I live in Brasil, a country with a vast variety of cultural, racial and religious backgrounds. Most of the population here are Christians (catholic and evangelic). Even thought, there are countless other religions practiced, and many of them have African roots. One of them is called Quimbanda, which is commonly known as the “dark side” of Umbanda (a religion used for good). This darker religion is like the concept that north-Americans have of “voodoo”.

My history happened when I was about sixteen years old. My family had a beach house, and I used to go there on the weekends and summer vacations. My paranormal experience happened in one of those occasions. Since I was little, I’ve learned how the sea had a major importance for many religions like Spiritism and Umbanda. It was common to see people praying, offering things to the spirits through the sea waves (flowers, food, etc.) and it was clear that most of those rituals had good intentions. However, it wasn’t rare to see people who lived in the area and practiced rituals with a clear malicious intent.

The term “macumba” is well known to almost all Brazilians. It is basically an offering to spirits “less evolved” or simply evil (involving animal sacrifices, offering food, alcohol, money, cigarettes and other stuff). Sometimes these rituals are done in front of the beach, close to rivers, woods and even at sidewalks, and most people here have already seen one.

One family that lived right across the street of my beach house were notorious Quimbanda practitioners and they performed this kind of rituals at plain sight several times a week. They were the kind of neighbors that didn’t care for the rest of the community. It was common to see some of them abusing alcohol, drugs and making parties with no regard for the hour of the day.

Apart from all these aspects, this family was at a judicial dispute with another one from the community, discussing the ownership of a piece of land, a few blocks from our street.

This land was located right beside the house of the family they were facing at court. The property was virtually abandoned, with only trees and woods. Besides that, the street there was too creepy, surrounded by ticked forest, with poor public illumination, no sidewalk and a dirt road.

One day, the judicial dispute was settled and the family who lived beside the terrain won. However, the other part didn’t accept well the defeat and promise openly that they wouldn’t just leave this matter be forgotten.

All the community knew that these people were troublemakers, but no one gave to much thought to their words.

The morning after their treat a great commotion happened at the beachfront of our neighborhood. A scary scene was found by the local fisherman. Someone had lit a huge bonfire during the dawn of night in what appeared to be a satanic ritual. In front of the fire was a carefully assembled altar, which consisted of a statue of the devil, a decapited black rooster, a bottle of cachaça (a very popular and strong type of alcohol) and many black candles formed in a circle closed with blood.

After this event, even though no one had any proof, everyone knew who probably did that horrendous offering, and for what purpose.

The same day a friend and I were to go to a pool party that would happen that night.

We left at around 10:30 pm by foot, because we would only have to walk 15 to 20 minutes.

One part of the way, we had to go through the street where the land mentioned earlier was located. If this place was terrible at day, by night it looked 10 times worse.
We started walking and soon could see the terrain and the house that were the cause to all the gossip that happened earlier in our community.

As we got closer I noticed that my friend began walking slower and reluctantly. He then suddenly stopped. I asked him if he was feeling sick or something, his eyes were staring at were the woods ended and the house began, about 65 ft away from us. I could hear him whisper in pure dread “Can you see?”. I them looked to the same direction and understood the reason behind all that fear. Right beside the wall of the house, a figure was standing in the bushes with both arms raised and touching the wall. If the rest of its body was below the grass, it should have at least 7 ft tall, and a very skinny human-like aspect, its color was complete pitch black. Even on the brink of complete darkness, it still stood out, almost as if emanating an aura even darker than the shadow of the night.

What scared me above all was its hands. They were at least 3 times bigger than a normal human, its fingers were long and pointy like spears. Without looking away, I ask my friend to describe what he was seeing and he told me the exact same vision. By that time we were both paralyzed. After half a minute, the thing appeared to turn and instantly I felt a pressure, even breathing became difficult. It didn’t have a face, but I was sure that it was looking at us. Right after I realized this, a strong wind current passed between us, raising a lot of dust. I then turned to my friend to tell him to run. What I saw scared me to the bones. A cloud of dust began to circulate my friend, climbing around his body like a snake. When it reached the height of his face, making the last turn, a head formed with eyes of a bright red. I could feel the pure hatred emanating from it. Then the shape of a mouth and sharp teeth formed in the midst of dust and it came towards me as if it were attacking. When I felt reaching my face, I fainted. I woke up about 2 minutes later with my desperate friend beside. I felt absolutely empty and powerless.

As soon as I regained my senses, we noticed that the thing had disappeared. We just turned around and ran home. When I remember that today, I'm pretty sure that thing was invoked from the depths of hell to do harm to the family who lived in the house beside the land. In the years that have passed, I have never crossed that street again.
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Rogerus
I posted without the spaces, by accident. Sorry :/
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Please edit, if necessary, according to the plataform rules.
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Hey Rogerus, it's okay, just click the pencil icon at the top of your story to edit it. Its super creepy and just needs a few spaces. Nicely done (:
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@Dissolved_Fatale They posted this story without an account originally - Anonymous posts like this can only be edited by us.
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Thank you, DP.  Hope you're feeling better (:
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