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00:00DIMENSION OF HORROR
00:02The following work is titled, El Jarjacha.
00:08The winds of the Peruvian mountains whispered dark secrets as night fell over the quiet town of Ayacucho.
00:15Between the shadows of the mountains, darkness took shape, and with it, came the sinister echo of an inhuman cry, Ararar.
00:23The cobblestone streets seemed to retain the stories of past generations, stories that spoke of Jarjacha, the demon of the Andes.
00:33At the heart of this seemingly idyllic place lived Renata, a fearless and curious young woman who had grown up hearing chilling stories about the creature.
00:43His grandfather, Don Manuel, used to tell him scary stories around the fire, his eyes shining with a mixture of fear and fascination.
00:53While the other townspeople retired early to their homes, Renata explored the dark corners of the night, hoping to unravel the mysteries behind the Jarjacha.
01:04One night, while walking down a dark, narrow street, Renata heard a sinister whisper that seemed to emanate from the shadows.
01:12The wind carried with it the echo of the Ararar, as if the darkness itself were speaking.
01:17Despite feeling a chill run down her spine, Renata moved forward with a firm step, determined to face the unknown.
01:27Suddenly, a hunched old man, Don Rafael, emerged from the shadows. He was one of the few who claimed to have seen the Jarjacha up close.
01:36His voice was shaky as he recounted his terrifying encounter.
01:39It had been a night like this, when the wind blew hard and hearts pounded with fear.
01:47Don Rafael had crossed a dark corner and suddenly found himself face to face with the blazing eyes of the Jarjacha.
01:54The eyes, like burning coals, fixed on him, and a feeling of indescribable terror enveloped him.
02:01Don Rafael described how his thoughts seemed to fade away under the creature's intense gaze, as if he were being dragged into a dark, endless abyss.
02:12At that moment, reality seemed to distort, and he felt powerless before the demonic power emanating from those eyes.
02:20Renata listened to every word attentively, feeling a mixture of fascination and fear.
02:25Don Rafael continued his story, describing how the Jarjacha advanced slowly toward him, each step resonating in his mind like a deafening echo.
02:36The old man managed to free himself from the hypnotic gaze in time, shouting words of protection and running to the safety of his home.
02:44As Don Rafael spoke, Renata noticed the tremble in his voice, the anxiety in his eyes.
02:49The old man's experience didn't seem like a simple horror story; it was a testament to the darkness that truly dwelled in the nights of Ayacucho.
02:59Renata was left with the feeling that, although there was much more to discover, facing the Jarjacha was a risk few were willing to take.
03:07The night advanced and the shadows deepened, but Renata could not get the story of Don Rafael out of her mind.
03:15As the wind continued to whisper the ararar, he felt a chill run down his spine.
03:22A mixture of fear and curiosity drove her forward, knowing that the path she had chosen would lead her to face the unimaginable.
03:30The moon hung in the night sky, casting a dim light over the silent streets of Ayacucho.
03:37Rumors about the Jarjacha's victims had multiplied, as if the creature had increased its voracity for human suffering.
03:45The blazing eyes had fixed their gaze on innocent souls, plunging them into the deepest darkness.
03:53One of the victims was Martín, a young fisherman who had been found on the dirt road that wound through the mountains.
04:01His face was pale and his gaze glassy, as if he had witnessed unimaginable horrors.
04:07Martin could barely articulate coherent words, but his twisted tale managed to seep through the hollows.
04:14It had been a quiet night when Martin decided to fish in the nearby river, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows.
04:22As he approached the waters, he felt a chill run down his spine and turned to face the Jarjacha's piercing gaze.
04:31The blazing eyes caught him in his dark trance, as if his mind was being absorbed by the creature's malice.
04:38Martin remembered how his will faded as the Jarjacha approached, advancing with gloomy and ruthless steps.
04:46The victim could feel the hatred and evil emanating from those eyes, as if they were windows into hell itself.
04:54His mind twisted under the creature's power, and every thought seemed to be devoured by darkness.
05:00The agony that followed was indescribable.
05:04The Jarjacha not only stole Martin's will, but also inflicted physical pain that defied reason.
05:11The victim felt his brain twist and burn, as if it were being devoured from within.
05:17Every thought was tainted with indescribable pain, and reality itself seemed to distort into a bloody nightmare.
05:26As Martin recounted his experience, the townspeople gathered around him, their faces reflecting horror and fascination.
05:35The story of their suffering spread like wildfire, leaving in its wake a sense of helplessness and despair.
05:42The certainty that the Jarjacha was real and active in their village plunged their hearts into the deepest darkness.
05:50However, among the locals there were those who still clung to the hope of defeating the demon.
05:57It was said that although the Jarjacha was a terrifying creature, it had weaknesses.
06:03Don Manuel, Renata's grandfather, spoke aloud, remembering the words of the old stories.
