1 INSOMNIA - FANTASTIC STORIES

Chapter 1: The Awakening of Anarethia

March 10, 2009

We found Claudia Aguilar, a 23 year old girl, archeologist and writer who is

searching hard on the Internet for some interesting story that she can research and

publish in the magazine "Paranormal Hysteria", for which she works, in the

publishing house "North California" in La Peace BCS At last! She exclaimed.

Anarethia, "she said with a look of relief on her face. Apparently she had found

something very interesting; her gaze was fully in front of her monitor, and she

perused the following strange text: The legend, real, and very popular in the state of

Baja California Sur, Mexico. A legend that possibly becomes a reality in a very short

time. 99 years ago, a vampire was murdered, and was buried in a traditional Christian

way, by the people of the valley of «La Purísima». The body was placed, facing east

awaiting final judgment. But legend has it that at dusk on March 10, 2009, when this

being turns 100 years after he died, he will resurrect; She will rise from the grave and

start a new reign of terror, and nothing else will prevail but the reign of hell and evil

on earth. Anarethia's awakening is near; March 10, 2009 is the date this diabolical

being will come back to life. Following the aforementioned legend, Claudia sees

images of "La Purísima", a town where the tomb of the supposed vampire is located.

This is what I need. –Said Claudia‒. And also the place of the events, is less than 3

hours from here (La Paz B.C.S) - she said inside while a smile is drawn on her face.

March 10, 2009 It is

17:14 pm, we clearly see a white car, an Aston Martin DBS to be more exact, moving

quickly on a road, somewhat neglected and full of imperfections, clear signs of a bad

government disinterested in image, comfort and safety of its people. Inside this car,

we can see two people, a young man who was driving the vehicle and a passenger in

the front seat; a man and a woman respectively. Claudia is the woman who occupied

the passenger seat while her boyfriend Christopher was driving; who did not allow

his girlfriend to travel alone to a place she does not know, so he decided to

accompany her. As the car continues to advance, just three meters away a sign that

says 'Km 100' can be seen, just there the car slowed down to finally leave the road

and enter a narrow and dark road. This path has a quite peculiar appearance, it looks

very neglected, it seems that no one has passed through it in 50 years. There are

rocks, stones, dust and bushes, they are some of the inconveniences that the car goes

through that was not necessarily designed for this type of terrain. Claudia wears a

necklace with a hanging cross, it is an amulet that her grandmother gave her before

she passed away last year. She looks clearly excited and uneasy about the trip.

18:43 pm, the car stops, in front of this we can see a huge arch surrounded by dry

plants, its leaves reflected the state of desolation of that place, completely devoid of

life, and above these we see a sign made on a base of wood in which the following

words can hardly be distinguished:

‒Welcome to "La Purísima". Claudia and Christopher, keep moving

forward, crossing this expressionless arch and practically entering the mysterious

town. -What is this supposed to be? Christopher asked, very puzzled. An old Town –

Claudia answered him, with a serious expression. What Claudia and Christopher were

observing was not just any town, it was a Ghost Town, probably abandoned decades

ago, in which memories of past tragedies lived asleep. And the abysses to which they

must descend floated in silence. There are no people in its streets, the facade of the

houses makes them look dingy and very old. The floor is covered with dead leaves

that give a melancholic and cold touch to the sinister landscape. They stop the car,

both get out of it, and start a walk around the place, they start at the square, which

still conserves as a characteristic symbol, a huge fountain from which the delicious

pure liquid of an "Eye of Water" gushed out. for a great variety of flints, and colored

stones that we can only find in places like these. In the town next to the reservoir

there was an old flour mill. The peaceful silence that surrounded them was abruptly

disturbed by the thunderous sound of a Bell. Its sound was of such magnitude that

Claudia did not last long, and decided to cover her ears with her hands. When the

silence returned, Claudia and Christopher went to a small church that was seen in the

distance, and from which came the loud sound of that bell. They slowly entered the

small church and what they saw with the naked eye, at the foot of the pulpit, a priest

asking to pray for the soul of all, before the terrible event that could possibly occur in

a few hours. On the wooden benches in the first rows they observed an elderly

woman, praying on her knees and with a rosary in her hands, we can barely see her

face since it is covered by a black veil. Behind her, we see what appears to be a

family, the father, the mother, and two little girls. A little further back, an elderly man

and a young woman, all were very attentive to the words of the priest. At the end of

the row of benches, there is a man, elderly, at first glance he can be somewhat

unpleasant, since his appearance is disheveled and dirty. Approximately twenty minutes passed.

Everyone present went to the town cemetery, except Claudia, Christopher and the

priest who stayed in the place talking about this legend. The Priest told us horrible

stories about that nocturnal creature. Unimaginable stories that chilled your blood and

could invade your dreams. He revealed to us that that vampire was nailed to her

coffin with talisman stakes that by means of a magical ritual prevented the dead body

from leaving the tomb, when night came. Hours passed. They were all already in the

cemetery. The sun set, and black clouds quickly covered the sky, fierce gusts of wind

whipped the place, the branches of the trees were shaking violently, hysteria had

taken hold of everyone, screams and cries were heard, but among all those noises ,

the priest's voice rose higher than the others and implored God and cursed that

atrocity. The wind stopped, the calm returned to flood the place with its silence.

Thank my God! They all said, but. From among the majestic trees that surrounded the

cemetery, a flock of black crows was seen that pounced on everyone present, without mercy.

Claudia began to scream, petrified at such atrocity, she was immobilized by terror,

two meters from Anarethia's grave, while the ravens kill everyone else, surrounded by

black fog, being consumed by an insatiable hunger. Blood began to flow towards the

closed tomb.

From the earth, a bony hand with huge claws began to come out, soon we can see the

entire arm, the pile of earth was moved to one side, while the skull of that being was

slightly perceived, to finally see the rotten thing come out completely body of the

vampire. He still has those huge eyes, red as blood, from his jaw two huge ivorycolored

fangs protrude, he gave off a fetid smell of sulfur, which filled the air.

Claudia watches the monster, unable to do anything but tremble. Anarethia stares at

her, slowly approaches her, takes her arms and gently pierces her neck with her

enormous fangs, while feeding on her, her body regenerates from head to toe, the

bare bones are covered again with tissue , the cheeks returned to their original pale

color. Claudia, lost consciousness while feeling the loss of blood. From among the

corpses, Christopher stood up taking a rock in his hand and without success attacked

Anarethia, she immediately took him by the neck with her left hand, while she

inserted her right hand inside her abdomen, to then remove it abruptly and spread the

entrails on the floor. Claudia was lying, lying on the cold ground, her skin looked

totally pale, with an expression of horror on her face, dead. The cross that adorns her

neck, melted like hot butter. Christopher, lay in a huge pool of his own blood, next to

the entrails torn from his body, which served as a feast for the infernal ravens.

Anarethia, walked free in the darkness of the night, between the trees that seemed to

make way for her, as she advanced, accompanied by her, the one she chose as a

companion for all eternity, with the one who will share her glory and blood, Claudia.

Chapter 2: THE VAMPIRE TREE

This story places us in one of the most emblematic places but at the same time with

more legends in Guadalajara. It is right here where this sinister legend unfolds. It all

started in the colonial era just at the end of the 19th century, more specifically in

1880, when a stranger from old Europe arrived, a man named Jorge, who seemed like

a nice guy, however shortly after and in the midst of the panic of a whole city would

reveal a dark secret. Don Jorge arrived in the small town of Belén, possessing a great

fortune with it he made a great farm, despite always being courteous and engaging in

pleasant talks with all his neighbors, people did not know his origin and when

someone asked him where he came from Shrewdly he changed the subject, so the

mystery of Don Jorge began to disturb the most curious. It gave other people the

chills just to hear his name pronounced, because he always dressed in black and took

long walks late at night. But everything was going relatively normally, with no major

problem than the gossip of the people. However strange things began to happen soon

after. One morning, at dawn, after some people saw Don Jorge go out for one of his

usual night walks, as usual, they found dead animals in various parts of the town. The

strange thing is that they had been bitten on the neck and did not have a drop of blood

inside. However, the official theory concluded that it was a rare disease that afflicted

poor wild beings, but this hypothesis did not convince those who knew Don Jorge

more closely. Only a few weeks passed when it was not only animals that were found

dead. Several people, including minors, began to appear on the streets of Guadalajara

completely drained, lifeless. Not more than three days passed when several neighbors

agreed to monitor and spy on the strange neighbor, because they were convinced that

Don Jorge was a vampire. One night these people organized to chase him, they

waited in hiding until the moment when Don Jorge left his house at night and at that

moment they followed him stealthily, however they did not know that he could hear

everything they were saying from afar. They followed him into a dark alley, but when

they entered there was no one, they had lost sight of him, as if he had disappeared

into the shadows. Suddenly coming out of the darkness one of the guards was

distracted and Don Jorge took advantage of the moment to cling to his neck, piercing

the jugular veins with his fangs, taking his life. Thus it had been confirmed that Jorge

was a creepy vampire. In those moments they tried to hold him back but terror

invaded them and he managed to escape. A few weeks of that passed and Don Jorge

did not appear anywhere, on his farm there were only his workers and maids, but no

sign of him. Only the breath of those he had killed knew where he was. They sought

the help of a priest to capture him, who at the request of several people went to Don

Jorge's mansion to wait for him, but the townspeople were sure that the only way to

get rid of the vampire was with a sharp wooden stake, the same that the priest

sprinkled with holy water.

