Especial de Noche de Brujas 2025

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Today we have a special night of witches that we hope you enjoy a lot because you've been prepared with a lot of love for us, choosing some of the most terrifying stories, more suitable for tonight than we've received in the last few months. We wish you all the best, have a happy Halloween, and don't forget to stay until the end. It's a great way to say goodbye to all of you who use this episode as background for your night of witches because you'll be undoubtedly the next protagonists of the night's stories. I don't know if anyone else has experienced anything similar, I hope not, but every Halloween, every night of witches, I remember what happened to me. I was 8 years old when I lived with my parents and my older sister in a two-story house, in a quiet neighborhood. It was the end of October, just at that time when everyone had decorations and the nights started getting cold when the autumn was already coming. I remember that in the nearby houses there were witches,!with lights, and they had those laughter that were heard as part of the usual sound of the season. That's why when I heard the first laughter that night, I thought it was one of those long-awaited decorations, but no, it wasn't. I have to tell you that my sister, who was 10, wasn't in the house that night, wasn't in our room with me, in the bed in front of me. I had operated on her emergency and my parents stayed in the hospital with her. I was left by the caretaker of a neighbor, Mrs. Hoony, a good lady but already very big. She slept in the living room and told me to go up to my room, that she would sleep early. I tried to do it, but the silence in the house was very strange. Everyone felt different without my sister in the other bed. There were no plates, no breathing, no movement, no that sound of the blankets when someone gets comfortable. I stayed for a while looking at the ceiling and I think she slept for a few minutes until I heard something that opened my eyes. It was a very small laugh like a woman or an old girl, I don't know how to explain it. She came from below, from below my sister's bed. First I wanted to think that they were neighbors, some recording because in those days some people put speakers outside so that they could hear horror sounds, but the sound didn't come from the street, it came from there, from inside the room. I covered myself with the blanket trying not to move, she told me that she was dreaming, that if I stayed still she would leave, but the laugh continued, it was a dirty laugh, like the throat of the one she was holding was full of dust. Then I heard something like she scratched the floor and it was completely clear, the sound did come from below my sister's bed. I had the small flashlight, a pink plastic one that I used when we played when we played under the sheets and I took it with my hand trembling, I went down slowly from my bed, I felt the floor very cold, I walked from point to point and I went down, there below, there was, I swear to God, a lady, a very thin old woman with gray hair full of dirt, her face was stained as if it had been digging in the hole, she wore a kind of dress or black tie and her hands were so thin that her bones were visible under her skin, she looked directly at me with her eyes very open, without stop laughing, it was such a horrible image that I was frozen, I didn't even scream, I just felt that my legs did not respond, that it makes me pee, then when I was able to breathe, without thinking, I ran to the stairs and I went down screaming, Mrs. Juni was in the bathroom but she did not wake up, I screamed, I screamed for her name several times, I moved her and I held her arm and nothing, I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed a jar and I returned, I saw water in her face and at that moment I opened my eyes very scared, what's wrong girl? I said, already angry, I pointed at her up there without being able to speak well, I think I was just saying, there is someone, there is someone under my sister's bed, she climbed the stairs, I was still angry, I stayed down waiting, listening, they passed a few seconds and I heard her scream, then I went down running without saying anything, she took my hand and took me home, that night I slept in her room, covered with a blanket that smelled like eucalyptus, she did not let me come back until my parents arrived, when they returned I kept shaking, I talked to her and my mother went to the room with my father, they looked under the bed and I remember very well that scream of my mother, they did not let me go up, but I managed to hear when they spoke in a low voice in the kitchen, when they said that there was a lot of land there, as if someone very dirty had hidden, they said they found a red cloth with something inside, a bone or something that looked like it, my father put it in a bag and took it to the church, I believe, he never told me where, he only told me that he was not worried about that, I never knew anything else, no one wanted to talk about the subject, but the few days they put rows in all the windows, and since then in that house, we always leave a light on, although I know a little, I did not know who was that old woman who got into the house and his intentions, but when I think about her, the only thing I can think about is that she was a witch. Good night to the entire community of stories and teeming, I am a follower of the program from several years ago, but for some reason I had never dared to tell this story, today, this October, the month of the shadows and the witches, I want to do it, because it was just in October, the year 2019, when we lived something that was still gazing at us, my name is José, and although I was there, I was not the one who suffered the worst that morning on October 31, the true protagonist was my eldest