Tres Relatos de Brujería y Maleficios Reales

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Not about witches, but about those evil spirits, those thugs and even mobs that can be so, so dangerous, even if they don't grow. Today's stories are very strong, especially the third and last, so before we start, there's a reminder so you don't hear children or sensitive people. If these topics make you especially nervous or uncomfortable to suggest, remember that nothing that's narrated here can affect you. Listening to these stories shouldn't be the reason that they're the protagonists of the next episode. It's time to start with this special brewery. You're listening to stories of the night. Hello, Uriel. Hello, RdLN community. After a couple of days, the story of the witches, in which one offers the other as a friend to a sect, gave me courage to tell it. I wouldn't like to reveal my identity or the city where it happened. It's a small place where everyone knows everything. But I can say that I grew up in a little town in Jalisco. I spent six years of my life there. For personal reasons, we had to move away. For a child, a change does stick. My mom inscribed me a school of the public and everything was new. Teachers, classmates, ways of being, of playing. It was hard for me to relate in the first years, but with time I did well with a colleague, Raul. We played in the retreats with the mythical stazos and we always got into trouble by entering late into the living room after the timbre. Besides, I took a lot of care when we knew that my mom and her mom were cousins. I was excited to feel like distant cousins. We left the primary school and, as it happens, we went away, until one day, from 2019, shortly before the pandemic, we met in a nightclub. I went with my girlfriend from then on, Jonas Amigas. He went with friends in common. We talked, exchanged numbers, and promised to see each other again. That day was too late. But it was. Around 2022, I started a business and, thank God, I was able to buy a black sports car. Very nice. I told my phone. A year later, I made an extra income and applied for a job. I was surprised. Raul worked there. The day I entered, I found him in the dining room. We talked about life. I was excited and, without a doubt, I swear to God, I told him that I had bought a car similar to the Hot Wheels he was collecting, that I had to teach him. That's how it was. For my bad luck, his expression was not emotion, but disgust. I offered him a benton, but he gave me an excuse to go alone. I did not question it. Each one took their own. That day was Friday. I remember it perfectly. When I was going out to bathe, Raul wrote me to invite me to a party. I accepted without a doubt because I wanted to keep talking. I usually take the car to his side, even though I was going to drink. And that's bad, I know. The night went by normally, but I did not see Raul. I almost found him when I left. I offered a strange drink. I almost did not know alcohol. Of course, I almost did not drink because I practically did not know anyone and I felt drunk. When I drank it, I started feeling very bad. I lost sight of it as drunk, because I had never had a drink with a single glass. So I decided to go up to the car and drive, until I hit a gardener on a main avenue. Curiously Raul came following me closely with another friend. I was unconscious. I remember that my car was raised, I passed the seat of the copilot and took me home. Thank God I was not injured, only material damage. I told my mom and instead of getting angry, she talked to me about concern. She said she had taken care of him because, on that side of the family, she liked witchcraft and bad things. I did not know what to think. I told my mom that yes, she would take me away as she asked. It happened almost three months. Raul invited me to leave every weekend and I accepted as if it was a need that I had to fulfill. It was a strange feeling. If I did not leave with him, I felt very sad, at the point of needing him. With time I noticed that something strange always happened. We almost choked or there were strong fights with people from the group. For leaving so much to drink, my relationship with my mom broke up and with my girlfriend too. And then it arrived on January 24, 2024. I returned from work depressed because my girlfriend had finished with me. I did not think of leaving. I felt fatal. At nine in the night, as usual, Raul wrote me to invite me to a meeting. I stopped spending the time to tell her no, that I preferred to rest and lower that rhythm of leaving, but it did not take long to convince me. The community has heard that saying from the grandmothers, that if you are already in Piyama or Acosta and they invite you to leave, what is the invitation of death or devil? What will happen to you? Well, I had to check it. I arrived at the meeting with the hope of distracting myself. We talked, but this time I decided not to drink. I just refresh myself. I reached a point where I was tired and I did not seem to say anything. Before leaving with Dono Burlón, Raul told me that he had taken care of you, that evil was going to be released, and more at that time. Hearing that made me feel bad. I told him that he would arrive at home, but... it was not like that. In a turn back, I would do it as usual. Then I wanted to stop, but they did not answer. I would think of a normal failure, but I swear I felt like under the pedal there was a cube, something invisible that would destroy me, that did not let me press it. I choked very hard against another car. I fainted. In the dream I had in that faint, I was in a dark place, with fog and silence, and I felt an imposing presence. I did not see anything, but I felt a fixed look. When my eyes adapted, I saw a shadow made of gray smoke, with long horns, red eyes, hands with sharp nails, all human and covered legs with hair, but long as a pig, that ended in nightmares of a goat. With a very loud voice, a long, cramped throat was released. Suddenly, I got sick and started to feel sick, and I was left without air. A strange cold came