If we look in literature for a source of invented horror stories, probably the first thing that jumps out at us is Poe's Black Cat or his well-known Raven; however, along with these classics, much is still being created in this literary genre, here we bring you a few examples.
end of the world terror
The zombies are one of those representations of apocalyptic futures that have instilled in us a lot of fear regarding the coming years of humanity and if so many cinematographic teachings do not come to us as references now, it is undoubtedly because we have fear so integrated that we do not even know it anymore. we notice; however, we must learn lessons from everything, that is why we invite you to also read our article about morals.
Some of this has been reflected in the cinema, for example, in films like World War Z and although this is one of those horror stories invented by humanity, for many years those repertoires of scenarios where for a reason or on the other, the human race is in danger.
a strange day
Last night I had a hard time falling asleep, I was tossing and turning for hours, the heat increased and the room seemed like an oven. So much so, that even though I was exhausted, I couldn't fall asleep, when I was finally able to close my eyes, in that microsecond when we are between sleep and wakefulness, the alarm clock rang warning that it was time to wake up.
What a terrible feeling I couldn't rest at all and I already had to go to work again, the night was hot and the morning was starting to get as cold as if we were in a freezer; also, when I looked out the window after how difficult it was to get out of bed, I realized that it was cloudy outside.
Maybe people feel bad and that's why they didn't go out today, but even so, I don't feel the morning bustle either, people waking up, making coffee, leaning out of the sales, suddenly this city feels so lonely and silent, not even the dogs bark and that I have five, where is Moon?
It was a day that definitely started very strange, it seemed like an invented horror story, nothing more because of that gray and desolate landscape, why was the street so lonely? If around my house there are three schools and also an industrial park there should be more movement, more circulation, as always even though it's early.
I'm not liking any of this, I'm starting to feel very nervous and somewhat choked, I can't breathe very well, it seems to me that something strange is happening, I even went to knock on the door of my brothers and my mother and none of them answered, they don't seem to have come out from home because the keys are in the place where we left them and my mother's cell phone is on the dining room table. Maybe... maybe they went out of emergency, but they would have called me, why didn't they call me? I'm going to go out and look for them.
If something happened, they must have turned to the neighbor because she always helps us by giving us a ride if we need it, I'll go to her house, they don't have a way to call me because they left their cell phones. I just have to cross the hall, go down a staircase, but I'm running because fear begins to invade me. already in the house of Petra, ok, what, what is this slimy on my shoes? it's like a lot of mucus, a kind of plasma.
– Petra!, Luis!, Do you know anything about my family? Nobody answers, you can see that the neighbor's car is in the parking lot, all the cars are there, that slimy stuff is in various apartments, I'm going to go into the house whether they answer me or not. But what is this? the door, the door is open...
- Hello? Ahh, disgust.
There is so much plasma here that I can hardly walk and also… some assholes everywhere, there are assholes and I don't want to keep screaming anymore, because nobody answers and I think it's better that nobody shows up except for what made all this possible. I'm going to open one of those strange chrysalises I think a stick can... I did it, I opened one and inside I found my neighbor, her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent I swear you could see her baby in her womb.
I don't know what to do, I'm so confused, there are many assholes, my parents?, my brothers?, they?, they will be here?, I hope not, God please not. In this place there is so much slime that it even falls from the ceiling, it's horrible, I'm going to keep breaking cocoons.
After opening three or four cocoons and finding my neighbors dead, I find one where there was some movement inside, the woman here is fighting to live. Breathe! I hear her breathe!
Don't worry, everything will be fine - I tell her even though I'm not sure it will be like that.
After a few seconds the woman began to vomit and at first I thought that this would improve, but she was throwing out a green liquid and it began to move towards me very quickly, it is climbing up my leg and enveloping me. She wants to put me in a asshole!, I managed to get out and took it off,
I'm leaving, there must be some way to escape, but every time I get closer to the entrance of the building I hear more and more human screams. We are being attacked by a kind of gray-colored monster like the cloudy sky, which open these cocoons that are generated with their claws and take out the dying humans that are inside, they also open them and from there they extract some toothy larvae, then that they use the bodies of humans they crush them with a mallet.
I heard a scream from my sister who luckily isn't in a cocoon yet, I can't stand these screams, I have to save my sister. I have been stealthily approaching so that these obese monsters do not see me, but on her way they already put her in a cocoon, as soon as the one who watches the cocoons is not careful, I will grab the one from Sonia I have not lost sight of it.
I already have my sister's, she moves only because you can see that she is fighting not to die, the monsters almost grabbed me but I was able to escape, I am stronger than I thought or they just let me run because they know that when I try to get her out of there it can transform me too… It's terrible, I have two options, either I let her die in there or I try to save her, anyway it's better that she dies with me than her body being crushed.
I will do my best and the impossible to get to the apartment from there we can see everything, I realized that they feed the larvae with crushed people, it is horrible, the sun is the only thing that seems to be able to help us, that at least it is already coming out and with their rays those monsters seem not to be comfortable, that's why they move away, but they leave taking the cocoons with them. Will they have my parents? to the rest of my family...
This is such a strange day it seems like a made up horror story Something worse! It's a terrible invasion! Now I don't know where my family is, nor can I get my sister out of that cocoon, although I think I'd better do it and walk away so I don't have to deal with the green vomit, I don't want it to be cloudy anymore.
The seed
Paola y Caesar they were a newlywed couple who were about to celebrate their first birthday, however, she was afraid because for four generations back in her family there had been complications in having children, especially when women arrived by the fourth month, many died, and the few that survived developed large tumors, not always malignant.
The children for their part when they were born and survive in the incubators in their growth were: very thin; slanted-eyed; their heads were very strangely shaped and large; they were pale; they got sick easily; their intelligence was higher than normal and they had certain strange manias. On one occasion an uncle assured his niece Paola having noticed one of his nephews killing birds, opening and investigating them, and then burying them in the yard.
But none of this stopped the couple, they were looking for their baby because they had hope and after some tests and suspending contraceptive treatments they achieved their goal. They paid a lot of attention and care to reduce any risk factor that could contravene the pregnancy, they were very excited, but at the exact fourth month Paola She started showing labor symptoms.
Caesar went to look for the phone to call the hospital and prepare everything for emergencies but, when he returned to the room Paola she seemed to be passed out, as he could he took her to the hospital in spite of that and with the greatest urgency hoping that everything would get better and go well.
His wife's consciousness came and went, but she was somewhere else, she knew that she had been abducted by a spaceship that filled her room with light and made her levitate until she suddenly reached a cold, silver table, she was surrounded by people or something similar to people who attended her birth and even, between fainting and reacting, she saw how they took her baby out and put it in a kind of incubator with an orange liquid.
When he woke up he was in a hospital with Caesar and asking about her baby, but they told her that it had been an abortion and she insisted on what she had seen but nobody believed her, the health personnel explained to the couple that it was a hallucination due to the medications.
That was difficult for them, so they spent a year without trying to find another baby, but the desire reappeared and after a romantic night Paola she saw again that strange light that had appeared in her room before, her husband did not wake up from sleep no matter how much she called him and again the woman began to rise in the room until she was again on that silver stretcher with the beings that I had seen a year ago.
That time she was able to see the beings better, although she did not know it then that night she became pregnant and when they realized it they adducted her to implant the genetic code in the embryo, in this way they could reproduce with human reproductive organs since this race did not have with them and therefore, they had to resort to these implantations.
They had forty years experimenting with the women of this family because not all genes support the DNA of these gray humanoids; striped or black eyes; bobbleheads; no testicles or ovaries; very intelligent and curious. When she woke up she knew that in four months they would come for her son, these aliens were gestated in four months inside the human embryo, in the best cases the body managed to absorb and integrate the extraterrestrial gene giving rise to beings like the cousins of Paula.
Night into day, abduction
The invented horror stories and the whole genre in general, is one that can be mixed very easily with extraterrestrial themes, that's when movies like Aliens arise, you should know that Felipe a patient at the psychiatric hospital in our city whose friends told us a very particular story.
Felipe increasingly sullen and withdrawn, he has spent several years in the hospital after beginning to say nonstop that he saw aliens, as nobody believed him he went crazy, but the horror narrative has enough consistency if we are allowed to comment. In the last year of internship as an agricultural engineer on the farm where Felipe would finish titling began to occur strange phenomena.
Heads of cattle disappeared every night and it wasn't two or three, no, it was dozens of cows that suddenly disappeared without the slightest noise. It was undoubtedly something strange, but it wasn't just happening there in the other haciendas, it was happening in a similar way. The ranchers and Felipe They began to do 24-hour security guards in a row and everything began to improve until the first led by the young student arrived.
They began to hear as when a knife passes through the air but they could not see anything since the sounds were not easy to perceive, less with the dogs barking so loudly and apparently with so much fear. The commotion of the dogs woke up the other peons of the hacienda and even some women were alerted, all taking sticks and torches to see what was happening.
They went into the field as a group, following the direction where the barking of the dogs pointed and between the bushes they could not see each other but they could communicate through shouts, one of them warned that he had found someone and all they followed this person's voice. They then chased what appeared to be a human but didn't move the plants when he ran around them.
At one point they apparently reached him and surrounded him in some bushes where five of the men entered, but to everyone's alarm they began to scream terrifyingly and only one of them came out vomiting to pass out in front of the rest. Someone fired what seemed to be a salvo into the air and the sky lit up for a few moments, while the pupils got used to this change in light, many humanoid beings appeared that surrounded the group of men and women.
They were gray, thin, tall, with long fingers, without clothes and in whose eyes only large black eyes could be seen, one of the men tried in vain to point a rifle at them but at that moment the weapon was disarmed and attracted by a strange force that emanate one of them.
As in the previous horror story, some lights began to appear that made them rise but when they stopped they were now on individual stretchers surrounded by these same beings, but with different characteristics. They seemed to be investigating with laboratory rats, taking samples of organs, nails, hair, saliva, injecting liquids that burned inside and made lines on the body, perhaps they just wanted to study their DNA.
There came a point where Felipe he passed out and from then on he only remembers that when he woke up he was naked in a wheat field very far from the state he was in before, with lines of holes on his head and tattoos that were linear and in colors between green and light blue .
Felipe He is a very old man now and his tattoos are confused with age spots all over his body, he has enjoyed longevity, what would these beings be looking for? Perhaps the great-great-grandmother of a woman like Paula? Was the cattle thing a trap?
A Tramp's Prediction
a young man called Pedro He arrived home late at night, rented an apartment on a city street, and stayed up late reading at the nearest public library. That of touching the paper of a book while you are turning the pages is a pleasure that no matter how good the readings on the Internet are, they do not conceive.
