A skill that I mastered was everything related to animals or livestock raising, as well as tasks that required considerable strength, I imagined that I could work in this area, perhaps on a farm or something similar, one of my great friends was about to move to his extensive farm. uncles as they had proposed to work there for a period after asking if I could also join and with their permission we ended up staying there with no housing costs, we would be fed three times a day and would still receive a salary without hesitation we left for
there upon arrival I was introduced my family friend, his uncle, his wife and his son all treated us with great kindness and offered us that day to settle in and recover from the journey, the ranch was quite far away, almost isolated from civilization, the morning after our arrival, my friend's uncle detailed all the tasks that we needed to complete, the property was immense with a variety of animals, including several animals, as well as sheep and pigs, the work was intense, however the pay was worth it if we woke up early, we could finish before nightfall
. we didn't face any problems there In my opinion This was the job I always wanted and where I felt I really excelled. It is relevant to add that at that time my friend's uncle's wife was about to give birth with just a little while to go before the baby was born. Not only was the ranch land vast, but as I mentioned earlier, it was located in an area where there were practically no other residences or farms nearby, sometimes we took some animals like Sheep out to graze, I just needed to make sure none of
them strayed too far away, however on one occasion while I was gathering the Sheep back because it looked like it was going to rain, I noticed that among that large herd there was a pig, although I already had experience with these animals, seeing it standing there motionless and staring at me. but I realized that there was no house or person nearby that the pig could belong to. Furthermore, it did not have any tags or identifying marks, unsure of what to do, I shared the situation with my friend who was a few meters away from me,
tending to some cows. He informed me that his uncle probably wouldn't mind having another animal on the farm since the pig was already there. He suggested that I take it with me, despite there being something in that animal's eyes that deeply displeased me. I decided to take it with the herd. to my surprise the pig started following along with the other animals when we arrived at the Ranch it was already night and the rain had mixed all the odors so I took the opportunity to discreetly introduce the pig into the corral hoping that the other
animals would accept it, this seemed to work I left it there and I went to rest with my friend the next morning the first scene we came across was the poor pig seriously injured As he had been attacked by the other pigs who didn't recognize him we quickly removed him from that corral and transferred him to another isolated one taking care of his wounds as best as possible possible way He was in such a bad condition that doubtful possible way and keeping him aside in the corral we were quite surprised when the next day he
was already standing up almost as if nothing had happened we didn't pay much attention to it but we knew we would need to find another way of integrating it into the Corral with the other animals for now seemed appropriate to leave it where it was we introduced the pig to my friend's uncle who was also a little surprised at how we had found the animal he suggested that perhaps the pig had escaped from somewhere neighboring village and wandered until arriving at our ranch, as the pig was significantly thinner than normal, we all agreed that the
hypothesis that it had come from somewhere nearby was plausible, without being able to identify its possible owner, we chose to keep it, we tried several times to reintegrate it, it to the Corral with the other pigs But each attempt was worse than the last, the first two times he was violently attacked regardless of the Strategy we used to introduce him later, he started to be the one to initiate the attacks, causing serious damage to the other animals. It got to the point where he had killed two of the biggest pigs in the Corral. The only
solution we found was to keep him isolated and once he gained enough weight, his uncle from my friend I would probably sell him however This was not the only peculiarity that occurred with this pig on a particularly stormy night with heavy rain and frequent thunder I realized that I had forgotten to lock the stable properly the horses being very sensitive animals could get scared and try I had no choice but to go there and secure the stable. After all, it was my responsibility, I got up quickly and ran to carry out the task as quickly
as possible. To get to the stables, I had to pass in front of the pig pens. I didn't notice anything unusual except Due to the fact that the lighting in this area was quite precarious, I always saw myself as a skeptical person who did not deny the possibility of inexplicable phenomena occurring in the world, but I never imagined that something like that could happen to me and that is why I moved quite calmly through the In the dark I arrived at the stables and I did what was necessary at that moment it seemed that my