06:09To scare the Jarjacha, he had to insult himself loudly, filling the air with words of rage and contempt.
06:17The creature, rumor had it, would retreat in the face of negativity, unable to bear the repulsion of its own evil.
06:25Also, someone mentioned using a mirror as a protection tool.
06:30Showing the Jarjacha his own image might remind him of the monstrosity he was, force him to confront the sins that had condemned him to that form.
06:40Hopes clung to these methods, to the idea that perhaps they could expel the demon lurking in the shadows.
06:47The night drew on, and as the shadows deepened, the tension in the town increased.
06:54The echo of the plowing still resonated in the air, but now it was accompanied by loud insults and the dim light of mirrors reflecting the darkness.
07:05Ayacucho was preparing to confront the evil that had invaded their lives, a desperate battle against an enemy that seemed unstoppable.
07:12The inhabitants of Ayacucho woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the oppression of fear in their hearts.
07:20The hours before dawn were a dark and dangerous territory, a time when the creature known as the Jarjacha rose from the depths of the abyss to stalk its victims.
07:32His demonic form, with its flame body and human face, was said to be a reflection of the sins of those who had been damned.
07:40In Doña Mercedes's home, the pain and suffering were palpable.
07:46Her son Juan had been found on the doorstep, his body twisted in a position that defied all logic.
07:53Juan's eyes were glassy, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he had seen the unimaginable before meeting his death.
08:02Her mouth opened in a silent scream, agony frozen in her expression.
08:06Doña Mercedes could barely stand as she talked about the son she had lost.
08:13Juan's childhood memories mingled with the heartbreaking image of her lifeless body, and tears streamed down his cheeks in an unstoppable torrent.
08:23Juan, a young man full of life and dreams, had fallen victim to the Jarjacha, trapped in the demon's relentless embrace.
08:30The victims' stories began to converge into a narrative of terror and grief.
08:36As the people recounted the horrors they had witnessed and experienced, the certainty that the Jarjacha was real became more convincing.
08:45The nights became a spectacle of anguish and despair, and the inhabitants lived in constant fear of becoming the creature's next victims.
08:55Rumors about the origin of Jarjacha spread like wildfire in a drought.
09:01Those condemned to this demonic form were said to have committed the sin of incest, one of the darkest taboos condemned by divine laws.
09:11The evil of their actions had left an indelible stain on their souls, transforming them into monsters that roamed the night, stalking the innocent.
09:19The darkness of night fell over Ayacucho, and the city was plunged into palpable tension.
09:27The sound of the Arara resonated in the ears of the inhabitants, like a call to tragedy.
09:33As the clock ticked toward the darkest hours of dawn, the streets became deserted and the lights in the houses went out.
09:42The inhabitants took refuge in their homes, their hearts filled with prayers and fear.
09:46The faces in the windows reflected a mixture of anguish and determination.
09:52Despite the horror that awaited them, the inhabitants of Ayacucho were not willing to give up without a fight.
09:59They remembered the words of their ancestors, the ancient wisdom that spoke of how to confront the Jarjacha.
10:06The idea of shouting insults and holding up mirrors became an act of resistance against the darkness that threatened to engulf them.
10:13The fourth night of anguish descended upon Ayacucho with an air of despair.
10:20The villagers felt their hearts beating at a frantic pace,
10:24knowing that the Jarjacha lurked in the shadows, waiting for its chance to claim its victims.
10:31Rumors about the defense tactics had spread like wildfire,
10:36and the town had become a battlefield between humanity and darkness.
10:40At Renata's home, grandfather Don Manuel was meeting with a group of people,
10:47all prepared to confront the Jarjacha in case he dared to appear.
10:52The woolen ropes of flame shone in the candlelight,
10:55and the crucifixes were held firmly in the trembling hands of the locals.
11:00The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of fear and determination.
11:05Don Manuel spoke with a firm voice, recalling the stories of the old tales.
11:11The demonic creature had weaknesses, and the people were willing to exploit those vulnerabilities in their fight for survival.
11:20There was talk of loud insults and mirrors, of how revulsion and shame might force the Jarjacha to retreat.
11:27As they spoke, an inhuman cry resounded in the air, a howling that seemed to mock their bravery.
11:34Hearts pounded as everyone turned their gaze toward the door,
11:39prepared to face the evil that lurked in the darkness.
11:43The grandfather stepped forward, holding a crucifix aloft as he spoke words of protection and defiance.
11:50The door opened slowly, revealing a dark, twisted figure.
11:55The Jarjacha had arrived, its flame body and human face twisted into a malicious grin.
12:02The blazing eyes settled on the inhabitants of the room, and a chill ran down their spines.
12:09But they were not going to give in to terror, they were ready to fight for their lives.
