, especially on darker nights. We were not allowed to tell lies because that was a sin. So when I came to see something strange on the ranch, whether it was in the shadows or among the branches of the trees, it said nothing, because it was so strange that they wouldn' t believe it. Those shadows, which could be from women or animals, knew that I could see them.

25:18 That' s why they were hiding. When they showed up, they wouldn' t let me sleep. They whispered among each other for a long time and sometimes laughed in a very different way from us. When they did, they were always looking at the house, probably planning something against us. Sometimes they came too close to the house and walked on the roof or touched the windows. It really wasn' t easy to know what they were. They had no wings, but they leaped towards the trees easily as if they were flying and had bright eyes. There were seasons that appeared quite frequently. Sometimes it was only one presence, but in others it was many more.

26:03 I' d rather shut up than tell my mom because I' d be judged a liar and that was a sure punishment. Maybe those figures knew I couldn' t talk and mocked me. I was afraid when I heard my dad talk that outside the town there were strange ruins back in the time of the Revolution. Strange women identified as witches there, although the vast majority did not call them that. The women who lived in those places were known as harpies. According to the oldest in town. They were dark beings who were confused with the night. Some nights, once or twice a month they would light up in that place and dance around it and even get into the fire, but they wouldn' t burn. There were those who claimed that a grotesque figure emerged from the light, horrifying as a devil with long hands horns and the smell of fire reached many meters. From there. The harpies screamed dreadfully for happiness every time that being appeared When they ended their meeting, some of them flew out into faraway villages. Others stayed in the village and it was them. According to a lot of people. The culprits of all the bad things that happened said that during the day these women hid in the trees or in wells near the houses. Also from a doctor' s office they

27:37 did it to smell the wounds of the people and identify the patients and then attack them in their own homes, follow them to their ranches or where they were most vulnerable. The most I knew about those women was that they were tall, thin figures, with their skin so pale that they looked like lifeless bodies. They wore black clothes so long that they dragged them across the ground waving around them as if they were living shadows, their hair falling on their faces, hiding in part their horrible features. His fingernails were long sharp, able to tear flesh to bones easily and always hungry. Others witnessed that these women could appear or disappear at their whim and even take the form of someone else. The scariest thing about them was that they said that these women could not die because they had a covenant with the unnameable to be eternal. The only time I had contact with those women was when I was eleven, one day one of my aunts came to visit with her little son. He would only stay for a couple of days, although it was not a custom, he had already done so on other occasions. That morning, my dad and older brother had gone out into town to do some shopping. They' d be back before night fell. That was the custom about two o' clock in the afternoon. My brother, who had stayed with us strangely, got

29:12 sick so that out of nowhere he got a lot of fever. Time passed and nothing was taken away from him before he convulsed. My mom and aunt had to take him to the healer, one who lived in the village. She' d know how to cure him. My mom gave me all the recommendations because it was the first time I was left alone. They warned me they were going to be late and they stayed looking for my dad in town to come back before nightfall all together. Therefore, I stayed in the care of my cousin, who at that time would be about seven years old At first, although the minutes ran fast, I was calm, but the time passed I felt that soon the night would arrive. I began to see myself occupy when the afternoon fell and neither my father nor my mother came. The concern was not that I was alone, but for the strange creatures who appeared down that path falling into the night. In addition, the sky was beginning to cloud. When the lightning started, I became more and more nervous.

30:19 He was constantly turning to the road that would bring them back, but they didn' t show up. It started to get dark. So, if I got scared, I started worrying no more about them, also about us, who were alone. My cousin looked at me scared every once in a while and asked me about his mother, only to answer that he would arrive soon, but neither could I convince myself that that was the truth. Inevitably and very much to my regret, it was made at night completely with all the care. I lit some candles because the darkness was more and more afraid of us. Wanting to prove that nothing happened. I grabbed my cousin and sat at the door waiting for my parents in the hope of seeing their silhouettes appear along the way. But that' s where the rain started and we had to get in. I thought if my parents didn' t hurry in, they' d be stuck in the middle of the road through the mud that formed. After a while, the thunder started and everything became more disturbing to increase my nerves. My cousin started crying. I was about to, too. In that I heard strange noises outside the house. I still didn ' t find out what that was and I was almost shaking with fear.

