Soy Vecino de una Secta (historias de terror)

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But don't worry, we will also enter the land of the most deeply inexplicable, because that is what this space is about. So it is time for you to stop being aware that you are entering the next stories, so I will ask you to leave everything out there. Any problem, any concern. For the next half hour, the only thing that your heart can feel is the terror of living. The following stories of the night. I don't usually tell personal things about work, and I don't know anything like this. I work in a newspaper in Mexico City, very important at a national level. They probably know it, and that's why I can't tell you what it is. For a few months I moved from a old house in a colony that still has houses and have not been filled with buildings from departments. High middle class, very centric. It is not my house, of course, remember that I have a reporter's salary. I rent a room to a couple of senior gentlemen. It is one of those rooms that I already used to use for the service. Very small, but with the basics. And it also has something that for me is worth it. A terrace. As I don't know how to be friends, here above I go to the majority of my afternoon. I have some plants that I have been buying little by little, an folding table and a couple of old chairs. I make my coffee, read or write, sometimes I review things at work. It is a quiet space, even in a city like this one. Being there there is a silence that makes you feel that you are not in the middle of the city, more populated by Latin America. The house on the side, on the other hand, always seemed strange to me. It is stuck, but it feels completely different. There are no people, there is no TV noise, there are no lights at night. The gentlemen told me that the dreams were going out of the country from years ago and that the last person who rented it ... Well, it did not end well. They did not give me much details, but with what they said it was enough to ensure that life had been taken away from them. I feel that it is one of those episodes that in a street like this one where the inhabitants are a community that is well known, it is difficult to tell, to relive. But that I learned later. At first, the only thing I noticed was the silence. It was so deep that it was impossible to ignore when the voices began to be heard. The first time I thought they were coming from the street. It was at night, I was on the terrace, already dark, with a light for a small light. I heard something as if ... as if several people spoke at the same time. But both went down. I did not understand what they were saying, only in murmur. I added to my reflection, but from my side it does not look much. To see the patio of the house on the side and get close to the edge of the roof, and the truth to me I do not like. They give me fear of heights. It is not that I am so tall, but it is enough for one not to be trusted. And that day I saw nothing, but then the voices returned. It was not a diary, sometimes days passed without listening to anything strange, and then suddenly again at night, the same kind of murmur. The second time I heard it closer, carefully, grabbing me from the wall, I inclined myself enough to see a little of the patio and ... nothing. But in a window of the neighbor's house there was light. It was very thin, like several candles, and moved. And between the shadows I saw that there were people. I did not see how well their faces were, but I did notice that they were ... gathered, sitting around a table, and then I realized something else. They were not talking, it was as if they were praying. I did not recognize the words, nor a prayer like the Catholic church I go to, at least not one that I have heard. It was more repetitive, as if everyone said the same at the same time without lifting their voice. And then I got off there, not because something had happened at that time, but because I did not like the feeling. It was very strange, I had no sense that there would be people there in a house that according to me was empty. For a week I let it pass, I thought maybe someone had the keys or that the owners lent the house, I do not know. I did not want to get into trouble for going where they did not call me. Until one night it was very clear, that time they were no longer just murmurs, it was clear that they were several voices, stronger and ... and something else. As it hit at once, rhythmic. I climbed the terrace and without thinking much, I approached the edge. I grabbed myself, I inclined and saw the same. The table near the window, candles, people around and that sound, as if someone marked the rhythm with their hands or with something on the table. I did not have much time to see, I went down straight with the gentlemen. I thought they were going to tell me that I was confusing things or that they were neighbors or any normal explanation, but as soon as I told the lady there was people in the house next door, that there were candles and that there seemed to be a type of meeting, she stayed quiet for a second and then she shouted to her husband that she was going up. The gentleman came in serious and when I repeated what he had seen, he changed his face and it was not a surprise or an incredulity, it was just an eye. We went out burying something furious that I understood as ... again these bastards and he called the police. After an hour two patrols arrived, they checked the entrance of the house next door, the gate, the windows, everything was closed with candado. They did not find a way to enter, my signal is that someone had forced something recently, but it was not the first time they got in like that. That was what they told me later, gentlemen, calm down, that since the woman who rented that house died, sometimes when the same thing happened, that there were people who got in hiding, that they thought it was a type of cult because they had seen things like before, the gentleman told me that once a police had taken one of those who got in and although they could not take it to the public ministry, they found the way to get the information. This guy told him that they were looking for houses that were marked by a violent death, because in those places the dead are left. I did not want to ask anymore at that time, despite being a journalist I am very weak for the morbid side of life. A few days later they reinforced everything, they put new chains, more candados, they even sold a part of the gate and secured all the windows even without the owners knowing who they had told them. The house was completely closed. And for a while it stopped making noise. I returned to my routine and returned to calm, I was on my way to read, to write, I tried not to think much about what I had heard before. In the case work, I once commented on the case with some friends who were hiding in strange stories, and one of them told me that if I had heard of groups like this, that they are