They searched for him for a long time, for many nights, but without success, while

terror continued to seize the soul of the city. One night a watchman managed to cry

out for help, as the vampire stalked him. Shouts were quickly heard throughout the

valley and several people came out with torches and saw Don Jorge with bloodshot

eyes trying to escape. They chased him to the Bethlehem pantheon where he wanted

to hide, but when cornered he was knocked down, then he was held between more

than ten men and the priest drove the stake as deep as he could. As it was buried in

her chest the vampire screamed and swore to the dark winds that she would return to

take revenge on everyone. In that same place, Don Jorge the vampire was buried

drowned in his misery, but a short time later a tree began to grow, breaking

everything that surrounded the tomb. The branches and the imposing of what is now

known as the vampire tree has left the belief that the moment the tree is cut down or

the roots finish breaking the tombstone the vampire will return.

Chapter 3: THE DREAM EXPERIMENT

«The men of science did not imagine what this world hides, but they ignore almost

everything. Sages interpret dreams, and demons wait for their moment».

It all started back in the 50's, at that time the first KGB investigations began to

control people's minds, a team of Soviet scientists tried to discover what were the

limits of human resistance and for this they decided to take carried out a terrifying

experiment. They selected five political prisoners with the idea that if they passed the

test they would be released. For this, the men proposed that if they stayed awake for

30 days, they would deprive them of sleep for a month, but if they succeeded they

would release them without charge. The KGB officers visited several prisons to

which they selected five of the apparently best candidates, prisoners whose mental

health was good and their physical appearance was very acceptable. The subjects

were led to a closed room, without windows, it was about 30 square meters, for five

people it was not excessively large, rather small. In it a series of catering of various

foods had been arranged, enough for that month and numerous books to distract them

and try to make time pass faster, there was also a latrine and the ages of the

candidates ranged between 20 and 60 years. In that gray concrete cubicle a vent had

been arranged, from that vent the air circulated, there had also been a system whereby

from time to time those vents through which the air entered, a stimulating gas was

dosed that prevented the prisoners from being able to falling asleep In that instance, a

series of microphones had been installed and an old camera had been placed in order

to observe the prisoners to see how they reacted and what they were doing.

Everything was ready to start the experiment on November 1. Initially the

participants seemed calm, they were sure of being able to pass the test successfully, in

fact they were happy thinking that after that month of captivity they would be

released. The first five days were very quiet, normality reigned, boredom was a bit

overwhelming and the first symptoms of sleep or the desire to sleep began to arrive,

but of course they could not sleep because the gas they inhaled prevented it. Their

conversations and activities were monitored and it was observed that they spoke of

the traumatic incidents of their childhood, little by little the general tone of their

conversations took on a darker aspect. Everything began to get worse from the sixth

day, the test subjects began to show a kind of fatigue, fraught with nervousness, as a

constant stress, sometimes you could hear slight moans and they began to show

severe paranoia. The subjects began to mutter alternately and conspiratorially into the

microphones in strange ways, all seemed to believe that they could gain the trust of

their captors if they betrayed their comrades, although it was believed anyway that

this was only an effect of the gas.

The days passed and they reached the ninth, where everything got quite sinister. On

the ninth day what was once whispering turned into shouting. The test subjects began

to argue among themselves, even throwing books, the situation seemed to become

very tense. One of them started screaming and running around the room, screaming

desperately for 3 hours straight, then he tried to keep screaming but only managed an

occasional yell. His voice seemed to have worn out, so the scientists thought that he

had physically destroyed his vocal cords, but the most surprising part of this behavior

was how his classmates reacted to him or rather how they did not react, they just

continued muttering into the microphones until the moment other of the test subjects

started screaming. At that time two of the test subjects who were not screaming, took

the books, tore the pages and covered them with their own feces, then pasted those

pages on the walls in their entirety, until they were completely covered. After which

the screams of his other two companions suddenly ceased as did the murmurs into the

microphones. Three days passed after that, the researchers constantly checked the

microphones to make sure they were working properly because it was impossible for

five people to not produce any noise. In fact, oxygen consumption indicated that the

five were still alive and not only that, said oxygen consumption was what five people

would consume while doing strenuous exercises.

In the morning of the 14th is when things started to get more dangerous. The

scientists did something that was not contemplated in the experiment because it could

alter it. They tried to attract the attention of the subjects and used the intercom inside

the room, thereby waiting for a response, as they feared they were in a plant state or

dead. The scientists announced «We will open the room to check the status of the

microphones, stay away from the doors and lie on the floor with your hands behind or

we will open fire, one of you will be granted freedom if you obey». To their surprise,

from the microphones they heard a phrase «We don't want to be free», said one of the

prisoners. There was a great debate between the scientists and the military forces that

financed the project. They tried to contact the test subjects through the intercom, but

there was no response so it was decided to open the room at nightfall on the 15th. The

gas was removed from the room and instead only fresh air was sent. Immediately

some voices in the microphones began to be heard. Three different voices begged for

the gas supply to be replenished, yet the plan went ahead and the doors finally

opened. The test subjects screamed louder than ever as did the soldiers who had to

enter and who witnessed the horror. One of the participants was dead, by then the

worst was yet to come. By opening the bedroom doors they were able to witness the

atrocities and insanities sleep deprivation can cause in a human being.

The food rations for the past five days had not been touched. There were chunks of

meat from the dead subject's ribs and calves placed into the drain in the center of the

room, blocking it, causing four inches of water, blood, and body pieces to collect on

the floor. The four survivors were seen to have pieces of skin and flesh torn from

their bodies. It was also discovered that they were produced by his hands and not by

his teeth, as was expected at first, because the tissues of his fingertips were destroyed

and some of his bones were exposed, in addition it was discovered that most of the

wounds were self-inflicted. But all that damage was not superficial, in fact the skin

and organs behind the ribs of each of them had been removed, while the heart, lungs

and diaphragm remained in place. The digestive tracts of the four subjects could be

seen working directing food, but not just any food but their own chewed meat, which

they had been ripping and eating over the course of the days. Most of the soldiers in

the facility were Russian special forces, but even so many of them refused to return to

the room to remove the prisoners, as they had been very shocked by what they had

seen. For their part, the test subjects kept insisting that they be left inside and begging

and demanding that the gas be turned on again to avoid falling asleep. Due to this

same attachment to gas, it was very difficult to get the subjects out of the room as

they put up fierce resistance during the extraction. A Russian soldier died when one

of the test subjects bit his neck, another soldier was seriously injured when another

test subject bit his femoral artery and testicles, but that was not all, as five other

soldiers lost their lives , if you count those who took their own lives in the weeks

after the incident. Not only the wounded soldiers were injured in this confrontation,

one of the test subjects damaged his spleen and began to bleed almost immediately,

an attempt was made to sedate him but it was impossible, because not even with ten

times the necessary human dose of Morphine was controlled, as he continued to fight

like a surrounded animal, thereby breaking the ribs and an arm of one of the doctors

who tried to help him. The prisoner's heart beat at maximum for two more minutes,

while he continued bleeding and continued screaming for more than three minutes,

savagely attacking whoever came near him and repeating the word "MORE" over and

over again, each time weaker until that fell silent. The other three test subjects were

heavily immobilized and taken to different medical facilities. Two of them with intact

vocal cords, continually demanding more gas to stay awake. The most serious of the

three was taken to the only surgery room that was in the facility and there, as well as

the other test subject with the wound in the spleen, when this man was tried to sedate

to be able to place his organs instead, he was also completely immune to these

sedatives, the ones normally used in such cases and indeed he fought furiously when

the anesthetic gas was being placed on him. However, it was tried with another type

of experimental anesthesia that finally paid off. The moment he closed his eyes his

heart stopped. An autopsy found that his blood contained three times the normal

amount of oxygen. Other survivors, who were the first to start screaming with their

vocal cords destroyed, he could not object to the surgery and only reacted by

violently shaking his head in disagreement and despair when the anesthetic gas was

administered, he even affirmed violently with his head. Someone suggested doing the

operation without anesthesia and he didn't even wince. This is rarely done in a sixhour

operation in which he tried to replace his abdominal organs and cover them with

what was left of his skin. However, it was almost impossible that the subject was

even alive. A terrified nurse who assisted in the surgery commented that the patient's

mouth formed a smile every time his eyes met and crossed hers, as if that procedure

was routine and not an operation that would cause extreme pain without any kind of

anesthetic as in your case. When the operation was over the subject looked at the

surgeon and began to make guttural sounds as if trying to speak, with everyone

present assuming that the test subject wanted to say something important. The

surgeon handed him a paper and a pencil, so that the patient could communicate. He

wrote: Keep cutting. After that, it was decided to do the same surgery without

anesthesia on the other two subjects. However, this time they had to be injected with

a tranquilizer, as they constantly laughed, so much movement made it impossible for

the surgeon to perform the operation. Being under the effect of that drug they could

only interact with their eyes, when they were able to speak again they demanded

again that they be given the stimulant gas to which they were subjected at the

beginning of the project. So the researchers tried to find out why they hurt themselves

and why they wanted the gas again. The only answer they got was I must stay awake.