31:44 I tried to calm down could be the animals frightened by thunder. As I looked out the window, there was lightning. I was scared because I saw two strange women prowling around the ranch. At that moment I did without distinguishing them I knew they weren' t my mom or my aunt. The thunder. The lightning and the rain followed. Those women were far away, but they looked remarkably taller. They didn' t even cover themselves from the cold or the water. In another look I gave they were already on our ground. An intuition told me they were harpies. Fear invaded me, but I knew I had to stay calm to protect the child that surely was what caught their attention. I closed all the windows and doors praying they couldn' t find a way into the house. The dogs were barking and the other animals were in turmoil. But it wasn' t just that. I could feel a chill that warned me somehow that we were in danger. My little cousin clung to me who almost wouldn' t let me move. I looked out again and those strange women were already a few meters from the house. He laughs at the front door as far as we were. I could hear the sound of her whispers and macabre laughter that was freezing my blood. We cornered cuddling where we could in the darkest place, We were almost breathless we kept

33:15 silent, because with horror I realized they were trying to force one of the rear windows in minutes. I reacted and turned off all the candles so those creatures couldn' t see us. Although I had heard many times that witches could see in the dark without any difficulty, the noises did not stop. Apparently, one of them was climbed on the roof. The wood creaked under his weight every time he stepped in, proving to me that they were huge. Another hit the windows and his nails scraped the glass. My heart was beating desperately, while I wished with all my might that I would soon reach my family. After a while, I realized my cousin didn' t move.

34:00 I got away from him scared. I was eleven, obviously filled with terror. At that time I didn' t know I was more afraid of the witches getting in or being next to my cousin' s cold body. Besides, I thought I was gonna tell my aunt. Seconds later as I could, I managed to master my fears and went to review it again. He turned my soul to my body when I checked that if I breathed, my eyes were open, but I was stiff as if I were in some sort of trance with my hand open. I hit him several times to react. When he finally did, I put him under the bed, where the scissors were open and all the things my mom put against the witches. When I was most scared, they pushed the front door. I didn' t know what to do I ran all over the house looking for something to defend myself with. They pushed over and over again as they heard screams s s s. To increase my horror. I could see some women peeking out the window all soaked in water. I was about to run and hide under the bed, too. There came a moment when the door no longer resisted and broke down. With horror. I saw that several of those silhouettes came in pushing each other in a desperate way. They went in and raised the door.

35:25 While some were looking for us, others were blocking the door with what they were doing all that a chaos between screams and noises. I realized they were my parents, my aunt and my brothers. My mom screamed to help her find the salt When she had it, she watered it all over the house, while, accompanied by my aunt, they prayed many things. I couldn' t see well, but apparently, my dad and my brothers stopped the door because those women kept pushing her. While all that was happening, I was standing in the middle of the house, perhaps in shock or in a nervous breakdown that did not allow me to react. After a long time trying to get in without getting there. The harpies fled with loud screams that resounded at night. My scared nephew, but I didn' t understand what had happened. I also couldn' t believe that those women had attacked us so directly. When the calm came back, we all had something to tell.

36:31 My mom and my aunt said that, on arriving with the healer, she assured them that my brother had a deception. The witches did something to make her feel so bad and get out of the house so they could come in and see what they ate. They were terrified to know that what they would find to eat would be me and my little cousin. Imagining a thousand atrocities, they decided anyway to look for my dad and my brother before they got out the healer. He told them a way to protect themselves from these women and to visit her. When I could. My dad said they were coming back. When they saw my mom and my aunt with a frightful face, until they finished telling her their concern, they walked out of town to take the road that would take them back by force They would have to pass through those ruins where the witches met. It was inevitable not to turn because one of those women, the harpies, stood outside looking at them and didn ' t take their eyes off them. My dad said they passed by feeling a strange feeling that made his mouth bitter. They took the road in a hurry. When the lightning started, they couldn' t stop. On the contrary, they rushed the passage within a few minutes the downpour came. The land. Usually loose, it became chiclosa, and bullets began to resurrect.

38:00 They were moving slower and slower. My mom, who was usually the slowest walker, went ahead rushing everyone with the uncertainty of not knowing what might be going on in the house. They still had a long way to go. When in spite of the darkness, he could see that a strange figure crossed the way. Some stopped others because not everyone had seen her and put on alert because they knew they were stepping on the stretch where the birds appeared. With a woman' s face, they looked for some sticks and, leaning on my dad, my mom, kept walking forward. Everyone else followed him.

