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Claro Que Tambien Tienen Vida La Realidad De los Juguetes ( Recopilación De Juguetes Malditos #1 ) · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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  My name is Javier, and what I' m going to tell you next
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  is a stage of my life that I long thought I' d forgotten.
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  However, there are things you can never forget, no matter how hard you
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  try. To show this story. It all started when I was seven.
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  At that time I lived with my father, who was a single father.
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  Because my mother was not the most fit person to take care of herself and
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  much less of a child. My father was very good and insanely open.
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  Even in his time he was a psychologist, so he didn' t usually
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  follow the standards that society had to educate a child. I grew up with
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  a respectful and quite pleasant upbringing, which I still remember fondly to this day.
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  From a very early age. I showed that I was a child a
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  bit different from the rest of not r R or r or r was about
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  football, carts or robots, which is why I didn' t usually have
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  many friends and also caused me to get very upset at school. However,
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  my father used to be very understanding about it and never tried to change me.
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  He always said kids used to be different and he always reminded me how
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  special he was. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, we
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  were walking down the street while we were both eating ice cream, talking nonsense,
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  like most of the talks you could have with a seven- year-
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  old. However, just as we went through a stall in a market,
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  I saw something that caught my attention immediately. It was a unicorn was not
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  very large, but enough to draw attention to the naked eye. It was
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  beautiful. It was white, with some stars on its hind legs and the
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  best thing was that both the hair that fell down its forehead and the one
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  that ended up in its tail were vibrant rainbow colors. I was a big
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  fan of unicorns and everything they thought, so seeing such a doll I was
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  completely in love with it. My father, seeing how excited I was,
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  asked the seller how much that unicorn cost, which mentioned a price I don
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  ' t remember, but it was exorbitantly high. It seemed to be very
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  adorable, it wasn' t the only thing I did, because that doll
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  could interact with you with about fifty prerecorded phrases, as well as other functions,
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  which the more I listened, made me fall in love with him more.
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  However, my father was not so convinced because of the price, as
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  well as that he did not have enough to buy it at that time,
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  so he promised me that we would come back another time. For him very
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  sad. I went home that day. It' s been about two weeks.
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  When my father came back from work and was very excited, he told
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  me he had a surprise for me. I didn' t watch as he
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  pulled that beautiful unicorn out of his backpack. I was so happy and excited
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  about that gift that I didn' t ask any questions. I just took
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  it and went to my room to play with it. Some time later,
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  my father confessed to me that the unicorn was selling it at the subway exit
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  at less than half its price, so he didn' t hesitate to buy
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  it for a second. For me, knowing that, I can understand a
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  little why they were selling it so cheap, as they were probably trying to
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  get rid of it. I was barely in my room. I squeezed the
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  unicorn' s stomach, which sounded a childish and cheerful melody before talking.
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  I still remember exactly what he said. He said he seemed to be a
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  very handsome boy and was happy to be my new friend. I remember playing
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  most of the day with that unicorn. It was completely new to me,
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  because it didn' t matter what I asked. I always had an answer.
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  At times like that you don' t question anything because of your age,
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  but if I had been more conscious, I would have noticed that I
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  was saying a lot more than his fifty prerecorded phrases. At first, all
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  I did was answer my questions. However, one day, while playing the
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  vet with him, I remember it lit without me pressing it and questioned me
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  about the bruise on my arm. As I said before, that didn'
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  t make me miss that bruise. I hadn' t caused a boy from
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  my school to bother me and beat me up a lot. Since entering that
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  school, my father had tried to talk to the superiors about the problem.
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  However, this boy was the director' s son and his only answer to
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  any problem was his typical phrase. Children only do childish things. I had
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  already mentioned this boy to the unicorn in some past conversation. However, on
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  that occasion he seemed very upset about what was on his arm and, despite
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  telling him that it was not so bad, since it almost didn’ t
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  hurt, he didn’ t want to leave it like this. He started
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  telling me that I couldn' t let anyone pass over me and what I
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  should make them pay. I didn' t know how to respond to it,
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  as my father used to say that violence only generated more violence, so
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  that was new. I remember questioning him what he had to do, to
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  which his response was simple and concise. I had never thought about it,
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  though to be honest, the idea sowed in my head and was accepted too
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  quickly. I guess I was sick of those ill- treatments I was getting
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  from that kid. I wasn' t an expert on revenge or anything,
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  but I didn' t need to quote him, as that unicorn said he
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  ' d take care of everything and that all I had to do was take
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  him in my backpack to school. I found the precise moment when that child
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  would meet just to put it close and then I would do the rest.
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  I remember questioning him as referring to what he would take care of the rest,
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  but that was a question that was not answered. In spite of that,
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  I decided to listen to him. That day I took him to school
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  in my backpack. I didn' t take it out during class, or
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  anything like that, but I could see the perfect moment when recess was almost
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  over. That kid went into the bathroom when it was too short for recess
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  to end, so there weren' t many people there without thinking too much
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  about it anymore. As soon as I saw the last of the children go
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  out and make sure he was there, I just took my backpack and put
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  it on the floor. I locked the door. The doorman alerted that child,
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  who came out of the cubicle very quickly. I don' t know
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  what happened. After that a brief pause was heard and then screams, many
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  screams. I tried to open the door, but it was as if an
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  invisible force prevented me from doing so. I remember running out in search of
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  some teacher or someone who could help me open the door and in a very
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  short time the bathroom was surrounded by both students and teachers, who tried to
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  open up after a lot of effort, they finally succeeded. They found the
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  child in a fetal position under the washbasins. He couldn' t speak and
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  covered his face. One of the teachers took one of his hands just to
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  let him see three deep scratches on the child' s face. He was
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  questioned what had happened. However, he was so terrified that he could not
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  mediate any words. He was taken to the hospital and that was the last
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  time I saw him He didn' t go back to school and, from
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  what I learned later, the scratch had taken his eye and the boy never
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  spoke again. The only ones who seemed to know what had happened were him
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  and my unicorn, which I had not seen since that day in the bathroom.
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  To be honest, I was too afraid to question him about what had
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  happened. That day. However, my luck didn' t last long.
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  That day, my father had gone out to buy some things for dinner.
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  It was only a matter of a few minutes, so I had left myself
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  alone at home by that time. I was quite upset about everything that had
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  happened. However, I was trying to seem calm in front of my father.
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  I remember watching TV when I heard that childish music, which, despite
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  having brought me quite happiness in a moment. Now, all he brought me
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  was chills. I didn' t remember taking him back home, so I
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  wouldn' t know how he used to get there. First of all,
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  I started looking with my eyes at any place I could be. However,
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  I couldn' t see it. Fear increased with every second passing by and
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  before I fainted from fear, my father arrived. I remember him questioning me
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  if I was okay, as I was somewhat pale, but since the music
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  had stopped just when my father had opened the door, I could not explain
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  the reason. That night, while I was almost completely immersed in the world
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  of dreams, I was awakened back by that music, which now sounded distorted,
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  which made it sound very scary. I remember immediately turning on my night
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  light, which illuminated the room, showing how on the floor, a few
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  meters from my bed, was the Unicorn. He didn' t do anything
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  creepy, he just sat staring at me, I was so close to his
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  da that I couldn' t speak, but it wasn' t necessary.
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  The Unicorn spoke first questioned me because I had not gone to look for him.
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  His voice was different from that sweet fantasy voice with which I used to
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  answer my questions sounded more serious and somewhat frightening. The only thing I could
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  say at the time was that I tried to look for him, but he
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  was gone. I knew he was lying and I was completely convinced that he
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  knew. We were also both silently watching, which seemed to me to be
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  an eternity, although it should have been only about five minutes. Then I
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  braved myself and questioned him what had happened that day in the bathroom. The
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  Unicorn kept silent and only let go I was still in charge. I didn
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  ' t know what to answer about it. I didn' t understand what
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  was happening, but what he said next was that he had taken over and
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  I had abandoned him. The latter part said it with a diabolical voice.
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  The temperature in my room began to drop sharply, which made me much more
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  afraid. At that time, my night light went out and I could only
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  hear that unicorn laughing in a childish way, which increased my fear. Suddenly
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  in a flash, the light lit up back into the room, just to
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  make me see that the unicorn was no longer where I had seen him.