While the test subjects that were left alive were being cared for, the investigators

faced the fury of their military benefactors for having failed in the project's goals and

as a final order they demanded the euthanasia of the prisoners. However, the

commander, a former KGB, saw potential in the project and instead decided to see

what would happen if the subjects were exposed to the gas again, although they flatly

refused the scientists had to agree. When the subjects found out that they were still

exposed to the gas they again stopped fighting and just let themselves go. At the time,

the three survivors were trying very hard to stay awake. One of them murmured a

song, the other mute subject fought with the ties that tied him to the stretcher that was

transporting him, although his desire was not to escape but to get to the room as

quickly as possible with the gas and finally the third subject kept her head on the

pillow and blinked rapidly. Just before the prisoners were put back into the room with

the gas, an EGG monitor was fitted to them, so their brain waves could be monitored

to the surprise of the researchers. The subjects' waves were normal most of the time,

although it appeared to be a straight line as if the subjects were suffering brain death.

While this data was being analyzed, a nurse noticed that the eyes of one of the

subjects were closing, at that moment her brain waves changed to those of deep sleep.

Then the machine showed a straight line as a sign of brain inactivity and

simultaneously her heart stopped. At that same moment one of the two remaining

subjects, who could still speak, began to beg to be put into the room with the gas, just

at the moment when his brain waves completely disappeared. Right there, the

commander ordered that the room be sealed with the two subjects and also with three

of the scientists, one of those scientists selected, being chosen to necessarily

accompany those beings, took the weapon of one of the soldiers who was near him

and with her He shot the commander, killing him with a shot between the eyes. After

that he aimed at the mute prisoner and blew out his brain. The scientist finally

pointed the gun at the last prisoner left, while the rest of the researchers escaped.

Before the soldiers took the weapon from him, the scientist said: ‒They won't lock

me up with that thing, not with you. What are you? I need to know it. The last

prisoner smiled and said, ‒Has he forgotten me so easily? We are you, we are the

madness that is enclosed in all of you, we are the madness that begs to be released at

every moment of your lives from the depths of your animal minds, we are what you

hide from in your beds every night. We are what sleeps, silences and paralyzes when

they go to sleep‒.

Chapter 4: THE WATCHER

«I see a dream that you have not dreamed, a world that you have not conquered. The

mind has no end in this world of madness».

The Brough family had been in their new residence for just over two weeks, where

they had moved in in the summer of 2008. It was a nice colonial-style mansion at

1084 Buckhead Ln, Westfield, New Jersey. USA Mr. Brough had recently been

promoted to vice president of Liberty Mutual a Insurance Company, a major New

York insurance company, and the Brough family amassed a large fortune in a short

time. There came a time when they could afford to buy the house of their dreams,

worthy of their new social status, after years of hard work. It was summer and one

night Steve and his youngest son Jeremy were coming from playing on a baseball

field not far from their home. Despite his young age, the boy was already pointing out

ways in this sport. When they got home, they passed the mailbox where Steve

realized it was not empty and decided to look inside. He didn't expect to have

correspondence so soon, since they had recently moved, but he still did. He found

invoices from the former owners, propaganda, and among all that was a white

envelope written in marker. When he saw that, he was very surprised so he decided to

go inside the house, to find out what it was about.

‒Son, go see if dinner is ready, will you? He said, hiding his obvious suspicion.

‒Yes dad, ‒said the boy, entering the house, continuing to play with the baseball.

Upon entering the house Steve went straight to his office to read it in private. He

flipped on the light switch with the edge of his hand and settled into his seat.

He opened the envelope and began to read its contents, that was when his nightmares

began. The letter read like this:

LETTER FROM THE WATCHER

Dear New Neighbors of 1084 Buckhead Ln,

Let me welcome you to the neighborhood. 1084 Buckhead Ln, has been my family's

fixation for decades and now as his 110th birthday approaches, I have been given the

charge of watching and awaiting his second arrival.

My grandfather owned the house in the 1920s and my father inherited it in the 1960s.

Now it is mine.

How did you guys end up here? Did the 1084 Buckhead Ln attract you with its inner

voice? Do you know the history of the house? Do you know what 1084 Buckhead Ln

hides within the walls? Why are they here? I'll find out. Do you need to fill the house

with the young blood I requested? Better for me.

Was their previous home too small for the growing family? Or was it greed that made

them bring their children to me?

When I know their names I will call them by them and attract them to me. I asked the

Shapiro to bring me young blood and they seem to have listened to me. You don't

want to make 1084 Buckhead Ln unhappy. You have children, I have seen them. I

think there are 2 that I have come to count. I know another is on the way, but I don't

think you know. Would you like to know who I am? There are hundreds and hundreds

of cars that drive past 1084 Buckhead Ln every day. Maybe I'm in one of them. Look

at all the windows you can see from 1084 Buckhead Ln. Maybe I'm on one of them.

Look out of any of the many windows in 1084 Buckhead at all the people who pass

by the house each day. Maybe I am one of them. Welcome, my friends. Welcome.

Let the feast begin.

«The Watcher».

Suddenly disturbing thoughts rushed into his mind. When he finished reading that

letter, he brought nothing but oscillating and blind darkness, which invaded his

moonless soul. Was it just a joke? What or what was the purpose of that letter? And

more importantly why?

That was too creepy for Steve. It could be a simple joke but it didn't seem like it to

him, so without thinking twice I grab the phone and call the police. The officer in

charge of his case was the officer, Ralph Edgerton, and it can be said that he could

not do much. To begin with it was a simple letter, a letter that could be a joke or a

tantrum that any neighbor, a jealous and envious neighbor or simply anyone who

could not buy that mansion. And secondly, this "the Watcher" has not attacked

anyone, he only wrote some somewhat creepy things and apart from that he did

nothing else. However, to leave Mr. Brough a little more calm, the police officers

asked him a few questions, if he had any enemies, if there are more people interested

in the house, if he had a fight with someone recently and to all Steve answered no.

There were two more interested in buying the house, but it must be said that they both

retired before them. They did not fight with the price, they did not haggle, they

directly moved away and on the other hand obviously the growing fortune of the

Broughs caused envy and misgivings in everyone who knew them. People at work,

friends, family, a lot of people were envious of them, but he thought that none of

them could do something like that. After spending the whole night at the police

station Steve got in the car and drove back home and once there he told his wife

everything. Mary Ann was as shocked as he was. Mary Ann was a woman of her

house, she dedicated herself to her housework and in her spare time she wrote science

fiction stories, which she sold to a small local magazine. The next morning the two of

them wrote an email together to send to their former owners of that house, Timothy

and Andrea Shapiro, two retired chemists who lived there for more than 20 years. In

this email, Mary Ann transcribed word for word the entire letter from the "Vigilante".

She presented the letter, her impressions and also asked the Shapiro if they had

received other letters similar to that, to which they replied affirmatively. The day

before selling the house, the Shapiros received a somewhat strange letter, the letter

was signed by a certain "Watcher" and he thanked them for taking such good care of

the house during the last 20 years, among many other things. He asked them to bring

young blood, to sell the house to a family with children, but when they read that they

thought it was a joke, so they took the letter, tore it up and threw it in the trash. Steve

and Mary Ann, they couldn't take it that way, the letter from the Shapiro was very

kind, but the one they received was practically a threat. However, the days went by.

That letter had aroused some fear and nervousness in the family, but the days went by

and nothing happened, so they directly pretended nothing and went on with their

lives. It should be noted that the first days strange noises could be heard in the attic,

on the floor above, but they did not give it importance. Although at certain times they

were very careful, they tried to carry it normally.

Best they didn't trust anyone in the neighborhood. Anita one day playing in the

attic found an old doll inside in an old solid acacia wood trunk. Since then the little

girl would not be separated from it. At noon the children were playing outside in the

garden with their dog Oko, a 5-year-old black German shepherd, while Steve and her

wife discussed the unfortunate issue surrounding their lives.

Even so, and even if they did everything

‒How did I know you're pregnant? Steve asked. Why did you not tell me?

‒What? His wife exclaimed.

‒Who wrote the damn letter knew it, why?

‒Do you want to calm down Steve? Children will hear you. I was thinking of telling

you, I was just waiting for the right moment... ‒ He answered uncertainly.

Steve holds up a glass of wine while nervously expounding his theories.

‒He knew Mary Ann, tell me how did he know? ‒I ask.

‒How do you want me to know? You're the only one who knows, now... Nobody else

my love. I don't know who that person can be, ‒she said, trying to reassure her

husband. ‒This seems like a practical joke, honey forgive me, I should have told you

when I found out I was pregnant. She exclaimed, when she took him leaving the glass

of wine from her husband's hands and leaving it on the kitchen counter. They both

hug, comforting each other.

The police advised them not to tell anyone about the "letters." Since the

«Watcher» knew that if they were afraid he could do anything, so they decided to

integrate into the neighborhood to see if someone would be out of line. They used to

meet neighbors with children, they went to barbecues, they were nice to everyone,

but every time someone made a strange comment Steve and Mary Ann, they went

into paranoia, in fact a neighbor once said the following:

¡What a joy you have children! ¡That house needed young blood!.

And automatically Steve when hearing this called the police and accused the

woman, he had no evidence but no doubts and for the simple fact that that woman

said those words «young blood» for him there was no doubt that it was the «Watcher»

but unfortunately that lady had nothing to do with it.