luck was improving as the rain had eased there was still a drizzle but it was already soft enough for me to be able to see where I was going without the water disturbing my eyes I started to walk more calmly since I was completely wet and the job was done it didn't matter how fast I walked anymore when I reached the corral area I heard noises coming from the animals which was expected the thunder had been strong naturally they would be restless I kept walking thinking about other things when I started to hear a voice,
as I had already said, the lighting in that place was very limited, it seemed like someone was calling me by name, it wasn't my friend's voice and for a moment I thought it could be his uncle because although it wasn't either sounded like him, that was the most sensible explanation at that moment the voice repeated my name several times I thought he was going to scold me for not having locked the horses before and I asked what he wanted the voice stopped all the animals also fell silent, leaving the environment in an absolute silence This
silence really scared me then I called again asking what he wanted no answer I then asked if everything was ok but again total silence I continued walking in that direction as it was the only way to get back to my room I had no other choice I moved forward and after a few steps the voice was heard again this time He let out a low laugh at that moment he was so nervous that I preferred not to respond so the voice sounded again but this time I couldn't quite understand what he was saying he seemed
to be whispering I didn't know how to react but I was still convinced that it was my friend's uncle he had never spoken strangely to me before and I started to think that maybe it was a prank with every step I took I felt like I was getting closer to him I had no idea how I was going to deal with the situation when I finally found him obviously I couldn't keep taking it as a joke the situation was becoming too disturbing as I except for me, a flash of lightning lit up the area for
a brief second, revealing that my friend's uncle was not there. I got closer and closer to the isolated corral where we kept that pig . standing against the wall was not a Supernatural pose it is quite common to see pigs in this position when they stand up on two legs and lean on a fence that was how he was staring at me fixedly with no one else around at that moment my mind understood that who I I had heard all this time, it wasn't my friend's uncle but that animal, at that moment the only reaction
I could have was to run away hoping that thing wouldn't follow me, luckily I got to my room without hearing that voice again but I was sure of the who had esc the next morning while we were having coffee I decided to tell my friend and his uncle what had happened I was so scared I couldn't sleeping through the night always feeling like that thing might come after me, I thought they might start laughing and reveal that it was a prank which would clear everything up for me however instead they both listened to my story
with great surprise they seemed scared by the possibility of something similar happening to them, I also remember that my friend's uncle's wife commented that when she was a child her grandmother told her that pigs, among all animals, were the species that most resembled humans and that's why were ideal to be inhabited by evil entities. mentioned that this was part of a popular legend although I had never heard such a story before nor have I heard it again until today anyway since that incident we started to fear that pig a lot, it's not that something strange
happened after I shared my experience but Even so, no one wanted to run the risk of experiencing something similar, so we rarely went to the pig session alone. In fact, at that moment, neither my friend nor I understood why we still kept the pig, it was clear that my friend's uncle believed my story, but even so, he had not given orders to release the pig where we found it or even to sell it as We were just employees these decisions were not up to us so we continued to do our work to the best of
our ability about a month after these events we began to observe pig footprints as it was at the time From the rains the ground was muddy and the footprints were clearly visible, this in itself would not be so unusual since sometimes [Music] moved strangely is that there were footprints of just one pig and the most frightening thing was that initially the footprints showed that it was walking on four legs, but then only the pegs of the two hind legs were visible, it seemed that at some point that pig got up and continued on its way
on two legs, just the thought of finding it walking like that through the Ranch in the early hours of the morning already terrified us, didn't it? There was nothing we could do other than report it to my friend's uncle and wait for him to finally decide to get rid of the animal. We noticed that on some mornings the lock of the corral where the pig was kept was left open as if someone had forgotten to lock it, however we were certain that we had secured everything before leaving and it was unlikely that an animal would