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  Now it was on my bed, right at my feet. The fear for
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  that moment had paralyzed me completely. Despite wanting to jump out of bed and
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  run, I couldn' t do it. The unicorn looked at me with
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  those lifeless eyes and soon questioned me if I was interested in knowing exactly what
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  had happened that day in the bathroom. At the end of saying that,
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  a stinking smell began to flood the room. At the same time, my
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  life night lamp began to flash intermittently. Every time it went on. I
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  could see something coming out of that unicorn. Something frightening was like a man
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  who had little hair and a mouth with sharp teeth, but the worst was
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  his hands, which did not seem human, because they ended up in sharp
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  claws. My lips finally managed to shed a loud cry, which alerted my
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  father, who ran into my room just to realize that there was nothing there,
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  there was no trace of the Unicorn or that strange being. I was
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  just shaking and I don' t remember much more than that night. I
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  think I ended up sleeping with my dad I never saw the Unicorn again or
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  heard from him. I really appreciate it. Over the years, I realized
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  that talking to me like that wasn' t normal. I remember even researching
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  on the Internet about those dolls that not only had fifty pre- recorded phrases,
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  but that, being a toy designed for girls, all of these were
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  aimed at the female gender. Even though the Unicorn addressed me at all times
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  as he did. Today I have nightmares about that last night I saw the
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  Unicorn. I don' t know what it was or where it came from,
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  but I' m pretty grateful that it' s gone from my life
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  and I' m just begging that no one else has it in their possession.
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  My name is Andrew and the experience I' m going to tell you
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  next is one of the most mysterious and strange events, which I have not
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  even been able to explain to this day. It all started when I was
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  14. He had two brothers under the age of ten and one brother under
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  the age of eight. We lived with my mother, who always had a
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  hard time or had the best. She worked hard to keep all three of
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  us, so many times we were cared for by our grandmother. She was
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  a very kind woman and I remember her very fondly. The moment when she
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  had to leave was one of the most painful moments of my life. After
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  the funeral and everything that was involved, the time came when we had to
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  clean my grandmother' s house. My mother had no more siblings, so
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  she was going to do it alone, so she asked me for help,
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  as she was the oldest. The cleaning was quite painful, as everything was
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  full of memories of my grandmother. As I accommodated the things in his room,
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  I realized that he had a trunk in which, when I opened it,
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  I saw that it was full of toys. That seemed a little strange
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  to me, as I could not understand what my grandmother was doing with so
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  many toys. I thought that, since Christmas was close enough, I s
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  s had bought to give them away at parties, although I thought they were
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  all too childish for me, I remember teaching them to my mother, which
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  came to exactly the same conclusion that I had come up with. He said
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  yes, I wanted to take them to my brothers and that I could stay
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  with one of them. I went through the trunk trying to find something that
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  I thought my grandmother would have thought was perfect for me. However, there
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  was not much to choose from. They were all pretty childish and I didn
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  ' t like them too much, or at least this was until almost at
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  the bottom of the trunk I could find a little clown this was quite peculiar.
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  His body was made of rag and cotton, while his hands and head
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  were made of a hard plastic. Her hair was small strips of orange stammer,
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  but without a doubt what caught the most attention was that her face was
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  painted with a sad expression, which made me a little bit or strange for
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  a clown even so I thought it would be a very good thing to keep
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  it forever to remember my grandmother. I remember that, having no intention of
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  playing with him, I sat him on a ledge that was almost at the
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  foot of my bed, I assumed it was a good place. That would
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  be the first thing I' d see when I woke up and the last
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  thing I' d see before I slept and this way I could always remember
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  my grandmother things started getting weird since the first night. I remember I woke
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  up because of some noises, which because of the darkness I couldn' t
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  identify where they came from. I wanted to turn the light on. However,
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  as much as I moved the switch, the light didn' t turn
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  on. I figured this one was gone, so I stopped trying. My
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  sight was increasingly adapting to the darkness. However, he was still unable to
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  see what that was all about. I got out of bed and tried to
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  turn on the light one last time. To my surprise, this time it
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  worked. The light went on lighting the whole room. It was then that
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  I saw that the clown was not on the ledge, rather he was on
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  the floor, but he was sitting in the same position where I had left
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  him on the ledge. That was quite strange to me, but I imagined
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  that maybe he had just fallen and somehow had fallen into that pose I didn
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  ' t want to inquire much about it. I brought him back to his
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  ledge and went back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning,
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  I realized that the clown had fallen back from the shelf, only this time
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  he was not sitting. I was lying there. I thought maybe I put
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  him wrong in my hurry to get back to bed, so, without giving
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  it much importance, I would put him back on the shelf. Because my
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  grandmother had left us with the responsibility of taking care of my younger brothers,
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  she had fallen upon me. I didn' t understand, since I knew
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  my mother had to work that day. My mother had had to take a
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  night shift, so I was going to sleep very late because she was tired
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  and had asked me to give my brothers breakfast I didn' t know what
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  to give them, since I didn' t know how to cook, so
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  I chose to serve them some cereal. While I was serving, I noticed
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  how John, my ten- year- old brother, had some strangers,
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  scratches on his arm, I questioned him what had happened to him. He
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  told me he didn' t know I woke up with them. When I
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  examined David, my other brother, a little more, I realized that he
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  not only had a scratch on his arm, but he also had a bruise
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  on his shoulder. I questioned them about it, but they stood firm saying
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  that I had no idea how it had happened. After some thought I came
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  to the conclusion that they had fought and that they did not want to be
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  discovered. They had both invented that story. That day was Saturday, so
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  I didn' t have to prepare them for school or anything like that.
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  After breakfast, I left my brothers watching TV, while I was getting ready
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  to wash some clothes. The place where we were washing our clothes was a
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  little at the bottom of the house, so I was completely alone. On
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  that occasion, however, I felt quite observed. I couldn' t concentrate
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  on my work, and that' s when I started to hear something very
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  similar, crying tears of deep sadness. I figured they could be my brothers.
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  However, as soon as I went to the room to see them,
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  I found them still watching television, alien to those noises that I had been
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  listening to moments ago. Even when I asked them if everything was all right,
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  they answered yes. I figured maybe they could come from the neighbors,
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  maybe from some baby, because that' s how it sounded. So I
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  set out to do my laundry again. However, when I returned right in
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  front of the door, the clown was sitting there, he was just sitting
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  there He seemed to be seeing me with that sad look. I lifted him
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  off the ground and angry. I went with my brothers to claim to be
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  playing with him. I reminded them that that doll was not for play and
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  that they were forbidden to touch it, but they missed it only denied having
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  taken it and much less put it near the laundry room. I didn'
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  t believe them, because I couldn' t conceive of that as the doll
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  getting there by itself without believing them I took the doll to my room.
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  I put it back on the shelf and this time, on leaving, I
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  locked the door to my room so that my brothers could not go in and
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  take the clown again. For the rest of that day. Nothing strange happened.
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  However, that same night, while taking a bath, I realized that
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  I had bruises on my back very similar to those my brothers had and I
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  was sure that I had not had any blows that would have caused them for
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  the rest of the days. That became a very strange normality. The clown
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  never stayed on the shelf. I always found him on the floor, under
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  my bed or outside my room and no matter how much I accused my brothers
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  of moving him out of the place. They made sure I didn' t
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  touch him. Even David had assured me that that clown was very scary to
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  him, that he had been dreaming about him many nights and that he was
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  responsible for the bruises and scratches, that that we or all of us had
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  been presenting since that doll had arrived at the house. I refused to believe
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  completely that that doll was possessed or anything bad that could be attributed to it,
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  as it was the last thing I had left to remember my grandmother and
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  the last thing I wanted was to relate it to something bad, so I
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  ignored what my brothers said, like all those experiences, and tried to find
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  more logical explanations. However, reality hit me on a stormy night. My
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  brothers had gone to a pillage and my mother had a night shift, so
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  I was left alone at home. That seemed great to me, as there
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  were not many moments when I had time for myself, so I had planned
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  a perfect day full of treats and movies. It was around 11: 30.
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  When I was watching a horror movie, I could hear a few cries
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  were exactly the same as the cries I had heard that day. When I
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  was washing my clothes. Again, I thought it might be some neighbor'
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  s baby or something. I knew I was alone, so it was impossible
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  for me to come from my house. However, the more time passed.
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  Those cries sounded closer to the point that seemed to come right from behind me.
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  The weather did not favor everything that was going on, as a very
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  strong storm filled with thunder and lightning had fallen, which caused my courage to
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  vanish completely. I decided to turn off the TV and go to bed.
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  I remember as I was walking towards my room, thunder caused all the lights
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  in the house to go out and I, for my part, ran as
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  fast as I could until I took refuge under the blankets. While I was
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  under the blankets l of the one of rs that crying seemed to be getting
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  closer to me. Mixed with thunder and rain from the outside. My breath
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  was heavy and quite fearful. I soon felt like something was moving in my
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  bed. I was too afraid to find out and see what was there.