to me from my feet, but I can tell you that it was not a normal cold, that it seemed like the cold of death. I cried, I reached out to save myself, for the blood of Christ. Leave me alone. I know that many may think that this is invented or fruit of imagination, but that's exactly how I remember it. Thank God I was able to wake up, after what was the worst experience of my life, and for how I had choked, there were already policemen and an ambulance. They took me arrested for the shock, there were injured, although not in serious condition. I spent the night and parts of the day in a special cell, isolated, they did not allow me to make my call, my mother did not know anything, they didn't even have a clear record of what they were there. Everything was very strange, as if something did not want me to find. As the day passed, my mother went with me and took me out. My accident was made on Facebook, in one of those yellow pages that live in Chisme. That shock left me in a mess, my mother had to support me with a very high number for fines, the reparation and obtaining the forgiveness of the affected. A month passed, I was buried in an intense depression, I lost my girlfriend, I broke up with my family, they ran from work and my business came down. One day I went out for a walk to clean myself, bad idea, I lost my thoughts and walked without a trace, I darkened and went back to return and some evil intent tried to assault me, they put me in a pit on the left side. I lost a lot of blood, some people passed by who helped me and took me to the hospital where they finally attended me. Although it sounds incredible, this is still part of my story, I'm not making any sense of it because more things happened, I fell from the roof, I looked at my shoulder, they hit me without reason outside a bar, it was too much and I kept dreaming of the same demonic entity that came to the shock. I decided to tell my mother, I made contact with a person with gift and sensitivity for these things and we went to see it. What surprised me was that I didn't know anything about myself, but he looked at me and told me that I had been given a demon of... of a lot of hierarchy, by a nearby Baron, a friend I had met. There I felt a bucket of cold water and since I met Raul I only had bad things, I remembered what my mother told me, that on that side of the family they liked witchcraft, this person also said that everything started when he gave me something to eat or drink, that I wished I had started the ritual, he did it to have better social and economic positioning, he had envy of me and wanted to see me lose everything, he said he would do several rituals because one was not there, the work was already advanced, although it was not impossible to remove, from the immediate he eliminated Raul and his friends everywhere, I did not want them to know anything about me, they spent the weeks and little by little I started feeling better, thanks to God I am leaving the debts that left that accident, I do not know what Raul was and I do not care, I just care not to find him again, Ritero, maybe this sounds like an invented account, but Uriel, I will share photos that prove what happened to me, thanks for reading me, writing it helps me, not everyone understands this type of strange situations that one does not choose to live, nor that sometimes you cannot trust the envy of your own family, maybe the envy of the family is the worst, again, thank you very much for listening to me, Hello community, I hope you are well, my name is Maria and I have been a fan of the program for years, my sister heard it while we were together in the secondary school and still remember those trajectories in which I almost without realizing I was getting in touch with this type of stories, until I fell in love with them, I have always wondered how it is possible for us to have similar situations, or even exactly the same, before knowing the existence of the program I had an experience similar to how the most terrifying story of the story begins, fortunately I was lucky not to pass on what others experienced, I still remember when my sister published that story and how I reacted when I heard it, at that moment I told her that this was how it had happened to me, that I started listening to the tarareo of a song at home, when there was absolutely no one, weeks after that first experience I had another, quite similar to a story that was published in February 2023, of a boy who worked in a morgue during the pandemic, when they heard him about the health of his uncle, now I'm going to share with you how I think my next experience begins, it was July when it happened to me, a night when I was about to sleep, I began to feel an inexplicable fear and suddenly I realized that I could not move, that I had heard the death, at that moment I tried to pray but I immediately felt a breath in my ear and then a laugh, what was there was like, if I was making fun of myself and I repeated my prayer, I kept praying until the sound disappeared, it took me a lot of work to sleep again, but I decided not to give importance at that moment, since something similar had happened to me years ago and nothing had happened, two weeks later a Friday night, walking through the Jewish colony that way to my house, I noticed that a lady was looking at me closely at the distance, I did not want to pay attention but she approached me and said, you, you lost a brush a while ago, I was left unappreciated, without knowing what to answer, and she continued, yes, you lost it a few months ago, maybe even now you are remembering that you are missing, with the hair that was there you did a job, you got a dead man, that's why a long time ago you got a lot of hair and you did not feel good, even though you are forced, it began to make sense what she said to me, because in effect I had lost a brush a while ago, and the last few months I had been sleeping well, eating well, and I still felt bad, and months ago I had had an accident in which I ended up licking my ankle, and later I was going to the doctor, taking medicines, but without