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I'm Eli Roth.

I've spent my life telling horror stories.

But imagine if those stories were real.

And suddenly you found yourself stalked and tormented

by an evil spirit, and no one believed you.

These are the actual accounts of terror,

as told by the victims

who came face to face with their demons and survived.

Let me get some of these tears out.

Sometimes things can't be explained.

It's a constant battle that I live with.

Most of the activity happens in my bedroom.

I'm always woken up by like... like, steps,

around the house, which is really scary.

And also, this didn't start happening till this year,

I've been hearing, like, a "mama,"

and I don't have any children.

To be honest, I thought it was normal.

I thought every kid was scared at a young age.

Claudia, what are you doing?

There's something behind the curtain.

It's bedtime, go brush your teeth.

Go!

I would see a dark shadow.

I was always in fear, always nervous, always hearing things.

Gloria!

Back to bed.

Get out!

- Why aren't you in bed? - Mom, it was in Grandma's room.

That's enough!

There was like, something inside the house.

My parents would always tell us, "You're only dreaming."

But my grandma always understood that there was always something there.

I studied sociology and Spanish.

I was excited living alone and being independent.

I'm studying psychology, I wanted to help people.

Hello!

- How was your last exam? - I don't know yet, but...

I can't believe you're not doing your master's!

You're the academic, not me. I'm done with school.

You're here!

I forgot many things.

Your grandma has been asking for you.

Hola, nieta.

Abuela!

You have to protect yourself.

From what? What do you mean?

We don't speak of it, it makes it strong.

Grandma.

Never be afraid.

Always take control.

That's how you protect yourself.

Be careful, it knows you.

- What? - Claudia.

It's time for your medicine, Mom.

You need your rest.

Is Grandma okay?

She is an old lady, she needs to get rest.

It's superstition, doesn't mean anything.

I didn't know what's going on.

My family didn't want to talk about this.

There was a secret in that house!

- My face! - What's happening?

It burns!

What?

What?

Half of my face was searing hot.

My face was on fire. It was burning.

It felt like I had battery car acid being poured into my face.

It was scary not to know what was happening.

Sorry.

Hello?

Claudia, honey, I have some bad news for you.

Your grandmother passed away.

No.

I had much faith in my grandma and I felt like she really took care of us.

My grandma was probably one of the strongest people I knew.

When I feel lonely or when I feel sad, I always think about her.

She was the one who I felt

believed me, never questioned me, never doubted me.

And I believe she protected me in every sort of way.

When she passed away, that's when like, the worst came.

- Hola, Claudia. - Aunt Gabriella.

Are you being careful?

Claudia!

Sorry, my mom wants me.

What's the matter with you, Claudia?

What's going on?

I didn't know what to do.

I felt conflicted, whether or not I was believing this.

If I believe in this, I'm a quack.

Like, there's no way.

What are you doing here, honey?

Honey!

- It's coming! - What's going on? It's fine!

- I need to go to the hospital! - For what?

Please, Mom!

That's when the hell really began.

For three days, I was crying.

They gave me pain killers.

The doctor said it was stress.

But I knew it was something more.

She was obsessed with the old world.

All this superstition.

She said it was for protection.

She had her reasons.

What do you mean?

I'll take this downstairs.

There was a connection between what was going on and my grandma.

There was something no one wanted to talk about.

What are you doing?

My anxiety's worse. It was misery the whole time.

I was absolutely terrified of everything that was happening.

I keep asking myself, why me?

You ready to work on it?

I got to grab my mail.

Are you okay?

What's with you lately?

I never told friends.

Ever.

I worried about people thinking I'm crazy.

I was afraid that no one was going to believe what was happening to me.

Then, came the worst of it.

That's when the real scary thing started happening.

No one could hear me and that's when I was like, "I'm done, I'm done."

thank you.

I wanna sage because I always tend to find that when I talk about it,

it's listening.

They say that doors are portals to like,

ghosts or spirits, I always sage all the doors.

And then I start saging the house.

For me, I feel safe doing this.

I would be crying every day,

looking for forums, looking for answers.

I wanted to make it stop.

I had big hopes in the future, but this was threatening to get in the way.

I went to see six neurologists.

I saw three psychiatrists.

Four pain management doctors.

And none of them could tell me what was happening to me.

None.

I went to a medium and she gave me some candles.