38:40 They had no choice. It was either that or standing there in the middle of the road, where they would be easy prey for those creatures. Under the rain slipping in so much mud and dominating their nerves, they walked without turning towards the trees, feeling the looks of the air hidden between the branches from time to time as they were heard. Sounds quite unreal, like terrifying sounds that could easily be confused with songs of nocturnal birds or with laughter from many women. Despite all that, they didn' t stop. My brothers told me that they were cold, afraid of everything that was heard, but what was most disturbing to them was to think that the witches had already attacked us and surely had been terrible. When they were at last a few meters from the house, they looked at how some of those sinister figures did everything to get in they grabbed stones, sticks what they found to throw at them. Only then could they approach the house. As the door is locked and we didn' t answer, they pushed her to the ground. Finally, I told them about what we had been through when we finished talking had already dawned in Nn N. At that moment, my dad and my older brother started to repair the door, while my mom did everything the healer told her to protect the house and through to us, ground some herbs, mixed them with salt and I think with some already dried lemons. That' s

40:16 what he drew at the door. When it dried up, it disappeared, but protection was left. In the middle of the morning, my aunt grabbed her things and my cousin and returned to her village. I couldn' t hide the scare he had taken. My dad only walked her because she was looking forward to leaving us alone. He came back before sunset. When the shadows appeared, we entered the house, although instead of saying that we took refuge, it would be more correct to say that we hid inside her fearful of what could happen. I didn' t criticize my parents for that it was understandable. That night we realized that the protection that had been put in place if it was effective, because voices and many sounds were heard, but many meters away, perhaps because of the courage that they had to not be able to approach, they threw stones of all sizes against our house until very early in the morning, although for the next two days the aggressions were like that, no longer seemed to us that it was so dangerous. Over time, the attacks of the harpies stopped, although fear persisted in our house, also in the village for many years, until one day they were never heard of again. From there, we always made sure we were home before dark and never left me alone again, day or night. For a long time,

41:47 my dad continued to visit the gutter, who on several occasions changed his protection because after a while they became immune and no longer affected the witches what we put a witch on the hill. I' m living the last few years as a rescuer in the state of Nuevo León. In this work I have seen everything I never imagined, from real miracles to the most horrific things injured in car accidents, people drowned or burned. I can share these and many experiences but this story that I am going to narrate far surpasses the others.

42:35 I have been doing this since one thousand nine hundred and eighty- six, though at that time I was only a volunteer. It was precisely in that year, having only a few months to enter the Red Cross, that I had to live this situation as a rescuer. Sometimes it was up to us to attend relief calls for colonies far away from populated areas, but close to the slopes of the hills. They were usually people who had been misled or who had suffered an accident such as falls or the attack of some mountain animal. It was a moonless night that started to rain. My partner Luis and I were resting by having a hot coffee, always waiting for nothing bad to happen. But if it did, we were prepared to react quickly.

43:22 It was about eleven o' clock when a call was received. The report was urgent. It was a matter of rescuing a wounded person who was screaming through the mountain at the skirts of a hill. It was not specified whether she was a man or a woman. For that kind of rescue we had a double- wheel drive truck that helped us a lot to circulate without difficulty. Along those difficult roads, full of holes and stones. My partner and I are heading for the hill with everything we need. We had a minimum rescue team. We were never well equipped, but that' s true. Our desire to help was enormous. We knew that, at night and in an unpopulated place, the exact location of the place where people need help was difficult. We went through a good stretch, first in the skirts, then in the middle of the hill, without finding anyone. It started to rain slightly. That made the cold a little colder. The lightning lit up the bushes that seemed to move strangely. The van had some headlights that helped us find people in the dark. We decided to go up a little bit more, but the gaps were becoming impassable with the water. On several occasions the wheels were about to get stuck. That' s why we decided better to get out of the truck and walk the search would slow down, but we

44:54 found no other option. When we got down we heard the wind whistling between the ares and the darkness seemed denser than normal. We kept quiet to see if we could hear that person' s cries for help, but it was all silence. We had barely walked a few meters. I came back because we got a radio call. The information said that some people had seen strange lights on the top of the hill and heard cries for help. The companion asked me to be very careful because they had also reported strange shadows that could be dangerous. They gave us the location of the rescue again and we walked there without knowing what could wait for us. The thunders intensified and with them the risk of lightning falling on us. My partner Luis was used to that kind of rescue, but for me, who was just starting that night, I felt it with a strange vibe. As we climbed up, the road became more stressed and rugged. We had left the van headlights on, but they barely lit up a few meters ahead and we had already walked much more.

46:09 We keep walking in the rain until we reach a very thick area of scrubs. This made it difficult to find someone because they hardly looked at the ground. We shouted on several occasions that we were Red Cross rescuers, but we had no response. The rain increased a little more, but we could not stop looking for the land. He became more and more slippery taking care of where Pisar walked with his eyes down. That' s why all I saw was a light that fell on top of the hill. It wasn' t lightning or lightning, it didn' t even have a sound. It was very strange. More like a fireball than anything else. Luis didn' t say anything. Apparently I hadn' t seen her. Minutes later, at a medium distance, with the light of our flashlight, we saw a figure moving slowly between the darkness in which we were in. It was difficult to identify the first what that was. With caution. We approached a few meters, thinking that by the size it was might be a bear of those who commonly lived in those places. We, as rescuers, did not carry firearms. That' s why we had to be very careful. When that lump was about six feet away, we realized it was an old woman.

