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Good evening... Today I'm going to tell a story that my family kept silent for decades. My grandfather Antônio was a tough man. A true backwoodsman. The kind who doesn't believe in ghosts, isn't afraid of the dark, doesn't run from anything. This man started sleeping with the light on. This man stopped going out after six in the afternoon. This man died staring at the corner of the room. And on the floor of the room... there were claw marks. What began with a strange dream and a jar of gold buried under a jujube tree turned into a nightmare that lasted for years—and only ended when the creature finally came to claim what was hers. This is the story of my grandfather Antônio. And I swear it's true. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠️ Watch with the light on. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ If you like horror stories, Brazilian folklore, and hauntings of the backlands, subscribe to the channel and activate the bell — every week there's a new story waiting for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ #goldjar #brazilianfolklore #horrorstory