Por Culpa De Mi Abuelo, La Familia Tiene Una Maldición Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 My family is usually ordinary. We are quiet and as far as friendly neighbors. Sometimes we bother like anyone else and seek to help others. However, we have a particular situation and it is that it torments us a curse that we have been carrying for years because of a bad payment that my grandfather made with a witch the colony where my grandfather lived as a child there was a rumor that there was a witch. It was really a woman who practiced chiromancia. She read the palm of her hand to the neighbors, guessing the future. My grandfather thought it was fun, so he asked him to guess the future. However, he warned him that if things did not happen as he had indicated, he would not pay him. But to my grandfather' s bad fortune, the things the witch told him happened almost to the letter, because or because of what she already owed to the Witch, my grandfather refused to pay, so he ignored her for a while and despite the witch' s warnings, he ignored her. After a while, the lady warned him more than if he did not pay, they would pay the consequences, not only him, but also his children and the children of his children. But my grandfather ignored her. That' s when it all started. Days after he broke his promise with the witch, while lying down, he heard a noise coming from outside. He slept on the first floor in front of a

1:40 window, which led directly to the street. He got up to look out, but he didn' t find anything weird. He swore to have heard that someone was running from one side to the other as if they were surrounding the house, but as much as he paid attention and looked carefully, he couldn' t see anything, so he went back to bed. He tried to distract a little by thinking about the things he had to do the next day. In this way he managed to fall asleep and when he was about to fall asleep, they touched the window as if they had done it with their fists closed. His senses were energized. He realized there was really something out there. He stared for a few seconds at the window, which suddenly opened, letting in an icy stream of air. Then he distinguished that something was lurking in the darkness just behind the curtain. He didn' t know what moment he was in. Until a few seconds ago the window had opened and he saw nothing happen, but now there was something coming out of the curtains. Suddenly he heard several steps approaching his bed and before him rose the figure of a woman with scars on her face and black eyes. My grandfather perceived the look of this woman and in turn felt a gigantic weight on her chest. The air ate him to miss. He could not take away the gaze of that woman who seemed to speak in another language. My grandfather started coughing. He didn' t get any air in his lungs. The woman vanished and my grandfather caught his breath instantly whatever it was. My grandfather knew

3:15 well that that had been a result of the promise he broke with the Witch. So, without waiting the next day, after he got up, he went to look for the witch. However, it was no longer possible for him to find her. As much as she asked where the lady who read her hands was. No one was able to give you any indication. The woman had grabbed her things and left without warning anyone. That' s when my grandfather realized the problem he' d gotten into. For the next few nights, my grandfather couldn' t sleep peacefully. I had a feeling that that woman would appear before him again, but the only thing she could see was an owl in the top of a tree. He did not pay much attention to his first nights, but as the days passed, the owl came closer to the house. My grandfather thought that maybe he was making a nest, until one night that idea changed. My grandfather came back from playing football.

4:14 He was very tired, so he just walked into his room without turning on the light and lay down to sleep. It was then that he felt that he was not alone in bed without opening his eyes. He raised his hand to touch the side of the bed and could feel two huge, sharp, frightened nails. He rose quickly from the bed and looked around. There was a huge lump that opened his two bright eyes. It was the owl who spoke to him and told him you didn' t pay your debt. The owl walked away, flew from the window and disappeared into the dark of the night. Since then, my grandfather became very perceptible before apparitions. He heard people talking in the hallways of the house, shadows moving quickly to the corners and even calling him at night by his name. My grandfather was a bundle of nerves to such an extent that the family had to move for my grandfather' s mental health. He helped this for a few years. My grandfather had a chance to make his life normal. He had four children, one of whom is my father. Over the years, my grandfather warned his children of this curse and that they should be attentive to any eventuality presented to them by the witch. He had set him free, but without a doubt, his children were now following him. My father used to go to a lathe shop to prepare material to sell. Very often. He stayed late working

5:46 and asked his employer for permission to continue making material. He was never denied it. The only condition was that he shut down the workshop. One night while my father was working he decided to turn on the pia radio to work accompanied by music, when suddenly someone turned it off. At that time the radio they used was one of the most modern, so it seemed strange to him that it had broken down on its own. He came up to her and turned it on again. However, he was no longer picking up any radio signals. He thought maybe the radio had lost the signal, so he left it on with the loud volume, waiting for the signal to return.

6:28 Only the pure static was heard. In a way, that was relaxing for him. Until the static began to distort. My father stared at the radio, and this was happening. When someone approached the radio, the signal didn ' t go well because the frequency was blocked. But on that occasion my father was suddenly alone on the radio. A voice began to be heard, which at first was imperceptible. My father thought the signal had finally returned, but this voice seemed different from that of some speaker or singer. The voice took that of a woman who kept saying the same thing, until it was heard quite clearly, your father has not paid his debt. It was what my father heard then, from the top of the ceiling, that my father realized that there was an owl watching Alletó very strongly that the wind caused by his wings reached my father. The bird moved away from there, perplexing him.