looking for places where there are violent deaths or suicides and that they are doing rituals to contact the dead, to bring them, to ask them things, to know that truth they have when they are in another place, from where they come from. That gave me more fear than tranquility, and then one night it passed again, again I heard noises, but lower than before, as if there was someone there, but the only thing I did was touch the table, mark the rhythm, I went up, no longer so much, I approached the edge with more care than value and I took it. The table was still there, but there was no group, there was only one person, one woman sitting in front of the table. From where I was I did not see her face, she was behind me, slightly inclined forward, as if I was listening to something on the other side. There were no candles on that time, there was no light more than the one on the street that reached the top of the wall, and the woman did not move. I do not know how long I was looking at her, but when I reacted, I looked out, I went out on the street, I rolled the square, I got in front of the house on the side, the paddlers were still there, the chains were also there, everything was the same. There was no way someone would have come in, so I returned to my room and I did not want to go back that night. And since then, the community has been living here, I still use the terrace, although less at night, and sometimes, especially when everything is quiet, I hear again that someone is in the house on the side, but I have not gone back to sleep, and in the work one of the colleagues I spoke with, told me that little that that kind of groups do not stay much time in a single place, that they change, that they move, that they constantly look for other spaces, that they surely already have another house to be put in, in another colony, near someone else, maybe someone who is listening to us now. I do not know if it is true all this, but God, if they leave, they leave behind the dead that bring back. Before continuing the community, I want to ask you to leave us your opinion about the previous story, have you ever heard of a sect like this? Are you looking for this type of places to call the tragic deaths? If so, please tell us your experience as short as it is, and tell us if you think there is paranormal, or if it is just about people who are unbalanced, we would love to know your opinion, let's continue. Hello, L'Oreal and the community. I am Juan Francisco Padilla Contreras, from Venezuela, I am from Varinas, I honestly never thought of writing you to send you one of my stories, because for me it is normal, this environment, or these paranormal things that happen and do not have an apparent explanation. You know podcast, a night at the beginning of 2022 because I could not sleep, I was curious to find something of terror on YouTube and I left one of your videos, and from there until today, I always look for stories about the night on Spotify, all the nights to sleep and listen to the stories, and today, today I decided to participate and share one of my experiences. This happened already 12 years ago, I am currently 22, it was a cold night with wind, it was like 1 or almost 2 in the morning and I was deeply asleep, but my dad woke me up, we all slept in the same room, my parents, my sister and I, except my two older brothers who have a room apart, I woke up when I heard that my dad was in the same room, I woke up when I heard that my dad woke up, and the first thing I felt was the heat, a heat that did not correspond to the night, my dad was sweating, I also felt a very strange heat in the whole room, I promise you that I had never felt anything like that at night and less with the air conditioning on at 16 degrees, I woke up to check it because I thought it was decomposed, but it marked the normal temperature as always, and it was then when my dad said something that even today makes me cold, it smells, it smells like, like suffering, at that moment I also started noticing it, it was a strong, dry smell, difficult to describe but very ugly, I did not know how I suffered it, it was as if the air was very dirty, as if it could not breathe as well, I felt as if the oxygen was missing, it is not that we could not breathe, but as if the air did not fill the lungs well, we remained silent without understanding what was happening, suddenly something crossed over the house, we did not see it but it felt, it was like when a car passes at full speed very close to you and leaves a wave of air but this came from above and there was no way that we felt it because it was the ceiling in the middle, even so it was very clear, as if something big had passed flying, fast and very low, as if the vibration had crossed the ceiling, my dad and I went back to see without saying anything, but we knew that it could not be a bird, seconds later we felt that it fell in the yard of the neighbor, we knew it because our dogs began to bark immediately, we had three and they did not bark like that for anything, it was a aggressive and desperate bark, my dad and I ran towards the back of the house, there was a trail from where the patio could be seen and we took care, the dogs were stuck to the wall barking towards a fixed point, we went a little back because it felt a little weird, I do not know how to explain it but none of the two wanted to love each other and at that moment that, we moved again, we did not see it but it felt clearly, as if it had been pushed from the ground and started to rise, it happened again over the house and landed on the other side, towards the street, and there they began to bark more dogs, not only ours, but dogs from other houses, even some that never looked around the square came, several were gathered, they all seemed to be barking the same thing, there we heard a hymn, I do not know how to describe it without being exaggerated, but it was not a normal sound, it sounded like something that was suffering, but also as if this had been angry, it was as if it tried to make a hand sound but could not, the second hymn was stronger, more clear, closer, my dad and I reacted and we went running to the room to wake my mom, when we arrived she already had her eyes open, she looked at us and half asleep told us that we were going to sleep again, that surely it was the only dream, it was bothering again but at that moment, I heard the hymn again, very strong, very close to the house, my mom was in shock, she looked at us with fear in her eyes and asked us to take her to the Bible and her lenses, she went out to the hall and sat alone in one of the rooms, I approached but not much, I did not know what to do, outside I followed that sound, it was not constant but it was a certain time, as if that thing was coming back, as if it was moving, as if it were coming back, all this dark voice outside, no neighbor turned on the lights, no one came out, it was as if we were all listening, but no one wanted to see outside, or confirm anything, my mom