He began to climb the stairs of the building where he lived when suddenly a figure that was on the first step, from the bottom up, got up and turned out to be a man who had stood up to grab his arm. the body of Pedro he tensed up a lot and that other man from whom only pitiful sounds came suddenly uttered the following words:
– The end is near boy, I've seen them among us, I've seen them with these eyes that have to eat the worms. Do you have coins? Because you owe me money for warning you.
Pedro he relaxed again after this, he knew the person who had given him coins a couple of times like he did that time, then he went home. He was scared, he was still laughing even after arriving at his house and preparing everything to go to bed, he couldn't believe what that man was saying because he had already heard him say the same thing several times and it only seemed like a tactic to him. commercial.
The next morning a gassy sulfur smell woke up Pedro, He went to the kitchen to see if it was a gas leak but with the burners and the pipes everything was fine. That wasn't the case with her ears since things didn't seem to ring, the world was off. He looked out the window and everything got even worse, there was a big hubbub of people running from one side to the other, many people gathered in the community park, even in pajamas and our young man did not understand what was happening but decided to go out.
When he got to the park he found himself more out of control, but when he tried to talk to someone people shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders as if to say that they didn't know anything either. It was just very windy and the sky was red, for a moment they all looked towards the same point on the horizon and Pedro without understanding the reason, he did the same, from there came a kind of wave that, among many things, restored the young man's hearing and then they saw the explosion.
Several explosions followed one after another and with each one more beings appeared that took the soul of more and more people leaving only their bodies, there the lack of control worsened, again they screamed and ran everywhere, Pedro was absorbed in the contemplation of the explosions seemed to bewitch or confuse him to the point of immobilizing him, a friend grabbed by the arm Pedro and that was when he reacted.
Pedro and his friend took refuge in his house and while all the disaster was happening outside he remembered the old man's words the night before, he saw them walking among us, the end is imminent, the end has come. Suddenly the same man from last night knocked on the window, Pedro he lived on the first floor from where the street could be seen almost at ground level, the old man told him it was time to wake up and although that made him smile, no, there was no other reality.
Horror stories invented with black magic
Another narrative of invented horror stories are those that involve practices of black magic in which very old belongings or masks still have life and even give life, we associate all these mysteries with sorcery so old that it is already lost in the annals of history. history.
the water of life
One day it arrived in the mailbox of Gerardo Munoz a letter where he received an inheritance that he never thought he would hold, it was from a very distant relative that he could not even meet and it consisted of a huge house that had been left in his name after the death of a relative. The house was in a huge field on the outskirts of the city, it was very big and expensive, much more than he and his partner could pay, but it was a bit neglected; however, they did not hesitate to move.
The idea was to move and remodel with the money obtained from the sale of their previous house, with a good remodel they could sell that other house for much more money and buy another one in the city. On their first day there, the task was to go through the house to find out how much they were going to invest, since there was little furniture, and this gave them the information that they were going to buy furniture; however, when they reached the basement they found that it was much larger than the house and that it was filled with barrels of wine and liquor.
They tasted it with pleasure, so much so that they fell asleep in the middle of the basement but woke up at midnight, because the lights in the basement and throughout the house were turning on and off as if there were some kind of short circuit.
Although they worked on the remodeling for days, these dim lights persisted and for this alone it will seem that this is one of those invented horror stories, but they calmed down because the rest of the things in the house were fine and looked better and better.
When the remodeling was almost ready, they began to have parties with their friends and with potential buyers, for them they served wine from the barrels and on the first night, they finished more than six and when the celebration was over they were very happy with the offers received. . At the third party, one of the waiters told Gerardo that they had not been able to remove the barrels because they were too heavy and that they needed help to do so. Gerardo and two friends went down to help two of the waiters.
They were really so heavy that it was difficult to lift them, even the first one they tried to lift fell off and broke so that inside they could see the body of a young girl. They smashed a few more barrels and found more bodies, all in the same position curled up like babies in a womb, dates from 1500 to 2000.
Gerardo He was very scared but he kept his composure with his guests and the only thing that changed that night was that he locked himself in a library where a lot of the former owner's belongings were.
In it he found a diary where it was explained that for more than 500 years, thanks to that supposed water of life made by himself, a mysterious relative of Gerardo, he had managed to dodge death hundreds of times and that with the amount he had set aside entire families could live.
The next meeting only contemplated the wife of Gerardo and to those who had witnessed what happened with the barrels, he offered in exchange for their silence that they would share the elixir of life and they all accepted except for one of the waiters who was killed by the rest to form the first barrel of the new generation, made by themselves with the old recipe and that is how these four families have been living for who knows how many years?
The house, although not haunted, was a place for black magic because the elixir of life was made thanks to it and so they spent many years living with the idea that the bodies and perhaps even all the souls of those were kept in the basement. beings between himself and this house that is part of the most terrifying invented stories.
The mask
One summer afternoon in April I was extremely happy because my parents were going to party and that was it, when the evening arrived they were ready and at the door of the house to go have fun. Finally, after so much time since Grandma's funeral, I was going to be able to see a trunk that belonged to her, that my mother kept in the attic and I was very curious to see it.
For me it meant more than just intrigue, it represented meeting her again, that is, I had many questions about her that no one answered. Our grandmother had left that trunk as an inheritance before she died two years ago and my mother had only kept it without letting me see the contents, I don't know if my curiosity fueled it plus all the warnings not to touch it that my mother did or I knew from my grandmother seemed so different to me.
What will be in the chest of a person so absent, so artistic, so bizarre? The questions came and went, I even forgot them for months, but when I found out that my parents would leave and I would stay with a nanny, it was as if something It made me suddenly remember everything that had happened around the strange trunk and the grandmother.
I saw them leave from the window of my room, they were very happy, so I immediately went up the stairs to open that mysterious wooden chest that caught my attention so much, I have never believed in the horror stories invented that's why entering an attic does not it scares me. My goal was clear, to meet my grandmother. At first it seemed to me that she was a great lover of the theater or a great actress, because she had two beautiful period dresses very well made, bright, elegant, and then I found a mask.
The mask was green, but not like the one in the movie, it had many decorations that seemed to be made by expert hands and there was a powerful sensual appeal to it because I stared at it for a while, it was as if it had caught me. I couldn't think of a better idea than to take it to my room because I wanted to have it with me, it was a memory of my grandmother that I wanted to keep, I closed the trunk and when I stood up it began to seem heavier. I wish I had caught that signal.
I had to hide her from my mother, she couldn't know she was with me, the way to my room took longer than usual, something was wrong. The perfect place to store the mask without my mother realizing it was the closet, so I put it there between some sheets and went to sleep happy because I had met my grandmother, I no longer had so many doubts, she was an actress I was sure on tour all the time and that's why I hardly ever saw her.
- A glass…
Was I going crazy? – As I said, I was no longer a child, I no longer believed in horror stories invented in books, but I was sure I had heard a small, very faint voice come from the closet and say, what? A glass? Once I'm tired I finished getting into bed and suddenly heard something break in the kitchen.
I went downstairs to see immediately, invented horror stories are not real, my father always tells me, but if a thief could have gotten into the house. The glass that I had left on the kitchen counter was now on the floor and broken, perhaps I left it very close to the edge, I took a triangle of pizza with a plate and went upstairs with a certain tension in my back that grew more and more together with some chills.
He had barely passed the door when he heard coming from the same place and now a clearer voice like a woman said:
- A dish…
Immediately the plate flew out of my hands and crashed against a wall that was in front, at that moment fear took over me, a macabre laugh came from the cupboard and although I was scared I got closer little by little but, when I was close the door was flung open and I hit my nose so hard it started to bleed. From inside the mask floated out, like horror stories do exist, he had a smile like the symbol of the theater when he's happy, before he didn't have that smile...
I felt observed by those two holes where the eyes of the person who is going to use it should go, and suddenly it sounded apparently coming from the mask that said:
-The girl…
I immediately started to feel choked, I couldn't breathe, there was green smoke around me that smelled like sulfur, it was horrible I was choking and the mask was laughing harder and harder. Luckily my parents came back early and although I lost consciousness, because I practically passed out, I realized it when my mom entered the room and with a pillow she dislodged the mask.
– Daughter, your grandmother died trapping her in that trunk and now you freed her…
My mother had a face of annoyance and disappointment, which, although it scared and saddened me, did not instill in me as much fear as the fact that the mask, breaking the window, said that it was going to take revenge. I don't know if that threat is only against me, against my mother or against the whole family. Once again I don't know anything, because my mom doesn't want to talk about this subject, I only see that she disapproves of me and feels terrible anguish like the one I feel because of the fear that that mask will come back.
Apparitions or schizophrenia?
We know very well that one of the main engines of all literary, mythical and artistic production in terms of the horror genre has a lot to do with life conditions such as schizophrenia that makes those who suffer from it see apparitions; however, there are many other horror stories invented not only by psychiatric patients but also by apparently normal people who have nightmares and unpleasant recurring dreams.
while we sleep
Anyone can have a bad night and that doesn't mean they're immersed in some invented horror stories, but there are nights of nights in which everything seems to be taken from a Tim Burton movie or even more macabre. They are the case of those nightmarish nights in which the person, no matter how hard they try to wake up, cannot, because it seems that a force beyond their own will controls the body.
It is feeling helplessness in flesh and blood when you simply cannot react to run away or ask for help, it leads you to suffer from a terrible despair and lack of protection when control is lost in nightmares, that the illusion of life makes us believe that we have and then we are at the mercy of our thoughts as they are, without the filters of reason. But everything gets even more complicated when we notice that in this trance between sleep and wakefulness, we are more receptive to all three-dimensional beings around us.
This is a long moment, the moment in which we are sleeping and in which we are, according to some invented horror stories, more prone to our physical body being invaded by different beings that remained inhabiting the earth or simply that were never human and They want to use our organisms as vehicles to do their thing.
Just as there are invented horror stories that support these assertions, there are also positions of other currents that state that this is only a period of rest and that our body will be protected, but what is also true is that while we sleep we stop having "control" on our body and for some very sensitive, this can involve a lot of terrifying visions.
Spirits with the faces of men whose faces were disfigured like melted candles; cold hands or claws that grab and pull by the feet of people trying to sleep; shadows that do not correspond to any figure within the room; shadows in our heads, in our minds?; restlessness, restlessness, sadness; the feeling that at any moment we will be eaten, trapped, killed and we will not even be able to do anything to defend ourselves because we have a kind of sleep paralysis.