cousin, Pepe, he was the one who faced what we later all called the witch of the hoolero, every year we visit the family ranch at this time, it is a tradition, we celebrate the chántolo, we remember those who are already there and we disconnect from everything, without a signal, without internet, only the silence of the field, the grills and the wind between the oranges, that day had been perfect, laughter, hugs, stories, the sound of the cups on the table, but when the night fell, something changed, the atmosphere became colder, everyone began to get ready to sleep, the house is at the end of a paved street and behind it the orange fields are lost until the hills begin, on the sides there is only a stable and a few small constructions, the kitchen was separated from the rooms, it is like a little open house with walls that are only half a meter, from day it feels welcoming, familiar, but at night the wind goes through everything and seems to breathe with you, the main house has four rooms and two bathrooms, the women stayed in the center room, the largest, the door plate was broken, so they mounted suitcases against the entrance so that the air would not push, my uncle and my grandparents slept until the end, and us, Pepe, his brother Miguel and I, slept in the room next to them, that door did not have, only a thin curtain that moved every time the air entered, we turned off the light near midnight, I was asleep stuck at the entrance, Miguel in the middle and Pepe at the bottom, everything was in silence, until something changed, Pepe realizes that a crackle entered the room, so cold that it crossed her back, covered her head with a blanket, and then she heard a soft, child voice, that said, Hello and he heard mine answering the greeting, her body tense, did not recognize the voice of the girl but pretended to sleep, the conversation continued, she asked me my name and I told her, I asked her about her but Pepe could not hear it well, until that moment I thought it was a joke, but then the girl spoke again, How old are you? I answered her, and then with a voice that no longer sounded so childish, she said, I'm 150 years old, Pepe's heart began to beat very hard, she could not move, she could not breathe well, only heard silence in the room and then with the voice asked, and the baby, where is it? I can hear it, it's near, at that moment Pepe tried to move, but her body did not respond, suddenly she felt something fall over her, thousands of long and cold hair slipped on her face, they covered her mouth, they tied her neck, they entered between the lips, they were drowning, and tried to scream but could not, and there the voice changed again, it was no longer the voice of a girl, it was the voice of an old man, broken, dry, very close to him, I know there is a baby here, tell me where it is, or I'll take you, that baby was my sister, at that moment she was not baptized, Pepe with the little she could move, raised her arm and pointed it out, towards the street, towards a house far away as wanting to defy the tension, the voice said, I'm going to go there, but if it is not there, I'm going to come back for you. Suddenly the weight disappeared, the hair dropped and they were no longer, the curtain of the entrance rose up in hit, as if something had come out of the room with a air crack, Pepe was immediately incorporated, took her cell phone, it was 5.40 in the morning, turned on the light of the room, Miguel and I were deeply asleep, he tried to wake us up but we ignored him, we told him, annoying, that he would shut up and let us sleep, thinking that he was only playing, Pepe no longer turned off the light, I did not want to close my eyes for a second more, when dawn with the first rays of the sun entering the room, it was direct to the room of women, there followed the baby, my aunt, who is those people who feel when there is something strange, he listened carefully, my mom also worried about me what had happened, and then my aunt told her everything, he said that around 3 in the morning the atmosphere began to feel strange, it was when she realized that someone was trying to open her door, remember, the cup was broken, and they had to push bags against the entrance to lock it, her daughter, my cousin, also noticed it, because she was awake and saw her with fear, my aunt told her to pray that everything was going to be fine, that she would sleep, soon they stopped forcing the door from outside and everything calmed down, and they went back to sleep, I woke up until about 9 o'clock, when Pepe woke up to Miguel and me with a nervous laugh, how was your new life of 150 years? he asked me, I thought I was kidding, I was going to wash my face and when I came back he started telling us everything, at first we laughed but when we went out to the kitchen and saw everyone's faces, when we realized that my aunt and mom were not there because they had gone out to bring things, we understood that it was not a joke, almost half a day my aunt and mom came back, they brought candles, blessed water and herbs, they went all the way to the house, and when they arrived at our room they found the corner where Pepe had slept, several long hair, old hair, as if they had been there saved, you already know who knows how many, they burned it without thinking twice, that same afternoon we returned to the city, my mom and aunt said they were afraid that I would return what I had arrived in the morning, and after that we baptized my sister, we continued to celebrate the chantolo, we continued to light the fire and telling stories when October arrives, but after that night, when the 31st arrives, no one sleeps in that room, no one, today for me it is already a story, but for my cousin Pepe, it was a night that will never be boring, it would be a pleasure to hear this story in your podcast, and if you can send a greeting to Pepe, who is currently running from