My grandma was always burning candles and I really believed it would work.

My first psychic helped a little.

Like, a week later, everything is gone.

It stopped.

And I was surprised it actually worked.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

It scared the hell out of me to the point where I ran out.

Experiencing these encounters, as a student,

were making my studies really difficult.

You okay?

Rachel and Steve are having a party tonight.

Why don't you come?

I don't know.

You have to come.

I wanted badly to have a normal student life.

I know!

It burns!

Help!

Help!

I didn't know what to do.

I was desperate to find help.

I lost a lot of friends.

I was doing really bad at school.

I felt alone on campus.

Claudia!

You don't understand. No one understands.

You can't run home every time you have a little problem.

I need to come home and take a break once in a while!

Don't you want me here?

- It's not that... - whatever then!

Oi!

My grandma, her passing away was a really scary thing for me

because I felt like I had no one to tell this kind of thing to.

Help me!

Somebody help!

I'm sorry!

I can't...

I saw my body drenched in blood.

You could see a lot of stab wounds, and I was bleeding out.

And that freaked me out.

I didn't wanna go into the psych ward.

The doctor said it was psychosomatic

because of all the stress I was going through.

This was actually something beyond my understanding.

- Be patient. - - It's been years already.

I hate it, I have no life.

- It will get better. - How can you know that?

- I don't wanna talk about this! - About what?

There is something you are not telling me.

There was something no one wanted to talk about.

That there was something going on.

But our family's very hush-hush, "Let's not talk about this."

It was coming for me.

I didn't know what to do, but I needed answers.

Your grandmother never let that thing go.

I don't remember one day she didn't have it in her hand.

Praying for protection.

From what?

Tia?

Please tell me.

Maybe it's time you knew.

My aunt looked at me and she, like, looked scared.

And that's when I learned everything.

Years ago when my grandma was a little girl, there was a witch.

My grandma kept seeing stuff, that, like, you would see at a witch's house.

Like chickens without their heads, blood.

She was insane, and would torture children.

She was burning children and burying them alive.

She would sacrifice babies to the devil.

You would always hear babies crying and screaming,

but the one time that my grandma actually stepped in

was when she saw the witch put a baby in the fire and it was starting to burn.

And my grandma took the baby away from her.

There is a curse in my family.

Claudia, back to bed!

Get out!

It attached to my grandmother.

Be careful. It knows you.

And to me.

When I found out what it was, this secret, everything clicked.

It's passed down from your grandmother to you.

It wants you.

You're the youngest.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

You give it strength when you speak of it.

What do I do?

You fight.

It ends today. This was a huge turning point.

I decided to start fighting back.

My aunt told me:

"You can heal yourself, you can protect yourself."

And she said:

"I'm gonna give you the tools, you can protect yourself."

She would light candles and pray with me for protection.

She literally gave me all of these oils

and she actually taught me how to use them

and how to do the rituals and

she said: "You can protect yourself."

I am safe. I am protected. I am loved.

My higher spirits are always with me and guiding me towards a place of abundance.

And love. And joy.

Nobody can steal my peace.

I am safe.

I am protected.

I am loved.

My higher spirits are always with me.

Guiding me towards a place of abundance.

And love. And joy.

Nobody can steal my peace.

After all these years, I know what to do.

This is when I need protection and guidance I'll take my protection and guidance oil.

I drop like two or one

droplets and then I put it on here and then I say,

I honor you. I value you.

I love you. I protect you.

And that's it.

When you're dealing with things that are paranormal,

it's a whole different beast.

It comes with much more trauma.

I have constant PTSD. Constant anxiety.

Sleep with nightlights, I do the rituals every day.

My family's very supportive of me.

They can see the difference than I was like, a few years back.

If I see anything happening, I know how to deal with it

in a much better way than I used to.

I've become a better psychologist because of this experience.

I never know if it's gonna get worse,

how long this is gonna last and what else is to come.

I'm worried who it's gonna attach to next.

I'm hoping it dies with me.

"Keep us protected, keep us safe."

Because that's a big thing for me is being safe.

Because, there was a time where I really felt unsafe.

Very frightened, very scared.

Full of fear, that's the main intention I say.

Getting my story out there is important because whatever the world

wants to think about me, I don't care, I don't let this entity

feed off my fear.

And I'm hoping others will learn that as well.

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