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@hivebuzz for the initiative, I hope to be one of the deserving of that great badge, I hope you like it, it's the first time I write something related to terror, enjoy🦇
Hello, I introduce myself, I'm Juli, and this is my story of how I survived the cults on Halloween🎃.
It all started on the 30th of October of that year, where we could walk around the neighbourhood asking for sweets with family and friends, it was a quiet night where many children went out to celebrate and look for sweets, everything was normal.
My grandmother, an old lady in her eighties, warned me about the house next door, where in her childhood a sect called "the disciples" used to meet, she lost many friends,🕷️ and nobody dared to go there.
It was an old house, where strange children were always playing, the adults in that house did not let their children go near the others, whenever I wanted to play with them their parents would grab them and take them inside the house, where I would not see them again until the next day.
I didn't pay so much attention to my grandmother, I thought that her old age was damaging her coconut, and I decided to go to the house next door to ask for sweets, the front yard of the house at night is very dark, there is almost no light to see, but with the company of my two friends, pepe and José it was less dark, when we approached the door we heard a lot of murmurs, a lot of talking silence, it seemed that the house was not as abandoned as it looked from the outside, because of a black cat that approached us quickly we got scared and we went running to my house, My grandmother, very angry with me and my friends, shouted at us and forced us to go to our room, but we were terrified, and it so happened that my window was facing "the house next door", we had no better idea, perhaps because of the curiosity that this question generated in us, that with my binoculars we observed 🕷️from my window towards their house, we noticed that they didn't have much light inside, but they did have 🕯️ candles to light up inside, and we couldn't stop counting the number of people that lived there, there were so many, luckily I saw the children again from that night, where their parents didn't let me play with them.
We waited until my grandmother was asleep to go trick-or-treating, we were already dressed up, we couldn't miss the chance to get free candy, so we started, we went around the whole neighbourhood, we filled our toy pumpkins with yummy candy that will give us an appetite when we finish it all tonight.
It was a beautiful night, but we had to go back home, we didn't realise that it was already late and they didn't need to know that we had run away from home, so we went back as fast as we could, but we stopped at "the house next door", the boy in that house seemed to be asking us for help, he was beckoning us from the window, we got goose bumps in our skin, We didn't dare to go through his dark courtyard to see what was happening, but José went running towards the window, and he could see behind it, he saw many hooded people, surrounding a circle where there was another child, it seems that they were doing a ritual, José was frozen, he got all soft from the fright he got, and suddenly my grandmother shouts through the window
Get out of there now - desperately
We were already fried, the adults discovered us, but suddenly these people came out and grabbed me, Pepe and José, and locked us in their house, they were faster 🕷️than us, they kept repeating a phrase in Latin -Non metuit mortem qui scit contemnere vitam.- We were very scared, we tried to fight but they were adults and strong, they locked us inside the circle and murmured - "Take your eyes off him for the Lord", I shouted, shouted with all my might, and my grandmother entered the house, with a rosary, a bible and a baseball stick, she said strange words that I did not understand -Damnare neptis mea relinquo- he went in and grabbed me and my friends, he took us outside protecting us from all these weird hooded adults, we were able to take the boy and the black cat that scared us before, we were able to get out of there, my grandmother had white eyes, she seemed demon-possessed, and I saw a tattoo on his arm, it's the same one that "the disciples" had, I was scared and I feared for my grandmother, I thought it was one of them, but in that moment of euphoria I couldn't make decisions, I was young and didn't know how to act, my grandmother took us to our house, where she took us to my room, and prayed a whole rosary on each one of us, even on the cat,🕷️ that was funny, when she finished with everyone, she told us abracadabra and I woke up in my room, with my friends Pepe, Jose, the boy from the house next door and the cat Negro, I didn't know his name, but then this wasn't a dream? Suddenly my grandmother came in with some pumpkins and sent us trick-or-treating, we were happy, but when she passed me the pumpkin I saw the tattoo, the one I thought it was from the dream, it was real...
My grandmother ended up telling me, she was part of the group "the house next door", but she did not dare to do those atrocities with the children, so she signed a pact with the devil, her 🦂successors could not be victims, the black cat interrupted the conversation, and my grandmother took advantage of the fact that we were going to enjoy Halloween and that we forget about this, when we left the house, the house next door was not there, instead there was a playground, I was stunned, was it is this real?, never mind, we went house to house asking for Trick or treat, Trick or treat, Trick or treat, it was a nice night and we met 🦂a new friend, and his pet, who came out of my dreams?, anyway, it is my friend.