June 18, One hot summer afternoon they were visited by the local priest, a

pleasant middle-aged man, who had known the family for several years. Father

Thomas Wimmer took the liberty of entering the Brough house by not getting a

response from them. Holding a briefcase under her arm, she called again insistently in

a loud voice, walking through the dressing room, next to the main stairs. Since there

was no answer, she decided to go up the stairs to the second floor, but not before

leaving her hat hanging on a coat rack next to the mirror, in the main entrance. Going

up the stairs they began to hear some murmurs and chilling laughter. As the priest

climbed the stairs the laughter of a girl became more intense. The father stood in front

of one of the doors of the rooms upstairs and with the knuckles of his right hand

knocked softly on the door. Knock Knock. He didn't get an answer either, so he

decided to enter the room without hesitation. There was nothing strange there, it was

just the room of Anita, the Brough's youngest daughter. On the bed was the girl's old

doll. She did not care and put the briefcase on the bed and took out a bible from

inside. The father went to the window at one point and saw the children playing ball

with their dog. Father Thomas tried unsuccessfully to open the latch on the window,

after taking one last look, outlining a smile, he retired from the window holding the

bible in his hands and opening it in half, placing it on the girl's bed. In those

moments, the sharp buzz of the flies perched on the glass of the windows caught his

attention, that made him uneasy, after hearing the dry knock of the door closing

abruptly from the room. That reveals a certain nervousness and disturbance in the

priest. With a cloth handkerchief he wiped the sweat from his forehead, when he

finished, he put the handkerchief away and took a stole from his briefcase, which he

kissed on a gold-colored embroidered cross, before placing it on his shoulders. The

buzzing of the flies began to be heard louder and louder, when he turned around he

saw that there were more flies crowded in much of the window pane, avoiding the

situation as if nothing was happening, he placed the stole on his shoulders. The flies

were already occupying much of the window frame and a large number of dozens of

them did not let the sunlight enter. He began to feel discomfort and with both hands

he lightly massaged his temples in circular movements, aided by the fingers of both

hands, but even that did lessen the pain caused by the noise. The thunderous noise of

the fluttering of hundreds of flies crowding on the window pane. The sweat was

noticeable on him and it intensified more and more with each passing second, fearing

he would lose consciousness at any moment. Some of those flies had settled on the

face, the head and in some places of the fabric of the cassock. Father Thomas, trying

to keep his composure, took one last look at the window, until a severe abdominal

pain made him sag, but he still endured the intense pain. The terrible pattern of terror

was drawn on his face. The noise was louder and louder as time passed and the pain

intensified by the minute. That terrible buzzing pierced to the extreme the prayer of

the Holy Father, who saw how his forces were failing as the dark force took over his

senses. Finally the door of the room slowly opened and a macabre psychophony was

heard, which said: Get out.

The priest, still with some flies covering his bald head, weakened, got up from the

floor, still holding the bible in his hand, walked weakly until he staggered out of the

room. He went downstairs with severe abdominal pain and once at the entrance he

vomited on the porch.

On June 19, Mary Ann is inside the house organizing everything for dinner. That

same night the phone rang. The call came from the home of Father Thomas Wimmer:

Mary Ann picks up the phone.

‒Yes tell me. -I ask.

‒Mary Ann, I am Father Thomas," he replied nervously. ‒Mary Ann, do you hear

me? The phone emitted a strange noise that made it impossible for them both to hear

each other.

‒Hey, who is it? ‒She asked, but no one answered, she only heard that strange

noise. Mary Ann, pressed the call unblock button several times, but it was useless, no

one answered.

‒Mary Ann, if you can hear me... I beg you to listen to me carefully...,‒he said

while trying to establish communication, but suddenly he suffered a burn on his hand,

which was holding the phone, that caused him to immediately drop the device.

‒Say, say… ‒Mary Ann said, before hanging up the phone. Father Thomas

quickly went to the bathroom to clean his wound. By observing his hand carefully, he

could see that he had second degree burns on the palm of his hand.

03:15 in the morning, Steve wakes up suddenly that same night, hearing strange

noises, like whispers caused by the wind. He went into the hallways of the house and

briefly checked the children's rooms downstairs. The window of Anita's room was

open, immediately her father went quietly and closed it making as little noise as

possible, so as not to wake the little girl. She looked out the same window to see that

there was no one outside on the street. He walked in his footsteps, until he left the

room, closing the door gently. But I kept hearing those creepy whispers in the

hallways of the house. That night it was very windy outside and unexpectedly she

found the dog lying in front of her son's room. Upon reaching the door of the room,

Oko got up and with submission greeted his master waving his tail, the dog received

the affectionate caresses from Mr. Brough for being a good dog. However, when

opening the door of the boy's room a strong smell came out of there, the air was

heavy, but that did not seem to affect at all the deep rest of Jeremy, who was sleeping

peacefully. However, something inexplicable disturbed Steve, there was something

dark in the environment, something that he could not explain .. He remained for a

moment listening silently and staring at each of the changing forms that the shadows

that reflected the light that came from the windows took. Oko, meanwhile, crept into

the room and settled on the rug next to the bed. That gesture seemed to reassure Mr.

Brough, who left the door ajar and returned to his bed, next to his wife. No one

noticed that there were some flies crowding the window frame of the boy's room.

The next morning Mary Ann returned from shopping, went into the kitchen, and

began to store the food in the refrigerator, on various cabinets and shelves. Steve's car

was not in the garage, indicating that he was not at home. A foul smell caught her

attention, which forced her to cease her activity. A strange sensation ran through her

senses for an instant, something was wrong or that was what she imagined. Mary Ann

came out of the kitchen to better check her suspicions, but there, in the hallway, there

was nothing. As she turned to continue with her chores in the kitchen, she was scared

to death when she saw her daughter suddenly behind her.

‒Daughter, I wasn't expecting you, what a scare you have given me. Are you

coming to help me? She said jokingly squatting down and placing her hands on her

daughter's belly lovingly.

‒My friend Sophie wants to play hide and seek. Can I go play with her? -said.

‒Well, you can go upstairs and play for a while, does your friend like cookies too?

He said smiling.

‒No, I don't think so, ‒he said with a certain spirit of disappointment.

‒No? Come and play, I'll see you later, darling, ‒she said, accompanying a certain

pat on the butt in an affectionate farewell.

Mary Ann, prepared to telephone the parish of the city, since the day before she was

waiting for the visit of Father Thomas. She completely ignored what happened at the

house yesterday.

‒Yes, this is Mary Ann Bough, could I speak to Father Thomas, can you please

come in?" -I ask.

‒Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Bough, I'm afraid Father Thomas is not feeling very well

today and is resting. ‒He claimed. ‒I am Father Michael Owens, can I help you with

something? He continued saying.

‒Ah, Father Owens, we had arranged for you to come to bless the house yesterday,

but we will wait for you to recover, I don't think it's something serious. ‒said.

‒The symptoms are stomachic, but he's fine. Mrs Brough, was Father Thomas at

your house yesterday? -I ask.

‒We were waiting, but he didn't show up. -said.

‒Well, I'm sure he went to see them. ‒He claimed.

‒That's not impossible, we were at home all day. ‒He claimed. ‒Nothing happens,

it must have been a misunderstanding, the most important thing is that he recovers. -

continuous. ‒Tell him that as soon as he gets better, come see us. Mary Ann said.

‒Yes, I'll tell you, thanks for calling Mrs. Brough. ‒He said, hanging up the phone

thoughtfully.

At one point Mary Ann took the keys from the shelf and went out into the garden,

motivated by an internal impulse she approached the mailbox and there, again she

found a second letter from the «Watcher» a letter called «for the Broughs», which

read like this:

LETTER FROM THE WATCHER

For the Broughs:

Welcome back to your home at 1084 Buckhead Ln. I have been very busy with the

children. I still remember the days of your move, you unloaded cars full of your

personal belongings. The dumpster was a nice touch. I was wondering if the workers

would find what is hidden in the walls. In time, you will end up doing it.

I am delighted to finally know your names and those of the young blood that you

have brought me, Anita, Jemy, the truth is that you say their names very often. What

is the name of the child on the way? Georgie, isn't it?...

The 1084 Buckhead Ln, is happy that you are in my bosom. Years and years have

passed since young blood ran through the hallways of the house. I noticed that your

daughter uses a painting easel.

Is she the artist of the family? You should see what she draws when I accompany

her in her thoughts. Have you already found all the secrets that the house hides? Will

they ever play young blood in the basement or are they too scared to go down there

alone? I would be very scared if it were them… It is far from the rest of the house. If

you were upstairs you would never hear them scream.

I see you sleeping in the attic and your children sleeping together on the second floor.

It is so lovely. Do you reserve the rooms facing the street for something or someone

special? Whose young blood will run through my veins again? I'll know when the

little one is born, the last of the Broughs. On the 6th of the month... I will save that

for later... I'll eat! Actually, I'm already salivating.

All the windows and doors at 1084 Buckhead Ln allow me to walk in, see you and

follow you with my eyes as you move through the house. Who am I? I am the

vigilante who has been in control of 1084 Buckhead Ln, for most of the last two

decades. The Shapiro family has passed it on to you. It was their time to move in and

they very kindly sold it when I asked. I pass by many times a day. 1084 Buckhead Ln

is my job, my life, my obsession. And now you will be, too, Brough family.

Welcome to the fruit of your greed!