started to pray in low voice without stopping, then a few minutes passed and the sound began to move away, but it did not fly away, it was walking, I know why we could hear the hymn from far away, and why the dogs were following it, they heard each time further away, and that hymn was turning off little by little, until it finally disappeared through the street and we no longer heard anything else, the next day some neighbors commented that they had heard something far away, not everyone, some said it sounded like the cry, but with a loud voice, not as they describe it always, I do not think that was the truth, I do not know what it was exactly either, I do not know what we heard that night, but I can say something, it was not something that happened at home, it was there, a moment, it reacted to us, and until my mom prayed and I walked, and that is what worries me the most, thinking for example, what would have happened if we had not prayed that night, the night, thank you for coming to this height of the episode, we remind you that it would 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And we don't tell stories about that. What we do there is talk about horror movies, which can also follow us if you want. The link to do it is in the description. Now let's continue, because this intermediate message went too far, but there are still more stories of horror. Tonight, I love you. Good night, Zuril. My name is Sophie. And I have years of listening to your stories. Although I've had several things, I think the one I'd like to tell the most is an experience that happened to me and my girlfriend, Marta, just in November of last year. Everything started with our change. We decided to move together and finally rent a very nice apartment near to her job. We were pretty good, to be honest. It was big, pretty and pretty, with a lot of people around. Because there are many houses. However, they were also a quiet place. When we moved out, everything was fine. The neighbors quickly showed us curiosity about us, especially because the people around us, in their majority, are already older, and one or the other young man lives with his parents or grandparents. But there was a special neighbor who didn't pay much attention to both of us. This lady lived almost in front of us. She was sitting in a chair outside her house, always seeing people passing by. We were particularly worried about things we didn't understand. Marta always told me, don't you feel bad about it? Like if you were thrown on top of something, or if you were going to throw something out of your face, I told her not to say those things, to leave her alone, that surely the lady was just a little bit... bitter, like many older people. Her face was so distant, bitter, like frustration. That's why I tried to smile at her, although she would always look at me with very harsh eyes. With time I decided to better not see her, because those murmurs began to become heavier comments. Everything continued like this for a while until... until November. Until one day I was evaporated, because my girlfriend was taking the car, and mine was also in the mechanic. And that story would go on for another story, because since we moved, we felt that many strange things are happening to us. Too bad for luck. But well, none of us had a car, so we had to ask an Uber to go to our jobs. As I was going in a hurry, I didn't notice anything. But at night, in the apartment, Marta told me, Sov, you didn't notice that the lady wasn't here today? I remember that I gave her a signal and I answered, No, and it's not that I was looking for her. You shouldn't have either. She just laughed at me and said that I shouldn't pay attention to her, and that's it. But the next day, I looked at her and it was true, the lady wasn't here. I thought she was sick or that she just didn't come out that day. Two days later, I got the doctor alone, because I was infected with pneumonia and I had to go to the study. That day I passed in front of the lady's house, as always, but something was different. The lady was there again, but not sitting down. She was standing, smelling one of her plants as if she was enjoying them. She turned directly towards me and I couldn't... avoid having myself in front of her. The lady smiled at me and said, Go with me. I didn't know what to answer, I just said, thanks if I keep walking. Maybe a little faster than normal to get away from her as before. I didn't go for a ride, it was because she really left me completely unconscious. In the Uber I called my girlfriend and told her what had happened. She lied to me and told me that maybe the disease had infected me with the lady. Later that same day, almost at 8 p.m. my girlfriend arrived at the apartment, but she looked different. She came straight to the room. I was scared, I thought something had happened to her. Then she told me, Sof, the lady died. I... I stayed in silence, nothing but... without being able to say anything. My girlfriend explained to me that she had seen a black monk out of the house, that she approached by curiosity and that there they were watching her, that she spoke to the girl, that she gave her the weight, and that the woman told her that the lady had had an influence, that it was complicated, and that she died the night before. That afternoon they took her home and in the afternoon they started with the bell. I felt like I was going to the air, and I told her, Marta, how did she die at night if I saw her today in the morning? She stayed in silence, and that was when she also became pale. I didn't want to go through the bell, the girl invited us to be neighbors, but I preferred to stay in the apartment. I told my girlfriend that we should pray for her. I didn't know how to explain what she had seen. Days later I found my daughter on the street. I took the opportunity to give her the weight personally. I told her that I knew Marta had already spoken to her, but that I wanted to tell her too. The woman smiled at me and before leaving, she told me something that still keeps me thinking. She told me, yes, of course, I know who you are. My mom spoke to me of the two of us. I stayed still, paralyzed. She told me that her mom always made a bad face to the neighbors, that she was like that with everyone, but that with me it had been different. She told me that I smiled at her, although she was already gross. And that she had made her change the way she looked at me, and that although I was still making faces, she was falling for it. I didn't know what to answer. I didn't tell her that I had seen her. I didn't tell her that that morning, when she had already died, she spoke to me. Until today, I don't know if what I saw was real, I don't know if it was her or something else, but I do know that that day, I didn't see myself as the same woman who looked at us from the chair. It was someone completely different. I don't know if it was for good or bad. I hope it's the first thing. Have a good night, community. Thank you.