One of the scariest urban legends that have been circulating for years is that of a mother who accidentally ends the lives of her three children on the same day. A legend not suitable for sensitive hearts.
Natalia was a happy mother, she treated her three little ones with great tenderness and understanding although more than once they could get her out of their boxes. The first two of his offspring came almost 6 and 7 years and the third, a beautiful little girl of seven months, who, although unexpected, was received with the greatest love and love that a family can give her.
The only "but" that Natalia could put to her abundant family was that her husband almost did not step on his house. His boring work as an accountant gave them a comfortable social position but it kept him busy all day, and even when he was at home he was always surrounded by papers from work. So Natalia had to take care of her children without any help and in some moments that could be strenuous.
The night before the fateful day the youngest of the house had decided to hold a night concert and Natalia could hardly catch her eye. Exhausted and almost crawling, she arrived at the bed at four in the morning after leaving the girl in the crib.
When she began to fall asleep heard the cry of her second child in the next room, jumped up and ran to the room shared by their two oldest children and found Mario (the middle age) visibly scared and crying on his bed. It seems that he had had a nightmare and he had peed on the scare, something that unfortunately had become very common since his little sister was born. The child had become a dethroned prince and his behavior left much to be desired and was capable of anything to get attention. Natalia exhausted and without thinking much, began to scold Mario in front of his brother Julian.
The boy cried inconsolably while his mother changed the sheets and turned the mattress over. Almost without realizing it, it was already five o'clock in the morning and Natalia had not yet been able to catch her eye. The bottle of six in the morning and prepare breakfast for her husband and children did the rest. He could not sleep all night.
Worst of all, the children would spend all day at home, since they were on a bridge. A holiday that seems not respected in the company of her husband, who went to work as any other day leaving it to the care of the little ones all day long.
Mid-afternoon and taking advantage of Mario, exhausted by the previous night, had fallen asleep in his room. He began to bathe little Clara. It was the ideal moment because Mario was unbearable and if he did not watch him at every step he was able to set fire to the house in order to attract attention. That little nap would give her a break and allow her to bathe the baby a little earlier than usual. With a little luck today I could send them to sleep a little earlier and rest.
When all he had left was to wash the little Clara's head, a heartrending scream was heard in the corridor. It was undoubtedly Mario that surely had returned to make another of his. Shouting and not releasing Clara asked:
She was about to wrap the baby in a towel, which was still soaped in the bathtub when Julian came through the door and what he saw left her speechless.
The eldest of his children had his brother's bloody penis in one hand and blood-stained scissors in the other.
Natalia, pale for what had just happened, jumped up, forgetting that she was bathing the little girl and ran to Julian, who, seeing her mother's fury in her eyes, escaped at full speed looking for a place to hide.
Stunned, shocked and exhausted at night awake Natalia did not know how to act when she arrived at the children's room and saw Mario on the bed bleeding. After hugging Mario tightly he carried her in his arms and went down the stairs to the car, his only option was to take him to the hospital immediately. Every cry of pain from the child decreased in intensity, the loss of blood was weakening him and he knew that he had only a few minutes before he bled to death.
He started the car and hit an accelerator out of the vehicle as if it were jumping on a strong pothole and a loud explosion sounded. The jump seemed to take Natalia out of her shock and she suddenly remembered that little Clara was still inside the bathtub. At that moment he realized the deadly imprudence he had just committed and got out of the car without looking back to find his daughter.
Unfortunately, when it was too late, the barely seven-month-old baby did not have enough strength to last so long without losing her balance and lying face down in the water. The attempts to revive the girl were useless and Natalia, screaming desperately, went back down the stairs of her house with her baby in her arms on the way to the vehicle that would take her to the hospital.
But he still had one last and macabre surprise, when approaching the all-terrain vehicle he was driving, he realized that there was a brutal pool of blood on the ground, at first he thought it would be Mario's blood, but as he got closer he could see that Under the car was the inert body of Julian, who apparently had hidden under the SUV to prevent his mother from hitting him. With such bad luck that when starting this at full speed one of the wheels crushed his skull, bursting it and scattering his brains all over the ground and causing the terrible explosion that Natalia had heard a couple of minutes before.
Natalia fell to sleep on her knees, her face did not reflect any expression. He only remained in that position for a few minutes until without a word he got up, opened the door of his car and loaded the body already inert Mario with his sister. He entered his house again.
A minute later he came down again, loaded Julian's body and went back into the house closing the door behind him.
At night, when Natalia's husband arrived at his house fifteen minutes from the city, he found the SUV with the door open and halfway to the garage, which prevented him from parking his vehicle. He approached his wife's car and stained his shoe with what looked like a viscous oil stain, closed his door and headed home where all the lights were off.
Upon entering he shouted:
When he gave the light he noticed that there was a trail of dried blood on the ground that went up the stairs and led to the top floor. Scared he ran as much as he could to be totally shocked when he entered the bathroom.
Their three children floated on the body of their mother who had gathered them in the bathtub just before cutting their veins.
Causing the death of his three children was much more than he could bear.