Greed is what drew the last three families to 1084 Buckhead Ln and now it has

brought you to me. Have a good night. And keep in mind that I will be stalking you.

«The Watcher»

When he finished reading it, the unease was so intense that it seemed to take shape.

When he recovered a few seconds later, he crumpled it up and stuffed it into the back

pocket of the Shorts he was wearing. Mary Ann walked into the kitchen and closed

the door and leaned against it, catching her breath for a moment. When she opened

her eyes and saw Steve's car approaching from the window, she calmed down a little

more, settled down and continued with her usual chores.

‒Steve and his son Jeremy came into the kitchen. ‒How are you darling? ‒She

asked affectionately while hugging her son as only a mother knows how to do.

‒I'm fine mom, it was nothing. ‒said. Those words apparently calmed her mother's

stifled mood.

‒Dr. Payne said that I am trying a sudden drop in blood pressure, but with rest it

will be fine. Steve said.

‒Honey, why don't you go to your room, I'll prepare something for you, will you?

‒said. Jeremy left the kitchen and went to his room.

‒I don't know, if it was a good idea to buy this house, very strange things are

happening, you know I don't believe in ghosts and those absurd things, but I don't

want anything to happen to the children. ‒he claimed.

‒Mary Ann, I know you're nervous about the letters, but you see that nothing

happens. Everything is fine, and everything will be fine. It was just a joke from the

neighborhood. Steve said.

‒I hope you are right. I really do. Ah! I think Oko is sick, I had to clean up some of

his vomit the other day. ‒He claimed.

At dawn that same night, footsteps were heard climbing the stairs. A ghostly

shadow was seen walking through the corridors until it vanished into darkness. It

didn't take more than a few seconds for one of the doors to the empty rooms to open

mysteriously. At that moment Mary Ann woke up screaming from a nightmare. 3:16

a.m.

‒AHHH! THEY KILLED HER WHILE SLEEP! She yelled, waking her husband.

‒It's nothing sweetheart, calm down, it's just a nightmare. Steve said trying to comfort

her with a hug.

June 20, Friday, 3:56 p.m. Father Michael Owens, along with Father Thomas

Wimmer, were driving toward the Brough house. Thomas was frankly very upset and

seriously concerned for the family, given the horrible experience he suffered two

short days ago in that same house. He had clear suspicions that incarnate evil, malefic

beings from other dimensions of the lower astral lived there.

‒Father? Father Owens said.

‒What? ‒he ask.

‒You don't think we'll be rushing, don't get me wrong, I don't doubt your

theories, but do you really think you can? He said worried.

‒I don't know, the only thing that worries me is getting to that house as soon as

possible. Father Wimmer said, clearly affected and still weakened.

He kept driving the car. Father Wimmer, showed symptoms of fatigue and weakness,

by Owens's judgment he was not in a position to carry out anything they were going

to do.

‒He is okay? Owens asked, looking at him worriedly.

‒Yes, yes, don't worry about me anymore, I'm fine, fine, fine… ‒he stated

without doubting his intentions, holding his forehead dramatically. Minutes later,

something started to go wrong.

‒Father? He asks exalted.

‒What happen? He asks, with a certain unease. ‒I think the steering wheel is

blocked. I affirm very nervous. -I can not control it. - He said scared, trying to control

the situation.

They both try to control the car, while the car increases its speed, as if it had a life of

its own.

‒The address has been damaged. Father Owens said, trying to control the car. He

circulates on the road without control, until several meters collided with a sign in the

rest area. Coincidentally, there are some flies inside the car, the same ones Father

Thomas found at the Brough house. They are both extremely scared, especially

Father Thomas Wimmer, who can't get over what happened, cold sweat beading on

his forehead.

5:27 p.m. Mr. and Mrs. Brough, accompanied by their little daughter Anita, who

always carries with him his inseparable doll that he found in an old trunk in the attic

of the house, named Sophie. Once a year the whole family gets together at Aunt

Rose's house to celebrate her birthday, a kind of family tradition. This time Jeremy

couldn't go because of his illness, but he stayed safely with babysitter Cathy. Once

they arrived at Aunt Rose's house, she greeted them with special fervor when she saw

her family.

‒Hello, hello, what a joy to see you, how was the trip? Aunt Rose said when

she saw her family at home. Come in, come in… ‒said the old woman.

The house was located on Sherwood Rd Colony, New Jersey, a few miles from

Westfield, where the current residence of the Broughs is located. These

coinciding with her birthday went to visit the old woman. Aunt Rose was a close

relative of Mary Ann, more specifically her mother's sister, who helped raise her.

She was a widow for a few years. The couple had no children and she lived alone

with her two Persian cats. Despite her advanced age, she had an enviable agility.

After a long and pleasant conversation over the table, finishing the desserts

Anita was invited by Aunt Rose to the playroom, where she had a room full of

toys and dolls of all kinds and eras that she kept a year ago, for when she had a

child, but unfortunately she never had children and now she saves all those toys

for when her little nephews come to visit her. At one point during the visit and

taking advantage of the fact that Anita was not with them, they confessed to Aunt

Rose that a few days ago they had received strange letters from a certain

«Watcher» and that disturbed them a lot and they did not want the children to

know anything about it. that matter, then Aunt Rose told them the dark history of

that house.

‒A long time ago, it happened in the early 1920s when a family, the Alcala,

settled in Allentown, Pennsylvania and started a funeral business. Charles and

his two older sons Carl and Sheldon Alcala began selling coffins, caskets, and

various decorative objects for funeral ceremonies. Soon the family business

prospered and they began to earn thousands of dollars from the sale of funeral

homes, amassing a great fortune. One day they decided to move to New York to

get more profits and expand their business. The old woman said, as she told the

story. The Broughs listened very attentively to every detail of those words. "They

bought several houses and one of them in Westfield, where you now live. Soon

the parties and excesses arrived, great businessmen were invited to those banal

parties and orgies. People of all kinds came to those parties, but above all elitist

and from a good family. But one night someone called Gerard Szandor-Levy, of

Hungarian origin, showed up. He was into witchcraft, rugged and macabre

things. He was always dressed in black, he had long straight black hair, his large

nose, his excessively thin lips, the skin on his hands was bluish-white, with a

medium goatee and mustache, perfectly trimmed. He was a regular customer of

the Alcala family, who one day happened to be in New York and was invited by

them to one of these parties. Thus began the curse in Westfield. He that night

proposed to the few guests who were still at the party, to hold a séance with the

so-called wicca or ouija board. It is said that nine people participated, among

them was one of Alcala's sons, who found the experience very exciting, he was

really very excited. Gerard began to utter unintelligible words, which no one

understood, taken from the "book of seven stars" book of spells and black magic.

It refers to the seven most powerful demons in hell. Nothing is known about

what happened in that session, but soon his ostentatious fortune led to ordeal

and disasters for the Alcala family. Charles saw his young son die of tuberculosis,

Charles himself said that he began to see ghosts haunting the house, after those

incidents his wife separated from him. His eldest son Carl continued with the

business for years, getting to marry a beautiful and wealthy businesswoman and

had three twin daughters with her, who would take care of the business and the

house in the 60s, not much is known about said twins, it is said that they ended

up ruining their businesses by spending all the savings of the Alcala Family, only

one son remained who in recent years rented the old mansion to survive on the

condition of guarding the house and taking care of fixing the damages that they

produced the wealthy tenants. Soon the morbid obsessions of that boy named

Jayne Alcala attracted attention in the neighborhood. He liked to spy on women

while they were having fun in the pool, but that was not enough for him and he

fueled his murderous instincts, he began to kidnap beautiful women and kill her

in the most horrible ways possible in his watcher house. It was said that he was

possessed by the devil. In the 1990s he disappeared without a trace and no one

else knew of the last of the Alcala. ‒Affirmed the old woman, finishing explaining

the story of the strange family. At this point Mary Ann took a crumpled paper out

of her purse and handed it to Aunt Rose.

‒What is this dear? Aunt Rose asked.

‒It is the last letter we have received. ‒She said shyly, looking at her

husband, who at that moment was confused with the situation.

‒Why did you not tell me? Steve asked, somewhat annoyed.

Aunt Rose asked for silence and began to read the crumpled letter. The old

woman took off her reading glasses closely, stared at both of them. She suffered

mild nervous convulsions, causing disturbing images to be projected into her mind.

‒Is okay Aunt Rose? ‒Mary Ann asked worriedly.

‒You have to get out of that house as soon as possible. She said alarmed. -

Why? What happens? Steve asked scared.

‒Hurry, your family is in danger. He said with determination.

The Broughs said their goodbyes to the old woman, picked up their little

daughter Anita, and all got into the car back home to Westfield.

9:09 p.m. Cathy Allit is the babysitter who looked after Jeremy that night. She

entered his room with a tray with a plate of hot soup and a glass of milk and cookies,

which she set on a side table and placed it next to Jeremy's bed, who was lying on the bed.

‒I don't think I'm hungry, but thank you, ‒he said as he delighted in watching Cathy.

It is not for less at 19 years old, she was already a woman. There was an

unmistakable sign of innocence in her, of a sweet and formal girl. he boasted a golden

crucifix on his neck, a sign of devotion and a good believer. She always has a smile

on her face, a small nose, and freckles on her face. She has green eyes and wavy

brown hair. She wore comfortable clothes to be at home.