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  However, when I was trying to remember some prayer that could calm me down,
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  lightning lit up most of my room, letting me see how there with
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  me, under the blankets, was that clown, who again seemed to stare
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  at me. The light faded again. I didn' t know how to
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  act or what to do and before I could know it, I could hear
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  a voice saying I' m hungry. There was no doubt about it.
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  The clown had told me the fear. He toured my spine like electricity and
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  made me uncover and run out of my room. I left my house and
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  sat at the entrance until the first rays of the sun began to rise.
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  It was until that moment that I dared to go back in. When I
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  did, the house looked perfectly normal. I went to the room hoping to
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  see the clown on the floor or anywhere, but this one was no longer
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  there. I looked for him, but he was nowhere to be found.
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  It was as if he had vanished. I never told anyone this. So
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  far I don' t know what that doll was or because my grandmother kept
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  it in a trunk. All I know is that I appreciate every day that
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  I' m not in my life anymore, and I hope I never have
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  to go through something similar. The story I' m going to tell you
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  next is the vivid example of how evil can sneak into your home in the
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  least expected ways, as happened to me a few years ago. Ever since
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  I was a kid, I' ve always been interested in fanning out.
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  Nothing I fell in love with that art since I was seven years old,
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  when my father took me to a show with those puppets. I remember getting
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  so excited that that same week my father bought me a little puppet and I
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  practiced and practiced until my act was moderately decent. If I am completely sincere,
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  that was not a very common pastime where I grew up, which is
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  why it not only caught the attention of adults, but also made many children
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  bother me. Still, I never left this hobby, as I really enjoyed
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  it and over the years, I perfected it to the point of turning it
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  into my job. For my twenty- six years I had a collection of
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  ventriloque dolls too big, big guys. There was always room for one more.
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  I saw them as my greatest treasures and always found myself looking for new
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  dolls to add to my school. One day, though, that hobby cost
• 27:03
  me a lot. I was walking towards my house when I saw a bazaar
• 27:08
  that I found interesting. Many of my most precious possessions I had gotten in
• 27:15
  bazaars, so I did not hesitate a second to approach to take a look.
• 27:19
  The things there were quite common used and old books and appliances. However,
• 27:27
  a small gold mine came before my eyes when I saw on one of
• 27:32
  the tables next to many stuffed animals and toys. A ventriloque doll seemed handmade
• 27:37
  and although it looked old, it looked pretty well preserved. He was hand
• 27:45
  painted and dressed in a suit that seemed perfectly ironed. He also had a
• 27:52
  funny bow tie and his hair seemed to be real hair. His eyes were
• 27:56
  almost like those of a human, with the only difference that they shone too
• 28:00
  brightly. They were green and quite expressive. If I had to describe them
• 28:06
  in a word, I' d say they were hypnotic. I remember seeing
• 28:10
  him carefully and the more I saw him the more. I was fascinated.
• 28:14
  That doll seemed to be one of the first ventriloque dolls to exist. Everything
• 28:19
  seemed handmade and full of details. I loved asking the woman who took care
• 28:26
  of the bazaar if she had any cards or certificates of authenticity, which she
• 28:30
  didn' t have. He assured me that that doll had gotten it in
• 28:36
  his father' s basement, which he had died a couple of years ago.
• 28:41
  The lady really didn' t seem to understand the craftsmanship she had in
• 28:45
  her possession. He treated him more like a paperweight and wanted to get rid
• 28:49
  of him. I asked his price and I was surprised by himself, as
• 28:53
  he was far below what I could find on the Internet anywhere else. I
• 28:59
  didn' t even want to haggle. I just paid the price she said
• 29:03
  and took him home. As soon as I walked through the door of my
• 29:07
  home, I remember throwing all my stuff on the couch and putting myself through
• 29:11
  the doll. I could not believe that for that low price I had acquired
• 29:17
  that possession. I remember putting my hand in and starting to use it all
• 29:22
  seemed almost like a dream to me. I don' t know how long
• 29:26
  I' ve been playing and admiring the doll. All I know is that
• 29:29
  as soon as I wanted to know, it was almost 2: 00 in
• 29:33
  the morning. I left him sitting on my couch to go to sleep.
• 29:37
  However, as soon as I was almost asleep, I heard a loud noise
• 29:41
  in my living room, which made me rise immediately thinking that maybe a thief
• 29:47
  had entered or something. I remember taking the closest thing I found that was
• 29:52
  my broom and headed to the living room, but as soon as I turned
• 29:59
  on the light, the only thing I saw was my doll lying on the
• 30:02
  floor. He missed me very much, as I was sure he had left
• 30:06
  him sitting properly on the couch. However, I assumed that, perhaps because
• 30:11
  of the tiredness, I had not done so, so I put him back
• 30:14
  on the couch, laid him down and went back to bed. The next
• 30:18
  day, when I woke up and returned to my living room, I noticed
• 30:22
  that the doll was sitting just as I had left before I went to sleep
• 30:27
  the first time. That made me shudder. I was sure of what had
• 30:32
  happened the night before and that was not the position in which I had left
• 30:36
  him. I approached him and saw him carefully. I' m not gonna
• 30:41
  lie. I was a little scared. However, at that time I did
• 30:47
  not use to be a man who believed in paranormal events or possessions, so,
• 30:52
  after going around in my head many times, I assumed that maybe I
• 30:56
  had left it that way and that my memory of having returned to the living
• 31:00
  room to lay it down on the sofa had been nothing but a very vivid
• 31:03
  dream. But with that explanation my mind was not at all calm. I
• 31:11
  remember I even took him off the couch to put him with us. However,
• 31:15
  it didn' t matter where I put it or what I did with
• 31:18
  it. He always fell or was in a position where I didn' t
• 31:22
  remember putting him. But despite everything, I refused to believe that that doll
• 31:26
  could have something paranormal, since, as I said before. I didn'
• 31:33
  t believe in any of that. I remember one day I was hired for
• 31:37
  a children' s party and decided to take the doll, as I was
• 31:41
  quite anxious that it would be part of the group. However, I barely
• 31:45
  took it out of his case. The kids at the party started crying when
• 31:48
  they saw him. That was not so strange, as some children used to
• 31:53
  be afraid of Ventrilocou' s dolls, but this time it did not seem
• 31:59
  just fear, but rather an indescribable panic, which children could not control.
• 32:06
  I had to save the doll again and only then did the children manage to
• 32:09
  calm down. I didn' t know what to think about it. Something
• 32:13
  about me deserved that doll had something wrong. Yet another part of me refused
• 32:17
  to believe such a thing, as it was one of the dolls I had
• 32:22
  most hoped to have and the last thing I wanted was to get rid of
• 32:28
  it less by something as foolish as believing that I had a curse or something
• 32:31
  like that. That day, when I got home, I remember putting it
• 32:37
  on the shelf and seeing it for a long time trying to answer some of
• 32:43
  the unknowns that doll had with it. However, I remember that day going
• 32:46
  to sleep with more questions than answers. In my mind. That night I
• 32:52
  had a very strange and terrifying dream. I saw myself walking into the room,
• 32:55
  where I used to keep the dolls and when I entered absolutely all my
• 33:01
  dolls, from the largest to the youngest, had turned their heads directly towards
• 33:07
  me. They looked at me with those lifeless eyes and in the right center,
• 33:12
  on that shelf was the doll looking at me, unlike the others,
• 33:19
  they looked like humans. His gaze seemed to almost pierce my soul, generating
• 33:25
  a deep fear that would falter me to my bones. I walked straight towards
• 33:30
  him. It was as if I had no control of my own body and
• 33:35
  before I could figure it out, the doll opened its mouth and from it
• 33:38
  began to emerge a laughter which I could only describe as diabolical. He increased
• 33:45
  as soon as that doll fell on me. He was so strong, I
• 33:49
  couldn' t get him off my back. He seemed to want to bite
• 33:52
  me, and he actually did. He bit my neck I woke up,
• 33:57
  excited, stunned and disoriented. I had no idea what to think. But
• 34:00
  worst of all, he had a severe pain in his neck. I got
• 34:06
  out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to pour some water on my
• 34:09
  face, as that always relaxed me a little. When I saw my reflection
• 34:14
  in the bathroom mirror, I was horrified to see how on my neck I
• 34:19
  had a mark of what seemed to be a very ugly and deep bite,
• 34:23
  as if someone or something had tried to rip off a piece of skin,
• 34:29
  as it even bled a little. I was so shocked that I remember heading
• 34:34
  straight for the doll room. I took that puppet and horribly watched how in
• 34:39
  his wooden teeth there were traces of blood. There was no doubt for me
• 34:45
  that it was my own blood. That was too much for me. While
• 34:49
  I wasn' t still in my hands. I could feel as if that
• 34:53
  doll began to breathe, and that made me immediately let it go I ran
• 35:00
  out of the room, not without listening again to that dreadful diabolical laughter I
• 35:06
  had heard in my dream. I locked myself in the hope that I couldn
• 35:10
  ' t get out to hurt myself. I was so confused and upset that
• 35:15
  I couldn' t sleep the rest of that night watching the door. However,
• 35:20
  not even a single sound occurred during that night. The next day I
• 35:27
  called one of my best friends to ask him to help me get rid of
• 35:30
  that doll. I didn' t tell him the whole story, as I
• 35:36
  was afraid to be branded lunatic, so I invented an absurd excuse about how
• 35:40
  old wood could contain termites and affect the rest of my dolls. But fortunately,
• 35:46
  my friend did not question much about it. It was he who opened
• 35:51
  the door and pulled out the doll, which assured me that it was on
• 35:54
  the ground, just where I had released it the night before. No or
• 35:59
  the doll to the garden and we set fire to it. I remember not
• 36:02
  wanting to look until the doll only remained ashes, a great weight, took
• 36:07
  off my shoulders and finally I could breathe relieved. However, that would not
• 36:14
  be the end. From that day on, any doll I had moved around,
• 36:19
  looked at me strangely and even at night I could hear them talking in
• 36:22
  the room. I had to throw away my entire collection no matter how much
• 36:30
  I loved it, and I could never have any ventriloquist doll or anything like
• 36:35
  it, because, no matter where they came from, sooner or later,
• 36:39
  they would start acting strangely. I hope one day to get rid of that
• 36:45
  curse I brought home. But if I' m honest, I doubt this
• 36:49
  will ever happen. What I am going to tell you next is an anecdote
• 36:58
  that still haunts me today and, no matter how much I wish to forget
• 37:01
  it. I know that won' t happen. I was born into a
• 37:06
  very low- income family, my mother Harta of the whole situation, left
• 37:10
  me and my brothers in the care of my father, who worked collecting plastics
• 37:15
  and cans in the trash, so that later I could sell them since I
• 37:22
  was right. My life was always getting up from five in the morning to
• 37:25
  go to the dumpsters to collect cans and bottles. I didn' t know
• 37:30
  anything else and I always thought that was the most normal thing in the world.