47:31 He looked very bent with long hair, falling on his face. He didn ' t measure more than a meter and a half he walked a few meters towards us. Then he hid in some bushes. I talked to him asking if he was okay, but he didn' t answer. My partner Luis did, too, but it was all silence. The first impression was of compassion. Maybe she was a homeless woman lost on the hill and they were afraid of us. So we told her again that we were rescuers and we were going to help her. When we went to see where he was, there was nothing. We looked around for her thinking maybe she' d been hiding or dragged, but that old lady was missing. My partner and I looked at each other bewildered. We' ve never had such a thing happen to us before. We rechecked that whole area without finding anything. Maybe I got nervous because every time you heard thunder and there was lightning. I thought I saw shadows running to hide everywhere. We' re still looking for that bad feeling she left me. The old lady had me on edge. My partner Luis was also very nervous. Turning everywhere. The water did not help much, neither to walk nor to see clearly again. We kept quiet because, despite the sound of the rain, someone' s footsteps were being heard

49:06 approaching and the minutes passed and we didn' t look at anyone. That sound of footsteps seemed to come from our surroundings. It was actually very dark, but something helped us with the flashlight. For the same reason, I can assure you that there was no one. That' s where I understood that that was a paranormal situation. It was preferable to believe that they could be coyotes prowling around the place. Those strange noises moved away from us until they were completely lost in the mountains. We, as rescuers, have a mission. We couldn' t just retire and soon after we arrived, claiming that we didn' t find anything much less because we were afraid. That ' s why we decided to tour the hill as much as we could regardless of the weather conditions. Maybe and hopefully we' d find the missing person.

50:00 For the next few minutes we go up a lot of meters we scream until we get tired. It seemed like the higher we went up, the darker hill was thinking it had been a false report. We decided to go back, but we barely took a few steps. We heard a regret. It wasn' t a scream as such or heard so far away from us. It was heard again only that this time, a little higher, we decided to make one last attempt to find who was screaming. We walk meters up followed by each other, we search and nothing. When we felt that it was enough, we stopped when we turned down. The van' s headlights barely made a difference We' d have to go down a lot of feet. The complaint was heard behind us and we turned and heard it elsewhere as if someone were playing a joke hidden in the immense mountain I screamed annoyingly that was not funny, but no one answered. Everything was a silence that, instead of calming us down, was making us more and more tense.

51:07 We talked about the situation for a moment. We agreed to return to base, because it was a long time searching without finding any wounded from what we were hearing and what we had seen. We agreed it wasn' t normal. Also, something told us that we were in danger, although we did not know to what extent. Again, in the distance I could see the silhouette of the person we had seen meters below, only now I was climbing the hill and looking at it well. She was a pretty hunched little woman, so much so that her arms seemed to drag her down. Her head was so tilted to the front that looking at her in the back, she looked like a decapitated person, as she was all dressed in black. It was easily confused with the night, lost among the branches of the old scrubs.

51:59 At times it seemed to disappear. I yelled at her to stop so I could help her. The woman kept coming up very easily as if she didn' t listen to us. My partner Luis took a stick and threw it at her side to react. I wasn' t expecting it, but that' s how it happened. He stood there without making any other movement He looked like one more of the bushes. We walked a little towards her. I yelled at her not to move anymore. When a chill turned to us, it swept through my body. That woman' s face was a mask of horror. His eyes were completely black, dark, wrinkled skin.

52:42 He had a smile that, more than anything else, looked like a grimace of displeasure. Luis yelled at him that who he was and what he was doing on the hill, the old woman did not respond, but began to move towards us in a way that was scary. He moved as if his artichokes were not well connected. We' re starting to back off. We knew we were facing something that didn' t seem to be from this world. The first thing that came to mind was that she was a witch, because there was no other way to describe her. In addition, on many occasions we had heard that a woman like that appeared above that hill. She was credited with losing people because she chased them for hours until dawn. Until then they found some way back. On the way down. Scared people had their experience with the witch, but usually no one believed her. The most told story was of a man and his son who came up to know the hill before dusk. The father felt bad and the boy was unaware of the way to go for help. Therefore, they fell the night without knowing what lived there. They settled for two rest resigned to waiting for dawn, and so with the first rays of the sun find their way home, but after midnight they felt stalked by something or someone. They heard horrible sounds that made

54:15 them run as they could through the mountain. The only thing they came to see was a shadow that made huge leaps. He ran along with them constantly complaining, but he never attacked them. Remembering those stories made me more nervous because we were living it in our own flesh. I never imagined how terrible it was to see a witch face to face in the midst of loneliness. That woman raised one of her bony hands. At that moment I felt I was going to curse us with a few words. I yelled at my partner that we ran and we did it, but we didn' t notice where. Obviously, it wasn' t the same up the hill as down it.

