Whoever plays with fire will burn.
Day of the Dead is a very special date. The memory of our loved ones makes us feel nostalgic for the past.
Tradition says he must leave a candle burning all night to light the memory of our loved ones.
is on that night when lost souls find their way. Spirits come home to once again feel the love lost. For a few hours, families feel a special energy, a state of happiness to let them know that those who are no longer among us.
I also wanted to feel the fullness, the magic that surrounds the esoteric world.
At midnight lit a red candle in my room. The dim light illuminated the room. I sat in bed and prayed some prayers for my family were fine. The candle seemed to hear, as the flame went up and shook quickly.
After a few minutes I felt a current of air from the dark corridor that I have in front. The door of the room was ajar, so I closed it, went back to bed and covered myself completely.
The dream was winning when suddenly I heard a loud knock on the door. As if anyone tries to get across the force.
I stood there with eyes wide open not knowing what to do ...
I prayed, I prayed with all my strength so that whatever it was to leave. My heart beat rhythmically, as if a fist grip and had to struggle to survive.
After a few seconds everything fell silent.
I looked at the candle wax was shaking and crying too.
My heart was still beating strongly but it seemed that everything was back to normal.
I took the book from the bedside table, still looking for the door. I had not read even half a page when an invisible force slammed him and made him blow. Just can scream, I felt my breathing quicken and panic could get all the hair on end .. My hands were shaking and I thought I was going to faint.
was when several voices at once I whispered in his ear. Weeping woman, unconnected words, shouts and laughter echoed around me. I closed my eyes tightly and covered my ears trying to get everything back to normal.
Suddenly, the screams ceased, but I do not dared to open their eyes, stood motionless with his legs drawn up, trembling in a corner of the bed.
could not describe in words the feeling of terror I felt when I open my eyes ...
around my bed, I watched dozens of spirits with evil.
The coldness of his eyes locked on my retinas making me cry out desperately. One by one they approached me. One by one they were possessing my body while my mind was devoted to the madness. I could feel the energy inside me, I could feel the pain of tearing the bowels. Like balls of fire that slip down my throat and burns my whole being.
panic and despair, I joined as I opened the window of my room and threw myself into the void.
Unlike the others, red candles have a special light. The flame lit in different ways, creating an aura of mystery around it. The red light is like the fire of hell and attract the wandering souls, lost souls looking for something to hold on again.
Now I am a soul trapped in darkness. The attentive look dead nights a flame that leads me to possess a soul and bring me to hell.
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