• 37:35
  I' m sure stopping option my father would never have given us that
• 37:38
  life full of shortcomings, but still, I think he always did the best
• 37:45
  he could. I remember that day, as if it were yesterday, it
• 37:49
  was the eve of the day of kings, although we never received any gift
• 37:54
  or anything like it Dad used to tell us that our house was so small
• 37:59
  that it was difficult for the wise men to find it. That day began
• 38:02
  like any other, we got up very early and went to the dump to
• 38:07
  look for cans and bottles. We were divided into different sections in order to
• 38:13
  achieve more space. I had just turned nine, so it was time I
• 38:16
  could be in my own section on my own. I remember in particular that
• 38:22
  it was very cold and the gloves my father had given me to dig into
• 38:28
  the trash were too big for me, so I chose to remove them.
• 38:31
  Despite the cold and dirt. It had been a good morning. I had
• 38:37
  too many cans and I was proud about it. However, while digging into
• 38:43
  the trash, I found a black bag, which, believing that I could
• 38:46
  have something to serve, I uncovered it big. It was my surprise when
• 38:52
  I saw that there was a lot of metal, which we also collected everything
• 38:58
  that was inside the one whose bag seemed to be quite useful. And while
• 39:02
  I was going through everything between things, I found a small metal box,
• 39:07
  which caught my attention right away because it wasn' t like the other copper
• 39:13
  or silver metal pieces. This one had striking colors and bright rainbow colors.
• 39:21
  The box looked new and I quickly knew it was a toy. I remember
• 39:28
  thinking that, since they couldn' t find my house, the wise men
• 39:31
  had put my gift there, as that box looked new. However, I
• 39:37
  did not know very well what it was. I was just sure it was
• 39:39
  a toy. I took it out of the garbage bags and noticed that it
• 39:44
  had a small hole in which I assumed that it had a lever I looked
• 39:50
  a little in the bag before finding it, which fit perfectly in that hole.
• 39:55
  I had no problem putting it back in place and without wasting time,
• 40:00
  I started to wind it up. I remember clearly that as I was spinning,
• 40:07
  this one was emitting a childish tune that I loved in a moment.
• 40:09
  The box opened by jumping from it a little clown, which seemed to be
• 40:15
  made of rag. He was very adorable and had a big smile on his
• 40:20
  face. I was completely fascinated by everything related to that musical box. I
• 40:28
  remember running out to where I knew my brother Peter was, who had not
• 40:32
  been very lucky at the gathering of the day. However, he was excited
• 40:37
  when I showed him the musical box. He called my two other brothers,
• 40:44
  who were equally fascinated. We all agreed to share the musical box and thus
• 40:50
  took it home. We didn' t have many toys, so that musical
• 40:55
  box stood out wherever, that we put it. I must have roped him
• 41:00
  a thousand times before going to sleep, but that very night I had a
• 41:04
  rather restless dream. I remember running into what seemed to be an endless corridor
• 41:09
  with nothing but that tune in the music box. Ringing over and over again.
• 41:15
  I didn' t know what he was running from. I just knew
• 41:17
  I had to run too fast so it wouldn' t catch up with me
• 41:22
  like it usually is in dreams. It didn' t make much sense.
• 41:24
  I remember feeling pain in my legs. From so much running, the tune
• 41:29
  of the musical box repeated itself over and over again to the degree of almost
• 41:34
  driving me crazy. Suddenly I could feel as if a pair of bony,
• 41:38
  cadaveric hands took me by the ankles and pulled me into the dark. Before
• 41:44
  I hit the ground, I woke up abruptly, sweating and trembling, almost
• 41:50
  crying. I remember turning around just to see my brothers. Sleeping peacefully.
• 41:55
  I had no idea what time it was, but because of the light leaking
• 41:59
  out the window, I could see that the musical box was open and the
• 42:04
  clown was peeking out of it. It was almost like he was staring at
• 42:09
  me at the time. I didn' t think it was adorable, rather
• 42:14
  it seemed rather scary. I remember covering myself completely with the sheets and closing
• 42:19
  my eyes hard trying to forget that scene. For my fortune it worked,
• 42:24
  as in a short time I fell asleep again. The next day, when
• 42:30
  we were awakened by my father to go back to work, I noticed how
• 42:35
  my brother James, who was the eldest, had on his right shoulder three
• 42:38
  ugly scratches, of which he complained as soon as he took off the shirt
• 42:44
  he used to sleep with. We' re trying to find an explanation for
• 42:49
  those scratches. We had no pets that could do it and none of us
• 42:54
  would have been able to do such damage, not even when we fought.
• 43:00
  As soon as my father noticed all the fuss, he said that perhaps the
• 43:04
  springs of the Mattress had gone out and scratched James' back without him waking
• 43:08
  up. None of us were convinced of that explanation. However, we didn
• 43:15
  ' t want to contradict our father, so we just went to work.
• 43:21
  The day passed quickly and without surprises. It wasn' t until we got
• 43:27
  back that we noticed that our room was revolting. It was like a hurricane
• 43:30
  had gone through it. Our books, drawings and clothes were all over the
• 43:36
  place. We were very confused, since we were sure it wasn' t
• 43:43
  like that. When we leave home, we try to tell our father.
• 43:46
  However, he merely thought that we had caused that disaster and we wanted him
• 43:52
  to clean it up. That same night. I remember waking abruptly like the
• 43:59
  night before. I felt pretty scared, though I didn' t remember what
• 44:04
  I had dreamt. I was sure it had been the same dream the night
• 44:07
  before. I remember being very thirsty at the time, so I got out
• 44:12
  of bed to get some water. At that time I had not even looked
• 44:19
  at the musical box, but by pouring the water, I could see that
• 44:22
  the box was in the middle of the corridor. I had no idea why
• 44:27
  the box would be there, as both my brothers and I had put it
• 44:30
  in place. After playing with her for a moment, I thought I was
• 44:37
  even dreaming, as from one moment to another, that tune began to ring.
• 44:42
  That was quite similar to my dream, so much so that a chill
• 44:45
  ran through my back. I didn' t know what to think. Suddenly
• 44:49
  the box opened letting the little clown out I wanted to approach to take the
• 44:55
  box back to its place. However, when I did or did, a
• 45:00
  cold wind made my bones feel like Crystal. Fear took over me, leaving
• 45:06
  me completely paralyzed. I had no idea what to do or think about.
• 45:10
  I couldn' t even scream to alert my brothers or my father. That
• 45:15
  ' s when the real nightmare began in the dark of the hallway, I
• 45:22
  began to notice how a silhouette began to form right behind the box. It
• 45:27
  was quite humanoid only that his head was very strange. In time I could
• 45:31
  give more features to that form I could see his face, which was cadaveric.