54:58 I was so inclined that we fell several times until we got stuck with some thorny scrubs that I could get discouraged, even though I was wounded. At the time I didn' t feel it or care about it I was going to run, but I stopped to help my partner, who was lying in the mud, just like I was. More than feeling hurt, he felt very scared. She repeated to me on many occasions that she was a witch. I asked him to calm down, still wounded like we were, Luis and I tried to run away trying to keep that woman from seeing us. We crawled a few meters between the falling water, not really knowing if we were getting close to the truck or getting further away after a few minutes of crawling, I got up. I realized I didn' t have the flashlight anymore. I didn' t know where I lost her I looked.

55:53 There was no sign of the witch, but neither were the headlights in the van. I told Luis we were lost nervously. We ran again what else we could do. Minutes later we stopped because in the distance we could see that strange silhouette again. It was a shadow that seemed to be waiting for us. Who knows with what intentions. With the few forces we still had, we ran to the opposite side. I knew we' d get lost even more, but at the time we didn' t care. Besides, we were running on instinct. Luis told me that I could no longer run by breathing with difficulty. He asked me to look for the van while he was getting some air. I didn' t want to leave him alone, but I had to. I moved forward stealthily. I couldn' t let myself see the witch. Sometimes I would walk in haste, in other crouching or hiding where I could. I was afraid that woman would find me I slipped and turned back constantly. I did it more instinctively, because I didn ' t really get to see much through all that darkness. About fifteen minutes into the drive, I looked away at the van' s headlights. That made me a little happy. If I came down at the time, I ' d be safe in a few minutes, but I wasn' t going to leave my partner without wasting time. I came back for Luis, watching

57:24 as far as I could see. Maybe he was already halfway there. When in the distance I heard him scream apparently something was attacking him the road became eternal to me. When I thought I was on the spot, I called him trying to keep it quiet. I walked a little more to a few meters. I looked at a lump in the earth advancing toward me. At first I got scared, but seconds later I recognized him. It was Luis who came crawling as he could. I helped him get up. He told me scared that old lady was coming after him holding on to me. We ran as we could to the truck, but the more we ran, the closer we felt it. Her movements were fast despite her appearance, or maybe we were too slow at a point I could turn around to see if she was following us to that woman I saw her rise above the bushes. His figure seemed to grow and deform. Suddenly, Luis stumbled and fell again.

58:29 I tried to help him get up, but the witch was almost over us. At that point I thought it was all over with one last effort. I picked up the first thing I found, and I hit it hard. Maybe I hit her,' cause that seemed to disorient her. For a moment he stopped long enough so he could lift Luis and keep running. We didn' t stop until we got to the van. We got inside and for a few seconds we looked at the dark monkey. Suddenly I reacted. We start at full speed without looking back or anywhere. Next. I can ' t say for sure, perhaps because of the suggestion I had, I could see through the mirrors, as that Witch was leaping through the bushes to almost reach us. I was about to get out of the way on more than one occasion, but I managed to stabilize the truck. Not even when I took the pavement. I stopped stepping on the throttle because I felt his presence that night, when we finally returned to the base, we were both in shock. We were healed of the wounds we had, but we didn ' t talk about what we saw with the other comrades. We knew that maybe no one would believe us. We' d never forget those black eyes and that disturbing smile. We informed our superiors that we found nothing and finished the shift. Since then, our companions noticed us were fearful. One of

1:00:00 the phones told us we were scared. With a lot of discretion. He asked us permission to sweep us with a chicken egg. I didn' t believe in those things, but what it could affect me. I said yes. After doing so, he gave us some amulets that were already cured from that night. We avoid approaching the hill without any protection. This story also tells the story. Luis, as he lived it, says that when he was left alone, no matter whether there was water or mud, he lay down on earth to regain strength. He closed his eyes for a moment because water fell on him, but he opened them immediately because someone grabbed him by his ankles and started dragging him with the water and mud in his eyes, he couldn' t see who was taking him. The first thing he thought was that he was a huge bear. Then, through his mind, the idea that it might be the witch that took him away by the chills that gave him. He reacted and tried to get out. Seconds later, full of despair because he could not free himself, he began to scream, but far from letting go, he was dragged away with more force. Feeling free, overcoming his fear and despair, he began to crawl until I found him.

