Early one morning, William woke up in the darkness following a nightmare he could no longer remember. As he glanced toward the edge of the bed, he noticed a thickness in the shadows—a darkness denser than the rest. He was lying against the wall, so there was some distance between them, but as his eyes adjusted, he realized it was an animal: a black dog, not very large.
There was no dog in his house, only a small cat, so the sight seemed impossible. The hound was leaning against the bed, its front paws resting on the edge of the mattress.
Looking closer, William realized it wasn't a real dog; it was like a cloud of smoke. Observing it with precision, he saw the animal was wearing a soccer jersey with dark red and black stripes and a black cap turned backward. But most chilling of all were the human features scattered across its face, which he found difficult to describe. There was a bulge near one of its eyes, and it had no snout. He could only see stretched cheeks, though he couldn't tell if it even had a mouth.
Despite this, he felt no fear. Since childhood, William had experienced paranormal events and seen ghostly beings. He knew they were always around, so he simply stared back at it, unflinching.
Usually, dark entities vanish the moment you look at them. But this one didn't. It stayed there, staring, as if waiting for him to be terrified. William continued to watch it with determination, wondering: Why hasn't this one disappeared? Why isn't it acting like the others?
Whether the spirit heard his thoughts or realized it couldn't absorb any energy from his lack of fear, it eventually faded away after three or four seconds.
A Nahual is a sorcerer or shaman with the ability to project their spirit—and sometimes their body—into the form of an animal. That was what had visited William that night. For some reason, it had appeared to him in that shape.
A week later, William woke up again in the middle of the night. This time, the mist-dog was on the bed, on top of him.
The young man’s head was turned to the side, and the dog was stepping on it with such force that he couldn't move. Despite the creature not being made of flesh and bone, William could feel the pressure and the texture of the black fur. He could also sense a wave of pure rage radiating from it. After a few seconds, it vanished again, allowing him to move. William breathed heavily through his mouth, gasping as if he had been suffocating.
He had no idea what could be angering the animal—or the sorcerer—so much that it would appear so persistently.
About fifteen days passed. One night, just as he had lied down to sleep on his side, he felt a heavy, burning energy in the air nearby. Having been through this before, William knew the sensation of a dark entity, and he began to pray.
The moment he started, he felt something lunging from behind, pinning him down between his head and his back to stop him. This time, William was ready to defend himself; he wanted to land a blow on the shaggy specter. However, the pressure was so intense he couldn't move an inch—it felt heavier than a massive boulder.
For some reason, the dog seemed much larger that day, and in his mind’s eye, he could see its fur was even darker. After a few seconds, the hound suddenly flew upward, releasing him. What the entity didn't know was that, since the last visit, William had kept a hand axe hidden under his pillow. With a swift motion, he pulled it out and delivered a powerful strike through the air, slicing through the animal’s body of smoke.
The next morning, the sound of an ambulance woke William. He looked out the window and saw a crowd gathered around a nearby house. Paramedics were carrying out a neighbor on a stretcher. He was a man who always passed by William's house, scowling at him with a deep, furrowed gaze—simply because William was happy. The man had a long, deep gash across his stomach.
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