not have escaped after so many times that this had happened in the meantime the baby was already a few months old I believe we spent a week or two observing these footprints in the mud without my friend's uncle took some significant action to resolve the situation when we were sleeping probably around 2:30 in the morning we were abruptly woken up by a high-pitched scream followed by two gunshots we knew that my friend's uncle owned a rifle On a few occasions he needed to use the weapon to shooting coyotes that were threatening his cattle but the
entire time I was there I never heard him fire it the scream came from his wife not him we thought maybe someone had broken into the ranch and was causing them harm so we felt it was our duty Going to help them, my friend and I quickly got up and ran to see what was happening. When we arrived at the house where they lived, we noticed that there was no one there, the door was open and from the footprints on the floor it looked like they had run away, the only action that occurred at that
moment follow the footprints to try to help in some way the more we ran the closer we got and we could hear that it was in fact them. They were the ones running after someone we finally caught up with them in the confusion of the moment we couldn't ask what was happening as they were running trying to reach something we turned around in the direction where they were running and what we saw terrified us that pig was running on two legs it was scary in itself but the truly horrible thing was that we could hear
a baby crying we couldn't see it clearly but it was It was obvious to everyone that the pig was carrying the baby in its arms and trying to kidnap it, so despite the fear we all felt, the only thing on our minds at that moment was to recover the baby, we were surprised when, upon reaching the fence that demarcated the boundaries of the ranch and believing that perhaps we could get there at that moment, the pig took a big leap, crossing to the other side and moving away from us in his desperation, my friend's uncle
fired again, this time we all saw that he hit the pig's leg but despite this it didn't seem like the creature had even the slightest limp we couldn't cross the fence ourselves because it was covered in thorns we had to run to one of the entrances and when we finally left the Ranch it was too late there weren't any signal of that pig and much less of the baby We spent the rest of the morning trying to locate the pig but as the hours passed but we realized that it was unlikely to find him when
it finally dawned we continued Our search Neither of us willing to accept the harsh reality I believe that We walked maybe TR or 4 km from the ranch and it was more or less at that distance that we saw blood, we thought that maybe it was from the wound that my friend's uncle had caused on the pig's leg, so we started following that trail, but after advancing, just a few meters we found something that shook everyone, almost as if it had appeared out of nowhere, this massive leg of that pig that someone had cut it
off, surprisingly there was no blood on the leg but that wasn't all we found as we advanced, it seemed that this creature had discarded others parts of his body we found each of the body parts in a similar way as I described his leg all except the head which we never found None of us understood what was happening but we still decided to continue as it was more painful to go back and inform uncle's wife from my friend who wasn't there we had found nothing and giving up the search sincerely throughout my life I always
regretted not having returned to the Ranch at that moment because approximately 2 km after finding these remains we found the baby and moving forward already seemed pointless We had to return, I believe we never I saw someone cry as heartbreakingly as my friend's uncle did when he showed his wife the body of his baby, I was deeply shaken and after the funeral I flatly refused to continue working there, I believed my calling was to work on ranches, but that incident It completely changed my perception, I had no idea of the dangers that this could involve
and without a doubt I was not willing to face a similar situation again, I thanked them for everything and after this episode I decided to return to the [Music] city since I was little, I have always had an almost insatiable curiosity for death and the mysteries that surround it, while my friends dreamed of being astronauts or football players, I spent hours reading about forensic medicine, mortality statistics and theories about what could exist beyond life as an adult, when I received the opportunity to intern in a morgue, I knew what was the perfect chance to delve
into this universe that has always fascinated me on the day of my first shift I arrived overcome by a mixture of excitement and nervousness the morgue was at the back of an old City Hospital a building with its own gloomy atmosphere the worn and stained walls told stories of decay while the smell of disinfectant mixed with a slight odor of putrefaction that became stronger as I approached the entrance I frowned but continued forward as I entered I was greeted by the director Dr Leonel riding a man with hair gray hair and deep eyes as if