12:14Grandpa hurled insults loudly, words of rage and contempt filling the air.
12:19The faces of the locals joined in a symphony of defiance, each word spoken with the firm conviction of facing the demon that haunted them.
12:29The Jarjacha seemed to stagger at the negativity, its form twisting as if it were struggling to stay upright.
12:36Then someone lifted a mirror, and the room was filled with reflected light.
12:43The Jarjacha, who had been about to advance, stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on his own distorted image.
12:51The reflection was grotesque, a twisted version of its demonic form.
12:57The blazing eyes met the image in the mirror, and for a moment, it seemed to waver in its malice.
13:04The inhabitants of the room kept their crucifixes and ropes ready, their defiant gazes fixed on the Jarjacha.
13:12The demon seemed to be fighting his own darkness, as if the shame of his reflected image was consuming him.
13:19A scream of agony resounded in the air, a sound that seemed to blend with the echo of the Ararar, as if the demon were fighting against its own condemnation.
13:29The tension in the room was palpable as the Jarjacha retreated, its form twisting in internal struggle.
13:37Finally, with a howl of pain and fury, the creature vanished into the darkness, like a nightmare that fades upon awakening.
13:45The echo of the Arararar faded with him, leaving in its place a silence filled with relief and wonder.
13:52After Jarjacha's departure, Ayacucho breathed a sigh of relief.
13:57However, victory over the demonic creature had not come without a high price.
14:02The people bore the scars of their struggle, and their hearts were filled with deep weariness.
14:09But the darkness hadn't gone away completely; it seemed to have left a shadow over the people's soul, a feeling that evil still lurked in some dark corner.
14:19The nights continued to be a constant reminder of the threat that had been present.
14:26The inhabitants walked through the streets with cautious eyes, their ears alert to any unusual sounds.
14:33The Arararar no longer resonated in the air, but the fear remained latent, like a wound that never fully healed.
14:41In one of the most remote houses in the village lived Isabela, a young woman who had lost her brother in the fight against the Jarjacha.
14:48Every night, she would lie in her room, staring at her brother's photograph with tear-filled eyes.
14:56She remembered his laugh, his voice, and his smile, and wondered if she could ever find peace after everything she had been through.
15:04One night, as Isabela lay deep in thought, she heard a soft whisper, like the rustling of shadows.
15:11She looked up and saw something that took her breath away, her brother, standing in the darkness of her room.
15:19But it wasn't her brother as she remembered him, his gaze was empty, his eyes were dark pools of malevolence.
15:27Isabella
15:27The figure whispered, his voice echoing like a distorted sound.
15:33The young woman felt a chill run down her spine.
15:36That wasn't his voice, that wasn't his brother's look.
15:41She knew there was something sinister behind that appearance, something she couldn't understand but that filled her with terror.
15:48The figure advanced towards her, its movement slow and threatening.
15:53Isabela stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest.
15:57“Who are you?” he asked in a trembling voice.
16:01The figure smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile.
16:05It was a twisted grimace, full of malice.
16:09I am him, your brother.
16:11The same one who has been watching you.
16:14The same one you cried for.
16:16Tears filled Isabela's eyes.
16:19It can't be him.
16:21He is dead.
16:22The figure laughed, a sound that echoed in the air like a twisted laugh.
16:28Death is just the beginning, Isabela.
16:32We are all part of the darkness now, and you will be too.
16:36Terror gripped Isabela as the figure drew closer, its presence filling the room with an oppressive feeling.
16:44His hands seemed to move on their own, grabbing a crucifix that was on his nightstand.
16:50She held it in front of her, trying to muster the courage to confront the entity posing as her brother.
16:58The figure let out a shrill laugh, as if the crucifix were nothing more than a useless toy.
17:04Sacred objects have no power here, Isabela.
17:08We are beyond that.
17:11Isabela gritted her teeth in determination.
17:14You are not my brother.
17:16You are not real.
17:17The figure paused for a moment, as if his words had had an unexpected effect.
17:24But then his expression changed, filling with rage.
17:28He moved toward her with a swift movement, his hands reaching toward her neck.
17:33Isabela screamed and fought for her life, struggling against the figure trying to suffocate her.
17:39His fingers closed around her neck, squeezing tightly.
17:43The crucifix fell to the ground, out of reach.
17:48The fight was intense, but Isabela was determined to resist.
17:53His hands frantically searched for something he could use as a weapon.
17:57Finally, her fingers closed around a small candlestick that sat on her nightstand.
18:04With all his might, he slammed it against the figure's head.
18:07The figure let out a cry of pain and surprise, taking a few steps back.
18:13Isabela took the opportunity to stand up and run to the door.
18:19She didn't look back as she ran through the halls of the house, her heart pounding.
18:24The night was at its darkest when a group of Ayacucho residents gathered in a corner of the town.