‒Eat before it gets cold. ‒said. I'll close the windows, ‒I think it will rain tonight,

Jeremy you have to have dinner, you must go to bed soon, your mother has told me

that you have been ill. ‒She kept saying.

‒But I don't want to go to bed soon... Can I watch TV? Jeremy asked.

‒There will be no TV today, no games. I have to go to bed early, you have to obey

me. He said kindly. ‒I am old enough to do what I want. Jeremy replied.

‒Be behave well and finish dinner to give you the medicine. Cathy said, as she

approached the wardrobe the rocking chair, which was right next to the bed, began to

move slightly, rocking on its own axis, as if someone were sitting in it. Jeremy was

totally absorbed when he saw her move. The closet door slammed shut. Cathy

immediately tried to get out, but something was blocking the door.

‒Jeremy? Open the door. He said seriously, controlling his nerves. ‒Jeremy, do you

hear me? I'm in the closet, open me, please. She continued saying. At that precise

moment the door of the room closed with a loud bang. The blow was so strong that it

alerted the dog, who went up the stairs quickly. As if it were a strange connection

Anita came with her parents on the way home, but they did not realize that the girl

was drawing absorbed in her sketch pad in the back seat of the car, without raising

her head for a second. Concentrated, she did not notice that to her right her old wrist

was moving, with slow and precise turns of her small porcelain head looking at Anita.

The doll seemed to be in complete control of the situation. Anita's mind was

completely controlled by that being. Thin, slimy tentacles emerged from the doll's

back and slowly slid down to touch the girl's back, where they rose to the nape of the

neck and once there, they slightly pierced the skin and entered. In each line she drew

with the marker and showed a scene more frightening than the next. Macabre scenes

of creatures without defined forms, hooves and claws. Protruding tentacles of

demonic beings that escaped human understanding. However, her father was still

focused on the dark road, as if nothing was happening. Nothing seemed to alter the

state of normality that they supposedly lived, but the reality was that they entered

another dimension. In a place where there were no stars, just an endless road to nowhere.

9:23 p.m. Brough House. Oko, upon reaching Jeremy's room, began to bark

furiously by the door. At the same time, Cathy's fear increased as time went by locked

in the closet. It seemed that the two parallel realities were simultaneously connected.

‒Jeremy, what are you doing, can't you hear me? He said, pounding on the door.

‒I'm not kidding. Jeremy open the door right now. ‒She said very scared. The boy

was lying with his eyes with gray pupils and writhing monstrously on the bed. A

black, viscous liquid was pouring out of his mouth. He was completely beside himself as poor Cathy begged for help.

‒Jeremy, for God's sake, open the door. Please. She said, begging ruefully and very scared.

Oko, he kept barking uncontrollably while with his front legs he desperately

scratched the door to get inside. Jeremy slowly rose, totally immobile and

unconscious towards the ceiling, as if there were no gravitational force. The bedside

lamp lights began to blink uncontrollably. It seemed that time had stopped in that

place. Anita, however, continued to draw those awful things on her drawing pad with

her paintings, her eyes turned completely black from where black tears fell, which

fell down her sweet cheeks, rushing onto the drawing pad.

Mary Ann, in turn, slept peacefully in the front seat, next to the driver. Outside the

dividing lines in the asphalt were the only thing that could be seen with the car's high

beams. Consequently the walls began to crack slightly from the dark energy

emanating from Jeremy's room. This one was suspended in the ceiling covered with a

Hymenoptera species, something similar to a common wasp, but with different

features, of the same length as these and black in color. Soon they began to weave a

giant hornet's nest inside her body. Horror merged with the snapping of skin, flesh,

bone, and veins, being severed by the tiny jaws that cut at the same time like blades,

with the interest of the executioner who laughed in the dark. Cathy desperately

begged to get out of the closet. A ring of madness gripped her mind darkly, haunted

by her fear, shocked, yet frightened by what the darkness murmured. A shapeless

texture accompanied her in there, it is something that she only saw and could not

explain after leaving there. A being that any mortal would not dare to utter even in her

worst nightmares. When a new day began, the Broughs could not absorb such horror

when they reached their Westfield home. They found the chilling macabre scene

inside Jeremy's room, totally eaten up, high up on the wall. Poor Cathy Allit, was

admitted to a sanatorium, when she left the wardrobe since she had lost all rationality,

and it was said that what came out of there was not human. The Broughs were totally

devastated by the loss of their two young children that night. Steve and Mary Ann

moved to his mother's house in Baltimore. Several days passed, without being able to

forget what had happened, until they received a message on Father Thomas' cell

phone. He wanted to propose a plan to Steve. So on June 29, they met at Westfield

Parish and made all the preparations to return to that haunted house. They were

determined to end the curse that embraced the people of Westfield. That same night

they arranged everything they needed and headed there. Everything was calm, but

Father Thomas, could not judge his condition well, when he got there he began to feel

ill, with a slight dizziness that prevented him from advancing on his steps. There

were still the police tapes: CRIME SCENE - DO NOT CROSS.

‒Father Thomas, are you okay? ‒Steve asked concerned.

‒Yes, yes... let's get this over with. ‒He affirmed encouraging Mr. Brough to

continue.

They both approached the house carefully, they were fearful but determined. They

checked that no one was in the vicinity. They uncovered the gasoline jugs that they

had on top and they prepared to empty them on the walls, porch, exterior doors, all

around the perimeter, around the mansion. Steve struck a match and tossed it just to

ignite the gas. Soon it began to burn, at which point they both escaped. The house

was engulfed by fire and it was never known who might have done it. Currently 1084

Buckhead Ln, it was rebuilt by the city council to serve as a wax museum, thus being

able to revive the ghosts of that house again.

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ROOM B340

DIARY OF ALEXANDRE

September 28. Not long ago I thought about writing a story about a haunted hotel room, when inspired by a story I saw published in the newspapers of the Queen Mary hotel, I was encouraged to do so. My wife was not overly enthusiastic about the idea that she went to spend a single night at the Queen Mary, given its reputation as one of the most haunted and paranormally active places in the world. Well, it is worth mentioning that my wife was never amused that I wrote ghost stories, but not only do they make the bills pay, but I am passionate about writing about lurid and mysterious things. I understand her point of view on this matter, to a large extent I also understand her concern. But there is something in horror stories that ends up seducing us in a strange way. I think that what scares us varies a lot from person to person and that fear means something different for each of us, because fear is not the same for everyone. Fear is one of those sensations that accompany us in life from the moment we are born until we die. It is that anguish that we feel when something bad happens to us (or we believe that something bad will happen to us) and our body and our mind try to warn us of the tragedy that looms over us. There are very few things that can be as irrational and at the same time as logical as fear. But hotel rooms have something creepy about themselves. Something that leads us to travel to the depths of our mind, which warns us that we must be alert. Sometimes I wondered when writing my notes in my journal about room B340. How many people have occupied that same bed? What sensations would they have when being inside room B340? How many of them were sick? How many of them cut their tongues when they saw themselves in the mirrors? How many were losing their minds? How many of them hanged themselves in the small dressing room, next to the living room? If you want to know more, the answer is down the hall.

I

Alexandre Johann Morenz moved with his car from the beautiful city of Corona, which is located in Riverside County in the US state of California. He traveled with his car to Lakewood to a city in Los Angeles, where the fabulous RMS Queen Mary hotel is located. This one is in the port of Long Beach, a few miles from his home in Riverside, where he resides with his beautiful wife Anisha. The city of California is famous for its spectacular film production but also for hosting a large number of exquisite hotels, such as the royal hotel, the Mayan hotel, or the Hilton, to name a few of them, but the Queen Mary has something that the others do not. they have, "ghosts" It is said to be one of the most terrifying places in the world and it is no wonder since its legacy is marked by tragedy. Today the RMS Queen Mary is anchored in the city of Long Beach, California, serving as a maritime museum and luxury hotel. Through the corridors of it echo the echoes of more than sixty years of history, a history tinged with the horror of World War II and not without bloody chapters. Through its entrails, they say, lurk numerous spirits that many have been able to see, hear and even feel. A sailor was cut in half just as the door was closing on door 13. The "Queen Mary" may well rival the buildings of greater paranormal fame. However, the ocean liner is considered one of the most enchanted places in the world.

The Queen Mary was built at the John Brown & Company shipyards in Clyde, Scotland. The Great Depression paralyzed the ship for a time, and it wasn't until 1936 that she finally made her first voyage across the Atlantic. During the first three years of her existence, she crossed the Atlantic, serving as transportation for the richest and most famous personalities of the time. They were years full of glamor and carefree, where Greta Garbo, Clark Gable, Mary Pickford or Winston Churchill himself, among many others, stepped on the decks of the ocean liner. However, darker times came and when World War II broke out in 1939 the "Queen Mary" was assigned to troop transport duties. The ship was then painted with a grayish hue to camouflage it, which earned it the nickname "the Gray Ghost". She played a very important role in the war, participating in almost all the Allied campaigns. By the end of the war it had transported more than 800,000 soldiers and participated in the D-Day invasion. In 1967, after 31 years of service to Cunard, it was finally sold to the city of Long Beach where it made its 1001st voyage before being anchored. there forever. Throughout the history of the Queen Mary, there are numerous reports of strange events that occurred in the most luxurious rooms: the sound of running water from the taps in the middle of the night, and later checking that no taps were turned on; the phone ringing late at night, without anyone making the call; Passengers who complain that the next room makes a lot of noise and does not allow them to rest, however, the next room was found to be unoccupied.