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Some say that these states are hallucinogenic, but there is more to the world than logic allows, many others can swear they have perceived any number of beings when in that limbo of inaction that many doctors have likened to a kind of Sudden death and survival mechanism of the body, like when you have a nightmare where you're falling off a cliff and suddenly before you hit the ground you wake up, something like that, that jarring.
El pozo
In this story, also part of the invented horror stories, we will find a family made up of only two people: Mrs. Leticia, an old lady who was already suffering from a severe illness; with his grandson Marcelo, a 14-year-old boy who also had a very particular health condition that did not allow him to move with the fluidity that children of this age move since he had a kind of moderate paralysis in his legs.
Both characters, or people at the time, coped as best they could with their illnesses or conditions with the few resources they had access to from extreme poverty that made their lives very busy paths. They lived on the road to a lost town in the Old World, Europe, and her house was far from water sources, so for many years the grandmother had to walk long distances to reach the nearest river.
All this story or horror story began and ended one day in which a large number of misfortunes were summed up, the grandmother had worsened with an asthma that had already been affecting her health for days, there came a point where it was necessary for someone to look for water and this corresponded to Marcelo, He was no longer young enough to get lost, but the problem was that due to his condition he was going much slower than anyone else, and a 45-minute walk could take him up to two hours.
However, the young man was not daunted and decided to undertake the trip to help in the house and his grandmother, he tied the bucket with a ribbon to his back and took two crutches that even being humble he had been able to acquire, and headed towards the river , but having already embarked on the road that he knew halfway and by signs of Leticia He noticed a great weariness that made him sit on a stone by the roadside.
He would have advanced a little more than 500 meters when an hour and a half had already passed, but the sun was inclement and the beads of sweat on his face made it difficult for him to see when they concentrated on his eye area, which he could not easily rinse out. avoid losing your makeshift crutches. He carefully sat down on the stone to rest and when he got up he stumbled which made him end up rolling down a slightly inclined path until he collided with a tree.
He woke up very dizzy and among his ravings he could hear his grandmother's voice calling him loudly, could it be that I didn't go that far? thought the poor man. Marcelo, With great effort he managed to stand up, he had kept the bucket and one of the crutches despite the fall. She ran towards the place where she heard the grandmother's screams coming from, but when she got there she only saw a well and the screams stopped.
He looked into the well and saw that it was halfway full of water, his taste buds went delirious when he saw the reflection of the water, his thirst aroused, he swallowed thickly, he wanted to drink water. He activated the pulley with great enthusiasm to tie his bucket to the end of the mechanism and threw it thinking that half of the parcel was already ready, but on the way he noticed that the container came loose from the tie he had made and as he saw the middle well full, he decided to launch himself in search of the bucket and thought that later he could climb up the stones.
The next thing that happened was that after an indeterminate amount of time, because the story does not reveal it, a man passed by walking along the road and heard some screams that seemed to be from a young man, he approached to see where they came from and it turned out to be from a well that more than fifty years ago had not been used. Looking out he saw in the dry bottom of it, the shattered and dying body of Marcelo Sifuentes, a boy who lived with his grandmother about 15 minutes from the town and about 45 minutes from the river.
the devil in the mirror
Next, we will face one of the invented horror stories that may be one of the best known in this series, especially at the level of young people between 25 and 30 years old since, it even recalls urban myths that have been present in culture in recent years. It is about the famous story of the invocation of the devil at a certain time of a certain day of the year that, along with other legends, such as if you pronounce the word three times, it will appear.
All this can be found among the ideas that society has about spirituality, there are those who are afraid of these beliefs, others do not care to find out and many who do not know them, but as in this article we want to tell you the version of those who most know enter these arts, we will tell you the story of a group of friends who on a night of December 20, 2013 were sharing drinks, talking and narrating invented horror stories.
Some of them waited for the silences to come to jump and scream to scare the rest of the group, others were so drunk that they didn't even notice the matter, but three of them in particular were especially present, listening and telling stories. Alexander, Daniel y Pedro, the latter was the oldest of the group, he was about 17 years old, he was telling everyone how to summon the devil.
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Peter: The devil can only be seen on earth at midnight on December 12.
Alexander: Why?
Peter: You do not know? at that time she makes personal inspection on earth.
Daniel: Ah the devil inspector, then.
Pedro: Don't take it for granted, look, it's serious.
Alexander: And how is it done?
Peter: Oh… you want to know. Well standing in front of the bathroom mirror when it's 12 o'clock that day along with a dozen candles.
Alexander: tell me well
In the end, between so much curiosity and question after question, Alejandro he knew how to make the invocation, but not only that but he was challenged to make it and his witness was going to be Daniel. It was not long before the date so it seemed like a good idea, Daniel spent Christmas at Alexander, neither of them told their true plans to their parents, but when the moment of truth came Daniel chickened out and stood outside the bathroom waiting for Alejandro something came out or happened.
When twelve o'clock approached Alejandro he faked a stomach ache so that his parents would let him go to the bathroom at that time without worrying so much because his son wasn't there for the Christmas hug, Daniel I accompany him, but I wait outside. It was past 12 and Alejandro did not go out, Daniel he was getting nervous seeing that only a smell of sulfur came out of the bathroom. Until at 12:05 am, he couldn't take it anymore and forced himself in, but the insurance was gone.
When he entered and turned on the light, he only saw thick smoke dissipate and Alejandro He was lying on the floor with his hand on his heart, his eyes wide open and a face of terror, the only thing he said was:
I saw it, I saw it...
The parents of Alejandro they arrived alarmed and as they noticed all the symptoms of a cardiac arrest they took him to the hospital, before arriving Alejandro he was recovering physically, but not psychologically. He plus he was never the same boy as before, even today he is a lonely, bitter and sad man who sometimes remains silent in the middle of conversations.
He's got tattoos
El Pure muscle He was a somewhat unruly boy who, according to an invented horror story, once told by a motorcyclist from a gang, was one of those men who go around trying to fit in somewhere until he found a very sordid group in which he I was dying to be, these people had formed a kind of family or clan of boys and girls who made robberies, crazy parties and other disorders.
Pure muscle He believed that if he was rejected in that group he would never be able to enter any more, because this was the only one that looked like him and he would have done anything they asked him to be able to belong to it. Observing, he realized that men and women were tattooed from the tip of the little finger and others even to the forehead, so he decided to get his first tattoo on the ink-free skin that he had.
But it couldn't be just any tattoo, it had to be a shocking tattoo that would scare everyone, even that bunch of misfits with whom he wanted to get together even to waste time, Pure muscle He entered his grandfather's library, a place where this man spent time before he died, and consulted a book that he had seen the don read a couple of times, always after many forecasts and even worried.
the grandfather of Pure muscle I had asked him never to review that book but this one, as he wanted to belong to the group of his dreams, that's why he broke the promise he had made with his father's father and read the book, but not satisfied with that, he looked for the most terrifying image and took a photo because that would be his first tattoo.
The image was of a two-headed demon, that is, with two heads; with a long tail like a whip; that he was standing on a mountain of skulls and had bat wings burned off as if from his own Icarus it was treated This is a mythological figure of the Greeks whose wings burn on the way to the sun. The tattoo artist from the tattoo studio asked him if he was sure of what he was doing, perhaps because he saw him as malleable, manipulable and inexperienced, but Pure muscle He replied:
– I pay you to scratch, not to ask questions.
Pure muscle he was a disrespectful lout, but all in all he was very innocent because really, as the tattoo artist intuited, she didn't even know what what she was tattooing on her skin meant, nor the harm it could do to her, but after a response like that she continued without caring to the client since he did not want to take care of himself, at least he was satisfied with warning him of the imprudence he was committing.
When he got to his so-called friends, the only thing he got was pure ridicule because for the members of that group, having a demon tattooed on their skin was something common and everyday, fashionable and fun, but for Pure muscle This rejection caused great pain and he went home insulting his tattoo, telling him that it had been useless and that it had made him lose his money.
Pure muscle he had arrived home an hour and the tattoo began to burn his arm inside, first he thought it was the normal itching of the first day, after it had become infected and then he couldn't think anymore, because the flames and the transformation had begun. There is a book called Kafka's Metamorphosis, where the protagonist becomes an insect, well, Pure muscle which metamorphosed subject became a kind of hybrid between the devil and a clumsy young man, very clumsy.
But the transformation would not be complete until he was in front of those who until a moment ago had been his friends, when he returned to the meeting point of those other human beings, he told them that he was coming to take revenge and wrapped them with his wings that began to emerge while they continued to mock believing that this was some kind of trick of a mommy's boy, but that in the end they perished, being burned and turned into ashes.
there you go pure muscle, they say that he is found in large groups of those who have bad behavior and that he kills with a bitter grudge those who make fun of him, although they also say that he changed and now what he likes most is telling invented horror stories like this one that we heard once to a motorized one of a band.
the christmas beggar
Friedrich Nietzsche one of the philosophers of the philosophy of Nihilism, which in short is about doubting everything and questioning it, argued that being in front of a beggar is a dilemma because when we give them we feel miserable, cheated perhaps, but when we don't give them too we feel miserable, selfish surely. What would this thinker have thought about the invented horror stories that disguise the devil as beggars knocking on the door on a night out?
This narrative unfolds around a grandmother named Lady Parchita, Rumors said that this was the most noble lady of all that cold border town called Ragonvalia, in the lady's house no one went hungry because she was very generous and in the same way she had taught her children to be that way, that is why they had very good friendships throughout the town and were known for being mediators and affectionate.
Now, on Christmas night of a year that is lost in the annals of the history of the inhabitants of this town, each group was sharing in their home as a family and during the afternoon prior to that moment an old beggar had been seen knocking on each door and receiving a sequence of rejections in each house of the small town, he requested help, shelter and food.
But most of the town had given the same scarcity-laden responses to the old man and to themselves as a family. "I can't", "I don't have", "I'm busy".
Instead of saying I don't want to, they said I can't or an even worse phrase "come by later" and then when the man passed by again they didn't open the door for him, they left him outside feeling cold like a refrigerator salesman by catalog, this was like this in almost every house until he arrived at the doña's house passion fruit
The man was treated like a king in the doña's house, although this family was not the wealthiest in the whole town, from his heart they made him come to eat with doña passion fruit, They talked, shared a coffee and the doña's children even gave her old clothes from among their own belongings. This man left there knowing that he had the doors open to stay longer.