feeling better, I was even in the hospital for the same reason, despite following the indications, I could not recover, my dreams were increasingly more strange, beautiful shadows and I woke up in the morning, my plans for some unknown reason had been coming out, things I thought coincide with people when they realize a job of these, then it began to give me more details about my personal life, things I had never shared with anyone, there was no way I knew it, and that was what surprised me the most, then she told me that she could clean me, that it was important that she did it to me, and that she discovered who the person responsible was to know who to protect me, I was still confused when I told her what happened to two friends, one told me that I had to believe in this type of people, because in her experience she had gone through something similar twice, and she fulfilled what they warned her, that made me think that I did not lose anything by trying to clean me, the next day I called my sister to tell her the things too, she agreed with me on what she would do to me, it happened the weekend and Monday morning after classes, I went with my friend to the market of Sonora, since we entered the place, I felt a very heavy vibe, especially in the area of animals and in the desantería, a mayor lady approached us, and without me telling her anything, she repeated exactly the same thing, you have a dead tied up, I was surprised, but we continued walking until we reached the place where I decided to clean, the lady who did it did not tell her anything, she simply began to clean me, I passed the egg and some herbs, breaking the egg confirmed the same thing that she had heard, that they had thrown me a dead, that I had tied him up and that I had to remove him, that what I had was not something medical, she recommended me talk to my parents and tell them what was happening to decide how to proceed later, leaving the market I felt very confused and not knowing how to react, with my friend we decided then to contact the first lady, the one who had warned me from the beginning that I had already given her her number the day I met her, that I do not see her we were talking about the possible people and why I had to happen to me what was happening, she had seen me at my workplace and said that she had realized how many people I was seeing in a particular way, that they did it with envy, that they were very beautiful regarding the things that happened in my life, that although I felt that my life was a disaster, outside it was not so noticeable, that she perceived me as a very beautiful, intelligent, talented, kind, worker, responsible, that despite having 20 years of independence, that everyone knew that I had the support of my family if something happened, that people liked that they saw you, but not better than them, that there is nothing worse than envy, when we arrived it was only the second time I found the lady, however this time her presence seemed to me more, heavy, even more than the one of the market itself is honor, that feeling generated us distrust, my friend accompanied me, but the lady did not allow her to enter with me, the situation was strange from the beginning, the lady began to ask me questions like where I lived, since I dedicated myself to what I answered in the most ambiguous way possible, I took an egg because she herself had not asked me, when entering her house for cleaning, she told me several times that I should trust her, that everything depended on the faith she had, and that the payment for the cleaning she was delivering was from the heart, first I put the egg through the body and then she saved it in a transparent bag, without touching it directly, she passed it back to me through the body while I repeated a kind of prayer, while I performed the ritual, I repeated that it was necessary to know what was happening to be able to remove the evil, when finally the egg opened, I was impressed that the content was black, just like the cleaning of the market that same day, but also, a small bone appeared, similar to a finger, to the one that is joined to the torso of the hand, that really took me a lot of energy, the lady then asked me directly, what do we do with this evil, do we return it, do we bury it or do we leave it like that, I noticed that I was impatient, which gave me even more confidence, I insisted that I had to return it, I talked about the work that had cost me 30,000 pesos, and I started asking myself if I was carrying more money in my backpack or if it had perfume, that insistence and the way I pressed was what gave me the most fear throughout the process, I began to insist more on the money, saying that if the other person had paid for making me evil, I should also pay something similar to be able to remove it, and even asked me if I had savings, and very strangely, I had told my friend everything, which I did, but no one else had told her, my surprise also knew that I had more money in my backpack, although the other had already saved it in different bags, she insisted that I had more, I know that by telling her that I had not taken so much money and that I could not give her what I asked for, because lately I had had economic problems, I told her that I needed to talk to my family to see if I could ask for money, and only that left me to go, but they had not even been 15 minutes since I left, when I was already calling and sending messages, at that time I decided not to answer anymore, and stop giving importance, I was still deciding to talk to my parents because I wanted to find someone else to trust, and I also remembered that in 2019 my grandfather had passed away, and I always told the family that I had been a witcher, which made me even more think about looking for close support, after leaving I stayed a little longer with my friend to talk to the deceased, my idea was to talk to my father, rest and think about what to do, finally instead of going to my house, I decided to see my mother and tell her everything, and that sceptic about the witcher, but do believe in energy, she explained