Los Ojos del Demonio (Everybody's got a dark side)

I still remember those times when my grandpa told me stories about witchcraft, he used to say that magic was real, and people usually have to deal with demons, when I grew up I thought those stories were pretty stupid, they were kid’s stories, however, my grandpa died a few months ago, he was sick and he was in a hospital for “special people” as my mother called it, was something bad for him. He said a couple of witches visited him and talked to him, every night leaving brands on him behind, and saying meaningless words.

Of course the brands were real, but the doctor said he did them himself, due to his mental status. My grandpa believed in witchcraft to the point of harming himself pretending to be a warlock.

The analysis were logical, but something inside of me didn’t believe them, something i didn’t even understand and I was determinated to know about. My subconscious played jokes on me, inclusive in dreams I feared for my life, but once I woke up I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me, that was all in my head, but I refused to believe those strange things. Weird things were happening in this town, which i recently moved into this one, strange things that makes me want to know more about unnatural, it was like the adrenaline and adventure taking over me, like someone took over me, I was being controlled by someone.