In each house that this gentleman had visited, which were not all because Mrs. passion fruit occupied it for a long time, an X had appeared after a while of his departure and the inhabitants commented on this with concern until some of them gathered in the square to comment on it, because they were worried that no matter how hard they tried to erase it or clean it, the mark would not he left or if he left he came back after a moment.
When it was twelve o'clock he left Doña's house passion fruit with a smile of gratitude and after that he disappeared because it was already the time in which the devil's inspection had finished and the conclusions were coming to be given, in each house marked with the X a fire began to burn that burned the constructions but not people, it was a fire only for the material, many were evicted except for doña passion fruit, his family and some others who did not receive a visit from the inspector.
the bell tower
You know what they say don't you? small town, big hell, that's more or less how it is in my town, we all know each other and live together perfectly for years. The baker has been the same baker for 50 years and similarly it happens with the butcher, the fishmonger, the blacksmith, the undertaker, etc. But yes, we don't like newcomers at all, outsiders always bring problems, for example, with the case of the father Villasenor who came to replace our dearest little father Godinez.
The problem with Villasenor is that he came with an air of grandeur and that annoys everyone, before with Godinez the church used to be full, but with Villasenor everything was very different, the grandmothers of the town and the other parishioners were open to meet him the first few days until that time when on one occasion while officiating a mass he said the following words:
Villasenor: I see that the Lord has forgotten this place and I understand it, because they are all part of a lost herd, which can be seen in their rudeness, luckily I have come to bring them the lost faith and the good customs of the Christians.
This is one of the invented horror stories where we don't know if it was more the work of spiritual forces or of man that interwoven the mystery that unravels here. At the end of that ceremony, he approached Villasenor Lencho the foreman of one of the estates of the respectable Mr. Gabino and said in a threatening tone:
Lencho: Hey, little band-aid, be careful, look at what the gossips say since the dearest father died Godinez The devil himself walks through this church at night.
Villasenor: -Laughing out loud, he replied- a lot of ignorant, brutes, you just tell me to scare me, do you think that invented horror stories like those will scare me?
Lencho: I just tell him Band-Aid, don't tempt fate...
Month after month passed and fewer and fewer people attended that church, the people who lived near it preferred to go to the next closest one before listening to Villasenor, The house of the lord was becoming depopulated and one night with a lot of rain when the priest was going to his room he began to hear a strange sound coming from the pulpit which he went to investigate.
As close as he stayed, he could not decipher the murmur, when he got closer all the candles went out even though there was no wind and from the shadows he began to see a figure that had horns and pointed ears, Villasenor he began to pray all the prayers he knew, hoping that God would save him.
But, a disastrous outcome awaited him and he could not remedy it, at 3 in the morning of October 3, a few hours after what happened, the bell tower began to ring as when someone important dies, a parishioner of those who still went entered the enclosure and saw Mr. Villasenor, former priest of a church in some lost town whose name I don't want to remember.
an unexpected talk
I have a very strange neighbor called Julian, he came to the neighborhood a couple of years ago and his house is right next to my house, my parents have told me several times to be his friend, but I don't like the guy at all, he says he sees dead people, that he talks with the devil and that the devil gives him orders to hurt people.
Those kinds of things scare me, a few months ago his parents didn't see each other in the neighborhood for a couple of weeks and I thought that surely my strange neighbor had killed them and kept them in the freezer, while he bathed in their blood or something well, he's crazy.
I would be upset if he would kill his parents, they are nice people I don't know how they had such a crazy son, sometimes I see him standing at the window at dawn just looking like he was planning to kill the whole neighborhood and maybe it even occurs to him to start with we who are the closest. But what I don't understand is how he sometimes comes into the house with girls, pretty girls, what do they see? if he is so indifferent to life, including them.
I must confess that I'm a little envious of him, as strange as he is, he's also very lucky, his parents shower him with gifts, ah! And those girls. Not even my parents pay attention to me, they haven't spoken to me for months and they don't even care if I've eaten or not. I made the mistake of crashing a car that they gave me for my birthday, but it's not so serious that after that they don't even talk to me.
Something similar happens to me at school, my friends ignore me when I speak to them and it's as if I didn't exist, the teachers must be fed up with me because even though they raised their hands to intervene they don't pay attention to me. Sometimes all this overflows me and I wish I were dead, and I only know someone who can help me with that, that's Julian.
I bet that not even in his best invented horror stories has he fulfilled the fantasy of killing someone who is going to stand in front of him and tell him that he can do it with confidence. I guess he already has a pre-arranged plan since he has planned one for each person he knows.
Gustavo: Julian! Julian?! – looks a little scared or come on Julian if you are the one who scares.
Julian: What are you doing here? – with a surprised face.
Gustavo: I came to give you the pleasure of your life, I want you to kill me.
Julián: I can't Gustavo, you're already dead. You died months ago when you crashed your car.
apartment number six
The yellow on my walls had me tired so I decided to do a remodel, I contacted some painters, but the prices they quoted me were very high and that is why I put my hands to work to make the new image of my home on my own , I spent several days going to stores where they sell what is necessary for home maintenance, looking to make the best possible investment.
Who would believe that among masonry, gallons of paint, brushes, rollers, doors, bathrooms and that kind of thing, one of the worst horror stories of my life would emerge.
I started by covering both floors and furniture with the intention of protecting them and I began to paint the walls a beautiful light blue that I had found in the store and as soon as I saw it I did not hesitate to buy it, after two hours I had already painted the entire room.
Then came the moment of rest that later extended beyond dinner and even when I had already decided to postpone work for the next day and was about to go to bed, it was when the unexpected happened, I went to my bedroom and my cat Matilde He curled up on the floor next to the bed and I immediately fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.
Suddenly I start to hear a ruckus in the room, I start looking for Matilde and I don't see her so I assumed it was her since, frantic meowings are heard, as soon as I left the bedroom I noticed her desperation and as she meowed everywhere, again something sudden happened, a humanoid figure began to appear. He was a luminous being that was getting closer to me, he scared me and he didn't scared me at the same time, I wanted to run but my legs didn't respond.
This episode continued to repeat itself throughout the weekend, the figure appearing and disappearing until on Sunday night it showed its face. She was Bartholomew and if not at least it was identical to him, my neighbor from apartment number six right next to me since I'm the one from number 5, I ran out to look for him but when I knocked on the door it opened by itself, they hadn't closed it.
I didn't think twice and walked in, whatever was going on had to do with Bartholomew, in his apartment there was a strong smell like rot that got stronger the closer I got to his room. My first thought was that he was already dead when I saw his feet sticking out from under his bed, but I was surprised to realize that he was still breathing.
In a matter of minutes the ambulance was in the building thanks to my call, I will always think that it was his soul that left his body to warn that something was wrong and well, although all this was a horror story at least the neighbor was saved.
The man in black
On one occasion, a group of young people who were in a party atmosphere because they were going through a vacation period that allowed them to meet quietly and enjoy a long rest, they did not know that in one of those outings they would become part of one of those invented horror stories that can be read on a blog like Spiritual energy an ordinary day in the afternoon, in the company of friends and with the lights off.
The place that these friends chose to write this story with blood, sweat and tears was an open field a little way from the city on a soccer field that had recently been closed because it regularly lost power, the young people finished laying with the car the fence that was already failing and they drove the car to the center of the field amid jokes and laughter from both boys and girls.
It was a large truck with an open back so it could accommodate many people and they were a large university group that had girls, alcohol, shalalala y Rock And Roll. They were in the trunk already sharing the majority while those who came in the seats inside were turning down the music, food and drinks, they talked there for approximately two or three hours and after this time it was when one of the girls began to cry disconsolately.
They thought that she had begun to cry for her love life like one of those drunken sprees in which spite arises but no, she was trembling and was a bundle of nerves, when she finally managed to utter a word I swear she had seen a man dressed in black in the stands and that he was a ghost, they didn't believe him although when they started to laugh one of the stadium lights flickered but they didn't pay much attention.
They told her that they would go to the stands to see the little ghost to realize that there was nothing there, so they approached the place and realized that there was nothing, then she calmed down a bit and they continued with the party, they lit a fire in the middle of the field to prevent them from being left without lighting, dance around and play the guitar near the fire.
After finishing the fire, another of the girls began to cry for the same reason and this time the boys did not find it funny, so they decided to apply the same tactic but when they arrived at the site a man dressed in black appeared just as he had described the girls, the only difference from normal people is that this being was floating in the air and did not have full legs but vanished from his knees down.
The man did not move his lips but all the boys heard the word "run" and began to run, this mysterious figure began to chase them and although he was moving fast he could not reach them, or maybe he just didn't want to, maybe he was just scaring them, the first girl who saw him fell before reaching the truck and started bleeding from the nose, this caused the others to fall behind a bit while they helped her.
At that time they could see how the soul had advanced and was about to reach the girl, when this group began to run and the truck driver reversed to mount them in the suitcase. The young man who was driving was able to grab the remaining three and accelerated forward, but if he kept going he would just stop in the woods, at which point the power went out completely, he made a U-turn and headed out onto the highway.
It is said in the invented horror stories of that town in New Mexico that this ghost called the man in black does this, he appears in front of groups of young people first one by one and then to all of them, supposedly he has not done much damage apart from a scare and then a couple of times where the victims couldn't help but dream of ghosts.
The girl from the hideout
The horror stories invented by the old and the cinema seem to chase young people in cars and who want to go to a party, but tonight all that was forgotten by me and my friends because we had agreed to go out and have fun and we didn't want to think in those warnings that older adults make. We were all together a little tight in the same car, but happy and having fun, which is the important thing.
We almost died, but with laughter, between drinks and good jokes, time passed before we got to the party we were going to, only for a few minutes there was silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was just that between so many Laughter we had to rest a bit and that was when I turned to look out the window and saw it, the reflection of a girl, it was so fleeting that I simply believed that what I had seen was not reality.
But from that moment I noticed that this reflection did not disappear and I asked the driver to slow down a bit, when he did I could clearly distinguish the girl embodied in the glass, but I could not accept it and that's it. My mind began to create reasons, reflections and question what I saw, surely they were: the reflections, the position, the drunkenness, although I had taken very little.
The girl faded until she disappeared and I was able to concentrate again on my friends who would soon arrive at the club, which unfortunately we couldn't enter because it was full of police officers investigating a case. So we resorted to our Plan B, we went to a baseball game in the sports spaces of the community, I think it even turned out better because we met many other well-known people and among them some girls.
When the game ended and all the people left, we stayed a little longer in the stands eating pizzas that they went to buy as soon as the game ended, the night was young and we also had the whole field to ourselves and a forest beyond of the same one who communicated with him, we were also accompanied and we had no other idea than to play hide and seek.