he could see beyond what he sees welcome, he said, shaking my hand firmly here things have their particularities it is important that you know that this is a special place I will teach you the rules and if you follow them everything will be fine well from the beginning the rules seemed strange never ask questions about the bodies don't investigate the stories of the lives they had And above all never talk to them it sounded like something out of a horror story but as a beginner I preferred to keep my doubts and follow their instructions to
cross out the days if turned into a combination of Fascination and terror in the first few weeks my responsibilities were simple cleaning the environment assist in preparing the bodies and learn how to handle the equipment while I worked, I watched the faces of men, women and children who had left for the other side, each carrying a tragic story that I would never know, there was something strange in the air, a feeling that the shadows were hiding secrets that were not meant to be discovered one night While reviewing some documents in the autopsy room I heard
a low sound almost like a whisper I turned quickly but there was no one the morgue was completely silent I tried to go back to work but the whisper continued I looked around once more and at that moment I noticed that one of the autopsy tables seemed to move slightly I felt a growing pressure in my chest and an uneasiness came over me before I could investigate The Phone rang it was a call from Dr Montoia's office he informed me about a new case that had just arrived a middle aged woman victim of a car
accident Be very careful with this body he warned it is a peculiar case it is different His words made me uncomfortable but following his instructions I decided not to question that night as I prepared the room for autopsy the environment seemed heavier, almost suffocating when I finally opened the bag that contained the body a feeling of anguish took over me the woman had a calm expression but there was something in her features that caused me discomfort her eyes were half open as if they were staring at a deep emptiness and something I would never want
to face as I began the procedure a low sound echoed It was not exactly a whisper but a clear voice that seemed to emanate from all directions at once help me my heart raced I looked around but the morgue I remained immersed in an unsettling silence, I tried to compose myself and turned my attention to my body, trying hard to believe that my mind was just playing a trick on me, however it seemed that whatever was there with me did not accept being ignored, the environment changed shape. Abruptly the temperature dropped and that voice echoed
again this time louder and Clara help me it was at that moment that the woman's eyes suddenly opened revealing a glow that seemed both deep and empty my entire body was shaking and My Heart was beating so strong that seemed about to come out of my chest I took a step back unable to understand what was happening what do you want from me what are you I stammered my voice breaking as Dr Montoia's warning echoed in my mind with a smile Subtle but frightening the woman at the table tilted her head slightly and in a
chilling whisper said don't forget what I did the morgue was plunged into an even deeper darkness and the air became almost unbearably heavy the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps in the frightened hallway I quickly turned around and saw my coworkers watching me with worried looks, what's happening to you, one of them asked her, she spoke to me, I replied, still shaking while pointing to the corpse on the table, she asked for help, my colleagues' expressions changed. immediately their faces became serious, almost dark after a brief moment of silence one of them finally
broke the tense atmosphere you shouldn't have looked directly at her much less respond now you know what they feel now you are marked Of course I didn't understand what they wanted to say but it was too scared to ask that night I went home feeling trapped in a maze in my own mind the woman's words kept echoing over and over and the image of her open eyes haunted me every moment I tried to sleep but every time I closed my eyes her face returned accompanied by the phrase that wouldn't leave me alone don't forget what
I did with time the days turned into weeks and my colleagues began to notice my change I was more withdrawn more nervous almost in constant tension every time I stepped into the morgue a suffocating fear I mastered the rules and Dr Montoia's warning that before seemed just a peculiarity of the work now seemed to have a real weight that terrified me just remembering as time went by these thoughts grew and became a Obsession something that wouldn't leave me alone even for a moment the nights seemed to have no end although the murmurs eventually stopped they
always returned echoing in my mind like a constant reminder one day while cleaning the room Dr Montoia came in You're very pale he commented with a tone of concern I managed to sleep I pretended not to hear and continued my work but I knew I couldn't hide it for long The storm that was going on inside me was then when something unexpected happened a new body arrived a young man whose face displayed a disconcerting serenity while preparing it an overwhelming sensation took over the environment as if the very air was permeated with something alive pressing
