I survived my mother-in-law's witchcraft (Horror Story)

I want to tell this story because for a long time I was ashamed to talk about it.

I know how it sounds.

I know there are people who will say I'm exaggerating, that it was all in my head, that maybe I was depressed, that maybe I got sick and my mind started inventing things.

And I myself thought that many times.

But I also know what I saw, what I lived through.

I know what I looked like before I entered that house, and what I looked like when I came out.

My story began in a very ordinary way.

I met Antonio when I was in my mid-twenties.

We weren't rich or anything like that, but we both worked hard.

We had our things, and above all, we had a strong desire to build a life together.

He was a calm man.

He never raised his voice, not even when he was angry.

Sometimes too calm, and now I understand why.

But at the time, that quality gave me a sense of security.

When we started going out, he talked to me a lot about his mother.

He told me she was a very lonely woman, that she had suffered a great deal, that she loved to cook, and that she would be very happy when she met me, and that's how it was.

The first time I went to her house, she welcomed me as if she had known me for years.

She hugged me, told me I was very pretty, that Juan Antonio had never brought anyone home, that I must be someone very special to him.

She made me food, served me, asked what I liked to eat, and even told me she would teach me to make certain dishes another day, because apparently Juan Antonio loved them, and the way to his heart was through his stomach.

I left there delighted.

I thought I had gotten very lucky.

Not all women get along with their partner's mother, and I even used to tell Juan Antonio to go visit her.

If we didn't have plans, I would be the one to say, "Let's go see your mom.

Poor thing, she's all alone." And at first he would agree, though now that I think about it, he often did so with a strange look on his face, as if he didn't really want to, but didn't dare say no.

Little by little, almost all of our time together started happening at his mother's house.