THE FIRST CLASS POOL

This place has restricted access and only guided tours are allowed. In these pools, it is where more strange events have occurred. Many passengers have seen, with a certain degree of horror: how they appear and disappear without rational explanation, ladies in period bathing suits walking along the edge of the pool; the sound of splashing water, as if someone were swimming, when there was no one in the water; At times, stelae have been seen advancing, like those that occur when swimming, but on those occasions nobody swam; in others, the wet tracks of an invisible foot were seen advancing. There have been so many witnesses who claim to have seen surprising events, that in recent years, it has been decided to install a camera.

THE KITCHEN

But these deaths were not the only ones in wartime. During the Second Great War, there was the murder of a cook at the hands of his companions on board. Even today, there are people who claim to hear the cries of the unfortunate cook.

THE CABIN B340

This cabin holds the record for being the least rented. I mean, it has had very few guests. One of the reasons may be because continuous anomalous phenomena are registered in it. In this room a woman was murdered. "I have thought about it a lot since I had the idea, what it would be like to be in there, it must be a unique experience, and at one time terrifying, don't you think? Well in any case let's register to verify it. »

Alexandre Johann Morenz lit a cigarette to calm his nerves. Two fine lines appeared on his forehead as he looked at the great volume of the ship's frame. After taking a long drag on his cigarette, he found the courage and the guts to enter the lobby of the Queen Mary Hotel. He threw away his cigarette, reached out to look at his wristwatch, and saw that it was ten past eight at night. In doing so he couldn't help but think if it would be a good idea. Without looking up and with a firm step he prepared to cross the threshold. He walked down the hall to the reception table, where the concierge, a kindly mature, bearded man of medium height and stocky named Luc Lambert, waited on him.

"Good evening, sir," Lambert said kindly. "Good evening, I'm Alexander Johann Morenz, I made a reservation today," he replied. "Indeed, Mr. Morenz, with permission." He kindly left for a moment to collect the room key. "Here's his key." Sir, let me point out that it is unusual for people to occupy the B340, I daresay you already know why, right? He indicated. "Yes, I'll take care of it, thank you, I'll just stay one night," he replied.

‒I do not want to make him uncomfortable or cause him to change his mind about room B340, but I don't know if he knows that fifty people have died in that room. Coincidentally last week in that same room a lady was trapped in the closet. No one knows why she was trapped, she did not want to explain but it was a miracle that she could get out alive the next morning. ‒She pointed out with some irony.

‒Yes, I am faithfully informed of the events that occurred in that room, don't worry, I'll be careful. She pointed with polite discretion toward Mr. Lambert's statement of concern. Formally registered and after engaging in a light but interesting chat with Mr. Lambert, the concierge and duly informed of the atrocious crimes committed in that room, Alexandre J. Morenz picked up the electronic key and arranged to place his backpack on his shoulder again, in the who carried a change of clothes, a toothbrush and everything necessary for his investigation in the room that night. In which you could find a magnetic field detector, spectrometer, infrared camera to witness paranormal phenomena and even a simple Canon EOS 4000D video camera and EF-S 18-55mm III lens, a notebook and a case with various pens. Items absolutely necessary to make that crazy foray.

Just at those moments, when she was adjusting her backpack over her shoulder, a woman in an elegant red dress, looking somewhat disheveled by the wind she was doing in the street, approached the reception to comment on her reservation. Alexandre met the gaze with some suspicion, just a few seconds with that woman. After settling his backpack he started down the lighted corridor towards the B340.

II

As stated in the reports and in the interviews that he conducted with various people who had previously occupied that room, he was able to verify first-hand that it lacked the gold plate where the corresponding room could be identified. Since the people who visited the hotel, in a certain way they tended to annoy and shake the tranquility of the tenants and later steal said plate. Upon learning of the multiple incidents, the hotel management took the respective measures not to place any identification plate, which was not necessary since the location of said room had no loss, in any case its location was very easy and did not need any specific guidance to locate stateroom B340. Upon reaching the door of the room, Alexandre's face seemed to be contorted into a grimace of uncertainty for an instant. He never thought that one day he would be face to face with his greatest fears, where there had been the scariest cases of murder and cosmic phenomenology, which he had been working on for so long. Where it was said that terrible beasts lurked at certain times of the night to devour you while you slept, where nightmares became so real that the conscience of the unwary could not discern between reality or paranoia.

He glanced down the corridor one last time before entering the shaft where the B340 was located. She was not how he had imagined her, in fact she had seen many photos of that place but the feeling being there was different and it was not at all as he had imagined it. He tried to calm his senses and not get carried away by fear and convince himself that it was just a ship and that everything was going to be fine, as on the other occasions when he had been in a supposedly haunted hotel. Even so, he fearfully inserted the electronic key into the lock and opened the door without problems by turning the handle. He pulled the key out of the lock as a green eye lit up in the lock and shyly pushed the door open with his hand. Was it customary for the lights to be on? Why were the lights on? or maybe someone or something was waiting for him. In any case, they were arranged like any typical cruise ship cabin. He proceeded to enter the room cautiously. An apparent normality and tranquility was breathed suspiciously, as if they were the black clouds, prior to a storm. Once inside she closed the door and placed her backpack on the bed. Sensations and nervousness increased as the minutes passed inside room B340. The uncomfortable nervousness at the very thought of something supernatural attacking him at any moment was unbearable. He tried to calm down for a moment before starting to see everything around him carefully. One of the most surreal features was the color of the walls with a tall reddish plinth on a white background that covered the entire surface of the wall. The numerous messages that she had written on each side of the central column that stood right in the center of the room. On one side of it you could read:

"I was doing my rounds of the the ship hen I noticed that a normally secure room was unlocked. I looked inside and saw a little girl standing in the room. She looked at me, stretched her arms out towards me, and then she disappeared from the room. "

Alexandre found it fascinating and took some photos of each side of the column, where he had written a different story, as well as disturbing. «There were hundreds of nuances and creepy stories that those ghostly writings kept, which gave to write a complete saga of horror stories that my dear readers love to read so much," he thought. Well, another time. Something curious that should be noted is the fact that there were not the typical chocolates that you can find on the bed pillows of any hotel, but instead there were on these two ear plugs wrapped in their respective plastic wrappers. The bedroom was bathed in soft, pale light from the lamps on either side of the bed. The decoration made the location look cozy, something very successful despite its simplicity. A small sitting room with a brown sofa and a pair of black armchairs. A couple of lamps on two nightstands to match the ones on the bed. The Paintings were not particularly notable for their art, but were black and white photos, framed with a simple black frame. The photos showed different personalities who at some point or another in history had stayed in that room of the Queen Mary. Alexander found that there was nothing to highlight in the bathroom, except for a small note next to the central mirror, which invited tenants to perform the classic Bloody Mary ritual, in front of the mirror. That place seemed to induce impromptu invocations to experience some terror in the lives of those who found it funny. No one in their right mind would do such a thing, if they did not have some prior knowledge of magic or basic notions of how to perform a controlled invocation by what could come from beyond. The mirror was immaculately neat, the towels neatly folded, clean, neat, and in their proper places, meticulously arranged for use.

Next to the sofa in the living room was a chest on the floor. A small chest, arranged and with the lid open. It was something quite rare to find in a hotel room. Alexandre approached to check what was inside. Indeed it was a chest with certain objects to practice some kind of experimental channeling. At first he did not give it too much importance, believing that it would be a toy trunk but as he observed it more closely he came to the conclusion that he was facing something of interest. He picked up the old chest from the floor and placed it on the stretcher table that he had arranged in front of the brown double-seater sofa, where he sat down to carefully observe these objects. The chest had a black quartz stone, (black kyanite, mineral crystal) is a magical amulet, which is used as a magical element of protection. Also two thick candles, a Ouija board, next to his marker, and an obsidian crystal ball, which he clumsily placed on the board. At that moment Alexandre felt a cold air running down his back, followed by a nauseating smell that filled the room. Several curious magic objects, which he placed on the stretcher table, carefully and in no particular order. That icy blast slightly moved the curtains, which kept two large circular windows arranged to the outside. Alexandre noticed a slight movement in the curtains and thought that it was a gust of wind.

Immediately he got up and went to the windows to check it and with his hand slightly removed the curtains that covered said windows, they were completely closed on the inside and there was nothing or no one physical to stimulate that movement in the curtain. There is only the possibility that it was due to an unknown entity that could have moved it. Alexandre, he suspected, despite being a good connoisseur of these paranormal and spiritualistic events, since his literary work was especially composed of these themes. Works as remarkable as "The Book of the Spirits" or "Between Heaven and Hell" gave a good account of his work, but despite this he was very impressed by the phenomenon. "You can experience these paranormal energies as often as you like, and you will always be one step closer to conventional disbelief or feeling a dark chill rush down your spine." The fact was that that event encouraged him to unzip his travel bag and take out all the electrical instruments necessary to start capturing any paranormal phenomenon that arose.