Yes, that was the best alibi we came up with to make the girls feel safe with us and also, so we didn't go home and after eating the pizzas, it was most likely that we ended up scaring each other taking advantage of the occasion and the extent of the land, but already on one of those occasions when I was hiding I began to feel a little different, like heavy or dizzy.
The last time nobody hid near me and that caused me great nerves, I felt alone in a portion of the forest, but in the same way I felt accompanied, I would discover later that my company was not human. I was nervous, constantly looking around to see what was there, what was in that place with me. I hoped that they would find me, but I felt that it was already too much time and I decided to give myself up, I couldn't stand the tension and that's when I heard soft footsteps behind me.
Can I play too? I listened as I turned around to see that he was approaching me and there was the girl with the glass. For my part, I froze, I couldn't even think, she looked at me in a very fixed way and told me smiling that if she always went where I went, it was time for her to pay a little attention to her. Since then I always see her everywhere, she was right she always goes with me, but far from the invented horror stories she is terrifying because she does exist.
The protector
The invented (or not) horror stories in which children or child spirits appear are perhaps the ones that generate the most doubts and questions because, how is the soul of a child going to be left wandering on earth if they are innocent? So we see that stories like this, which we will relate below, tell the reasons for such situations because they show how the little ones may have died and this is combined with the intentions of protection that they maintain.
It's like that black side of the symbol of the yin and yang in which we see that in every event that we would call negative there is something positive and vice versa. So much The protector as The girl from the hideout They reveal that, despite not knowing the reason for this, there is a certain childish energy in the souls or that there may still be hope, confusion and a desire to be accompanied and accompany them.
The catholic church would probably explain this phenomenon with the fact that these children may not have been baptized, but without intending to determine anything we present this sample of the imagination or this invented horror story that is more than an example of what the collective unconscious creates and believes around this theme.
The protector starts when Xiomara and her four children arrive at a house that they bought on sale because the owner wanted to leave that house immediately, this woman came from an abusive relationship where she suffered a lot and was looking for a place to start her life again, she found nothing but that house of tense energy and unexplained doors slamming. The rebuilt family spent the day and night together because they didn't like being apart in that cold house with walls that looked and felt dirty even if they were cleaned.
In that house things sounded, there were screams but they were already going to be in the house for a month and they had decided to get used to it, maybe it is better for four children to listen to some senseless scratches instead of seeing how the father hits the mother, the son eldest of the family was called Gabriel, by the archangel, and was around 13 years old.
So cold that inside the house it was colder than outside. One afternoon the situation in the house became unbearable due to its conditions, the mother, the girls and Gabriel They were very scared because they felt that something was going to attack them. It was then that Gabriel began to see Protector that he was a kind of translucent or transparent child who was covered in bandages as if he had been mummified and from which only a red eye protruded.
The family was practically trapped in the back room of the house, the girls were crying and suddenly The protector, He took them to the entrance, that was the only way they could get out, but when the boy was about to leave, the ghost closed the door and told him that he had to tell him the story of the house. At that time not only The protector was present, around the two there were a lot of spirits.
It turns out that a murderer had lived in that house who killed them all and had carried out experiments with their bodies, both in life and in death, out of rage, resentment and pain, those spirits were still in the house, but also because that man did not he had buried but only covered their bodies with lime and with them he formed the walls as if they were cement blocks.
They were haunted and they weren't going to leave until they were buried, so Gabriel he began to remove the dead from where the ghost was telling him and when he had most of them outside, the other ghosts wanted to hurt him for that The protector he threw him out one of the windows telling him not to get caught by them and to set fire to the house, as we can see this is one of those few invented horror stories where the spirits help the living.
possession
Have you seen the Ouija? This one that comes next, is one of those invented horror stories that are very similar to the aforementioned movie, it tells the story of a couple of young girls who one afternoon-night boring in their house they had the not very bright idea of consulting the Ouija board, in this way with what little they learned in the movies and the comments in the corridor that these girls listened to, Karla y MarcelaThey began the practice of spiritism.
Neither of the two young women understood that the term playing with the Ouija board is really very misunderstood since this is not a game, they placed on a table letters with cardboard made by themselves, they made a circle that they surrounded with candles leaving inside a glass that should indicate the answers obtained. But the process apparently annoyed Karla because at first she didn't get any sign that it worked and that's why she got up very upset wanting to destroy everything.
However Marcela stopped her saying that more questions had to be asked to see if it worked, to which Karla agreed but not if before negotiating that if it did not work, Marcela he will let her destroy it, but just at that moment a cold wind caused both of them to shiver and on the wood they heard a certain rubbing that caught their attention immediately, the glass was moving towards the word no which responded to the intention of breaking the Ouija.
The girls were no longer as upset as at the beginning, one or another laugh they shared between questions when they saw that their invention had worked, and again at the table they asked imprudently, are you alive?, the answer was no, no by the way given very quickly. After this Karla He said something that perhaps he would regret much later, because in a mocking tone he asked for a manifestation of what he was answering them.
After this sentence an immense silence settled in the room, there was tension in the atmosphere, the wind opened a window with a lot of noise and they saw a shadow pass by that made them run to the door, but at that moment the boyfriend of Marcela who had sneaked into the house with a friend. Seeing this coincidence, they fell to the floor to laugh, Karla she told her friend to accompany her to the kitchen to make popcorn while the bride and groom greeted each other.
A few minutes passed that became eternal so Marcela She decided to go look for her friend, but they only found a pool of blood on which the boyfriend's friend was lying, the boy was still trembling and trying to speak, but he was so drowned in blood that no word came out. The visitor only looked towards the ceiling in fear and this was the reason why Marcela and her boyfriend turned around and saw Karla stuck to the wall like a spider.
The other two young men managed to flee, but not without some knife wounds that he gave them. Carla, same young woman who is now hospitalized in a psychiatric hospital where for moments of lucidity she does not remember anything of her violent episodes and then in others as possessions of that spirit she wants to kill everyone who is close.
through the lock
Through the lock, is one of those horror stories that mixes the bizarre with the terrifying, we'll see why, it takes place in a boarding house for ladies who are university students, the owner of the boarding house is called Doña Martha and she is a lady who can receive between 20 and 30 young people on her property for periods of between 3 and 5 years depending on whether the young people finish their degree or not.
The fact is that in the inn circulate that approximate amount of young women in those lapses of time, this great accommodation capacity added to low prices and a very kind treatment of Doña Marta, makes this one of the most popular female dorms in all of La Paz . On one occasion, two girls who came to the capital from the interior of the country arrived at the residence, Sandra I was going to study biology Ana I was going for Engineering.
They met at the residence and became great friends, on one occasion Ana wandered around the building because he had insomnia passed near Doña's office Marta and he heard her fight with a man, which seemed strange to him because the only rule that the landlady was very strict with was that the entrance of men to the pension was strictly prohibited.
Ana he didn't want to investigate so much that night because it scared him, the fight sounded hard but controllable, it seemed to be some money and he just settled for telling that to Sandra the next day, to which her friend replied sarcastically that surely she could break her own rule because she was the owner, which seemed very unfair.
The next night Ana he couldn't sleep either and left the room to walk again, but this time he heard the fight get a little more violent so he ran to the office and before hitting or intruding on something he stopped her he found a hole in the lock, he was left alone looking at it, it was indeed a man, but a young man who was yelling at Doña Martha.
A few days passed without Ana heard screams, but after a while one of the girls in the residence died in very strange conditions, she said she had had a bad night and the next day she bled from the belly, two other girls suffered in a very similar way but no they came to die.
Another one of those nights in which Ana had insomnia again, she wandered around the house again and near the office she felt the same tension as a few days ago, but when she peeked through the lock she saw one of the tenants passed out and tied up in the floor, next to her Doña Marta and the mysterious man whose silhouette could not be seen very well were talking, the man seemed happy and said something that Ana came to hear:
– Very well, mother, now I want the one who peeks through the keyhole.
By the way, we invite you to a recent entry we made regarding the Bolivian myths, to delve much deeper into this vast mythology, often made up of horror stories.
The wooden cart
This is one of those horror stories in which people's interpretations of spirits are mixed as well as the image of innocence or childish behavior. This entire narrative begins when a family from the capital city of Buenos Aires is going to spend vacations with the maternal grandmother to the province of Rosario, the husband, the mother and two sons between 5 and 7 years old arrive at the house of Mrs. Martina.
It was a large two-story house and that is why the children spent the first day going through the house from top to bottom, going in and out of rooms, leaving a mess here and there and curucutendo everything they could, between all this there is a day when the fact that the grandmother spends the night away from home, it is not very clear why, but this coincides with the fact that that night things were going to get very tense in the house.
As if it were part of a movie or a horror story, the children suddenly start screaming in one of the rooms and the parents appear, they see that the youngest child was suspended in the air with his neck tightened and kicking, that for more that the eldest tried to help him and even the parents themselves couldn't when they tried, it seemed that nothing could save the child.
But everything stopped when suddenly a toy that was part of a wooden cart fell out of the boy's pocket, then he also collapsed on the floor but without any outside force attacking his life, suddenly a voice was heard saying "It's mine" and the wooden cart rolled out of the room.
When the grandmother arrived the next day, she told the young family that she was very scared, that a few years ago a cousin had lived in that house who had a special condition that meant that although his body grew to appear to be 30 or more years old, his mind It was still that of a three-year-old boy and sometimes the spirit of this being appeared around the house or the neighborhood playing with a wooden cart that he took great care of because it was his favorite toy in life.
worry
Another of those terrifying narratives in which the souls remained wandering the Earth is that of The Concern, a mother who had many children and continued to care for them all as if they were babies despite the fact that they were grown up and some were even married.
This lady was 85 years old and her youngest son was 60, but her soul did not know about it because she was so used to the fact that the center of her life was caring for others. She noticed that she was dead one day when her children gathered in the kitchen to discuss the fact that their mother was still in the house as a spirit and that scared them, but at that moment the mother appeared and told them not to do anything to stop her. get her out that they will only be taken care of by her.
One of the children's wives said that the lady did not leave because she was worried that no one would treat them like her and indeed the lady was chauvinist and thought in life that none of her children's wives were good for anything, when they plotted the plan to be present at the house to show him that he could go in peace, the lady threw the food at them and a voice said:
-"You do not know how to cook"
This situation reached a point where none of those women wanted to go and their children did too, this hurt the spirit of that mother who had only lived for others and never for herself, therefore she had no nothing to do unless it was about taking care of her younger son than if she had stayed at home and whom she cared for like a tender baby.
the cherubim
The Cherubs is a story that unfolds thanks to the characters of Patricia, Marian y Days that they were three young students from the same secondary or high school education center and that they had very marked personalities: Patricia she was a kind of mediator who lived and got along with many people without judging anyone; Mariana, on the other hand, although she had a great friendship with Patricia she was much more aggressive, critical and prejudiced; and Days was, or is?, what they call a Dark girl.