forano to work, where he is, he still gives him the cold to remember, the witch of the hole, my dad is called Lucas, and that story told me several times, although never the same, sometimes it seemed that I wanted to forget it, and others, it was as if I needed to remember it to convince myself that it had happened, he grew up in a colony outside the city, when there was still a lot of field, empty fields and houses separated by trees, it was from those places where children spent the whole day playing outside, running, hiding between the high grass, looking for the bricks between the rocks, until it began to darken, because when the sun was behind the hills, all the moms were going to shout the names of their children, Lucas, dinner, Fernando, get in, it was like a written rule, if it was night, everyone ran to their houses, no one stayed outside, my dad said that when he was a child, he was not afraid of the field, or the trees, or the sounds of the mountain, what he was afraid of was that moment, just when the sun was about to fall, and everything was filled with long shadows, he said that in that hour between the day and night, sometimes they saw strange things, like that child, according to him, the child seemed almost every day, always the same hour to see them play, when they were already keeping the canikas or the carts, he was hiding between the trees far away, he had a long black hair, very lazy, and a very wrinkly old clothes, he never spoke, even seemed that he could not do it, but he made them signs with his hands, greeting them, he told them to follow them, they laughed, he made them signs so that it would be better for him to come, to play with them, but the child only moved the head and got into the mountain again, sometimes when they returned the next day, they saw him closer, almost among the motorbikes, as if he had been waiting for them, a week passed until one day, my father and his friend Fernando were alone, the child appeared again, it was a very dark, very cloudy afternoon, it seemed that there was going to be a storm and the others had not come to play, the child was there among the trees looking at them, my father said that that time it did not come true, that something in his eyes looked different, he felt different, Fernando was the first to say it, and if we follow him, just to see where he lives, my father doubted, but the child made the sign again, slowly, as if he were waiting for them, he ran and they ran behind him, the child was very fast but without making noise, they went through bushes, through stones, through a land full of loose land, my father said that although they followed him closely, they never managed to reach him, it seemed to float between the branches, suddenly they saw him stop in front of a small wooden house, half-baked among the trees, he had the door open and inside they could see some orange lights, like candles, no cables or places of light near, Lucas thought that maybe the child lived with his parents, that they could ask for permission to go out to play, he passed through the door, but before being able to play, a scream stopped him, a man who had lowered the hill, loading wood on his shoulders, when he saw them, he released them all to the ground and ran towards them, he grabbed them with his arms, one on each side, and started yelling without saying a word, after they left several meters away, and only then did the man speak, he asked them what they were doing there, that they were crazy, and when my father tried to explain to him that only the child who lived there was full, the man became angry, there is no child here, he told them, that is the witch's house, he told them that since his own grandfather was a child, that house was there, inhabited by the same woman as always, that he was always alone, that he always sought company, the children did not understand anything, they only knew that the man, a very old man, trembled while speaking, the light accompanied him to the entrance to the colony, to the civilization, and before leaving them, he warned them, if they see the child again, run, but in the opposite direction, he returned to the people, they never get into the forest when they are there, he told my father that when he said, the old man used hands, as if he were still not believing that it was a child, that night my father did not sleep, he said that he could not get out of the head the child's face, that way he looked at them from the house, with an expression that no longer seemed like a game, the years passed, the field was filled with houses, the streets were paved, and many new families came to live there, but that house in the mountain was still among the trees, small with its undone roof, with its windows covered with traps, they said that sometimes light was seen inside, although no one had seen the entrance or exit to someone from there, when my father left the people, from that colony and adolescence, they still said that in the afternoon, when the sun began to fall, there could be a child among the trees, that did not speak, that only looked at those who played, and he made signs with his hand, as if he were avoiding them to follow him, I have never been to that place, but when my father tells me that part, I feel that it connects with a fear that never came to an end, that I will never be able to completely forget. Shopify is specially designed to help you start, run and grow your business, with easy customizable themes that let you build your brand, marketing tools that get your products out there, integrated shipping solutions that actually save you time, from startups to scale-ups, online, in-person and on the go. Shopify is made for entrepreneurs like you. Community, as always, I want to remind you that I will leave you here, in the description of the episode, a link to find my book, Nuts of the Night, which is already available, also