1:01:19 And, like him, when I tell my story, very few people believe that we do look at a witch. Every time I think about what happened to us that night, I can assure you it was real. Something terrifying inhabits those hills, something that cannot be accepted by all. Sometimes when I finish telling this story, I get as nervous as I was that night. I wonder if the Witch will be hiding there in the thick darkness, hoping to find someone to pass on the worst experience of her life. Like it happened to us. This was the only paranormal situation I had to live in, but it was enough to leave me marked for life when it was dark. It all started a few years ago, when I was just a 13- year- old teenager. When this happened to me, it was because I moved in with my aunt Josefina, a sister of my father.

1:02:25 At that time, my parents were getting divorced and the lawsuits between them were very strong. In all those troubles. I had no voice or vote. It was only my turn to obey. That' s why, when my dad took me in his car to a village far away from my house and realized that my mom didn' t object, I didn' t either. I didn' t have a case. Although I didn' t say anything, I felt like they were getting rid of me, because neither of them could or wanted to take care of me. I knew he' d take me to my aunt Jose Efina' s. She was old, but she was still single. I didn' t know anything about his life, much less what he did. When we arrived at his house, I realized that this one was very rare, that something strange and unknown happened there. Inside, people came out almost straddling in the middle of smoke and a strong smell as strange as penetrating. We waited for her for a while until she finished what she was doing and finally came out. He was a strange person to me. Despite being my dad' s sister, I' ve never seen her before. He was, like, fifty or fifty- five years old.

1:03:37 He looked very serious. He asked my dad if he was sure of what he was asking. He didn' t even look at her. He just kissed me, told me he' d come after me and left me there. I don' t even have words to explain how I felt when my aunt Josefina looked at me as she threw a sigh, made me come over to her house with signs, asked me to take a seat. Then she sat in front of me, too. I was very nervous because his whole house was gloomy the few furniture he had were very old on the walls. There were hundreds of strange foliages and strands of hair. I also felt restless because whenever my parents shouted things, my mom told my dad that her sister Josefina was a black witch who swallowed the children and my dad never denied her. For me to hear that was very scary and now knowing that I would stay a while at home had me more than worried. We talked for an hour practically to get to know each other. I didn' t eat because he offered me something that looked horrible. I just had some milk that first night I stayed there. It was terrible. I lay down in a cot that was in a corner alone and with all the lus off. I remember waking up in the middle of the morning because a very strong smell came through my nose. He couldn' t identify what it was. Then I

1:05:11 heard someone walking around dragging their feet in fear trying to see in all that darkness the only thing I could distinguish was a lump that seemed to get bigger and bigger, thinking maybe it was my aunt trying to scare me into asking my dad to come for me. I held on, mastered my nerves and turned to the wall but all that was left of him at night felt that someone was standing next to me staring at me was so much the fear I felt that sometimes I could not breathe. I could also hear strange sounds coming from outside, as if some animals wallowed After a long time I heard my aunt came in, went into her room and lay down. It seemed that it had been revealed everything remained silent and so I could sleep for a while the next morning without going around so much, he explained to me what he was doing with simple words. He told me he cured the people who came to her for help. She asked me not to be scared because from that moment on I would listen and see things I wasn' t used to.

1:06:23 While he was getting ready to work. He told me a number of things he had to understand. At first, the house was very small, so there was no other. I would go out in what she worked for more than four hours or stay and watch what was going on inside, even though I felt scared to death because of the things I imagined. I told him I' d meet him. Another thing she stressed to me was that not calling her aunt was better for her and for me to tell her Josefina, because I didn' t want anyone to know that I had family. I said no. It wouldn' t be a problem. With that stuck to the wall about four meters from where she would serve people, she put a bank. There I sat, warned me in a very serious tone to look at what I looked at. I wasn' t supposed to get up because I could be hit by some spell. He told me not to talk, don' t cry, don' t shout. As time progressed, my aunt seemed to transform in front of me. Suddenly he looked a little taller and the gesture of his face became hard. His hands had also grown and he could not be seen when he was breathing. Maybe I' m overreacting, but even his tone of voice changed and he had a strange glow in his eyes. At about ten o' clock in the morning the first people came to his courtyard seeking relief for their ills. They were carrying an old woman who couldn' t even walk. They put her in the house among

1:07:53 several. To see her like this with her white hair and the nerves that were killing me badly. I felt a deep fear because in truth she looked very ugly the lady, had very open eyes and did not speak. His relatives said that he had not eaten or drank water for three days. He didn' t answer when they were talking to him either. I was totally out of my way. My aunt Josefina, with her hands, took her by the head and looked at her eyes. For a few moments she told them that the lady was working. Then a large man who accompanied her held her tightly, while Josefina swept her with some herbs and made some prayers for her. Then he lit a cigarette, gave it a strong draught, and the smoke threw it at one of his ears, then at the other.