to me that all energy responds to rules, that one can call something without wanting, or that someone can send you energy, but that it can also be put a limit, she told me that she should talk to what was present and make it clear, here you are not welcome, I did not call you, come back and fulfill your mission with the person who sent you, also half prayers, herbs, incense and drops, together with other forms of protection, which made me feel more calm that night, already tired I returned home, something strange that happened that night was that it cost me too much power to turn on a incense, I took half a box of candles to make it, at the end I fell asleep and called my father, the next morning when I woke up, I found messages from my sister, I had only told her superficial things about what had happened to me, but she told me that my father and his partner had had a strange dream with me, they dreamed that I was sick, that they took me to the doctor, to get there they had to go through church and there was a pantheon, there were many people there and they had to get off the car to pass, in the dream a shadow came out of the pantheon and pulled me inside, my father wanted to go for me but people told him that if he wanted to recover, he had to enter the pantheon, to dig, finally I managed to do it but the dream had left them very restless, even more when they knew that both had it, she thought it might be the other way around, that I was the message in the dream, I must add that when my father's partner dreams of something, it's because it's happening or something bad is going to happen, in his family they have it as a gift, I was taking months without talking to them since I came back to live in Mexico City, I didn't know how to tell you but I decided to get in touch with my father's partner, I told him absolutely everything that had been happening the last few months, he told me it was bad that he had left me so much of them, that they were always going to be for me and that anything that would happen or that he needed, he would tell them, he also didn't get in touch with a lady or something that is famous for her ability in these topics, that lady with just saying your name, date of birth and seeing a photo of yours, is able to tell you if something is happening to you, but that's exactly why he had a lot of work, it was too late, I contacted her, she answered some questions but she didn't answer me later, I guess because she had many more clients, at the end of the week after I decided not to pay attention anymore, and just when I was giving myself for profit I told a friend, I had completely forgotten that months before we had just talked about the witchcraft, I had told her that there were some things, that her uncle was a horse, a man who gets up dead and works with them, she gave me help, she explained to me that the cleaning was good to know what was going on, but that she needed to do a job to undo the other, that this was called, disentierro, she explained to me how this disentierro was done and how the person who sent you the job would return, I had to pay the price of the same, she also told me that the people who charge are not the best, even if they have the gift, because it is supposed to be something that is made of heart, because it will help someone, my friend only asked me to use the doll for a full day, a red list and that she would give it to him, I gave her the bracelet that my best friend had given me, the one that had accompanied me to the market, I had been using it for weeks, at no time had it taken from me, it was something that was impregnated with my energy, the next days, around me there was someone who got sick badly, from night to night, I do not know if he really had something to do, I do not know if it is a coincidence, I actually still do not know who the person who did the job was, but I prefer not to know, things have been improving, I find myself much better and I am focused on protecting myself physically and energetically, I want to take the opportunity to send a greeting to Javier and Jacell Olguin, friends who I made a while ago, with whom I share the taste of the stories of the night, I hope you are well Jacell, a while ago I had tried to get in touch with you, to tell you things on the premise, I know that when you listen to this you will know who I am, finally I want to thank the community for giving me the space to tell my story, and I really wish that no one has to go through a situation similar to mine. 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The next story is very strong, and in fact we had to edit parts that were going to block us, if the story and the episode in any platform, but we definitely had to share it, we tried to do those editions with all the respect of the world, and without changing the essence of the original story, even so, we recommend that you are not listened to by minors or sensitive people, ready? Let's continue with the last story of this night. A community, for reasons that will become obvious, prefer to keep my name in the anonymity. In my family there have always been things that we could call paranormal, but of all my experiences this one that was most marked. Everything began in mid-2017, we just moved to a new house, and we had to move to a new house, my husband, my son and I. We were there just a few days when someone wrote me who I hadn't thought of in a long time. It was the brother of a friend who had the preparatory, my friend had died at 18 for a overdose. His older brother was someone who had been very present with me during that time, although I did not look for him, I still liked to greet him, we talked about it on Facebook a few times, nothing out of the ordinary, I even invited him to the house so that he could meet my husband and my son, and that was a great mistake, because meeting me with that person made my life the worst horror story. Since I knew where we lived, we started to visit each other often, I wanted to be a friend of my husband, and yes, there was nothing wrong with that, but the nightmares began