in Spain and in Chile. We are very, very happy, and it is a short shot, if you are thinking about it, do not do it and buy it, because it will end. Next we have a very, very special story, more than a horror story, it is a testimony, the testimony of how a witch is. We thank Graciel for the opportunity to tell his experience, and if there is someone else out there listening to us, a real witch, and I believe that we have told you exact things here, we also invite you to share your version, your story. We continue with the stories of the night. WEDNESDAY Hello, Uriel and good night community, my name is Graciel Ape, and I live in the state of Mexico, it is the first time I write something like that, the truth makes me a little nervous, but I also felt that it was time to tell it, I had never told it to a high voice, but yes, I am a witch, and my cause is thanks to when so many people come on the internet, dressed in black, dancing with their high-end hats, their necklaces, and the famous witch's nose, everyone talks about that nose as if it were the most powerful amulet that exists, but the truth is that it only serves for those who know how to wear it, for those who really have the gift, it is not protection as they see it, but balance, it is something that helps to maintain harmony with the elements that the real witches can master, and yes, it has become popular, but I assure you that a stone prepared, or even a well-dressed stick, can protect you much more than that nose that everyone presumes, my strongest element has always been the water, it is the one that speaks to me with more clarity, the fire fulfills what I ask, the wind takes what I want to move away, and the earth gives me energy, it rejuvenates my soul, but of all, the water is the one that guides me, sometimes I laugh when I see those people who call themselves witches, and go on a life announcing themselves, we are not like that, the truths do not dress in a special way, we neither walk looking for tension, we are lonely, and although the love that never works sounds sad, in one or another way, we always end up alone, it is the fate of the witches, that is why I would have loved my story to come out on October 31, because besides being my companion, it is the new year of the witches, the night of the Sabbath, for us that day marks the beginning of the year, the night in which everything is possible or impossible is going to be fulfilled, when we can communicate with the beyond, and I say to ourselves, why do I speak of those who do not announce themselves, those who do not record videos, so much gossip or remedies, I speak of those we were born with, I, for example, was born while my grandmother, paternal, celebrated her Sabbath with several more women, although I was born far from her, we belong to the same lineage, and so soon I felt my birth that I wanted to look for myself, I wanted to give myself its blessing, my mother, on the other hand, took good care of her, knew what it was, and she was afraid, she swore that she would not let me see her until she was baptized, but my grandmother somehow managed to find me, they say that when she saw me, she smiled, and she caressed my head for several minutes, my inheritance comes from my father, and although I do not care what you say my name, I prefer that you do not mention my surnames, I am a teacher, and I know how many people listen to this podcast, and also, my grandmother was one of the most well-known witches in Oaxaca, with respect to the family we will change the name, and I hope that she is called Soledad, they say that she had the power to become a fireball, as I told you during one of her rituals, a 31st of October, when she, as the eldest of her group, announced that I would give her her energy, her gift, that I would have it with her, she was no longer there, she gave the instruction to make sure that they did not baptize me, but that time when my mother saw me hold on, when she touched my head so much, she scared to the extent that she took me from the church immediately, that they baptized me at that moment, I thought that this would free me from this, but it was not like that, that energy was already inside me, my mother decided to move away from my grandmother, with my father and my brothers, even though three months after that visit, that she finally met me, my grandmother passed away, they rented a house and later my father bought a land in the middle of nowhere, that's why I always say that I live at the end of the world, there was no water, no light, no drainage, my mother cared for the neighbors' materials and that's what we kept them with, I was just a baby, and they say that I loved that they sat me on the ground, that I played her for a long time in silence, as if I felt something in her, and that there was something very strange with my reflection in the mirrors, that sometimes it looked blurry, that others when they looked away at me simply did not reflect me, and one of my brothers came to say that my reflection was on foot, while I was sitting, at the age of five I cared for my younger brother while my mother was working, that's how we were children at that time, neighbors helped us, they turned on the light or left us food, and at seven I started saying things that would later be fulfilled, once my mother warned her that she was going to fall into work, that she would hurt her knees, and so it was, a neighbor who had a lot of affection for me, one day he saw me playing under a pyrule, and he told me that he was prettier, he loved me affectionately, and I, without knowing why I swear to him, I screamed, I told him to say goodbye to his son, because a friend was going to kill him, and that's how it happened, that same day, I remember why they told me, and because the neighbor never saw me again, neither getting close nor caressing my hair, it scared him, since then my mother started