1:08:45 When that man squeezed his stomach, the lady tried to break out, opened her mouth more than possible and screamed a horrifying cry that made me shudder. I looked at a strange black smoke coming out of him, he had hands and head. It went up to the ceiling. Then he vanished. Josefina explained to people that that smoke was the witchcraft that the old woman had inside. With that, ma' am reacted and began to cry. When she felt better, my aunt gave the family some herbs that they had to bathe the woman with for three days in order to clean her from any bad vibes that she had attached. They went out and I couldn' t believe all that. I still wasn' t getting over what I' d just seen.

1:09:30 When they took a child who was convulsing, he trembled all over his body and blanked his eyes. After explaining what was happening to him, he was put on a bench face down. Then my aunt climbed over him with one of her hands. He held her head by the jaws and the other shoved it into her mouth. The boy screamed and kicked desperately. Then he vomited several times until the scrapie of the body disappeared. In the vomit that was pooping. The boy had some insects that he could see how they twisted. My aunt asked Dad to step on them to undo the evil and not get his son back in. I remember how eager they were to listen to me. Every step I stepped on. One of those animals with some water cleaned the child, who kept crying. The father with tears in his eyes thanked his son for reacting. When they retired and we were left alone until then, my aunt asked me how I was. I went back to see her and made an effort to smile nervously and answer her that she was fine.

1:10:36 I knew she realized I was terrified. After noon he made some clean over time. I knew that was a day- to- day thing. Already in the afternoon he received two other people. One of them suffered from severe back pains and hallucinations that tormented her for the same thing all the time she fought with them. The family wanted to lock her up in a mental hospital, claiming she had lost her mind, but my aunt told them that the woman had been killed. The other person was a forty- five- year- old man who had fallen for bad luck. I had already lost business, money, family and desperate health. He had tried everything to recover, but nothing had worked for him. Going to see the healer was his last choice. She helped the two of them in a different way, laid her in a circle, covered her all with herbs. Then, with her hands, she seemed to pull things out of her head, something I never saw but every time she reached her hand, the lady jumped as if some energies were coming out of her body. On the soles of his feet.

1:11:50 He put some hot herbs in it and wrapped them up. Then he made a few prayers that I had never heard. At last, the lady could speak to say she felt better. His healing lasted almost an hour. He struck the man with a bunch of herbs on the palms of his hands as he said prayers that he had to repeat. Then he gave her some coins to squeeze them hard. He asked him to close his eyes and even if he heard it disgusting, he anointed him with Orina before dispatching him with some amulets that he always had to carry, revealing the name of the person who had thrown the salt at him As I recall, he had been one of his brothers. So it happened that day with some startlings. I really didn ' t know if I could handle it for a long time. So, looking at those things, when it was done on the night again, I heard they were dragging their feet. I wanted to turn around, but a terrible fear prevented me. I endured as much as I could for the second night. I couldn' t sleep well, I already felt accepted by my aunt. I was just calling him Josefina. So I thought maybe she wasn ' t the lump I was looking at in the morning. I kept thinking maybe there was something in the house that, for some reason, was trying to keep me from getting up at night and thus keep me from looking at something forbidden. With the passing of days I got used to all that.

1:13:23 I was no longer horrified by the screams or scared to see Josefina when she seemed to transform and did strange things to help all the people who came in the morning. But I also began to realize that people made strange comments about my aunt. Some called him Witch, claiming that his healing powers came from a pact he had with the devil. That made me remember what my mom said so much. I began to suspect she was more than just a healer. Without her noticing I started spying on her in the day or o and everything was normal. As always, the atmosphere changed completely. When the sun was hidden and it was dark. The house, which in the daytime seemed like a shelter where people received help, became dark at night. An unsettling silence took hold of her. Only when it was very early in the morning were those footsteps heard that I could not know whose they were. But now what took my dream away was what I had heard from people that Josefina was turning into a dreaded witch. There, in his own house, where I slept, I was afraid that he would be able to make covenants with the devil and harm anyone who stood in his way. One afternoon while I was helping her make some tea so she could rest for a while. I watched her hands look like an old lady' s. They were skinny and wrinkled.

1:14:55 When he grabbed things, his fingers trembled as well. I observed her ears were bigger and her eyes looked opaque. The first thing I thought was that she was getting old at the time. That night was disquieting before they began to listen to the usual footsteps I got up scared because I heard strange murmurs and noises coming from my aunt Josefina' s room. It was my chance to find out. I walked slowly through the darkness, trying not to make a noise, walked to his door and listened. Besides my aunt' s voice, there was another voice, but I couldn' t understand what they were saying. I only spent a few minutes listening because there was something in the environment that was very scary for me. They started talking louder.

