THE CURSE OF THE HOUSE OF URDESA

This story, as unusual and not understandable as it may seem, really this story had happened to my friend Laura and it was, is and will continue to be the main reason why, I became the most coveted of the reporters and the most famous writer among others.

This story is the beginning of my whole life, and this story marked my professional and private life forever.

Like every story that has happened to me, it always begins with a rumor.

A rumor that can improve or ruin one's life forever.

The rumor was about a house located in Guayaquil - Ecuador, specifically in Urdesa where, they grieve and not only that; rather than, no one has been able to inhabit that house, because those who inhabit the house do not leave that house alive.

After reading, researching and listening to people talking about it, I remembered everything I had experienced up to now and I was petrified, not knowing what to do or say.

This is the first time that, I did not want to investigate, nor did I want to do anything about it.

I just wanted nothing of the paranormal to be in my life but I couldn't do that because my friend Laura was determined to investigate whether the rumors were true.

My friend Laura told me that she was going to live at the house for a month, to see if the rumors about the haunted house were true or not.

I told her not to do it, not to live there, because it is true that the house is haunted but, she didn't listen to me.

The moment my friend stepped on the house, she felt a negative and evil presence.

My friend wanted to downplay what she felt, but she was very scared to forget about it. She began to inspect the house, because she liked how the house was laid out and there was enough wind and fresh air.

It was night and Laura was fast asleep, in the main room, when she felt someone grab her legs and pulled her out of bed.

Scared, Laura got up to see who was with her; consequently, she turned on the light and there was no one.

Again, she decided to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, Laura smelled rotting meat and when she opened her eyes, she saw a totally dark figure and her eyes were very red, as if they were flames.

When my friend turned on the light, she saw that that smell came from that ghost that came true and is a woman with a crazy face and she could see that it had claws instead of nails.

Like my friend, she couldn't get rid of the ghost, all she managed to say was, “I trust you, Jehovah,” and the ghost disappeared, taking her to hell.