taking me to the church, she started to pray and asked me if I didn't want to be a nun, she said, wouldn't you like to have a white dress like the one of nuns? to be close to God, and I only answered, not crazy, I have a lot to pray with, it's never been cruel, I don't say bad words, because I think the bad language is silent to the spirits, and most of them are not bad, they are souls that have not realized that they have already died, with time I learned to shut up, when I started to see the dead, especially when they talked to me, when I saw them coming to the house, at first my mother told her, but she was already angry, she told me, don't do that, let them go, but it's worth it that you don't do them any harm, but I continued to see things, seeing situations that I couldn't explain, once a lady came looking for her missing daughter, she had run to the voice in the colony of what I was doing, and she approached me when I was outside, when she didn't see my mother, she asked me about her daughter, I took her hands and told her to look for her in the trash, where there was a burnt bed, still wet, that I was going to find her, and yes, there they found her, I don't remember how I knew, I just remember telling it, another woman came to ask for help because her son was sick, I told her that the girlfriend of her son had given her something to eat, and that in the pantheon, in a grave, there was a picture of her, they went, they left, and everything turned out to be true, as a thank you, she gave me a rose, it was the most beautiful thing that someone had given me, but when my mother saw it, she thought she had stolen it and hit me until she got tired, even though I avoided her from starting to die almost every day, some of them talked to me, others just stayed there, looking at me, I remember very well that once I was followed by the street, and desperate joy that no longer followed me, it stopped in the dry, and so that day, I knew I could also obey, one night during a pagoda someone knocked on the door three times, when I opened I saw a lady who asked me for water, I did not let her pass, but I took her a glass and drank in front of me, before leaving she told me, I will never forget what you did for me, with time I began to investigate, to read, to understand why everything I said was fulfilled, at 15 it was that I knew it was a witch, but I also discovered that it was not the only one, that several women looked at me with hatred, with a hatred that I did not understand, I married young and I lasted 18 years, at 17 I knew the one who was my husband, we had a family but it was very jealous and the relationship became complicated, at that time it was so difficult to meet Mrs. Juana too, a woman who knew witchcraft, every time she looked at me she told me that she had a very strong light, and that the women who looked at me with hatred were witches too, that they felt my energy, that she shone more than her and that they envied her, she never let them touch you or spit at you, she told me, because they can steal what your grandmother left you, but that would be difficult, I did not touch people or the hand because she saw things, her memories, her pain, the witches see the pain all the time, that's why my husband never liked to avoid the pantheon, but he did not understand that there are things that not everyone can see, when I was going to visit our graves, I had to listen to my dead, I was dedicated to walking, I did not know how many times I found buried works between the graves, and all I did was take them out, return them, send the evil back to the fountain, return the damage, you know, the true witches do not expose themselves, that's why I laugh when I see some on social networks teaching rituals, if they were real they wouldn't do it, and well, I am now a much older woman, I have three children and I feel that two of them inherited something, I don't know how many, but something, when I was little, the eldest, I talked to my grandmother and other spirits, the youngest one who is now at the university, he doesn't talk to me about energy, but I know he feels it too, I've seen you alone, recently I met a Christian person who has helped me a lot to get closer to the spiritual, but in each moon my body starts to get piqued, I don't sleep, I don't eat meat, and I still don't get a hand's warm, I like walking on the grass for the nights, like when I was a child and I felt the earth, I live in Checonautla, in the land my father bought when we were children, I love loneliness, animals approach me without fear, some seek it with company, I know when someone lies to me or when they talk about me, I see animals, I know herbs and remedies and what I don't know I learn, and if you ask me who is my best advisor, it's water, she brings me messages or jokes, as I say in joke, and yes, although I am a cliché, I like the black color, I have an old spirit, I have reincarnated several times, and in my last life I know that my name was Lucía, that I lived in Calisco, that I had three children and a husband that I loved a lot, when he died I was able to reach him in the next life, and they will believe me or not, but I did, now it's called Javier, but we arrived late, he is married and I don't think I will interfere, my companion spirit is the same woman I gave him water last night, he never left me, he protect me, he warns me, he tells me who is close and why, what I don't know is that night that I saw her as a child, she was still alive, or it was just a spirit, if someone hurts me I will return it, before hugging a man I prefer to hug a tree or a stone, because they never lie, and yes, I have done bad things, and I have also returned what they do to me, and before someone asks, I don't have a place or a job for others, that for me is a little thing, of course Uriel, I don't know if my story will come out someday, maybe it's not a story