1:15:48 Then I heard Josefina referred to the other person as my lord. At the time I thought I was talking to the devil. I felt the skin turned gair and ran for my cot. All night long I listened and watched things sometimes distorted shadows danced on the walls and the temperature in the house went down feeling a different cold. That morning I braved myself and went back to his room, only this time the door was ajar. As I looked out I saw her performing a strange ritual surrounded by black candles and symbols she did not understand. It was so much my astonishment that I felt a cold draught to my bones. I couldn' t see much, but the little I looked at was enough to terrify me in front of my aunt. There was something or someone so big that it almost hit the ceiling. The room was too cold and a hoarse voice rumbled all over the room. The things that spoke of Josefina, where they claimed that she made covenants with the devil, seemed true. I had heard elsewhere that once a man who had insulted her in public by calling her Witch was found dead under unexplained circumstances. A few days later, although no one could prove anything, their fear was great. That ' s why most of the people who visited her weren' t even from

1:17:18 the village, they were from elsewhere. The next day I noticed her younger and better looking. He no longer had that tired view and his hands were white and wrinkled. Surely at night he had made a covenant with the evil one to regain his youth, although he preferred not to find out in exchange for what time passed. It hurts to say it, but my dad never went for me and my mom. I didn' t know anything again. Josefina became my only family of good luck, who had already become accustomed to living with her and with all the things she did. I admit there was always a respect for her, an admiration or maybe it was fear for anything.

1:18:03 I never questioned him about the things he was doing in his room when night fell. I never asked her if she was a witch or if she talked to the unnamed one. Sometimes other women arrived at dusk and entered Josefina ' s room. They stayed there almost until dawn. Sometimes they laughed or sang one night everything changed that day. Josefina had had an agitated day, tending to more people than usual, including two haunted ones who spat on her. As evening fell, I found her more exhausted than usual. His eyes reflected a deep tiredness. I realized I was getting old again. At about eleven o' clock at night, Josefina entered her room visibly tired. I was no longer afraid to think that night I would talk to the devil and by morning I would be young as ever. That' s why I lay quietly in my cot, but the noises that night were different. They were not murmurs or feet dragging, they were groans of pain. I got up scared. I tried to get into his room, but he was stuck inside.

1:19:13 Josefina crawled all over the room doing it on the floor and perhaps through the walls. I could clearly hear how things fell. The next morning I found her lying on her bed. His skin was pale and cold. The most alarming thing is that he had grown very old. He looked at me, murmured incoherent words, and his breath was cut short. At times I became completely unaware. The only thing I could understand was that the devil would no longer agree and that his death was near. I wanted to go get a doctor, but she asked me not to leave her alone because she was afraid of her. He who came for her dawned with her about half a day and said goodbye to me. He begged me never to mess with the devil' s day and stay away from witchcraft. I said yes, as long as I resisted believing what I was seeing. Her body was that of an old woman. Besides, he was too skinny. The closest neighbors, when they found out that my aunt, Josefina, was dying, soon whispered that someone had managed to return one of her annoying ills to her. I confronted them by claiming that Josefina was a good healer, but they assured me that she was during the day, because when it was dark she became a witch and did great evils. For the same reason, there in the village, no one loved her. During the same night, Josefina died in her room in deep silence. The next morning I realized that I had fallen asleep.

1:20:48 My aunt was on her bed face down, had some wounds, maybe scratches or strong spankings, but I hadn' t noticed anything. There was no formal funeral, so to speak. The few neighbors who dared to approach the house when I was watching her, did so only to make sure that she had really died. With the help of who my husband is now, we buried her in the village cemetery and for days, it was said, the place was wrapped in terrible screams and paranormal manifestations so terrifying were that they asked to remove the body from the pantheon, but there was no foundation for that. The following months were strange. Although Josefina' s room was empty, the heavy air and the feeling of being observed every time she entered never disappeared at night. I thought I saw my aunt' s silhouette, walking around the corners of the house. The few visitors he had spoke of strangers, phenomena and sightings near his tomb. Some said that their spirit had not found peace, others that still sought revenge. I don' t know if I had to, but I did everything to get my aunt to rest until a Mass in the People' s Church. Something worked, because overnight, the demonstrations went down. Now, as I remember those days, I wonder

1:22:19 if everything I' ve lived can be forgotten. The facts are clear. Josefina was a woman with extraordinary powers and her life was intertwined with forces that I cannot and do not want to fully understand. I will never offend her memory by claiming she was a witch, but the reality is that every night I feel her presence. Tales written and adapted by Black Cat