One day Days she left the room upset because they were accusing her of being a thief and doing tremendous bullying for multiple reasons that were not justified and during that same afternoon, although it seems that the events have no connection to Patricia, Something inexplicable happened to him at home. The girl collected cherubs and they came to life from time to time, but just the day they hurt Days those cherubs were broken by the heaps.
This was told to Mariana the next day and she told him that it was probably Days casting spells on him to get revenge because, although Patricia he hadn't done anything to her, he hadn't defended her or said anything in her favour. Patricia went to talk to Days at recess and to his surprise what he said was:
– Be more careful of people who do not enter your room unless you give them a formal invitation than of me Patricia.
This to Patricia It kept spinning in her head, since she did not know who did that since people used to enter and leave her room just by knocking on the door and waiting for her to see them, even sometimes her mother or her family beings or of their life they did not have to wait long, just enter and that's it.
That afternoon Mariana went to the house of Patricia and she decided to try it, she never gave a formal invitation to Mariana could enter the room and at first she spoke very naturally from the door frame as if nothing had happened, but suddenly she began to ask me to tell her that she could come in but Patricia never agreed and Mariana She ended up drooling out of her mouth out of rage but without being able to enter, it was as if an invisible wall was stopping her.
This apparently according to invented horror stories is because Mariana was the cause of the ills he suffered Patricia with his cherubs and in some other aspects of life, he had the spirit of envy incorporated and because of this he was creating bad energy for Patricia.
Invented stories with strange phenomena
In this section of invented horror stories we are going to find all those anecdotes and stories that are full of alternative endings and doubts, it is never clear to us if the reasons why the protagonists live the setbacks that they really live are those for which They think they suffer so much. In them, ambiguity has a great weight and is never absent from being present in the development of the texts.
crossing the bridge
We were just coming back from the Easter holidays when some teachers from the school decided to organize an excursion. It turned into a week-long camping trip in an open natural space with a lot of forest, but also closely guarded by park rangers. This surveillance made me and my friends feel just as limited as if we were in class and we wanted to free ourselves from that yoke when the idea of exploring without the company of any teacher came up.
We left Robert, Daniel and I, escaping from the teachers on the third night of that week to browse around the camp and found an old house that could only be reached if we crossed a bridge. The first one who started to get scared was Daniel when he saw that the bridge was made of boards joined with a rope and, furthermore, it was over a stream. I encouraged them not to be afraid because maybe we were not in one of those invented horror stories.
I wanted to explore and that's why I risked being the first to cross the bridge in the direction of the house, he followed me Roberto and then Daniel he cheered up, the bridge wobbled, that must have scared them a lot because they started screaming, I think before Daniel y Roberto They began to say that they were going to go back and when I turned to tell them to continue it was already too late, they had already fallen, or had disappeared, I didn't know where they were, they weren't in the creek, or around, anywhere.
I turned back and when I went back through that area of the bridge I didn't see that any of the crossbars that made it up had fallen. At first I thought that they had teased me and were already running to the camp, but it must have been all too fast and when I arrived I did not see them, I never saw them again, the next day the teachers went to look for them and they arrived without them .
The day my life changed
You never know when one of your days can turn into one of those invented horror stories, since I left the office a series of events began to happen to me that are so strange that I could write a book and they start with a simple injection. I had only been to the doctor for my annual consultation, although I had also been feeling bad for the last few days but I didn't pay much attention to it.
My lifelong family doctor told me about a new vaccine against viruses like H1N1 and told me that I had to give it according to my medical history, but suddenly a nurse appeared with a larger than normal injector for vaccines and whose interior was filled with an orange liquid.
The nurse applied it to me and it hurt much more than all vaccines hurt, then it made me feel very bad and dizzy, the doctor told me that this was a new formula that was being tested, but for that same reason it would be much cheaper .
Then on the way home I felt worse and worse I couldn't be fully aware, driving was a big mess and when I got a missed call from Sonia, My girlfriend couldn't cancel because in the last three times I had canceled due to being indisposed, I was over warned and that's why I attended, confirmed our appointment. At nightfall I went to look for her at her house in the car and although she had moments of improvement and that was one, she barely Sonia She got into the car and just after kissing her a discomfort began to awaken in me, a different energy.
I blacked out and the next thing I remember is that the car was all covered in blood and claws came out of my fingers, that my jaw hurt and that at the end of it all the only thing left of my girlfriend was her head, which was on the passenger seat, but without the body.
Wolf
The old houses and especially those that were in fields used to have a large amount of space and therefore were extremely large, tells one of those invented or imagined horror stories that in one of these houses from the 1800s in some town from northern Europe, there was a special case where a wolf roamed the place day and night, but was not seen every day but sporadically.
To all this they were rumours, the members of the family had not confirmed anything and perhaps the current owners still do not know it but one of the girls in the family, who could even be my great-great-great-grandmother or yours, one night went to the bathroom and saw something strange. In these houses, the bathrooms were outside and that is why to reach them people had to travel long distances, adding the spaces of the rooms, stairs, living rooms and kitchens.
The night that girl saw a wolf walking on two legs was a full moon and it happened at the moment that she was trying to re-enter the house through the kitchen door, suddenly those shadows and distant howls, those gasps of the I hadn't seen why they had a name, there was a very tall wolf looking out the kitchen window.
She had the key in the lock but she started to shake, she turned to the left and there it was, everything went very fast and this or this didn't hurt the girl but when she left, she could swear according to the story and how she did it later instead of legs it had hands and feet.
The house has never been sold, we do not know at this point if it was remodeled, although they surely put the bathroom in if it was, but the fact is that it has passed from generation to generation and every so often the children say they have seen something similar to a human wolf that appears and disappears, harming no one but not being seen for long.
Pamela and the slave
This horror story begins with the story of pamela and her boyfriend Daniel, they were a couple from Ecuador who had been living together for a few years without getting married; however, their relationship was very stable and full of love, their second anniversary was approaching and Daniel I was in a market with a friend thinking what he could give his girlfriend, just at that moment they passed in front of a huge painting that had a smiling elf.
Daniel thought of taking this gift box to pamela and told his friend, who thought it was an inappropriate gift and wished he had listened to his friend, but no, what he said Daniel It was:
– You'll see if she's going to like it, she likes esoteric themes.
That same night he would give her the gift but, much earlier to celebrate, they shared the whole afternoon together, they went to the movies, they ate and when they got home they exchanged gifts at the door as if they were two young boyfriends saying goodbye at the entrance. because the boy is going to leave the girl. She gave him a slave, which is a kind of necklace with thick links, which she said "Te amo" and the sack from an improvised hiding place the painting that she loved and understood the reason for her gift.
With the passing of the days Daniel He began to observe changes in the painting that he had given to his girlfriend and joked that he had not bought such a bitter goblin, but she saw him just as smiling as the first day, so he told her that maybe he was jealous of her. him and that's why she made faces at him, they both laughed and joked about it, but they didn't pay much attention to him.
One night like any other they went to bed but the next morning when Daniel woke up did not see pamela and thought that perhaps he had gone out to the supermarket. She found that strange, but she was not alarmed, that is, she simply left without warning and would surely return with a surprise, but she spent the whole day and did not return. At nightfall the mother of pamela called and told Daniel who was on his way there.
When he arrived and asked about his daughter, but saw that she wasn't there, and she hadn't checked in all day, they began to worry, the telephone number of pamela he was in the house so the idea that he was in the market began to seem strange to him. The mother began to doubt her daughter's boyfriend and she thought that she had hurt her and that is why she had disappeared or something worse than that she had hidden her, she searched the whole house for her daughter. She already close to midnight and she found the pajamas with which pamela he had gone to bed the night before.
Daniel He recognized those clothes and he was also very scared, they were holed, gnawed and full of blood. Her mother-in-law thought that she had killed her and hidden her, he didn't know what to do but he believed that all this had to do with the goblin. he never showed up pamela y Daniel He ended up in jail, but there is no way to prove that he is guilty or that he is innocent.
the inn
La posada is one of those horror stories invented on the side of the road, as is the case of what happened to Mary, who was driving towards La Colonia Tovar and the car began to fail so it pulled over, it was a tire, but as much as he tried to change the tire he did not achieve much. One of the girl's greatest fears was that one day something like this would happen to her and no one would help her and unfortunately she happened, she called her closest friends but none could go looking for her.
Anyway, he had the option of an inn that was very close, besides, apparently that inn was very nice according to the sign that he had seen right in front of the car and that is why he prepared to walk there. Upon arrival he practically exchanged a couple of words with the receptionist when he already had a room available that he had to pay for the next day.
He relaxed when he entered the room, everything was simple but very nice and also country, he went to take a shower before going to bed to take away the stress of the problem with the car and at that moment he heard a knock on the door.
– Will it be the service? Maria thought.
The next day the young woman's body was removed from the accident site where she had lost her life due to a shock that, according to what the police forces said, occurred as a result of her falling asleep; however, according to the invented horror stories of the locality, the sign of that inn seems to appear and disappear on that road to unsuspecting drivers.
smoke in the wind
Fernando He was a boy who was born into a loving family but who would have a fatal destiny, his parents died in an accident and the boy was left an orphan and in the care of an uncle who treated him with scolding and indifference. Fernando grew up under the tutelage of his uncle Pancracio and he never received from himself any sign of affection, apart from the responsibility of giving him food, clothing, shelter and education.
Fernando he spent his education in boarding schools and institutions as cold as his uncle PancracioHe made a forced military career and when he finally finished, he arrived at his uncle's mansion again after many years and although he knew how bitter he was, he decided to greet him with affection. He didn't ask to be announced and he went straight to Mr. Pancratius, an excellent professional, one of the most wanted lawyers in the country, but a lousy guy.
Fernando: Uncle Pancracio I have arrived, after four years in the military, I have returned.
Pancratius: But you're still rude, you don't make yourself announced and you enter without knocking on the doors, go change and we'll see you at dinner - he said without even putting out his cigar or turning to look at him.