We asked for sweets all night, me, julie with my friends jose, pepe and that boy who came out of my dreams, we didn't know who he was, but it was nice, we immersed ourselves in the beautiful neighborhood to ask for sweets without stopping, but it was time to to return home, I saw my grandmother outside the house, she was waiting for me, when I arrived I noticed that the park was not there, she returned "the house next door", surprised, I ran home but a whisper from my grandmother stopped me, she told me that everything was fine, don't run.
She told me a story, a real story, where she was a protagonist, my grandmother turned her gaze slightly towards the dark house, and said that the night is over, the boy who appeared from my dreams did not come from there, but from what I lived In my dreams it was real, here I felt the real terror. My grandmother grabbed me and told me that every year, on Halloween at my age, all my grandmother's teachers must go through this episode, a curse product of my grandmother's pact with the devil. Here I understood that everything was real, or so I could perceive it, I had to say goodbye to my friend from "the house next door" well, he had to go back to his place, he, according to my grandmother's words, belonged there, and every year I was going to go out to play with you, and following the family tree, with your future children Julie, he is part of us, but he must leave to continue with this alive
I said goodbye, but before I asked her name, she turned her head and said, I'm yours and ran to the house next door, immediately closing its doors once I entered. I and my friends I think we were very scared by this, but my grandmother calmed us down and said "every sacrificed adventure has its reward", because we entered the house and ate many sweets, we looked out the window and there he was, eating his sweets , he looked happy, maybe he will see me again, because he is me, and me, julie, I am not afraid.
Hola, me presento, soy Juli, y esta es mi historia de cómo sobreviví a los cultos en Halloween🎃.
Todo comenzó el 30 de octubre de ese año, donde podíamos caminar por el barrio pidiendo dulces con familiares y amigos, era una noche tranquila donde muchos niños salían a celebrar y buscar dulces, todo estaba normal.
Mi abuela, una anciana de unos ochenta años, me advirtió sobre la casa de al lado, donde en su infancia se reunía una secta llamada "los discípulos", perdió muchos amigos, 🕷️ y nadie se atrevía a ir allí.
Era una casa antigua, donde siempre jugaban niños extraños, los adultos de esa casa no dejaban que sus hijos se acercaran a los demás, cada vez que yo quería jugar con ellos sus padres los agarraban y se los llevaban adentro de la casa, donde yo No volver a verlos hasta el día siguiente.
No le hice mucho caso a mi abuela, pensé que su vejez le estaba dañando el coco, y decidí ir a la casa de al lado a pedir dulces, el patio de la casa de noche esta muy oscuro, casi no hay luz para ver, pero con la compañia de mis dos amigos, pepe y jose estaba menos oscuro, cuando nos acercamos a la puerta escuchamos muchos murmullos, mucho silencio hablando, parecia que la casa no estaba tan abandonada como se veia por fuera, por culpa de un gato negro que se nos acerco rapidamente nos asustamos y salimos corriendo a mi casa, mi abuela muy enfadada conmigo y mis amigos nos gritaba y nos obligaba para ir a nuestra habitación, pero estábamos aterrorizados, y sucedió que mi ventana daba a "la casa de al lado", no tuvimos mejor idea, tal vez por la curiosidad que nos generó esta pregunta, que con mis binoculares Observé 🕷️desde mi ventana hacia su casa, notamos que no tenían mucha luz adentro, pero sí tener 🕯️ velas para encender adentro, y no podíamos dejar de contar la cantidad de personas que vivían allí, eran tantas, por suerte volví a ver a los niños de esa noche, donde sus padres no me dejaban jugar con ellos.
Esperamos a que mi abuela se durmiera para ir a pedir dulces, ya estábamos arreglados, no podíamos perder la oportunidad de conseguir dulces gratis, así que nos pusimos en marcha, recorrimos todo el barrio, llenamos nuestras calabazas de juguete con deliciosos dulces que nos abrirán el apetito cuando terminemos todo esta noche.
