This is a real case, it happened to a friend of a friend
Hello guys and welcome to a surprise blog in honor of yesterday's holiday: Juanglonin.
To close the month, several people from the community sent us different horror stories. So get ready because here are the ones we liked/traumatized the most.
Horror Story
I was far from home, with no memory of the last path I had crossed.
With the anxiety of not knowing what was happening before arriving at that place, that well-known place.
It took me a while to recognize it, but the trees that let the moonlight through, illuminated the tombstones in the cemetery where I was.
As I walked through the houses of the now deceased, I noticed someone walking in my direction, confused, I tried to focus my vision which was still blurry, but when I managed to, a long weapon that looked like an axe flashed around me.
I walked to the nearest street to leave the cemetery, however, I didn't manage to get too far by the time he was in front of me, before he could attack me he mentioned a phrase "you only have to do a certain number of kills, don't be afraid, now you can remember all the others you do"
When I was paralyzed, I noticed a tingling in my limbs, my vision gradually became blurrier.
The last thing I remembered was a tall man in front of me, trying to get me to react to the latest information.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was in my room, the clock struck 6:00 am, I thought it had been a dream, I calmly got up and walked to the living room.
Where the police were, with an arrest warrant, I said: why are you walking towards me?
The man outside was dead, oh dear people, it was not a dream, it was just a lie and it was the reality he now had to face.
The shadow of the Nahual
It was in November 2020, in the middle of the pandemic, when a strange night gave me goosebumps. My daughter, still small, was just beginning to babble words and take her first steps. We lived in my parents' house, together with my grandmother, an aunt with dementia, and our faithful guard dog, a large and strong animal. We were in a rural area, surrounded by ranches, where silence and solitude were common. My daughter loved to call our dog by hitting my chest with the palm of her hand, a gesture that always made her laugh. However, everything changed one morning.
That night, around four in the morning, after sending some work emails, I got up to go to the bathroom. At that moment, I noticed that the room was unusually quiet. On a ranch, it is normal to hear animals and dogs barking, but that night there was absolutely nothing. I remembered what my grandfather used to say: “When animals are silent, it is because they sense that there is a predator nearby.”
Intrigued, I walked over to the window and looked out onto the street. In the distance, on the perimeter fence of my neighbor's house, I saw a black figure crawling along the ground, moving in a strange way, almost as if it were trying not to be seen. I blinked, thinking my eyes were tired, but when I focused again, the figure was still there. I felt a chill as I noticed that the figure was raising its head and sniffing the air, as if it were looking for something. It had a long snout, and its body, black as darkness itself, looked like that of a huge dog or coyote, although smaller than a horse.
I watched, motionless, as the thing moved forward in calculated movements. I felt like it had an inhuman intelligence, almost as if it knew it was being watched. At that instant, instinct took over, and I ran back to my room, where my baby was. I knelt beside his crib, praying and trying to chase away the feeling of danger that was overwhelming me.
Days went by, and although the fear persisted, I tried to convince myself that it had only been my imagination. However, one morning, while I was feeding my aunt breakfast, she told me: “We must be careful, because there is an animal prowling around the house. Don’t forget to lock the door properly.” I didn’t pay much attention to her, as the doctor had warned us that she might say nonsense due to her condition.
One night, however, my daughter woke up startled in her crib. She was crying and pointing insistently to a corner of the room. She threw herself into my arms and, with wide eyes, began to make the gesture with which she used to call our dog. A cold breeze filled the room, and a foul smell, like rotting meat, filled the air. I turned on the light, but my daughter's terror did not subside. My parents, hearing the screams, came to see what was happening. We all saw how my baby continued to point to an empty corner, as if something or someone was there watching us.
That night we slept with the light on, barely able to get any shut-eye. My daughter kept staring into the corner, her fear so palpable that even my normally skeptical parents couldn't ignore it. The next day, things didn't get any better. She cried all day and stared into her crib, terrified. Our dog, who was outside, barked and scratched at the door furiously, as if he wanted to get in to protect us. We finally decided to let him in, and he came straight to my room, barking and growling like never before.