Fernando planned his uncle's death as an accident because otherwise he would not have been able to receive the inheritance, days later Mr. Pancracio He was found dead after tripping over some misplaced books at the top of a ladder. Fernando he enjoyed the inheritance for a full year; wasted; he went to parties; he spent a lot of money unnecessarily just on a whim; he didn't study; he didn't work; he only drank and one night.
He began one of those horror stories in his life, although this is a short story, that was for a long time the only evening in which he had not gone out and being in his room doing nothing, suddenly the lock closed by itself but Fernando He did not realize this, he only noticed that something was happening when he began to smell the smell of tobacco smoke, that smell reminded him of someone...
He desperately began to apologize to his uncle and cried, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe so to accelerate his luck he decided to commit suicide and that's how he died in a very strange way Ferdinand Smith, a young millionaire whose life was very similar to one of those invented horror stories, especially considering that his only family was a bitter uncle.
Terror that comes from the United States
It is in this country where great horror films emerged that have scared entire generations for many years, who has forgotten The Shark? In that film many things were mixed with blood and one of the ones that stood out was the genre of fear, that is why it does not seem strange to us that horror stories invented in the great nation where Hollywood is and that also saw birth are believed. to spilberg y Freddy Krueger.
On Halloween NO!
It is understood that Stanford is the best university in the world according to three of the most reliable international rankings, which is why thousands of young people want to enter this prestigious institution to study, but, contrary to what might be expected among intellectuals in that great house of studies there is still room for the paranormal and invented horror stories.
The one that we will discover next is precisely one of those invented horror stories where a student suffers some trick by unknown spiritual forces. Perhaps the young population is a target for these energies or it could be that because of the curiosity that is aroused in them, they end up in situations that are difficult to explain in most cases.
On Halloween, university students would gather en masse to tell stories in the fields and open spaces (some even went to classrooms) telling made-up and real horror stories, gone were those years of knocking on the door in their respective neighborhoods to ask:
- Trick or treat?
In short, those childhood years had left them with good memories of Halloween, although those were not the stories that were told in those meetings, but rather those invented horror stories that a girl told, such as, for example, Patricia whose friend Mariana He had almost convulsed at the entrance to his room because he had the spirit of envy inside or as a boy who came from Argentina told that a ghost almost killed him when he was a child.
Many stories came and went in those meetings, all were told only by candlelight and if the nature in that place was thick much better, because there could be more darkness. Among all this hubbub of terror it was possible to find their skeptics, especially in a university, because there were students who did not believe anything they heard and thought that everything had a logical explanation.
But the most incredulous of all was one called Fabian, this boy was a student of pure Chemistry and read books as fast as an ordinary teenager could finish daily the news of the beginning of his Facebook or any social network.
Fabian not only did he believe but he was sure that his classmates were fooled by stories and that they were only allowing this because they did not have scientific explanations for the events, although even in science these topics are studied. He definitely didn't feel like a ghost hunter tonight; neither he nor he was going to take out a radar to measure the radiation on campus that night and, no, he didn't believe what he heard at all, he was just tired of listening to made-up horror stories.
He was a person with a very closed mind, but that night after many criticisms and insults to his colleagues he was finally kicked out of the meetings, they couldn't understand why if he really didn't believe any of the invented horror stories he was hearing Fabian he stayed only to deny and say that they were all kids who believed any information.
So they told him to get out of every circle he visited because he already had this reputation as a scary killjoy that no one wanted in an environment like this, so Fabian he was alone on Halloween and ranting or insulting the whole situation that celebration, the invented horror stories and his companions, but above all the supposed ghosts.
On the way to the student residence he began to hear footsteps following him and he thought that they were obviously trying to play a prank on him. Then he began to shout that he did not believe in ghosts and that they should leave him alone, but the footsteps did not stop and he had already walked a long way, he felt and heard those footsteps closer and closer, so much so that more than once he thought he had them at his side. right side but when I turned around there was no one.
Fabian: What a good joke these fools are making – the boy said to himself.
Then as if it were one of those invented horror stories or a movie of the genre, the colors of the place where he was, bleak and alone, began to change. Fabian I would have wanted it to be an alien abduction, but no, then I was going to show that ghosts do exist.
Especially because he had the impression that someone cut off his head with an axe, but it did not seem to have been an illusion, he felt that his head literally flew off and well, since this person was more reasonable than emotional, he began to reason, because he was convinced of not being in one of those horror stories invented by his friends and colleagues.
The heads separated from the body can survive approximately 3 or 5 minutes, that's what biologists say - thought the head of Fabian while watching his body collapse and see the reaper disappear as if it were a hologram.
Then, before the time he had left was up and as if it were the bride's corpse, he felt that a woman's hands with elongated fingers took him and placed him on his legs, he could see a somewhat bluish and skeletal face that He had a flower headdress on his head and a white veil, the woman began to stick needles in his neck, at that moment he realized that the supposedly invented horror stories were not so invented.
After a moment he was reacting to what logic could say was a fainting or a hallucination arriving at the outskirts of the university and where one of the woods began, he touched his neck and he was fine, there was no scar. Surely it had been a hallucination, he was not willing to be living invented horror stories because that did not exist.
Fabian he stood up at full speed but when he started running he realized that the little he was advancing was comparable to that of a turtle and that his body was sinking into a land that was not quicksand.
Fabian he was able to escape, although nobody knows very well that part of the invented horror stories that are told at university, although they are pure speculation, because supposedly he has not told it on those Halloween nights when friends get together to tell each other stories invented horror and other real life.
Fabian: The only thing I learned from that night was that Not on Halloween! – She answers when asked about the end of the story.
the ice boy
Another of these horror stories is that of the ice boy and although we have previously mentioned some stories that involve stories of children's souls stopped in their process of ascension towards God and despite the fact that it still seems strange to us due to the purity of these beings in the collective imagination, narrative creations continue to be seen in the that we find the protection, presence or even the tantrums of children.
This is the case of a story that took place in Alaska, one of the states of the United States, this is a very cold place because it is extremely close to one of the poles; however, with proper heating it is possible to build a life in the place although apparently not many children are born in Alaska, so its population is not as large as that of other states.
There is a lot of work in Alaska, especially in cases such as scientific research camps, since they abound there and make the population difference between young and mature people in society much greater. On one occasion a scientist working on a project for the NASA he had to spend a season in Alaska to carry out the research in one of his camps.
The payments received in Alaska were good, that's why our protagonist felt satisfied to be working and getting to know a new place, although it was difficult for him to adapt, but as days went by the problem was no longer living in Alaska, but the presence of a boy in the camp that appeared and disappeared but nobody talked about.
Our protagonist did not understand the reason for this child to bother all the members of the investigation team, who lived together in a kind of urbanization of several houses that were part of the camp. He would appear as he would disappear and throw ice at them, pester them, interact with everyone, but no one did anything.
One day our scientist decided to follow the boy when he ran away in one of his pranks and ended up arriving at a car warehouse, searching among the vehicles he saw a puddle of water that is not supposed to be inside the enclosure unless that there was a water leak, but when he detailed it well he saw the boy appear.
The child no longer looked like a normal child, but lines like snowflakes, seen under a microscope, sprouted from his skin, which were curled as in a kind of warning or threat reminiscent of the fur of cats grimacing. when they get scared.
The boy began to throw sharp ice and many of those mini knives grazed the scientist causing injuries to his face; then the man just ran away and in the background he heard a child cry. As the days passed, he saw that his friends also had those new scars that he had earned by going to see who that child was.
Our scholar decided to leave, he rushed the contract to be able to leave faster, he did the research in less time and managed to leave Alaska in less time than he had intended to be there, no job is worth people's peace of mind - he thought.
Horror story we owe to Mexico
For Mexicans, especially from their original tribes, death is not bad, nor should it be painful. They usually say that when someone dies they only went ahead because we are all going to die after all, therefore, death is the only sure thing we have, from this very particular vision of it that is not repeated in any other society as developed we find that days have been established to celebrate death.
November 2 is the day of the dead in Mexico, on the night of this day after several morning celebrations they visit the graves of their ancestors and create beautiful altars with flowers and food for the dead to come visit them. According to their beliefs, it is the only day they can touch the earth again because a bridge is built between the underworld and our world, just like in the Coco movie, the only ticket that must be paid from there to here is that the living place on an altar photos of the people they want to bring for that day.
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Stories like these let us see that the only real death is oblivion and that if we want we can keep alive the fire of life of a person in our minds and in our hearts, just by remembering their life, hence there are stories of terror? invented like the following.
The day of the dead visitor
One day Juan a man from Tijuana was walking through what was then his town and was kicking everything in his path, because an argument at work had made him upset, while walking he passed in front of a cemetery, but not very aware from this I kept kicking anything that stood out on the road like stones, plates, lids, etc.
Until suddenly, believing that he had kicked a stone, it turned out that he had kicked a skull and this scared him a lot, so he took the skull with respect and apologized, but he also decided to take it to the cemetery where it came from so that it would not be rolling around drift away from your body.
I managed to find the tomb where I thought it could come from, because it was the only one near the road that was ajar and looked very abandoned. He deposited the skull there with great care and said the following to the spirit of this person:
Juan: Chale... it seems that your relatives have abandoned you and that's why you're running away from your room, but don't worry, I'll wait for you on the day of the dead, to treat you to the offering that my wife and I prepare every year, don't forget it there I'll wait for you-
At that time it was mid-October, so the day of the dead was very close and Juan and his wife Paula, they were preparing like every year a feast with good food for their dead and for the other dead who were not being honored. Here they begin to be part of the invented horror stories, when suddenly the day has come and a woman appears at Juan's house knocking on the door.
Visitor: Hello ma'am, your husband Mr. Don Juan invited me to dinner today. – Says the stranger after she opened the door.
Paula: Sure, lady, come in, we have open doors for anyone who does us the favor of visiting us. – The woman answers from the door frame.
The wife of Juan, Mrs Paula, He served her a hot and tasty meal that had a wide variety of Mexican dishes such as chilies, jalapeños and tortillas, the table was set for the visitor, she could eat fruits, drink drinks and feel satisfied with the abundance. After a moment she announced that she was leaving and Paula that she was still in the kitchen a little busy, but attending and talking from there, she only went out to say goodbye
- Lady Paula I am very grateful to you and your husband Don Juan, thanks for the invitation, your food made me feel saved from the invented horror stories.
But when Paula goes to clear the table realizes that the lady who served everything did not taste a bite and went to tell Juan about that experience Juan he replied, that it must be the spirit of a skull that he had accidentally kicked in mid-October on his way home. This did not frighten the couple, it did not seem strange to them to be part of one of those invented horror stories, instead they thanked the visit and blessed the good.