it to do something without thinking I got even closer realizing that just like the woman the young man also had his eyes slightly open on impulse I reached out my hand and touched his cold skin at that moment the silence was torn by a deafening scream a mixture of voices coming from all directions echoing through the room don't do that suddenly his body shook and for a brief moment his eyes closed They opened completely revealing a deep anguish as if all the souls trapped in that morgue were trying to warn me of something terrible but
it was too late an invisible force threw me back and the young man began to murmur in a fragile and desperate voice help mom I'm not ready Dread took over me, it was undeniably real, not an illusion of my tormented mind. I realized that the dead had begun to communicate with me, sharing secrets and stories that should never be revealed. In a fit of despair, I ran towards the exit while the Murmurs and pleas from the bodies behind me echoed like a macabre choir as I walked through the dark corridors of the morgue My colleagues'
gazes fell upon me Their expressions reflected a mix of confusion and terror as if they knew something far beyond human comprehension had ended If it happens there is no escape for you said one of them and in his eyes I saw the same fear I felt when leaving the hospital I believed for a moment that my torment was over But that couldn't be further from the Truth now the voices are telling me accompany me wherever I go, the rules I promised to follow have become shackles that are impossible to break. The gaze of the Dead,
always filled with a silent request, seems to stick to me like a persistent shadow. I decided to leave the morgue, believing that distance would silence the echoes in my mind but the more I try to forget the more I try to resume a normal life The Memories Return like waves that hit me on every lonely night Don't forget what I did that phrase became a mantra in my head a warning impossible to ignore on the nights I'm most safe me I catch myself talking to them and in the darkness of my room the shadows seem
to respond with whispers That fill the void tell us more they murmur and now I understand that the truth is dangerous that there are secrets that must remain forgotten every time I hear a siren or muffled sound of voices I feel that something calls me back like one that I cannot exist my days drag on in despair marked by the constant pressure of the Souls I left behind I know that I cannot escape that somehow I am irrevocably connected to those bodies those forgotten faces that carry stories that will never be told and deep down
I know that one day I will have to return the ambulance parks near my house and a voice inside me whispers that it is time to return to the morgue I cannot Ignore the rules that haunt me like a weight that I carry it constantly, so even though fear dominates me, the desire to unravel this mystery has turned into a burning flame that I cannot extinguish with each step I take, I feel a growing certainty, no matter how deep the silence, the trapped souls will always find a way to be vid I made my decision
to return is the only option the rules of Silence tied me in a way I never imagined possible now the line that separates life from Death has completely disappeared and I know that as long as I live the voices of the dead will continue to call me repeating incessantly come back we need you to tell our story [Music] choosing to keep my name confidential report that I grew up in a village in the state of Veracruz currently the place is densely populated but years ago when the population was scarce almost everyone knows the first memories
I have of my mother portray her at 40 years old full of vitality and energy at that time I was only 8 years old around 1960 I had a sister who was 8 years older than me and my father was never part of my life the residence where we lived today I see was peculiar in the backyard my mother kept a spacious room filled with candles and the decoration was unusual adorned with peculiar amulets and taxidermied animals scattered around the windows always remained closed hidden by thick curtains black women, I'm not sure if it was
to prevent us from seeing the outside or to prevent others from seeing the inside, given the nature of what was happening there, it was in this space that She received several people who sought their cures because she was the local healer, although some called her Midwife, in this room she had an altar full of peculiar figures, some carved in wood or molded in clay, which she revered by lighting candles daily. On certain occasions, I even heard my mother talking and even laughing with these images I remember the aromas of herbs and essences that emanated from
that room where incense was almost always burned and the smoke subtly escaped through the small cracks in the wooden walls but mainly through a tall chimney that raised in the place, I never understood why no animal, whether dog or cat, approached that place, sometimes they heard alarming screams because certain people possessed by impure spirits resisted treatment and my mother needed to use force to subdue and purify them, on other occasions blasphemies and thunderous curses echoed, forcing me to cover my ears, in addition, my mother uttered unintelligible words for long periods after the conclusion of these