Alexandre was very interested in the objects in that chest and he again examined the chest meticulously and in doing so found some strange papers under the Ouija board. They were a series of manuscripts that seemed very old, that when unrolled a lot of cryptic symbols and unknown ideograms were distinguished. There was no way to find out what those strange symbologies meant. They were undoubtedly authentic and seemed certainly not to have been written in a near time, given the antiquity that these objects represented. It could only be invocation tools, passages and engravings that offered highly relevant data from the past. Alexandre began to carefully study the old papyri one by one and began to identify some passages and symbols familiar to him, leaving no room for doubt that they were arcane symbolism, from times after man. Something strange happened while he was doing it, black silhouettes invaded his mind deeper than the abyss. My friend Frank Arnold would love to see these documents, he thought. Those fragments were written in an archaic language of forgotten languages. He did not dare to pronounce what was written there for fear of unleashing some uncontrollable force. I wish I had the knowledge of his invaluable friend Frank Arnold to translate those fragments at that time. He did not dare to even think to delve into certain unpronounceable names so as not to unleash the forces that could remain dormant within those texts. The most sensible thing to do would have been to put it in the chest and forget all that, but something inside him was prompting him to continue investigating at the risk of putting his own life at risk. In the last pages he found something that immediately caught his attention, it was a kind of invocation, but unconventional, some kind of formula, a small list of things to do and say sounded like something evil and forbidden, but I kept reading and discovered certain paragraphs in which fascination and abominable repulsion were mixed, hidden in those yellowed pages, old and strange.

He quickly realized that they were the deeds and signatures of real, dark and very ancient beings. Those pages were possessors of secrets that the world should never know. They were guides, guides to open certain doors and entrances that sorcerers of yesteryear had dreamed of and mused when only a man was young and that led to places beyond the five known dimensions. Feeling that something was changing, she prepared to collect everything and put it back in the chest. Why were they there and in this particular room? It wasn't long before he realized that he was not alone. Some phenomena began to appear around him, such as drastic temperature changes, the lights began to flicker and at times, mocking laughter was even heard. Whatever he was in that place, he had woken up and was really upset. Alexandre asked that identity to manifest itself. -Who you are? He asked nervously, as he held his camera. No one answered the question, and nothing was manifested in any way.

Alexandre, began to record with his video camera any sample or signal that could manifest itself. This was followed by a very strange event, the faucet in the bathroom opened unexpectedly. Alexandre went quickly to the bathroom and tried to turn off the faucet, but in doing so he badly burned his hand with the hot steam coming out of the faucet. The steam from the hot water, in turn, a macabre silhouette was drawn in the mirror, the menacing silhouette had impossible and little understandable forms, with a certain disturbing nature for the rational understanding of any person. However, he tried to remain calm at all times, without losing his temper. It was very important to maintain serenity in the face of these signs of activity from those unknown presences. Those beings were strongly tied to that place and would not allow anyone to alter their domains, to call them in some way. "Those were the kinds of things that the dozens of people who took their own lives earlier in this same room experienced?" or "Were they murdered by some kind of entity with similar characteristics?" He never stopped recording everything that was happening with his camera, while time was moving further and further away from reality. Alexander decided to leave the room because he felt that his life was in danger. And indeed it was, but the door handle was somehow jammed and he refused to turn. He was trapped in room B340, that was something that not even in his worst nightmares would have believed would happen. A disturbing silence could be felt, which was not as apparent as it seemed, but began to manifest itself in mystical murmurs drowned out in tense, agitated conversation with shrieks so high-pitched they pierced the ears. The noise was so loud that it seemed like someone was turning up the volume on any radio frequency. Alexandre began to scream desperately, causing the objects to move from their place abruptly until by a wild impulse he caught the crystal ball and threw it against the mirror of the living room, which was on the sofa. The blow received in one corner of the mirror frame caused it to only break one corner of the mirror, leaving the other half of the glass intact. He totally desperate he tried again to open the entrance door, but it remained locked. «I leaned my back against the door and completely dejected with terror I let myself slide until I ended up sitting on the floor, I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took a few deep breaths until I understood that they would not let me out of there. I convinced myself that I would have to spend the night in there and that I would not have to suggest myself with the stories that I had read and that were somehow invading my subconscious ... it had to dominate me, dominate my nerves, dominate my thoughts, it should not succumb, or give up, I could not allow this to beat me ... so focus on your breathing, breathe and breathe in ... calm. Where is my camera? ... here, here ... very well, not this ... » he continued to calm his nerves for a few minutes. He opened his eyes every so often to check that everything was in order, calm and in place, nothing could be heard, even the frightening curtains of the windows were still. It even seems that the drawing on the mirror had blurred. As he rose and stood, she heard a knock again, then silence followed by vague sounds and some slightly appreciated growl. Surprisingly, the phone rang as if lightning had struck the ground. He quickly replied fearfully:

‒Who you are? He said, scared. ‒Am I the least you want to know that I am? –Said that dark voice letting out a mocking laugh from the receiver. ‒What are you doing here? He asked. ‒With you, you brought me here, I'm not from here. I'm hungry… ‒the voice continued.

He immediately hung up the phone. And she turned her gaze to one of the windows. His main idea was to escape from there, but when he opened one of the windows in the room, he was amazed to see how a dense fog had surrounded the ship. Still he looked for some way to escape. The window was spacious enough for his rather slender body to pass through without a problem, but he changed his mind upon hearing some strange sounds produced by the fog. Distant grunts, and some mysterious little flapping noises could be heard by the window, but the fog was too dense and visibility was poor, you could barely see a meter beyond. When something surprisingly hit the window frightening him. Alexandre retreated into the room and checked with a slap on the curtain next to the window if there was anything there, but he couldn't see anything on the glass. He remained motionless for several seconds and attentive to any noise or movement that might occur, but nothing could be heard. The mist crept through the window into the room, while he just stared out at the thick fog before a loud blow drew his attention behind him, terrifying him. He immediately turned and looked at the crystal ball lying on the floor, next to the stretcher table in the living room. He cautiously approached her, leaving the window open.

-What the hell…? –He pointed out amazed. I observe in detail the crystal ball that was on the floor a few inches from the stretcher table, where it was previously placed. Alexandre glimpsed around him anything that might be suspected of being the object of producing some kind of unexpected phenomenon. The fog continued to creep slowly through the window, while he continued to watch closely for any movement. He walked around the room, muttering in a barely intelligible voice. Those strange noises in the windows continued but he wasn't entirely sure whether to approach… to tell the truth in his state he wasn't sure of anything really. But he had the impression that he was not alone and that the ball had not rushed without any stimulus that had moved it, causing it to fall to the ground. He kept hearing that disturbing flutter, while he kept approaching the window, with some caution.What the hell…? –He pointed out amazed. I observe in detail the crystal ball that was on the floor a few inches from the stretcher table, where it was previously placed. Alexandre glimpsed around him anything that might be suspected of being the object of producing some kind of unexpected phenomenon. The fog continued to creep slowly through the window, while he continued to watch closely for any movement. He walked around the room, muttering in a barely intelligible voice. Those strange noises in the windows continued but he wasn't entirely sure whether to approach… to tell the truth in his state he wasn't sure of anything really. But he had the impression that he was not alone and that the ball had not rushed without any stimulus that had moved it, causing it to fall to the ground. He kept hearing that disturbing flutter, while he kept approaching the window, with some caution. When he looked out of it for the second time, armed only with his camera. The flapping stopped just at that moment. He watched silently for any sound that occurred again. He expected to hear the sound of that flapping again. He honed his five senses to try to figure out what else was going to manifest whatever was producing those sounds. Whose song was piercing to the depths of his soul. Until one of those winged beings came through the window, physically showing himself. Alexandre stepped aside and could see that winged beast in all its splendor. Yes, those were the right words to describe that monstrosity that had just appeared before his eyes. It took his brain several seconds to assimilate that they were projecting his eyes. That being with certain deformities in his armor, caused him fright as well as nausea, by the fetid smell of him. Panic at first did not help him to discern what species such a winged being would belong to, which instantly caused him unspeakable terror, being petrified by fear. That species of insectivore from some unknown dimension rose to perch on the ceiling, over and over again. He walked with some ease despite his small and hairy arthropod legs which helped him to comfortably grip all kinds of structures with his nails. They had a small stinger in their long tail with which they used as defense. Its membranous wings had strange unfamiliar characteristics, and its blackish fur gave it a terrifying appearance. It was something like a common dragonfly mixed with a hammerhead fruit bat, that was the simplest description to define that beast. He had no choice but to leave the camera, momentarily on the bed, which at that moment was hanging around his neck, but not before documenting the phenomenon he was experiencing. After crossing the living room he went into the dressing room and broke one of the rods, which were used to hang the garments on the hangers, those that you put in your suitcases and leave forgotten when you leave the hotel. He thought that this would serve to defend himself from a possible attack by that unknown creature. Another of those critters, with the same characteristics, flew in through the window, which by the way was still open. His objective at that moment was to close the damn window so that no other being or something worse could slip through it. Nervously and glued to the wall taking small steps he finally managed to reach the window and somehow be able to close it, without losing sight of the bugs, which were flitting at will on the walls and ceiling of the room. Alexandre was bleeding from a small cut on his right hand and it seemed that the smell emanating from his wound somehow excited those beings. They began to approach him, at first timidly flying around him. Alexandre, realizing that the wound on his hand was bleeding, tried to cover it against his chest, but the only thing he managed to do was stain his shirt and further upset the creatures that did not hesitate to attack him violently and simultaneously when they saw his white shirt stained with blood.

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