• 45:37
  His eyes were sunk and lifeless. But that wasn' t the worst.
• 45:42
  The worst thing was that his head had no hair, only stood out
• 45:46
  a pair of horns similar to those of a goat. His arms were long,
• 45:51
  so long that they almost touched the ground and ended up in sharp black
• 45:55
  claws. But the worst was his feet, which were the same as those
• 46:00
  of a goat. I wanted to run screaming, but my feet seemed to
• 46:06
  be stuck to the ground and my screams just got stuck in my throat.
• 46:09
  For a moment I thought that being would die of a nightmare, seemed to
• 46:16
  be enjoying my fear, and at one point it fell upon me, threw
• 46:21
  me to the ground and began to hang me all while laughing in a diabolical
• 46:25
  and perverse way that at the same time looked like sounds of different animals.
• 46:30
  I wouldn' t know how to describe it. All I know is what
• 46:32
  ' s the scariest thing I' ve ever heard. I have no idea
• 46:37
  what woke my father up, as I could hear the door of his room,
• 46:42
  open the creature, let my neck loose, letting me breathe and letting
• 46:46
  a loud cry go, which made my father run straight into the hallway.
• 46:52
  My father says he couldn' t see the creature. However, he could
• 46:57
  notice a frightening aroma could and what seemed to be smoke, a black smoke
• 47:01
  entering directly into the music box, ran towards me and noticed how he had
• 47:07
  multiple burns, both in his arms and neck. I don' t remember
• 47:14
  much about that, since I passed out and woke up in the hospital.
• 47:16
  My brothers say my father threw that musical box in the trash, so I
• 47:21
  have no idea where he is right now. I have no idea it was
• 47:27
  that thing or why I lived in that toy. All I know is that
• 47:30
  I hope no one finds it or has it in their possession. My name
• 47:38
  is Sebastian and what I am going to tell you next is a part of
• 47:44
  my life to which I have not been able to find an explanation and it
• 47:47
  is also to warn people about the evil that can exist in the world.
• 47:52
  I grew up in a pretty rural village. I was an only child and,
• 47:55
  if I am sincere, it was quite naughty that I had triggered that
• 48:02
  for my few eleven years I already had multiple wounds and broken bones. My
• 48:07
  parents used to say I had more lives than a cat. I didn'
• 48:12
  t used to care much about my safety, which had triggered many accidents.
• 48:16
  However, one of them was the worst of all. I remember finding a
• 48:22
  very old bike in the trash. My friends said it was junk and that
• 48:28
  was the reality. However, I saw her strong enough to be able to
• 48:32
  use it. I climbed a very steep hill and without thinking too much about
• 48:38
  it, I decided to jump on that bike. It didn' t take
• 48:43
  long for what was feared to happen. The bicycle began to disarm in the
• 48:46
  middle of the road and that caused me to fall to the ground before half
• 48:51
  the slope. I struck many times before I could stop. When I regained
• 48:57
  consciousness I was in the hospital. He had points and a cast on his
• 49:01
  leg. My mother was almost on the verge of crying when she saw me
• 49:07
  wake up. Apparently, I had been in a coma for almost two days
• 49:12
  and my injuries had been far more severe than they had been before. It
• 49:16
  had been so that the village hospital had been unable to do anything with me
• 49:21
  and had moved me to the city. That was why my father was not
• 49:24
  there, as he had returned to the village to be able to continue working,
• 49:30
  and my mother was in my care. When I woke up, I
• 49:37
  had to go through several tests and medical tests, especially to make sure I
• 49:42
  hadn' t had brain damage. For my fortune, I was perfectly fine,
• 49:46
  except for the broken bone in my leg. The doctors assured my mother
• 49:51
  that I would find myself well and that I would be discharged in a couple
• 49:54
  of days. That gave him the confidence to go to one of the shelters
• 50:00
  so he could take a shower and eat something that did not come from the
• 50:04
  hospital vending machine. I remember the first night I spent it alone and conscious
• 50:09
  in that hospital, I was still in the pediatric area, in which there
• 50:15
  were many toys, more than I had ever seen in my entire life.
• 50:20
  I remember that several of the children who were there avoided playing with what,
• 50:24
  in my opinion, was the most striking toy of all. It was a
• 50:30
  monkey, but it wasn' t any monkey. This one had a couple
• 50:34
  of dishes in each hand and wore a funny yellow suit like an overall,
• 50:39
  which had a matching hat. I remember taking the toy and realizing that I
• 50:45
  had a mechanism, I didn' t hesitate for a second to press the
• 50:50
  button. Almost two minutes passed without anything happening. I remember being very disappointed,
• 50:57
  as I really wanted to see what I was doing. However, at
• 51:00
  the least expected moment, the monkey began to move making a characteristic sound of
• 51:07
  the monkeys before beginning to move his arms to pretend to play the cymbals.
• 51:12
  The sudden movement and noise made me throw it to the ground. But in
• 51:15
  doing so I noticed how the lid that gave access to his batteries opened and
• 51:22
  caused one of his batteries to come out. However, the doll did not
• 51:27
  stop playing and I was stunned with the ugly noise here I was very scared,
• 51:32
  as I knew that those dolls should not work if they did not have
• 51:37
  their full batteries. However, one of the nurses came in and lifted that
• 51:42
  toy off the floor, telling me to be more careful at the time.
• 51:46
  The monkey stopped moving. The nurse didn' t see what had happened.
• 51:51
  He offered it back, but I didn' t want to take it again,
• 51:55
  so he just put it in place before the rest of that night.
• 52:00
  I remember being watched at all times by that toy, which seemed to follow
• 52:07
  me with a look wherever I tried to move. I remember even getting close
• 52:12
  in a moment and turning it to the wall so that I didn' t
• 52:15
  have to see those jumping eyes anymore. That seemed to work for a moment,
• 52:21
  even I had almost forgotten. I was able to sleep without inconvenience.
• 52:24
  However, I woke up in the middle of the night because of a rather
• 52:30
  peculiar noise, which was that of that pair of saucer ringing at the same
• 52:34
  time, that was impossible. Not only had he not given him rope,
• 52:38
  but the battery had rolled under a piece of furniture, so he did not
• 52:43
  have his full batteries. Just in case that toy had turned around again to
• 52:49
  look directly at my bed. I didn' t know what to think or
• 52:53
  what to do. I was completely scared. However, nothing would prepare me
• 52:59
  for what he saw and then the monkey stopped playing and just looked straight into
• 53:02
  my bed. I thought he' d stay in that position for the rest
• 53:08
  of the night, but I had no idea soon enough. It began to
• 53:13
  move spasmodically and quite robotically, but began to move. He stood up and
• 53:20
  looked down. I couldn' t see him, but I could hear the
• 53:25
  noise of his saucers. Hitting the ground, I didn' t know what
• 53:29
  to do. I wanted to scream, but at the same time I thought
• 53:32
  about what I would tell the person to come to my help. I could
• 53:36
  feel my sheets begin to stretch. I knew he was trying to climb to
• 53:42
  where I was. That was the last thing I could take. I shouted
• 53:46
  with all the forces I had alerting the nurses, who came in immediately to
• 53:52
  see what was happening to me. However, they could not see the toy
• 53:57
  or anything like it and n or even when I tried to tell them,
• 54:02
  they simply looked at each other with disbelief and asked me to go back to
• 54:06
  sleep. They seemed upset that I had interrupted anything they were doing at the
• 54:10
  time. As soon as they left, I never saw or heard the doll
• 54:16
  again for the rest of the night, but I couldn' t sleep.
• 54:21
  The next day, as soon as my mother came back, I begged us
• 54:25
  to leave that I didn' t want to stay there another minute. However,
• 54:30
  she told me that I could not leave yet, as the doctors had
• 54:35
  recommended that I stay there one more night. I remember begging for hours asking
• 54:40
  her to leave or, in her absence, for her to stay with me,
• 54:45
  but she assured me that she could not stay because of hospital policies.