rituals, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated and people left AL fagot she stored the residues of completed rituals in large and small jars keeping them on the Altar for a few days before displaying them in a showcase almost like trophies my sister was responsible for helping to remove enchantments or undo bindings and also I performed spiritual cleansing, I never heard anyone refer to my mother as a witch, she was known as a healer and midwife, she did not get involved in black magic or witchcraft work, often even though it was early in the morning there were still
people waiting for care after attending to everyone, my mother she rested all morning and in the afternoon new visitors began to arrive she treated young elderly men and women or children, most of the time with the evil eye, patches, scares and simple problems However, occasionally people affected by witches' spells sought her help, my mother attended to them under the condition that they maintain discretion as I always respected these women and avoided provoking their wrath. I was often left alone at home as at least once a month my mother and sister traveled to attend a distant
birth and it took days for them to return when I When I was a child, my task was to deliver herbs or vials to people who had already made requests with my mother, as I was a curious child, I liked to explore Forbidden Places, I would enter that room during the day because at night I could hear whispers and scary moans, once I saw the silhouette of someone walking around the room when I was sure that my mother and sister weren't there and suddenly the figure disappeared in front of me. To this day I'm not
sure but I always thought that something appeared there at night because a bad smell took over the place. no animals dead the first time I entered the room I was shocked to see that my mother had labeled the bottles and bags, some had labels like human bone powder and others graveyard dirt I never understood where she got these things from or why she kept them hidden, what else What intrigued me were the chicken paws and heads that she kept in an old drawer, I even picked them up to play without worrying about what they were
doing there these items were frequently used my mother prepared brebes that made people vomit to expel the evil they carried she also created potions to help pregnant women with complications I always admired her knowledge that helped many people and at least From what I saw, she never harmed anyone, although she was a specialist in helping pregnant women, the sinister aspect of her practice was that she frequently attended to Witches, calls from various quarters to assist in births were common, and she ensured that everything went well, not just for the witches but also for their daughters
when they gave birth, this was their job and over time I realized that these women were more common than many imagined during strange rituals in which other Witches invoked evil entities, my mother helped them all, hoping that the baby If it was a girl, if a boy was born, the newborn was rejected and the woman, whether the daughter of a witch or the witch herself, covered herself with shame, which is why many young witches preferred not to get pregnant and chose to steal newborn babies to pass on. their knowledge and avoid rejection or The Wrath
of lalar if they stole a newborn at night and discovered it was a boy he was used in sacrifices as it was not acceptable for the great witch mother to have children men said that my mother had a good hand because Whenever these women attended, girls were born who would perpetuate their traditions, this was a reason for celebration because the children were marked by the moonlight with a symbol behind their left ear, only witches with this mark could hear the call of other Witches in the distance, a sound inaudible to the too much people, witches
compensated my mother with knowledge and formulas for cures, she recorded everything in a notebook that she kept under the figure of a death dressed in black, which she forbade anyone to touch, so she became increasingly wiser, once I witnessed the arrival to our house of a very peculiar woman not only for her clothes but also for her behavior her presence imposed fear and Respect I couldn't see her face as it was covered by a black bandana but it was clear that she was about to give birth to this woman She didn't come alone, she was
accompanied by others who treated her as if she were their mother. My mother also welcomed her with great reverence, kissing her hand and bowing her head when she did so. She turned to me and with just one look I understood that she was telling me to lock myself up. in my room because the work she was going to carry out was delicate and even dangerous, it was already past midnight when the sounds of footsteps and voices became clear, women's murmurs and laughter echoed through the walls of our house, in addition there was a strange feeling
in the environment and that At night I couldn't sleep for some reason I felt an intense fear as if I was being watched all the time exposed to something invisible after some time I got up and opened the door to my room and looked towards that room where distorted shadows emerged, some were spinning in the air while others writhed on the ground as they moved they released sparks that sparkled in the darkness these terrifying shadows came and went through the closed windows and it seemed that every time they left the house they multiplied and became
