VERONICA IN THE MIRROR

Before telling the following story, I will leave you in writing, what this legend is about, which is real and I was a witness of it, along with two of my friends.

The legend of Veronica is one of the most popular among those who enjoy that chill of terror down their back.

Again, its origin and authorship remain unknown. The story goes that a girl named Veronica participated in an Ouija session without taking the invocation seriously, and was killed under strange circumstances in front of all the participants.

According to one version, since the story varies depending on where it is heard, a chair flew across the room and hit the young woman from behind, causing her death.

Another version points out that it was a pair of scissors that flew off and caused the death of the young woman by stabbing.

What is common to all is the ritual that this story entails.

According to the prophecy, if you pronounce Veronica's name three or nine times (depending on the version), with a book - which is usually the Bible - and open scissors, the ghost of the young woman appears behind your reflection and kills you.

Another of the most widespread versions among lovers of the afterlife is that the mirror is fogged up and the date of your death appears, which, on many occasions, is that same day.

Also, it is said that when you pronounce Veronica in front of the mirror a certain number of times, the doors and windows of the room are closed and the figure of a young woman ends up murdering you.

As it is commonly said: Curiosity killed the cat.

Well, once the legend of Veronica is exposed in front of the mirror, I will tell you the following story that happened to me.

This happened to me when I was twelve years old and it was fashionable, if you can say that way, the OUIJA and at that time, I had only one best friend who was named Katherine Callaghan.

Every time our parents allowed us to go to parties because, they did not always let us go, we took advantage of those opportunities to go and enjoy the parties to the fullest.

It is true that, at that time, the OIUJA was fashionable; but, I was against playing that.

Although I did not know or understand why, something told me that I should not and did not have to play that.

We went to the party of a friend of ours named Beth Donovan.

Everything was going well; until they decided to play OUIJA.

I excused myself because, I think that, by playing that, it is as if we were invoking the Devil and his dominions and for that reason, I stepped aside.

While I was in a corner, watching how they played OUIJA, I decided that, I had seen enough; so, I left that place, to explore other corners of the house.

They were all playing OUIJA; With the exception of Mary Johnson, a close friend of us and myself.

I do not know how long, we were away from them that, we did not hear any noise that, we did not know where they were or how far, we were from the place.

The worst of all is that, everything was dark and too quiet that we decided to return to our respective homes.

We called our respective parents to pick us up and when they came for us, they also noticed that everything was completely silent and dark.

After two days, I ran into Katherine Callaghan at school. As I approached her, I noticed her extremely pale and nervous; which, I found strange because, she wasn't like that.

I didn't want to ask him at that moment what was wrong with him because, it didn't seem like the right time to do it; so all I could do was wait until she decided to tell me what was wrong with her.

Katherine Callaghan, waited for me after school, so she could talk to me and tell me what was really happening to her.

"At first, everything seemed to be going well, while we were playing OUIJA; but, after a few minutes, things changed.

One of our friends who, wanted to see if the legend of Verónica is true, took a Bible, also took a pair of scissors and opened them and finally, pronounced Verónica's name nine times. "

Katherine Callaghan, paused and immediately, I could notice the terror that my friend was feeling at that moment. After a long pause, he continued with the story:

"After pronouncing Veronica's name, nothing out of the ordinary happened, we all decided to do the exact same thing"

He paused again, as if it hurt to remember that moment, and after that, he continued with the story:

"After we all did the exact same thing, all the lights went out and after a few minutes later, the lights came on and with it, the ghost of Veronica appeared.

One by one, Veronica, began to snip them to death, according to how they, our friends, including myself, have done that ritual.

Four of our friends were not only killed with snips; but also, he threw the chair at them, splitting them in half.

Those of us who were still alive started running from one place to another, screaming for help and nothing.

We were filled with a terrible desperation to survive that, we began to break windows and doors; but, without any kind of result.

There was no kind of result because, Verónica closed and sealed everything, although I don't know how she did it; but he did.

In each death, we could hear a macabre laugh, coming from her and that, it scared us too much.

We were really scared that the only thing we could do is pray for our souls and we have written letters to our respective families, asking for forgiveness for everything.

Since he had not reached us, we thought he had forgotten us; but it was not like that.

What Verónica wanted was for us to feel relaxed and think that, so that she could act freely and she did.

In a matter of seconds, Veronica, came to us and started killing us in the same way as the rest.

When I realized that there was only me left, I felt a terrible panic that, I would not know how to explain it.

Veronica, saw me, laughed at me and killed me, at the point of scissors. If you look closely, everyone but you and Mary Johnson are dead.

Get closer to each one of us and you will see how we really look and you will convince yourself that, really, we are all dead "

And that I did. With Mary Johnson's company because, I had to tell her the story, we began to look closely at each of our friends and classmates and we realized that they were really dead.

We did not know what to do. What I remember is that when I woke up, I was in the madhouse, with Mary Johnson.

The two of us were in the asylum for about four years and when we got out, we swore that we would never mention anything about what happened and that we would bury him forever.

And so we did.