• 54:49
  He also told me that everything I told him sounded like a nightmare and assured
• 54:54
  me that the dolls did not move on their own. My efforts were completely
• 55:00
  vain and once again I was left alone that night because I had hardly slept
• 55:06
  the night before. The dream ended up beating me almost midnight and I was
• 55:12
  awakened because I felt something on my feet. When I opened my eyes to
• 55:16
  the darkness, it wouldn' t allow me to see exactly what it was
• 55:20
  about. However, as my eyes were adapting to that darkness, I could
• 55:25
  see the silhouette of that toy monkey, which seemed to walk in my terrified
• 55:30
  bed. I started kicking and spanking trying to get him out of my bed,
• 55:37
  but all my attempts seemed useless. The monkey seemed to dodge everything quite
• 55:42
  easily. I thought about screaming, but all I could do at the time
• 55:47
  was remember the attempt the night before and nothing assured me this time would be
• 55:52
  no different. In one of my attempts, I managed to get him out
• 55:58
  of my bed. I could hear it as if it were moving on all
• 56:01
  fours very quickly. I thought maybe he was gone, since it was almost
• 56:06
  fifteen minutes ago when I didn' t hear or see him I thought I
• 56:12
  ' d managed to scare him off somehow. However, very soon I realized
• 56:14
  that this was not so. This happened as he began to sleep. I
• 56:20
  didn' t want to fall asleep, but the tiredness was beating me and
• 56:24
  I ended up succumbing. At one point I could feel what seemed to be
• 56:28
  a rope surrounding my neck, although then I saw it was my serum hose.
• 56:32
  That made me wake up completely and then I realized that it was not
• 56:37
  a dream. Literally, the hose was around my neck and it was tightening
• 56:44
  more and more. I could feel that monkey pulling the hose in his hands
• 56:51
  all while he was emitting. Those awful sounds. For a moment I could
• 56:55
  swear that he was laughing while I was short of air and tried to take
• 57:00
  it from me, but this one had an unnatural force. I couldn'
• 57:05
  t even scream. I felt like the air was leaving my body and I
• 57:08
  thought I would die. As one of my last efforts, I managed to
• 57:13
  spank the tray where I had been served dinner that night and it fell to
• 57:17
  the ground causing a big noise. The nurses came in almost immediately and when
• 57:23
  the lights went on, I could feel the rope around my neck stop tightening.
• 57:30
  As I tried to catch up, I could see how the nurses were
• 57:36
  looking at my neck with horror, which was red and with rather peculiar marks
• 57:40
  on it. For my fortune, I wasn' t left alone for the
• 57:45
  rest of the night. However, I could not even speak to tell what
• 57:49
  had happened. It just dawned and my mother came back. The doctors told
• 57:53
  him what happened. No one could give an exact explanation of what had happened
• 58:00
  and since I had refused to speak completely. They had suggested to my mother
• 58:05
  to take me to the psychologist or something, as they thought I had caused
• 58:09
  that wound. My mother was not one of those who believed in psychologists,
• 58:14
  or anything like that, so she ignored that recommendation for my fortune, that
• 58:19
  same day I was discharged and my mother took me home. I have no
• 58:24
  idea what happened to that toy and I don' t want to know.
• 58:28
  I just hope I never run into that thing again. What I am going
• 58:37
  to tell below is a chapter of my life that still torments me and generates
• 58:42
  unknowns to this day, even though this happened more than ten years ago.
• 58:47
  The story begins when I was fifteen and lived in Texas. My life was
• 58:53
  quite normal like that of any teenager. However, at that age all my
• 58:59
  friends had a car of their own, which generated in me a huge desire
• 59:04
  to buy one too. However, even though my parents worked hard, they
• 59:08
  could not give me such a longed for object. Therefore, I decided to
• 59:14
  work as a nanny so I could save enough to buy the car. This
• 59:20
  work was quite common among girls my age and thanks to the fact that I
• 59:23
  had generated a certain fame of being a responsible girl, I did not lack
• 59:28
  work. There were times when the children were so quiet that I just had
• 59:32
  to sit on the couch and make sure they were asleep until their parents arrived.
• 59:39
  Although I also often encountered rude children who said that, not being an
• 59:44
  adult as such, I had no authority whatsoever, but I endured everything because
• 59:49
  of my great desire to buy a car, which seemed to be getting closer
• 59:53
  and closer. However, all that routine of work laughed goddess boated. One
• 1:00:00
  day in December. I remember coming from school when my mother told me that
• 1:00:05
  a woman had called to request my babysitting services. Since I was not at
• 1:00:10
  home, she asked me to contact her as soon as possible, since she
• 1:00:15
  was really urging a babysitter for that night. I didn' t hesitate for
• 1:00:20
  a second to return the call We crossed a couple of words about my rates,
• 1:00:25
  how many children were or whether one of them was a baby. However,
• 1:00:30
  the lady said that it was only a girl of about seven years old,
• 1:00:34
  who was quite quiet, who had a night job and her usual nanny.
• 1:00:39
  He had resigned without giving further explanations, which was why he was desperate
• 1:00:45
  to get someone. All that I saw as an opportunity for a fairly stable
• 1:00:51
  hiring, since, from what I had understood, this woman had a lot
• 1:00:55
  of night schedules, so if everything went out she would or it or it
• 1:00:59
  was more likely that I could do my job more than once a week with
• 1:01:02
  that girl without further ado I wrote down the address and that same night I
• 1:01:08
  went to that house. As soon as I walked through the door, I
• 1:01:13
  noticed something a little strange, since the whole house seemed pretty neat. It
• 1:01:17
  was like there were no children. I remember questioning the mother about where the
• 1:01:22
  child was, which she was supposed to take care of, to which she
• 1:01:27
  replied that she was in her room and that she used to spend all day
• 1:01:30
  there, so she wouldn' t give me much trouble. I just had
• 1:01:34
  to make sure he did his homework and went to bed before nine o'
• 1:01:37
  clock at night. I thought that was pretty good. It seemed to be
• 1:01:44
  a fairly simple job, not to mention that for the mother it didn'
• 1:01:49
  t seem to be any kind of problem. The money even offered to pay
• 1:01:52
  me a little more, if it could take longer than expected. Once everything
• 1:01:57
  was clear, the mother went to her job, leaving me alone with her
• 1:02:01
  daughter. By that time, I had not yet seen the girl, which
• 1:02:06
  seemed a little strange to me, as the children I had worked with.
• 1:02:12
  They used to be quite curious about who would care for them and were often
• 1:02:17
  present while parents explained the rules to be followed. However, the girl seemed
• 1:02:22
  not to want to leave her room, so I decided to come up to
• 1:02:28
  make sure everything was okay. I barely climbed all the stairs. I could
• 1:02:34
  hear the laughter of the girl at the same time that I heard, as
• 1:02:37
  she said something, but that was not the strangest thing. What was really
• 1:02:42
  strange was that as soon as the girl stopped talking, someone seemed to answer
• 1:02:45
  her, a voice completely different from that of the girl was harsher and if
• 1:02:52
  she had to say it in some way like that of an adult with tobacco
• 1:02:55
  problems. That alarmed me a lot, since the mother had assured me that
• 1:03:00
  no one was in the house except the girl and I, so I rushed
• 1:03:04
  to her room and opened the door. The scenario I found was quite normal,
• 1:03:10
  if we had to call it somehow. However, there was something that
• 1:03:15
  didn' t end up square, since everything seemed to be mounted in a
• 1:03:21
  meticulous way to make him think everything was okay. The girl was sitting on
• 1:03:25
  the floor, carpeted with a huge teddy bear sitting right in front of her.
• 1:03:30
  Around you. There were some toy frets and dolls, it was like
• 1:03:36
  they were playing tea. As I said before, it seemed like a fairly
• 1:03:42
  common scenario, but at the same time, something seemed wrong. In that
• 1:03:45
  a slight chill ran through my back as I saw the bear. This was
• 1:03:51
  quite different from any other teddy that I had seen before, as both his
• 1:03:55
  nose and his eyes seemed as real or above all eyes were almost like a
• 1:04:01
  person' s. In spite of all that, and not wanting to scare
• 1:04:06
  or make the child uncomfortable, I asked her what she was doing. However,
• 1:04:12
  she seemed not to listen to me or deliberately ignore me to continue playing
• 1:04:17
  with her bear. I tried to question her a couple more times than she
• 1:04:21
  did, but the result was always the same, so I decided to let
• 1:04:27
  her play and go down to the room. While I was doing so,
• 1:04:30
  I began to think that it was what I had heard, since there was
• 1:04:33
  no one else in the room but the girl and I refused to believe that
• 1:04:39
  she could change her voice that way just to play it. I thought so
• 1:04:43
  much, that I finally convinced myself that the girl might be wanting to play
• 1:04:47
  a joke, so I decided to just forget everything. I was watching TV
• 1:04:53
  for almost an hour and a half before going back up, to make sure
• 1:04:57
  the girl was okay, also to ask her if she had already done her
• 1:05:01
  homework at school and if she wanted to have dinner at that time or wanted
• 1:05:06
  to do it a little later. However, when I entered, I noticed
• 1:05:11
  that the girl was in exactly the same position as I had seen her last
• 1:05:15
  time. I found that very strange, as I did not think it was
• 1:05:20
  a very comfortable position to be for more than an hour and a half.