soon, literally, they were not normal dreams, I had nightmares that would make me go crazy, I woke up every night screaming, bathed in sweat, one of those nights I dreamed of my house, but I saw it as if it had passed decades abandoned, I climbed the stairs and found a house, in the center there was a plate with the head of my husband, with the toys of my son, they were broken and full of blood, but that was not the worst, in the highest part of the altar there was a grotesque form, with a single eye, and when I looked at it, that eye moved, and started screaming something that I did not understand, I ran down the stairs, and I saw a strange altar, I ran down the stairs and that thing was there, in the entrance, I raised my hand with a very long and sweaty finger, and I pointed at the table of the dining room, I turned and saw myself, dead on the table, with my own heart in my hands, I woke up several times in that center of the same dream, but I really could not wake up, and when I finally did it, I was trembling, I wanted to think that it had only been not the dream, the worst dream of my life, days later my husband had to leave for work, I thank him that that day my son would stay with his grandparents, it was almost 7 in the afternoon when I returned home, I left my things and went for bread, when I returned I saw a car parked outside, the one of that man, I told him it was not a good time to visit me, that my wife was not there and he answered me, I know, I know that he will not return today, he disconcerted me, my husband and I never said to anyone when someone was not going to be, I was opening the door when I heard that, I turned and I did not see it, I only felt that someone put a trap on my face, it is the last thing I remember, I woke up thrown in the carpet of my room, I called my brother, he arrived as fast as I could, I tried not to touch anything, I went to report but you know how it is, that night we spent in the public ministry, after developing anxiety, and I thought that everything that started to happen was part of my trauma, but it was not, we began to receive calls to the body, from him, I was told that he was going to return, that I would pray for him to be with him, if he answered my husband, he said as much as he had enjoyed leaving me alone, then the noise in the house was heard, things that fell, steps on stairs, objects changing from place, and then my son started, I was four years old and I cried every night, I was told that there was a woman outside of his window, that he was carrying children with straps as if they were dogs, and that those children had no eyes or mouth, I was also told that a man was talking, that he was saying that he would hurt him, and us too, I was no longer sleeping, my husband and I fought all the time, for April 2018 everything got worse, I had a month of pregnancy and I lost it, I did not know that I was pregnant until I stopped being, at night we heard the cry of a baby, a sound, we did not have neighbors close, and the little ones who had no children, but every night we heard the three, I began to fill myself with bruises, to lose my hair, one day a friend told me that I looked bad, he took me to the market, there a lady came to me, I read her hand, my friend laughed and encouraged me to do it, but the woman took my hand, she saw it a couple of seconds and let it go, no, not you, he said and left, I scared myself, but a few minutes after he returned, he said that he did not want to load with that in his conscience, that they had done me a job, a very heavy one, that I brought with me a demon, something that followed the pain, that joined people through a traumatic experience, he asked me if I had hurt anyone, if I had rejected someone in love, I told him no, but I thought about that man, the lady explained to me that to join the demon they needed something of mine, and that I should have left an object or a more hidden in my house, he asked me to look for it, and I did it, but I did not find anything, until two weeks later, my son woke up one night with fever, screaming that he did not want to be taken away, I said, there it is mom, there it is, it comes for you, I hugged him and assured him that nothing would hurt us, but inside I was also terrified, that night the chargers of our phones were flying from the hole, the door closed with force, and when I left the room, community, I saw something in the darkness, I swear, I swear that there were stairs, the Christ of the dream, rising very slowly, without clothes, with twisted legs, and that single eye looking at me with hatred, I saw, despite the darkness that I raised his hand, with the bare hand, with that long hand and he pointed at me, I could not move, I only felt tears running through my face, I only felt pure terror, my husband approached me to react, we ran to my son's room, I was trembling and we no longer slept, when dawn we asked for his grandparents to take care of him, and we decided to go to that house, we began to pack the essential, and when we moved the wardrobe, a bottle of almond oil fell, behind there was a red fabric, it was a small, bold, canvas, with many slave alphalets, my husband opened it, inside there was a piece of my clothes, stained with blood, and a red ribbon ball with two pictures, one mine, and another of that damn man, I had a small bone and a hair pin, my husband looked at me and only said, this will be it, what the lady of the market said to you, luckily the woman told me to do without finding the sea, burn it with alcohol and fat, wrap the ashes in a white canvas, throw them to a river and repeat three times our father and the yellow bird, then ask the blessed souls, to return evil to the place where it came from, we did that, then we threw the house with blessed water and we went without a trace through each corner, we went that same day, although we took all the precautions, I never felt safe again, thank God we haven't lived anything like that again, although it still makes me cold remember, remember that figure climbing the stairs. 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