of the night, but it's my life and I wanted to tell you about it, but that if, don't worry, because besides this, I have many other stories to tell, from my perspective, the ones I lived and the ones I witnessed, but they all end up the same, because they always meet what I say and what I see, I've heard stories about the night for years, I put it on since I get up, while I get ready to go to work, and also when I return home, and every time I do it, I feel like I'm not alone, I'm with you, community, My dear community, before we go on to the next story, I remind you that we are absolutely against any kind of animal abuse, to any of them, if they feel like they are chasing them, a witch or a waltz, become something, then get out of the way with grudges, or hold on, but never, never, never go to hurt a little animal, that's not what we do here in the community of the night, take that message, please, having said that, we continue with the next story, with the revenge of the waltz, which one? Hello Uriel, two years ago I listened to your podcast, since I was little I've been interested in these topics, although a while ago I couldn't even talk about them, because of an experience I've had, which perhaps is a story for another occasion, anyway, I was listening to your last stories about witches and I remembered a story that my grandmother told me, paternal, when she was a child, I would like to share it, she died four years ago, and somehow I feel that when I tell her, I would honor her memory, my grandmother used to tell us that she had a arrival to which the Swedes were stretching the cream at night, or that on the nearby beach her house she saw a horseback or that on the nearby beach her house was seen a horseback until it disappeared in the sea, but among all her stories there was a particular one that had a lot to do with weight, because it was about the last year of her father's life, of my great grandfather, my grandmother grew up in a corner between the states of Tabasco and Veracruz, I'll tell you, but I ask you to omit the name of that town, the well-known ones who stay there, my grandmother's family used to dedicate the coconut, cocoa and corn trade, they had parcels for these crops, in addition to the cattle and the corral key, and the largest house in the world, completely made of wood, she told us that a year before her father passed away, a kind of white soap, very large, the size of a person, always on top of a gallery, it had so white feathers that they seemed to shine, all the nights without a fault, when my grandfather arrived home, that animal began to sing, after several days, my grandmother told him to be careful, that it was not normal, she insisted that they visit the priestess of the community, and my grandfather, although something skeptical, agreed, as soon as they arrived, he observed it carefully, and told him that what he did not do was a simple animal, but something that existed between this world and the other, to make themselves of it, I had to give it a shot with a silver bullet, and followed his instructions, my grandfather sent him to make two silver bullets, once sold with water from the bautismal skin of the chapel, he prepared to act, one night, together with twelve of his eldest children, he gave house to that key, one of my uncles managed to shoot, and my grandmother told me that she saw how the animal fell from the gallows towards the mato-rales, however, when looking for it, the only thing they found were the silver branches, as if something very heavy had fallen there, but no trace of the animal, that night that key did not return, and my great grandfather thought that that annoying visit had fled, or perhaps had died, so he decided to continue with his life as always, but one week later, my great grandfather went to the town, when leaving the community store, he found a man who had been in the place for less than two months, that guy a week ago had asked for work, but my great grandfather had told him that he did not have any available places, because all his children and daughters were in charge of the business, when seeing him, the man was visibly annoying, he told him, you screwed me Julian, but now I'm going to screw you, my great grandfather noticed that the man had a bandage on his right arm, and that his leg was hurt, as if he had suffered a fall, however, he told him calmly that he did not owe him anything, that he did not even know him, and the guy only smiled strangely and left, days later, my great grandfather began to experience a simple annoying hypo, at first it did not matter, but the hypo persisted and did not disappear with any household remedy, he became constant, permanent, without a clear explanation, but busy with doctors from all over the region, who did not manage to find the reason, even he went to study to avoid serious diseases like cancer, but all the results indicated that he enjoyed good health, with each consultation, analysis and travel, the family faced economic difficulties, my great grandfather began to sell his parcels, his cattle and other belongings, until he was left alone with the one he owned and a few chickens, my uncles and grandmothers agreed to take him to the United States to consult with a specialist, but a few days before they could start the journey, when the news of his death and the suffering of the family spread in the Ejido, the rumors began, they said that the man who had threatened my great grandfather was a gual, who wanted to stay with everything he had, and after that threat, no one saw that man again in the community, he never found an explanation for the strange appearance of my grandfather, he seemed a venerable evil, a kind of punishment that that man, perhaps a raven needle, had thrown on him, but before saying goodbye and let me tell you one more story, my grandmother also remembered a special experience that she had with