• 1:05:25
  So, trying to seem friendly, I asked him if he wanted to play
• 1:05:30
  something with me. That question made the girl look at me for the first
• 1:05:34
  time since she had arrived in that house, looked at her bear and then
• 1:05:39
  told me that she could only play if her bear played. I had also
• 1:05:43
  dealt with children who were attached to their dolls, to the extent that they
• 1:05:47
  pretended to be alive, so it didn' t seem so strange to me.
• 1:05:53
  And even though that bear made me a little nervous, I didn'
• 1:05:57
  t find a real reason to say no, so I agreed to play and
• 1:06:01
  proposed playing hide and seek. The girl accepted that idea almost immediately and told
• 1:06:06
  me that she and her bear would count first and I should hide, which
• 1:06:12
  I accepted. I could hear how the girl started counting while I was leaving
• 1:06:16
  the room and looking for a good place to hide in a house I didn
• 1:06:21
  ' t know well. My search turned out a little difficult. Finally,
• 1:06:27
  I chose to hide in the bathroom. I knew it wasn' t supposed
• 1:06:30
  to be too hard a place, so I just went into the bath tub
• 1:06:34
  and closed the curtain to hide completely. I should have been in that tub
• 1:06:40
  for almost seven minutes. I didn' t hear any sound. Besides my
• 1:06:44
  breathing, the whole house seemed to be in absolute silence. That missed me
• 1:06:49
  a little bit, since the children are usually a little scandalous when it comes
• 1:06:54
  to looking even so, I decided to wait a little longer when I was
• 1:07:00
  about to leave my hiding place to see if the girl was okay I could
• 1:07:04
  hear someone open the bathroom door at that time I lay back in Latin,
• 1:07:11
  thinking that at any moment the girl would run the curtain and then find me.
• 1:07:16
  However, I could not hear the child' s footsteps. What I
• 1:07:21
  did see was the shadow of that plush bear It was almost as if he
• 1:07:26
  was walking on his own. I didn' t listen to the girl anywhere,
• 1:07:33
  so I put on courage, stood up and myself crossed the curtain and
• 1:07:38
  could watch the plush bear sitting on the floor of the bathroom completely inert.
• 1:07:45
  It seemed almost as if I was looking at myself I came out of the
• 1:07:50
  bath and when I was about to carry the bear, I could hear the
• 1:07:55
  girl telling me not to do it. That was until then that I noticed
• 1:07:58
  that she was at the bathroom door. He looked at me a little serious,
• 1:08:02
  almost angry, so I decided not to touch the bear. I questioned
• 1:08:05
  if she had left him there, but she just shrugged her shoulders, grabbed
• 1:08:11
  the bear in her arms and told me it was my turn to look for
• 1:08:15
  them before running out of the bathroom to go hide all that experience. I
• 1:08:20
  ' d gotten pretty nervous. However, the opportunity to have that income in
• 1:08:27
  a constant way made me not pay too much attention and continue the game.
• 1:08:31
  When I finished counting, I started looking around the house. I called her
• 1:08:35
  by her name and told her in a playful tone that I would soon find
• 1:08:40
  her. However, it didn' t matter where I looked. I couldn
• 1:08:45
  ' t find the girl after a while. I began to worry seriously since
• 1:08:50
  it was almost time for him to go to bed. I remember even mentioning
• 1:08:56
  it to him telling him that his mother would soon return, so he had
• 1:09:00
  to leave his hiding place and the game was over. But my attempts were
• 1:09:03
  in vain. I was almost getting to the stairs to go down to the
• 1:09:09
  ground floor again and try to look for her there, but I barely set
• 1:09:14
  foot on the first step to descend I felt like I was pushed violently down
• 1:09:19
  the stairs. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs,
• 1:09:24
  I was very sore, but I could still move I looked up and there
• 1:09:30
  I could see with horror how that plush bear stood looking at me directly.
• 1:09:34
  The girl was nowhere to be found, but the bear was standing on its
• 1:09:39
  own. That scared me so bad I started screaming. At that time,
• 1:09:45
  the child' s mother was returning from her work and when she heard the
• 1:09:48
  screams, she rushed into the house. I pointed the stairs. However,
• 1:09:53
  the bear was no longer there at that time. The mother was not very
• 1:09:58
  interested in my explanations, as she was more concerned about my physical condition,
• 1:10:02
  as I was seriously hurt, although I had not noticed at that time I
• 1:10:08
  had the wrong foot. Emergency services took me to the hospital. I lied
• 1:10:14
  about the reason I fell down saying I had stumbled. I didn' t
• 1:10:18
  have the courage to tell the truth, since I knew they' d see
• 1:10:23
  me as if I were a lunatic I never went back to that house or
• 1:10:26
  to see that girl. I know that what I lived was real and since
• 1:10:30
  that day I am completely convinced that evil can dwell even in the most innocent
• 1:10:34
  things. I hope I never run into one again. My name is Andrea
• 1:10:45
  and the story I' m going to tell you next is a story that
• 1:10:49
  happened to me when I was fourteen years old and many may not believe me
• 1:10:55
  and I don' t blame them, because if it had happened to anyone
• 1:10:59
  else and this one told me, I' m convinced that I wouldn'
• 1:11:02
  t believe him either. I was never a big fan of dolls when I
• 1:11:06
  was a kid. I used to be more interested in other things like chemistry
• 1:11:12
  games and video games. I had always seen dolls as a toy with which
• 1:11:15
  you could only play in one way and it wasn' t very interesting,
• 1:11:20
  which is why my parents didn' t usually give me any. When I
• 1:11:26
  was 14, my grandmother passed away. If I' m completely frank,
• 1:11:30
  I didn' t feel much about it because my grandmother wasn' t very
• 1:11:34
  close to me. She used to want to be alone at home all the
• 1:11:38
  time. My parents used to visit her pretty often so she wouldn' t
• 1:11:44
  feel so lonely. However, she always said that she was not alone,
• 1:11:47
  although no one knew exactly what she meant. His death surprised us all and
• 1:11:54
  my parents informed me that we would all go to Grandma' s house to
• 1:11:59
  perform the funeral and all the arrangements that that event brings. I wasn'
• 1:12:02
  t very excited about it, since it was the beginning of the holiday and
• 1:12:08
  I wanted to be with my friends. However, I knew I had no
• 1:12:13
  choice. I had to go with them, as I would be almost a
• 1:12:17
  full week and my parents would not allow me to stay home alone. That
• 1:12:21
  ' s how long we packed our things and went to my late grandmother'
• 1:12:28
  s house. As soon as we arrived, I remember everything seemed so strange
• 1:12:31
  to me, since the last time I was there I was about three years
• 1:12:36
  old, so some things had changed. My father asked me, please,
• 1:12:40
  to go to my grandmother' s room and take her photo album so that,
• 1:12:45
  in this way, they could choose one for the funeral. I wasn
• 1:12:51
  ' t too excited about the idea of sneaking through my late grandmother' s
• 1:12:55
  stuff. However, I had no choice, so I went into the house
• 1:12:59
  and went to my grandmother' s room. I remembered as I entered it,
• 1:13:04
  he, like my grandmother, said that I was strictly forbidden to go
• 1:13:09
  in there and it seemed somewhat ironic to me. As soon as I turned
• 1:13:15
  on the light to enter the room, I saw something that left me speechless.
• 1:13:19
  My grandmother' s room was full of dolls. There were at least
• 1:13:24
  sixty ancient and porcelain dolls. They surrounded almost the whole room and seemed to
• 1:13:30
  be seeing the bed. I found that, by the way, creepy and
• 1:13:34
  thought that I could not sleep under the eyes of those horrible dolls whose eyes
• 1:13:41
  seemed quite realistic. All the time it took me to find the photo album,
• 1:13:48
  I remember feeling watched by those porcelain dolls, which, no matter where
• 1:13:54
  I moved, there was always one. For my fortune, in no way
• 1:13:59
  did I miss the album inside one of those drawers and came out as fast
• 1:14:02
  as I could. From there. I remember telling my father about how strange
• 1:14:06
  the room was. However, this one had other things to think about at
• 1:14:13
  the time and the only thing she just told me was that my grandmother really
• 1:14:16
  liked those dolls. That was the last time the theme of dolls was mentioned
• 1:14:23
  during that day. The funeral took place and as soon as it was over,
• 1:14:29
  I remember asking my father where we were going to sleep. The answer
• 1:14:31
  didn' t please me much, as he told me that we would obviously
• 1:14:35
  stay at my grandmother' s. I remember being installed in one of the
• 1:14:40
  guest rooms my grandmother had. I was relieved that I didn' t have
• 1:14:45
  to sleep in the same room as those dolls. Observing me, however,
• 1:14:51
  very soon I would realize that I did not need to sleep in the same
• 1:14:56
  room as those dolls to have an encounter with them. It was almost three
• 1:15:01
  o' clock in the morning. I always slept until very late my father
• 1:15:05
  even used to joke saying he was like a bat. What I liked most
• 1:15:10
  about the tranquility of the dawn was that everyone was asleep had a moment that
• 1:15:15
  was just for me. I was watching videos with my hearing aids on.