18:30They had heard stories about how to catch the Jarjacha, how to confront it in its demonic form and force it to confront its own darkness.
18:39The final battle was about to begin, and this time, they were determined to end the nightmare once and for all.
18:48With llama wool ropes in hand and crucifixes around their necks, the locals went into the darkness,
18:54determined to end the threat that had plagued their lives.
18:58They walked in silence, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.
19:03Every whisper of the wind seemed to carry with it the echo of the ar-ar-ar, a warning that evil was drawing near.
19:10Finally, they came to a clearing in the forest, a place where the trees stood like silent guardians.
19:17His eyes fell on the dark figure standing there, the Jarjacha, his body like a flame and his human face twisted into a sinister smile.
19:25But this time, the inhabitants did not retreat, they were ready to fight.
19:32The ropes were thrown with precision, surrounding the Jarjacha as he struggled to free himself.
19:38The crucifixes shone in the air, emitting a faint light that seemed to weaken the darkness that surrounded them.
19:45The demon's screams echoed in the air, filled with rage and frustration, but the locals did not give in.
19:51They tied the ropes tightly, ensuring that the creature could not escape.
19:57Dawn arrived, banishing the shadows that had enveloped the clearing in the forest during the night.
20:03The inhabitants of Ayacucho looked with astonishment and fear at the figure that lay tied to the tree.
20:08The Jarjacha, the demonic creature that had tormented their lives, had finally been caught and subdued.
20:16But what they saw at dawn took their breath away.
20:20The shape of the jarjacha twisted and changed, as if the darkness were fading from within it.
20:26The flames that had once burned within his body were extinguished, leaving behind a naked and vulnerable man.
20:34His eyes slowly opened, revealing confusion and fear in his gaze.
20:39The townspeople watched him in silence, not knowing what to expect.
20:44Who was this man who now lay before them?
20:47As the strings were cut, you could feel the tension in the air.
20:51The man stood up, hesitant and disoriented, his skin pale and his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and anguish.
21:01Then a voice rose from the crowd.
21:04He was the village chief, a man of advanced age and profound wisdom.
21:09He looked at the man with a mixture of contempt and distrust.
21:13You don't deserve to be among us, he exclaimed in a firm voice.
21:17You have brought darkness into our lives and tormented us with your evil.
21:22You must be punished for your actions.
21:25The man staggered, the boss's words hitting him like a punch in the stomach.
21:31I, I don't know how it happened.
21:34I don't remember what I did.
21:36Voices in the crowd rose in a chorus of disapproval and anger.
21:41There were those who had lost loved ones at the hands of the jarjacha,
21:44and they were not willing to forgive so easily.
21:48Accusations and threats filled the air, the people venting their pent-up rage on the man lying before them.
21:56The man's wife, a woman with a face marked by sadness and shame,
22:01He stepped forward, his eyes filled with tears.
22:05Please understand.
22:07My husband was not the same when he committed those terrible acts.
22:11Something possessed him, something dark and malevolent.
22:15But his words fell on deaf ears.
22:18The crowd was determined, and the village chief spoke with a cold and authoritative voice.
22:24You have brought evil into our lives, and that is unforgivable.
22:28You don't deserve to belong to this community.
22:31The man and his family were escorted out of the village,
22:35surrounded by hostile looks and threatening words.
22:38The crowd pushed them towards the abyss that stretched before them,
22:42into the dark abyss that seemed to reflect the darkness in their hearts.
22:46The man and his family were forced to cross the invisible line that marked their exile,
22:52her tears mixing with the rain that began to fall.
22:56As they walked away, the words of the crowd echoed in their ears,
23:00If we dare to see you again, death will be your destiny.
23:04The family wandered the unknown paths, without home or shelter.
23:09The darkness surrounding them seemed an extension of the doom they had faced.
23:14The glances they exchanged were filled with pain and resignation.
23:20They had lost everything they knew and loved,
23:22banished by the people they had once called home.
23:26Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
23:31The family survived as best they could, facing adversity and despair.
23:35The man, filled with regret and guilt, struggled to understand how he had gotten to this point.
23:43He blamed himself for actions he didn't remember committing.
23:48Finally, one dark and stormy night, the family stopped at the edge of a cliff.
23:54They looked into the abyss that stretched before them, feeling it reflect the darkness in their hearts.
23:59The words of exile echoed in their minds, reminding them that they no longer belonged anywhere.
24:08The man looked at his family, his eyes filled with sadness and despair.
24:12We can't go on like this.
24:15We can't carry this weight any longer.
24:18The family hugged each other in silence, sharing the pain that united them.
24:22And together, they made the most tragic decision of all.
24:27They took each other's hands and, in a final act of desperation and love,
24:32They let themselves fall into the abyss, uniting their destinies with the dark abyss that surrounded them.
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