more aggressive, like enraged animals, the silhouettes of some women dressed in black watched at the door while others danced in such a bizarre way that they seemed to be twitching despite being used to witnessing strange things on a daily basis, that spectacle was terrifying. I feared for my mother because I felt that in that In the fourth room, the evil one had manifested itself and if there was anything I truly feared, it was him. When the murmurs and prayers stopped, I knew that the birth was over. Almost immediately, the baby's cries were heard a few
steps away. dogs howled minutes later several women came out guarding the newly born And soon they disappeared in the darkness but an evil presence began to manifest itself, leaving me quiet as if it was addressing me directly, leading me to run and hide under my bed from the eyes wide open, he looked in all directions trying to identify who or what I had entered the house although I never saw anyone I imagined and I dare say that he was the devil hanging around my bed, perhaps looking for me, when the chills stopped I realized that
he had it but I still didn't leave immediately after a few minutes driven by the cold that permeated the environment I decided to go out and go to bed again, my mother and my sister took another half hour to return, entering the house with a big smile that indicated that everything had gone well as usual, I didn't mention anything about what I had experienced because for us fear was seen as a weakness and my mother had instructed me not to feel afraid. I remember one night when I went to look for my mother, she was
talking to a woman who, despite being very old, walked upright without needing a cane or any other type of cane. I stopped a few meters away when I heard that this woman wanted to take me with her, she insisted on my mother offering her spells and some powers, and it was clear that she was a witch, from where she was, she made signs for my mother to refuse, but in an instant, The woman noticed my presence and turned around To look at me, I ran away, scared by her disproportionately large mouth and her huge eyes,
her gaze was intense and intimidating, I imagined that she wanted to take me to devour me, the impression was so strong that for several nights I couldn't sleep, feeling as if someone was spying on me through the window. and even feeling a hand caressing my hair. The fear was so great that I ended up confessing to my mother that I had peeked into the healing room, promising that I wouldn't do it again. After some time, life returned to normal with my mother and sister performing many cures and making occasional visits to different villages, however, one
night a sinister woman appeared at our house, speaking to my mother in an authoritarian and arrogant manner, I could hear her when she said that they would soon come from a distant village to warn that a powerful witch was about to give birth as if As usual, my mother would be responsible for assisting in the birth, but there was a great interest in the girl being born dead as the newborn would be the heir to the Brotherhood and many Inter were at stake. My mother, surprised, said nothing, just raised her hands and waved her hand.
head in the affirmative when that woman left I watched my mother with an expression of concern like never before Seen from that moment on she dedicated herself intensely to studying her notebook, spending hours on end reading until the expected time arrived one morning two women came to her to tell her that she was needed To help a mother witch known as La Negra, my mother had to go to a village because this woman would not allow anyone else to help her . night before leaving for Strange events occurred in the village, neither my sister nor
I could understand why our mother was so restless, we heard that she had difficulty breathing, as well as appearing clumsy and distracted, she ordered us to stay inside the house and with a firm voice instructed us not to go out. regardless of what we heard after that she retreated to the healing room seeing my sister scared I asked her to explain to me what was happening she managed to make me understand that our mother would communicate with the malefic to seek his help and advice This made me very scared and I asked if our mother
was a witch but my sister didn't answer and we were silent for a long time I don't know what happened in there this part of the story is uncertain to me what I know is that long before the Dawn my mother and sister hurriedly left as usual leaving me alone again But this time they seemed much more worried than usual that night was terrible I heard scratching coming from under my bed and a horrible laugh tormented me throughout the morning unable to sleep or I waited for dawn for a while to start delivering the orders
to the people who arrived the next night it was even worse I heard someone pushing the door trying to get in and objects were falling around me a female voice called me by name and asked me to open the door fear took over When I recognized the voice as that of the woman who wanted to take me, I hid under the bed and although I would be lying if I said I prayed. I had never done that and I didn't know how the fear was so intense that I could barely think of anything else. the