We began to pray fervently, asking for any evil to be driven away from our home. Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere began to dissipate, and everything returned to normal.
Days later, in a casual conversation with a neighbor, I mentioned what I had seen. He, an older man still tending his cattle, looked at me seriously and said: “That thing you saw is a fucking nahual. We have tried to hunt it, but we never managed to catch it. It appears when something bad is about to happen, like droughts or misfortunes, and I think this pandemic brought it back.”
We never saw or felt anything strange after that night, but something inside me changed. I know what I saw was real, and even though the modern world tells me such things don't exist, even now, when I think about it, I feel a chill run through my body, as if that presence is still lurking, waiting in the dark.
When I was about 13, one night while I was sleeping, I woke up because I was really thirsty. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and while I was drinking it, the blender turned on by itself, I wasn't even looking that way.
I made a racket that could be heard throughout the house, and I even threw and broke the glass. My parents came running into the kitchen and the blender was still on. My dad turned it off, but the spooky thing was that the blender button was pressed, as if someone had turned it on purpose. I thought maybe it was an electrical or mechanical fault with the blender, but the fact that the button was pressed makes my head spin, especially since those buttons were hard and required force to activate the blender.
Fortunately, that blender has been in the trash for many years.
I didn't think I would win. Nobody ever likes what I do. They say that what I write is very complicated. Well, I wanted to thank you on the one hand, but not only that.
I sent a message to customer service and they didn’t answer me, that’s why I’m bothering you here. I know it’s kind of rude to write a direct message on insta… But I’m freaking out. Not only was the box empty, but there was something weird about it. When I tried to check my profile to return the product, it told me that I hadn’t bought anything. I thought it was my mistake and I pressed “buy” again… and when I clicked on the same dress, the one I had ordered appeared in the box: it flew out of the box as if I spit it out.
You know what I was thinking... I was crazy. But then I saw it happen, so I selected another one from your wardrobe (I love everything you make) and again my gift appeared from the empty box. I thought I was dreaming, but I went in to order everything you sell: a dream come true: to have your entire store in my house! It was the best.
But at some point I already had everything so I went to other sites (which aren't as cool as your clothes, by the way) and when I pressed: buy, the products appeared again. From the mystery box came a blender, a new phone, a little speaker... even things that there was no way they would fit, magically appeared in my room.
My house is full of stuff now. I guess I should have stopped there but you know how it is...
So I went to “your crush dot com” and selected a very cute, tall, and (his bio said) detail-oriented guy. I clicked on the button… but nothing appeared. So I clicked and clicked, but the result was always the same: nothing. I went back to a page where they sold jewelry and when I clicked on it, the purchases appeared before me again.
Handsome: He was staring at me. I was scared but when I opened my eyes, the man was gone. I looked around and couldn't find him anywhere. I still couldn't sleep. When I looked at the things that appeared from the box, they were still in my room.
I was so engrossed in doing that job that I jumped when a sound, like a roar, came out of nowhere... it was the blender that had turned on even though it was unplugged.
It sounded horrible. As if it were crushing bones with its sharp blades. I threw it away and it broke into several pieces and immediately another horrible sound: the cell phone that rang with that ringtone from the commercial but in a twisted version. One by one all the devices began to ring: I discovered that everything I bought in stores other than yours was cursed. Only your dresses and accessories were still there ready for me to use.
twisted?... And I don't want to know. So I'm writing to ask you if you can take the box back, before I find out the answer...
So, leave me your clothes because they are still perfect, but the rest... Please take the rest with you. Before anything else...
where books sleep endlessly,
There is a soul that never stops reading,
and in the pages, find life.
His tomb is a vast library,
where the classics speak incessantly,
and on the tombstone, an inscription,
which says: “To read is to live, eternally.”
In each line, a new world,
in every word, a faithful friend,
on each page, a distant journey,
and in silence, real knowledge.
The poetry books whisper,
verses of love and desire,
Those of history, tell battles,
and those of science reveal secrets.
the reader's soul finds peace,
and his spirit flies eternally.
And when the night falls dark,
and the wind whispers through the corners,
the soul of the reader continues reading,
in the realm of shadows and dreams.