7:34 The next few days were heavy for my father. At night, while he slept, he saw in his dreams a woman with scars on her face. She didn' t seem to be an ordinary woman. It was disturbing to look at her. My father woke up agitated sweating cold. I didn ' t know what I could do, so he chose to finally tell Grandpa. My grandfather accompanied my father a couple of times at night to meet Grandma and finally pay her debt, but she never appeared in the form of a new owl. My grandfather missed a chance to pay him. The family had to get used to the series of events that were happening to them all over the place. Things were whistling at night and when everyone was asleep, it was something that happened and they had to get used to it. Years later, fate called my grandfather died of so much smoking. There was no chance of saying goodbye to him. I got to know him in life. He even carried me in his arms when I was little, but with the passage of time everything is forgotten with the exception of debts. My father kept a portrait of my grandfather' s face in his fourth year after my grandfather' s death and when he was old, my father told me all this and the witch' s curse. Even though my grandfather had already died, it was important that I knew. According to my father, something quite disturbing happened

9:07 to me in my case. A week ago I was alone at home. My parents had gone to a birthday of a friendship of old. I told them I wanted to stay home watching TV. In a way, I knew they wouldn' t come back early, so I stayed up late watching TV. It was already 1: 00 a m when I got a little hungry. I had bought some snacks at the store a little before they closed, so I opened them and set myself up to consume them. Just when I was about to give her the first bite, I heard a noise I swore came from the second floor. I left things on the table and went to check the sound. It was very similar to when something fell on the floor, so I figured it could be the closet. I looked carefully and even looked at the other rooms, but found nothing out of the ordinary or out of place, so I chose to go back and watch TV. But just as I arrived in the living room, to my surprise, the TV was off. We don' t have it scheduled to go off alone, so I found it quite strange. I turned it on and put back on the program I was watching, but almost instantly another noise was heard, but this time with more intensity. It was so loud the noise that I really scared myself running up to look at myself, but I didn' t see anything

10:37 out of place. However, a strange lump in one of the windows caught my attention. It was a round lump that stood out from everything. I stood by for a few seconds trying to find him a figure and then two bright round eyes opened wide. It was an owl. He stared at me. He seemed to be analyzing every move he made. I kept asking myself what the hell an owl was doing in my house. I remembered that my father saw one when he was little and assured me that they were bad, especially because of what had happened to him. It started to scare me. I had to do something to drive him away, so I quickly looked for something to scare him. Then I remembered that in the bathroom was a broom, which my mother left there by the time she took care of it.

11:28 I went to get her and when I came back to scare the owl, this one was gone. The noises were now heard on the ground floor. I didn' t understand how the bird was now on the other floor. If the only place to get to him was down the stairs, I rushed down the stairs with the broom in hand. Then I realized that the new account TV was off and not just that. The lights in the kitchen turned on and off constantly. I realized something bad was going on, so I ran my phone to dial my parents. I felt my heart beating so hard that I almost felt it coming out and when the phone or tone in front of me was the owl, its bright eyes seemed to hypnotize me. My body responded on its own. The broom got loose from my hands and I couldn' t move my eyes. I realized things were shaking, they were wobbly from one side to the other. The bird turned around and went into a room. Suddenly it changed shape to that of a person. I couldn ' t tell if it was a man or a woman. I was totally paralyzed and then the person came out of the room and climbed the stairs.

12:46 Within a few seconds I recovered the movement in my arms and legs. I rushed up and could only tell how that bird came out of the window. My parents soon marked me that I had marked them, but I didn' t answer them. They only heard strange noises on the other side of the horn and didn' t answer them. That' s when I realized it ' s been more than two hours since it all started. I didn' t feel the time pass so fast or at least it wasn' t what I felt. My heart was still beating hard, so I asked my parents to come back soon. That morning we talked a little bit about what happened.

13:26 I was already calmer, so I could tell them things better. My father, hearing my story, suddenly rose from the chair and went to his room. My mother and I did not know what had happened, but at one point he returned alarmed indicating that his father' s photograph was not in place. My father was disturbed by the disappearance of my grandfather' s photograph. We went through the house searching every corner, but there was no trace of it. It was strange, as my father had always kept that photograph in a safe place and never moved it from there. We decided to check the rest of the house, but everything seemed to be in order, except for the tense atmosphere that felt. It was as if something was watching us from the shadows waiting for the right time to act. I couldn' t stop thinking about the owl. My father suggested that perhaps someone had entered the house and had taken the photograph and that there was no connection with what happened that night, but I knew in the depths of my being that it was not so and that there was a strong relationship with the curse that had haunted us for generations. By my father' s decision, we decided not to talk about it anymore at the moment and tried to keep the day normal, but it was difficult to ignore the feeling of discomfort that was looming over us that night, while we were silently dining a noise coming from the basement,

15:00 we were not jumped out of our seats. My father and I looked at each other with concern. As my mother clung to her rosary with her eyes closed in a silent prayer with caution, we headed to the basement armed with a flashlight and a crucifix that my mother had taken from the wall as she opened the door, a chill ran through my back as I felt a gust of cold air coming from the darkest. We slowly descended down the stairs. The basement was barely lit by the dim light of my father' s flashlight. That' s when we saw him, a hooded figure standing in the middle of the room, with his arms stretched out in a sinister gesture.

15:45 We could not see his face, but we could feel his gaze fixed on us, as if he were devouring our souls with his eyes empty. My father took a challenging step forward and demanded that he identify himself, but the figure did not respond. He just stood there like a statue. Then, with a sudden movement, the figure raised his hand and pointed towards a dark corner of the basement. My father and I followed his gaze and saw something that iced us. The blood, my grandfather' s broken and torn photograph lay on the ground next to a puddle of water. Before we could react, the figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving us alone in the darkness of the basement. We looked at each other without words, knowing that something dark and evil had happened, but in a way we realized that perhaps there was no way the debt could be settled. Now that the witch realized Grandpa' s death. But I really can' t tell you that, because things are still happening in my house and the owl keeps showing up almost every night.

17:00 Written and adapted by the language of the sorcerer