Era una noche hermosa, pero teníamos que volver a casa, no nos dimos cuenta de que ya era tarde y no tenían por qué saber que nos habíamos escapado de casa, así que volvimos lo más rápido que pudimos, pero nos detuvimos en "la casa de al lado", el chico de esa casa parecía pedirnos ayuda, nos hacía señas desde la ventana, se nos puso la piel de gallina, no nos atrevíamos a pasar por su oscuridad patio para ver lo que estaba pasando, pero José salió corriendo hacia la ventana, y pudo ver detrás de ella, vio muchas personas encapuchadas, rodeando un círculo donde había otro niño, parece que estaban haciendo un ritual, José estaba congelado, se puso todo blando del susto que le dio, y de repente mi abuela grita por la ventana
Sal de ahí ahora - desesperadamente
Ya estábamos fritos, los adultos nos descubrieron, pero de repente salió esta gente y me agarraron a mí, a Pepe y a José, y nos encerraron en su casa, eran más rápidos 🕷️que nosotros, no dejaban de repetir una frase en latín -Non metuit mortem qui scit contemnere vitam.- Estábamos muy asustados, intentamos pelear pero eran adultos y fuertes, nos encerraron dentro del círculo y murmuraron - "Quítale los ojos de encima por el Señor", grité, grité con todas mis fuerzas, y mi abuela entró a la casa, con un rosario, una biblia y un palo de béisbol, dijo unas palabras raras que no entendí -Damnare neptis mea relinquo- entró y nos agarró a mí y a mis amigos, nos sacó afuera protegiéndonos de todos estos adultos raros encapuchados, pudimos llevar al niño y al gato negro que antes nos asustó, pudimos salir de allí, mi abuela tenía los ojos blancos, parecía poseída por un demonio, y vi un tatuaje en su brazo, es el mismo que tenian "los discipulos", yo tenia miedo y temia por mi g abuela, pensé que era uno de ellos, pero en ese momento de euforia no podía tomar decisiones, era joven y no sabía cómo actuar, mi abuela nos llevó a nuestra casa, donde nos llevó a mi habitación , y rezó un rosario entero por cada uno de nosotros, hasta por el gato, 🕷️ que gracioso, cuando terminó con todos, nos dijo abracadabra y me desperté en mi cuarto, con mis amigos Pepe , José, el chico de la casa de al lado y el gato Negro, no sabía su nombre, pero entonces ¿esto no fue un sueño? De repente mi abuela entró con unas calabazas y nos mandó truco o trato, estábamos felices, pero cuando me pasó la calabaza vi el tatuaje, el que pensé que era del sueño, era real...
Mi abuela terminó diciéndome, ella era parte del grupo "la casa de al lado", pero ella no se atrevía a hacer esas barbaridades con los niños, entonces firmó un pacto con el diablo, sus 🦂sucesores no podían ser víctimas, el gato negro interrumpió la conversación, y mi abuela aprovechó que íbamos a disfrutar de Halloween y que nos olvidamos de esto, cuando salimos de la casa, la casa de al lado no estaba allí, en cambio había un patio de recreo, me quedé atónito, ¿es esto real?, no importa, fuimos de casa en casa pidiendo Trick or treat, Trick or treat, Trick or treat, fue una linda noche y conocimos 🦂 a un nuevo amigo, y su mascota, quien salio de mis sueños?, de todos modos, es mi amigo.
toda la noche pedimos dulces, yo, julie con mis amigos jose, pepe y ese chico que salio de mis sueños, no sabiamos quien era, pero fue lindo, nos sumergimos en el hermoso barrio a pedir dulces sin parar, pero ya era hora de volver a casa, vi a mi abuela afuera de la casa, ella me estaba esperando, cuando llegué noté que el parque no estaba, ella regresó "a la casa de al lado", sorprendida, Corrí a casa pero un susurro de mi abuela me detuvo, me dijo que todo estaba bien, no corras.
Me contó una historia, una historia real, donde ella era la protagonista, mi abuela volteó su mirada levemente hacia la casa oscura, y dijo que la noche terminó, el niño que apareció en mis sueños no venía de ahí, sino de lo que viví en mis sueños fue real, aquí sentí el verdadero terror. Mi abuela me agarró y me dijo que todos los años, en Halloween a mi edad, todos los maestros de mi abuela deben pasar por este episodio, una maldición producto del pacto de mi abuela con el diablo. Aquí entendí que todo era real, o eso podía percibirlo, tenía que despedirme de mi amigo de "la casa de al lado" bueno, tenía que volver a su lugar, él, según palabras de mi abuela, le pertenecía. ahí, y todos los años iba a salir a jugar contigo, y siguiendo el árbol genealógico, con tus futuros hijos julie, él es parte de nosotros, pero debe irse para seguir con esto vivo
Me despedí, pero antes de preguntarle su nombre, volteó la cabeza y dijo, soy tuyo y corrió a la casa de al lado, cerrando inmediatamente sus puertas una vez que entré. Mis amigos y yo creo que nos asustó mucho esto, pero mi abuela nos calmó y dijo “toda aventura sacrificada tiene su recompensa”, porque entramos a la casa y comimos muchos dulces, nos asomamos a la ventana y ahí estaba él, comiendo sus dulces, se veía feliz, tal vez me vuelva a ver, porque él es yo, y yo, julie, no tengo miedo.
🕸️Thanks for reading, huge hug from ydaiz🕸️