morning hearing all kinds of strange noises and manifestations that day, very late, my mother and sister returned from the trip, my mother, visibly shaken, asked me to stay inside the house and locked herself in the room to take care of my sister, who was feeling very bad after that That night my mother didn't answer anyone else worried knowing something was seriously wrong I disobeyed her orders the next day and tried to find out what was going on strange noises came from the room sometimes it sounded like an animal was panting inside my sister moaned and
cried while vomiting repeatedly my mother was screaming for help from Lucifer, something completely out of the ordinary for me because I had never heard my mother ask for help from anyone, much less him. It was then that I realized that my sister was under some spell, these two days were of intense suffering, not only for my sister but also for my mother who felt powerless to help her and for me who heard the Torment of both after Many screams one night everything became silent time passed and neither my mother nor my sister left the room
so I remained at the door until dawn When my mother finally left she looked at me with a more serious expression than usual and told me that my sister would no longer be with us, asked me not to ask questions and left, leaving the bedroom door open in fear. room that gave off a smell horrible and although some candles were lit it was dark and completely disordered the air seemed to be permeated with the odor of death there was vomit spread all over the floor but its color was black in the corner of the room
I saw my sister but I couldn't bear to look at her and I walked in towards the exit without looking back , a neighbor, seeing me crying, took me to her house while they prepared everything for the wake. When I returned, my mother had cleaned everything and the room was full of people in a corner, my mother was talking to me. a strange woman gesturing as if they were arguing I approached discreetly trying to listen to the conversation they were talking about how complicated the birth had been, my mother explained the woman had a job
I didn't know anything about, nothing could be done because the newborn came in rotten and that's why it was born dead it wasn't my fault it was a trap they set for me she said to the other woman she didn't show any expression on her face she just listened motionless without taking her eyes off my mother when she finally spoke she said that my mother already knew what the price to pay was my mother replied with a firm voice that my sister was not to blame the woman smiled and in a horrible voice I heard
her say how it feels to lose a daughter and then she left after my sister's wake things changed drastically in our house maybe the news of what happened would spread because visits decreased drastically, whereas before we had a few cures a day, now there were almost none and my mother no longer attended any witch births. Two weeks later my mother fell seriously ill, she knew what she had, she was not the victim of one but of several labors black magic that began to consume her little by little without being able to do anything to defend
herself or heal herself. In just a few days my mother lost all her strength and it was scary to see her because she started to age quickly, she stopped sleeping, walking and eating, she was delirious, she constantly spoke to my sister as if she were still alive and often did not recognize me one morning when I entered the healing room I found her sitting before the altar already lifeless her body was completely dry and her hands had disappeared around her there were many footprints that resembled those of a goat with the help of some neighbors
We managed to bury her in the courtyard of our house. I don't know how the only sister my mother had found out about what happened, but she came to get me. When I told her in detail everything that had happened, my aunt was skeptical at first. But she ended up taking me with her after some time ago I returned to visit the tomb of my mother and my sister, it was then that I learned that that terrible witch who once tried to take me away continued to go there regularly looking for me. Knowing this left
me deeply worried and I decided that I would never return the notebook with all the knowledge that my mother kept with so much zeal is with me but I never read it out of respect for her, what I read was a diary that I found and it is thanks to it that I can tell this story, the most impactful thing I discovered was that I was the daughter of a witch, my sister had the potential to follow this path if I wanted, but I I couldn't be the second to be born even if I personally
wanted to, even though I had access to all the knowledge recorded in that booklet, I was never interested in being a healer, much less a Witch Midwife like my mother was And I'm sure I'll never be If you really like our channel and want us to continue producing content for you subscribe to the channel leave a like comment and share the video with as many people as you can to help us we will leave a playlist on Card with all the videos on the channel for you to marathon From now on Thank you very much
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