her father, with my great grandfather, after he passed away, the night after my father was born, my grandmother was breastfeeding him, at that time it was common to place pavilions on the beds to protect themselves from mosquitoes, suddenly the pavilion rose up, and my grandmother saw for her shadow, her father, my great grandfather, she was in shock because he had passed away two years before, however he spoke calmly and told her that he had gone to meet his grandson, he asked him to allow him to load it, and although my grandmother was unconscious, it happened, he said that my great grandfather took the child in his arms, he looked at him with tenderness, he kissed him in the forehead and blessed him, before leaving he told my grandmother, you are no longer sad for my daughter, I am resting, but I will always take care of you and your children, he gave the child, and then the pavilion slowly fell again, and my grandmother stayed there, without understanding everything that had just happened, thanks for reading me and for making these stories like the ones of my grandmother, I ask you please to change the name of my grandfather, I wanted to tell you the story as my grandmother told me, and I am confident in these topics, of the things that exist beyond our understanding, I would not like any dissent from that Nagual, or him himself, to live with me as a family, as my mother says, the best thing about the data is not to play them, again, thank you very much for reading me, Hello Uriel, hello community, before I get the time like in previous years, and taking advantage of the fact that today I joined the value, I write this anecdote, I do not hope you believe me, I know very well what I saw, what we saw, and although I wish it were gone, it is something that can stop coming to my mind for a moment, but it will not leave me, I am Fabs, and this is what I am going to tell you happening in 2020, exactly on October 31, it sounds like a movie, I know, but it is real, and it happened because of me, everything starts days before that date, it was October in the middle of the pandemic, I, a teenager, locked and obsessed with everything paranormal, in my family there has always been this type of stories, and if they allow me to tell you later, I will tell you more, but I in particular began to get involved with the issue of witches, for one of the stories in the channel I found out that in the town of my father, where we still have a family, there are many stories of witches, they say that in a cave over there you can see, I asked my father and he told me some anecdotes of the issue, I was very brave and I told him that we were going to see them, and my father became very serious and he answered me, with that it does not play, but of course it does not matter, all that week I spent telling him that we should go, I started making jokes about the witches, I did not take them seriously that this issue deserves, and it is very easy to fool you about something you have not seen before, I was saying that if I appeared a witch, I would already know who I was messing with, that I was going to throw things at him like that, as my father would say, he was scolding them, for my good luck, one of our uncles invited us to his house on the 31st, we agreed, obviously, and we were going to see my cousins leave the house for a while, that in that year it was almost impossible, on the whole way I followed the same, that if I got a witch I was going to tell her things, that I was going to be left out, and laugh, scolding them, we arrived at my uncles house, the town was very beautiful even though there was nothing, you felt a peace of those who only have places like that, the house was on a quiet street, the next street gave a street that took directly to the edge of one of the zeros that surrounded the place, the afternoon was normal, a quiet meeting in family, after eating my uncles and my parents had to talk things out to their grandparents, we, my cousins, my brother and I, we asked for permission to leave, we were already big, but there was a cousin that at that time had 5 years, so technically we were going to take care of her and let her go out to play, as we said, we decided to go to the corner of the street, where we could still see ourselves from the house, but where we also had more space to run, we were having fun, we lost the notion of time and without realizing it, they were like the 7 and everything dark, in the other corner there were some guys with dark silences, the typical ghost costume that was in fashion that year, they had a voice and they were taking pictures, they were teenagers like us, so we didn't care, until he heard something that he wasn't going with the environment, it was like a pity, something like a... there, between cheese and crying, almost like the typical audio of the cry, my first thought was that they had put the voices in the voicing to scare my cousin, the girl, it was Halloween, I saw them ready to complain about the joke, and they could have been, they were worse scared than us, they took their things and ran straight to their houses, it was weird, but I thought, they surely scared us because we lied, we kept playing, at the end it was a witch night and... it could be a joke, right? but they spent a few minutes and I heard them again, it was a pity, it sounded more like a woman's scream, strong but distant, a sound that left us all paralyzed, we came back to know each other to confirm that we had heard it, and yes, it was real, there it was, we were scared but we didn't want to show it, we tried to ignore it, we looked for an explanation, and it was that we could do anything, we thought, we kept playing, or at least we tried, but the sound kept on hearing, more and more distant but present, as if we wanted to know that it was still there, at that moment we were playing stop, you put a foot in the center, you