Invented horror stories for children
Childhood is a stage where curiosity is the order of the day, it is where all the mental schemes that we repeat, unlearn and modify during adult development are formed, so if you know a child who asks a lot about horror themes you can tell them these stories and give them a friendly view about the horror stories invented.
The three sardines
Venezuelan readaptation of an old tale from India that was originally called the three trout, which are fish very similar to sardines both in appearance and lifestyle.
cautious, doubtful y always tired They were three sardines that lived in a fish farm pond but they didn't know it, they thought that was the sea, the waters were crystal clear and there had always been food. The three were very similar, only the occasional mark made it possible to differentiate them, but in general terms they were very similar: same color, same scales, same age, but, yes, their personalities were very different.
prudential As his name indicated, he had a great quality that was prudence. That was the most serious and far-sighted sardine that ever existed in the world of sardines, there was no other as sensible and as responsible as her. Since prudential I was very small, like the boy or girl who discovers this, I thought that in order to live longer and better I had to avoid dangers.
That is why she was always on alert, attentive to what was happening around her, the saying of “cautious fish is worth two" it seemed to be made for her, she was very skittish and never wanted to risk doing new things that were not previously planned. Unfortunately, this state caused him anxiety, but that's another story.
doubtful he had a more jovial character and an attitude of greater openness before the challenges of life; he was a little crazy and it was nice to be with her, but the trait that distinguished her above those characteristics is that she had the ability to think. Thanks to this, she had a lot of self-confidence because when she was in trouble in her sardine life, all she had to do was think, think, think and thus arrive at a decision that made her feel good.
always tired not for being the man of the group but his distinctive trait is that he was a bit simple and boring, but the girls loved him a lot even if talking to him made them sleepy. This sardine was only interested in himself and was sometimes sullen and absent-minded. One characteristic of his that he could harm himself with was that he chose to waste his life, that he just wandered around contributing nothing to the shoal of sardines.
One day when the fishing almanac indicated that the sardine season was about to arrive, the three little fish were swimming as happily as ever when, suddenly, they were startled by the presence of a man. It was the first time they saw one but none of them knew what he was doing there, or what his intentions were, this made them feel like they were in one of those horror stories invented by their friends.
Each sardine reacted differently, prudential He was tense and although he thought that maybe he was just coming for flowers or a dip, he decided to hide, he didn't even stop to check if that was the case, he just went down to the bottom where he took shelter between some stones.
A doubtful It didn't seem so dangerous to him and he stuck his head out of the water to detail the human, he saw his giant grumpy face, his wicker basket and when he noticed that the man took out a net and was untangling it looking towards where she was, that's when he really got scared , he felt part of one of those invented horror stories told by the ancestors.
– This is what our grandmothers call a fisherman – he thought Doubtful.
And although he was afraid and felt like he was in one of those invented horror stories, he began to create a plan to save himself from the beast. She had to be careful because if it went wrong, she was going to end up being the stuffing of an arepa, she thought, thought, thought and remembered everything that the grandmothers had said so many times about these men, but, nevertheless, she always trusted that her intelligence would guide her. would get me out of this mess.
– I think… I think I already know what I'm going to do. Yes, I'm going to do the dead sardine.
If any talent scout had seen her, that would have been her claim to fame, because that faked death was spectacular: belly up; dead face; even she looks like she shed one last tear before rolling her eyes. It was sad to see her.
When the fisherman saw her again he said:
Yuck, yuck… a dead sardine, surely there is a disease in this pond, I'd better fish in another one – and it's gone.
doubtful Seeing this, he was very happy because he had managed to save himself and his entire school of sardines, although he had been afraid, his plan gave positive results, so he was very happy. between all this prudential was hidden and always tired He hadn't even found out what had happened, because he thought he was just a human who was going to take a bath and left because he didn't want to see him.
And so ends this little horror tale that was born in India and has traveled the world showing that just as it happened to these sardines in real life, it is important to be careful, but if at any time your intuition fails to get away from a imminent danger there are always options to get out safely, having: integrity, determination and putting in motion the intelligence to save yourself and everyone in your shoal, oh! sorry, around you.
El Red Dragon
The following is the last story in the series and is also aimed at children, in this story terror is an element that, although it is spoken of, is not presented as the end of the world. The story originally comes from China and we present it below, as an adaptation of the original called red ogre.
Once upon a time there was a story in which it is told that many years ago in a very distant town in the Asian world there was a Red Dragon, in that locality it was still possible to see dragons since the humans had not yet made the municipal encomienda where they requested that they stay away. This separation occurred because even if they didn't want them, the dragons were very problematic and could end up burning an entire village by a simple accident, this annoyed and saddened the humans.
That is why the dragons and other mythical figures were moving away and sharing less and less with humans. Especially of the dragons, the people of the region thought that they were evil beings and a constant threat, especially for children, but they were very wrong because the dragons were also very noble and protective beings.
El Red Dragon who was still out there was not very aware of all those legal fights that the dragons and humans were having and he continued to visit the region from time to time. As this dragon was a dwarf, almost like a lizard, he didn't cause so many problems and people kept letting him in because the most that could happen was that he would burn a pot of lentil or two.
But with the rising tide of dragon unpopularity not even Red Dragon They continued to open doors for him to live together and this had him very affected because he wanted to make friends with everyone, both humans, dragons and other mythical beings, but he did not know very well how to use his socialization tools.
He was left with no choice but to stay home for a few months to avoid being scared, disgusted or even stepped on by a human. So some time passed and the poor Red Dragon that he could no longer stand loneliness, he decided to have an initiative in defense of the dragons and began to make banners on which he wrote phrases such as:
DO NOT FEAR ME.
DO NOT BURN PEOPLE.
The idea was very good, but as soon as he set foot outside with them ready to deliver them to his dragon friends, some boys who were nearby were very scared to see some posters moving by themselves and they thought they were ghosts, but the Red Dragon he thought he had just been rejected again.
Desperate, he burned the poster, got into bed and began to cry bitterly, we all know that some tears of sad dragons also burn and that is why he could even have burned down his house when suddenly, a very beautiful, large dragon passed by. blue and asked:
- What's up dude?
– I'm sad blue dragon, humans don't love us at all, they reject us, they fear us and I want to be their friend too, they fear me and they throw me out.
– Well, well, calm down, don't worry, I'll help.
El Red Dragon She felt a ray of hope in her heart, she wiped away her tears and a shy smile graced her fiery jaw, capable of being the cause of many inventions of horror stories, but they are not so scary.
– Oh, yes?… But how will you do it?
– Let's see, let's make a plan!: I'm going to approach the town and I'm going to fly threateningly, that's why the humans are going to think that I'm going to attack them and suddenly you appear as the great savior, with that they will see you as their hero and they won't hurt you.
-Blue Dragon Shall we fake a fight?
- Exactly Red Dragon.
– But I don't want to hurt you! Friend there must be another solution!
- Quiet Red Dragon It will be pure acting, you'll see how it works!
Thus, although initially the Red Dragon I wasn't quite sure, he Blue Dragon convinced him to make their plan as they had discussed and immediately the Blue Dragon began to fly over the town with a bad face.
So people began to run scared through the alleys looking for a place to hide and be safe, everything seemed to be part of one of those invented horror stories that are so scary.
El Red Dragon, following the game, also flew over the town but closer to the humans so that they could see who was going to face that enormous Blue Dragon and when he was sure that they had seen him well, he went to the skies to fake the fight that was a lie although nobody in the town knew.
Trying not to hurt each other, they began to launch flames of fire, of which the Red Dragon could always escape but the Blue Dragon was affected, Red Dragon He was very fast and that speed surpassed him in size compared to his opponent who supposedly flew slowly.
The two were very good actors because the men and women of the town believed the whole story, even those who witnessed the heavenly fight from their shelters were left with their mouths open and believed that the Red Dragon He had come to defend them.
- Get out of here, Blue Dragon, and never come back or you'll have to fight me again Scoundrel! – he shouted Red Dragon while going down to the village after the Blue Dragon It stung his eye and he left.
Immediately after arriving, the square was filled with people and all the villagers applauded to cheer, lifting the Red Dragon. This was a story of salvation not like those invented horror stories where all dragons were bad, the little dragon had immediately become a hero from that very day and listened as he was called by his new name:
Mushu! Mushu! Mushu! – the humans shouted.
From that day the Red Dragon he was considered an exemplary citizen and admitted as one of the community, he could enter and leave the town whenever he wanted; he had many friends and was very happy. His life became incredible, he talked with the owners of the stores; he told made-up horror stories to children; he was loved and also respected by adults and children, he was no longer the villain of one of those invented horror stories.
His happiness was almost absolute until the moment he thought of his friend the Blue Dragon that now he did not even know where he could be, thinking about this made him feel like he was in an invented horror story, that dragon that sacrificed itself for him and could never thank him, he thought. Red Dragon following:
– Oh, great friend! Where are you going? Thanks to you and your help, I now have this wonderful life, full of other friends and in which everyone loves me, but look, I couldn't even thank you.
El Red Dragon He couldn't get that thought out of his head, he had Blue Dragon all the time on the head as if it were its own crest. He felt indebted to that fire-breather who one day selflessly decided to help him, so one afternoon, he prepared a backpack with food and went on a trip determined to meet his friend.
He was flying through the skies of China for a long time until he could see a dragon castle that was colored, especially indigo and for this reason it must undoubtedly be of the Blue Dragon, because indigo is an ancient shade of blue. She descended to him and saw in the great entrance like made-up horror stories with the following message.
Dear friend Red Dragon,
I knew that you would come one day to thank me, if you came and are reading this, I thank you very much for doing so. I would like to share with you again, the problem is that I no longer live here, but rest assured that I am very well, I will not live one of those invented horror stories.
I left because the municipal ordinances are becoming stricter with us dragons. Rawwwr! That is why some of us have decided to migrate to other more dreamlike lands, that is, those where one can dream.
Continue with your new life, I'm going to explore other landscapes.
Good luck and always.
Your friend who loves you more every day that passes and always thinks of you:
El Blue Dragon.
El Red Dragon He was speechless, for the first time in months the emotion overwhelmed him, although he no longer felt like he was in one of those invented horror stories that used to be his life. However, he started to cry but this time the tears did not burn anything because they were from happiness and he had understood the true meaning of friendship.
his friend the Blue Dragon He had behaved very generously after making the villagers live a kind of story like invented horror stories, showing that despite everything if there are good beings on this blue planet and whom we can trust, he would never forget the Blue Dragon that he had done so much to help him.
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