This document cites a psychorecording obtained with a Psychorecord p30, which plays sounds that remain unchanged in the air, like an echo of the past. The voice of Esteban Hierro, ten long years remained trapped, like a sort of static energy in a cornfield in the municipality of La Plata, before being rescued by this means of recording paranormal.
"I'm in a cornfield. My name is Esteban Hierro and I'm alive. I must remember who I am. I have to repeat my name several times. I must breathe and remember that monster could not touch me with his claws, but it tries to get into my brain and ahe weaks me the soul with her howling. She tells me to follow her, to come out of the cornfield and I fence with her, that she won't hurt me, I'm tired and confused and what I see in my mind is a dream.
My name is Esteban and I came to this farm to celebrate the birthday of the twins of my friend Julio Santaella. They had just inherit their grandfather's farm and he wanted to give it to his "chinos" as a kind of anticipated inheritance. I found it strange and sad gift the house, but I didn't say nothing. In the decisions of the friends is better not mess, so I let him talk and talk the first night near to the fireplace, where he was cooking those delicious arepas of tradition. I let him tell stories of ghosts and I left him to scream for The Patasola until my skin feels the greatest fear of my life, while we have dinner with traditional disher of our country, as ajiaco, bandeja paisa, empanadas with ají and envueltos. Yes, it was a lot of food for a meal, but equally Julio was always very polite to me. I hoped that nothing had happened, dawn and I would see my fear as unjustified and ridiculous.
I'm in a cornfield, remembering to keep my head. My name is Esteban and that night, the children went to sleep but no adult accompanied them to their rooms and at three in the morning, a howling and laughter rang out in the courtyard, and yes, "me cagué del susto." We came out with our shotguns in the hands and what we saw we can never erase from our minds and hearts: the two children were brutally murdered in the most vile and obscene possible way. I still remember the lost sight from one of the children, looking at me fixed and coldly, and the two headless bodies putted in form of cross. ¡Ave Maria! said one of the neighbors who heard the noise. The faces of the children were very white because she had sucked all the blood that issued their bodies. Their eyes had been terrified and opened for all eternity. The mother of the children fell struck down as by lightning and the harrowing vision stole her life.
Julio shot towards the dying sky while he said "hijueputa condenada" and I returned home and locked myself in the kitchen. When terror relented and I could re-think, I looked for my friend everywhere, but he was not in the yard, or anywhere on the first floor. When I reached the second floor, I heard laughter and murmurs as in love and in my mind I said: "Julio is a berraco," and the love for their children is unparalleled.
In the main room Julio's voice was heard. I tried to get in but the door was stuck. The laughter stopped suddenly and a series of horrendous groans broke the night. I shot at the lock repeatedly and three minutes later I could cross the threshold. On the sheets, in the middle of a sea of blood, was the skeleton of one who in life had been named Julio Santaella, his bones seemed polished by hyenas and vultures. I ran. I walked into these cornfield which seems a maze, I fought for being stronger than the voice that flooded my brain. I must find a way to light a fire soon, I said. I know that corn is loathsome and therefore she does not touch me, she does not catch me with her claws; because to her to La Patasola, she was burned on a pyre of cobs after her husband cuted off her leg with an axe; but I feel that my mind is already weak, I feel my legs walks and out of the cornfield, but it does not already belongs to me.
All it echoed around me and I regained consciousness in a slow awakening. But it was not a normal awakening, but I soon realized it. I did not remember having dreamed and I could not open my eyes. Well, more than anything it was as if I had not eyes to open. Whatever I did, I was surrounded by a uniform and impenetrable darkness. I tried to touch my eyes but the arms did not answer me. Actually it was like I would not have arms that move.
After a coma in life, I woke up and everything was white around me, did I was not in a fight with the lust made flesh? I do not know, I cannot distinguish what is real and what is not. But now surrounded by four walls and a suit which does not allow to me move my arms, I only remember having shot to that bitch with my shotgun, all that is written with blood on the walls is "La Patasola killed your mind and soul."
There were two options. The tunnel off when neurons die or someone came for me to find me and start a new reality. For now I can only wait for death to knock on the door of my room and that nurse who hates metallurgy, especially axes and hates the sweet heat of fire, with my miserable prayers delight herself..."
Are you ready for her? She is waiting for you!
Do not be surprised if you see in the jungle to a beautiful woman who calls you, follow that melodious voice, follows the path of your death. La Patasola is not dead, she is protecting nature while she digs her claws and fangs into your heart.
Profile of characters:
Esteban Hierro:
Blood Type: B
RH: +
Marital Status: Widowed
Birthplace: Bello, Antioquia
Children: 1 (Missing)
Brothers Or Sisters: 3 (All Deceased)
Look the missing daughter of Esteban:
http://www.upload.ee/image/2364280/scare7.swf
Julio Santaella:
Age: 39 years
Blood Type: A
RH: -
Marital Status: Married
Birthplace: Tolima Grande, Neiva, Huila.
Children: 2
Brothers Or Sisters: 6 (2 alive, 4 dead)
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