say a country, but you know, I had to run, I ran to the corner of the street, I looked down to see the floor, because I had slipped on the shoe and I didn't want to fall, and when I looked up at the corner, what I saw left me completely cold, I heard it, I stopped hearing my cousins, I stopped feeling my body, it was as if all the blood was falling on my feet, as if my chest was squeezing and my heart was making a small crack, I felt a tremendous cold in my whole body, I perpaded several times to wake up, thinking it was my imagination, at the bottom of the street in the darkest, there was a tall figure, it looked like a woman, she brought a black dress, long to the ground, with tall neck and long sleeves, her hair had it very long, falling down by the shoulders, her face had it covered by a veil, as if it were from the other, the little it reached to see below was pale, without expression, and the eyes, the eyes couldn't see them because there was no, because there was only black, an absolute black, that made me feel that look to the bones, I could make a disguise, yes, a very well done one, but there was a detail, that thing, what was, it didn't have feet, that thing was floating about 10 centimeters on the floor, quietly looking directly at me, I walked back without giving back to where my sister was, I walked back, I walked back without giving back to where my sister was, she asked me what that was, I told her I didn't know, impressed because she was also seeing, we couldn't talk well, we couldn't even think, when I tried to look away, something made me see her again, and I was closer, she was approaching, slowly, floating and without moving, and here I want to stop in this, because people always ask, why didn't you run, why didn't you go, it's very easy, why can't you, because the fear really paralyzes you, the real fear is the worst feeling in the world, the fear of death, the fear of not understanding what you are seeing, it completely useless to you, I felt she had all the control over me, I couldn't stop seeing her, I couldn't move, I couldn't run, I couldn't do anything, until I heard my mom calling us, saying girls, let's go, and there, there was like they would freeze me, as soon as I heard her running, I went out, I ran like never before in my life, I would swear that thing came after me, I felt she would never get to the house, even though there were three houses away, when I saw my mom the only thing I wanted to do was hug her, to cry, I wanted to literally show that she was human, that she was still here, that she didn't belong to her fear, but before I could let her cry, I thought, she's going to scold me, I went up to the truck, I covered myself with the blanket and I saw that we always brought her by her case, and I was quiet, they were like nine, I didn't want to see the road, I didn't want to see through the window, I felt that if I turned around, I was going to see her there, I felt that she was coming with us, even though no one was there, we reached the house and my mom asked me why we were so quiet, my sister and I were in shock, I could only think, in what we had seen, and I couldn't speak, I couldn't even imagine trying to explain to my mom what we were about to see, my mom turned on the TV and they were passing a special about legends, the one from La Llorona just came out and they put the blame on her, and it was at that moment, until that moment, that I exploded, that I started crying, that I told my mom everything and she was crying, I asked her for forgiveness, I told her I knew she had won, that I had caused her, that it was my fault for going to the witches, my mom told us, girls, that happens to them because they went to the place where they didn't talk to them, they had to be there, I didn't know a glass of milk, I hoped we would calm down and they would let us sleep, my sister and I bought a room, I was walking down the street on a second floor, and we couldn't sleep, I, every time I closed my eyes, I saw those black eyes, I knew I was looking at myself, my mind only repeated that it was coming for me, several times we heard hits in the window that night, we swore we were out, that we hadn't found, that we were there, I don't remember much of what happened that week, I only remember that I couldn't sleep, that I kept dreaming, my mom says that at night she cried, that she was like a daughter, that even though I swore I was asleep, she says no, that she didn't want to eat, that she didn't want to do anything, before the week was over, I was already very tired, tired, my mom says, they took me with a aunt who was healing, I should have said that it was the same town where we saw that, but now I live here, my mom told her what we saw, that at that moment we thought it was the cry, for the pity, and my aunt told us the following, that wasn't the cry, it was a witch, a witch beggar, she saw you naked and with the light that you brought, she wanted to chop you, she got angry because you threatened her, and how do you encourage these people to threaten her, but now she will see, my aunt cleaned me with a thousand things, she put something on my neck and I felt it, I swear I felt it, as if they took away a weight from my shoulders, a weight that I didn't even know I brought until that moment, I swear, after that I could have slept better, but I never wanted to return to that town, and believe me, never, I would never be fooled by something I don't know, because maybe I won't see them again, but now I know that they saw me like that, and maybe they still know who I am, and where I am, thank you very much, I hope you can choose my story, feel free to modify it, you don't know how they accompanied me on my nights of flight, on road trips, and throughout these seven years, thanks to Uriel, thanks to the community, that have a happy night of witches. 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