• 1:15:20
  When a sound alerted me they were heard as steps. I thought it might
• 1:15:27
  be one of my parents, who would make sure she was already asleep.
• 1:15:31
  So I turned off the phone and covered myself completely with the sheets to pretend
• 1:15:35
  I was asleep. Almost five minutes passed without me hearing anything more than those
• 1:15:42
  steps, which made me uncover, for I knew that if they were my
• 1:15:46
  parents, I had no intention of going to see if I was asleep.
• 1:15:51
  As soon as I did and saw directly at the door of the room,
• 1:15:56
  I could see a small shadow that was projected thanks to the light of the
• 1:16:00
  space, I got up from the bed to see what it was about,
• 1:16:04
  as I was sure it wasn' t about my dad or my mom.
• 1:16:08
  I walked down the hall and as soon as I looked through the door,
• 1:16:12
  I could see how a porcelain doll was sitting in the middle of it.
• 1:16:17
  I was rather surprised by that, as I was convinced that there was no
• 1:16:23
  doll in the hallway. When I went to sleep, I didn' t
• 1:16:27
  know how I got there. After thinking about it for a moment, I
• 1:16:30
  came to the conclusion that my father had put it there, as I used
• 1:16:34
  to have a rather dark moody style and telling her that my grandmother' s
• 1:16:39
  room made me uncomfortable, it was her twisted way of wanting to make a
• 1:16:43
  joke. However, as soon as I turned around to return to my room,
• 1:16:47
  I could hear a faint voice that seemed to say Mom, that made
• 1:16:53
  me shudder I ran straight to my room where I locked myself and did not
• 1:16:59
  dare to open the door of the al or rest of the night. The
• 1:17:01
  next day, while I was having breakfast, I was hoping my father would
• 1:17:06
  make some comment about the doll and how he had managed to scare me.
• 1:17:10
  However, that did not happen and I did not dare question anything about it,
• 1:17:15
  as I did not even know exactly what had happened. It happened one
• 1:17:20
  day and everything happened normally. I had set out to forget everything that had
• 1:17:26
  happened the night before and was accomplishing it. However, that same night I
• 1:17:30
  remember being almost asleep when I took off my hearing aids and turned off my
• 1:17:35
  phone while looking for a comfortable sleeping position. I began to hear noises that
• 1:17:43
  seemed to come from under my bed. My heart started beating so fast.
• 1:17:48
  I didn' t know what to think or what to do. However,
• 1:17:50
  the whispers were getting stronger and stronger. Despite that, I couldn' t
• 1:17:57
  understand what it was. What they were saying was like they were speaking in
• 1:18:00
  a language foreign to what I knew. But the worst thing was when I
• 1:18:04
  started feeling like something started climbing up my sheets. I couldn' t do
• 1:18:11
  it anymore and I screamed jumping out of bed. My cry alerted my parents,
• 1:18:14
  whom I found in the middle of the hall, I told them what
• 1:18:17
  I had heard and felt They were somewhat alarmed. They went to my room,
• 1:18:23
  but when they arrived they found nothing out of the ordinary. My father
• 1:18:27
  claimed that it had been a nightmare, while my mother blamed herself for seeing
• 1:18:32
  scary things on the phone until very late. However, I was sure that
• 1:18:39
  it had not been a nightmare or something I had imagined. That had been
• 1:18:45
  real, but I had nothing to check it out, so I just pretended
• 1:18:49
  to agree with those explanations and went back to my bed, but for the
• 1:18:54
  rest of that night I couldn' t sleep. The next day, my
• 1:18:59
  parents had to watch me leave because they had to fix some papers about my
• 1:19:02
  grandmother' s death. I remember begging to accompany you. However, they
• 1:19:08
  told me that it would be very boring and that I had nothing to do
• 1:19:12
  there, so it would be better if I stayed home. I remember being
• 1:19:16
  really scared as soon as my parents walked through the door. I' ve
• 1:19:20
  been locked up in my room for a long time. However, after a
• 1:19:24
  few hours I realized that nothing happened. A part of me thought that that
• 1:19:30
  might be about day and I thought that whatever was going on could only happen
• 1:19:34
  at night. That explanation filled me with a false tranquility that allowed me to
• 1:19:44
  relax. A little. Then, for a while, I set out to
• 1:19:47
  take a bath. My grandmother had a huge tub, which I really liked.
• 1:19:53
  I filled Latin with water and got into it. It was a rather
• 1:19:56
  relaxing moment and very soon I began to sleep in mine. I didn'
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  t want to fall asleep. However, the fatigue was so strong that I
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  ended up succumbing to the dream between dreams. I could hear the bathroom door
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  opening, but I was so relaxed that I didn' t even care.
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  I slept a little before feeling someone dip my head in the bath tub,
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  I remember trying to get out in despair. However, whatever was holding my
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  head was too strong. Despair flooded my being as I tried to get some
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  air. I don' t know how long I was underwater. I just
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  know I lost consciousness. For my fortune, my parents had arrived just at
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  the right time and by not responding to their call, they found me in
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  the bath tub. As soon as I regained consciousness, they were both dismayed
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  to question what had happened. I thought for a moment about telling you what
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  I' d seen. However, I would not believe myself as the past
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  times, so I simply said that I did not remember it and that I
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  did not know what had happened. That triggered my parents to decide to cut
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  off the visit and come home that same day. That was a great relief
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  to me. I never went back to that house or saw those dolls.
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  I don' t know why my grandmother had them, but I' m
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  sure something evil lived in them, something I never think I can understand.
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  My name is Damian and the story I' m going to tell you next
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  is pretty unlikely, so if you don' t believe it, I don
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  ' t really blame you. This happened when I was thirteen years old,
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  I lived in Mexico City and was in second grade at the time I used
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  to be a rather rebellious teenager and disrespectful to the people or beliefs of others.
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  So much so that, even though my parents were Catholics and I myself
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  had educated in a Catholic home, I had made it very clear to my
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  parents that I would be atheistic, although this more than anything I had done
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  to bring them the opposite. The companies I had during that age weren'
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  t the best either. These were kids older than me, who used to
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  skip classes to go drink or consume other kinds of things. My desire to
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  want to fit in with these guys had caused me to start doing the same
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  thing as them, and this had triggered my grades to be too low.
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  I remember very well that day was the day of the dead. The streets
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  were decorated with the theme of the date and I and my friends walked to
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  the subway with all the intention of going to a party. We were almost
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  there when we saw how at the entrance there was an old man sitting.
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  This one had a paliacate tied to his head and it looked like he didn
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  ' t have one of his eyes. Beside her. He was sitting down
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  a very old and ugly rag doll, which seemed to have been made by
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  himself, as it seemed made with different pieces of cloth. It was also
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  dirty, but the most characteristic thing was that her hair seemed to be real.
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  I remember thinking that even he himself had cut his own hair to put
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  on the doll. He had a can next to him, which was for
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  people to leave him money. It also had a sign written on a piece
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  of cardboard that said if we wanted to see the doll dance, then we
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  should put ten pesos. Seeing the legend of that poster, I questioned one
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  of my friends how that doll would do to dance if he didn' t
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  seem to have strings or anything like that to perform such a feat. My
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  question caused my whole group of friends to be interested in that man and his
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  rag doll. So, forgetting what we were doing, we approached the Elder.
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  One of my friends questioned the old man if the doll actually danced,
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  to which the old man immediately answered affirmatively. That' s when I questioned
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  him how that doll could dance if it wasn' t a puppet or anything
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  like that. The old man didn' t answer my question. He just
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  claimed again that the doll danced trying to play funny with my friends. I
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  called the lying man and claimed that he just wanted to make easy money by
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  cheating on people. The very serious man assured me that he wasn' t
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  cheating on anyone. His serious tone made us question the truthfulness of his words.
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  However, I did not want to lose that argument, so in a
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  mocking tone, I proposed to the old man a deal. I took out,
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  a hundred pesos bill of my artful car and said yes, the doll
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  really danced. Then that money would be yours. The man seemed to light
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  his eyes and brought his can to me to throw the money away. However,
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  I refused to tell him that I would not give him the money until
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  he showed us that the doll could dance. The old man looked right at
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  me. I must admit, his look gave me the creeps. However,
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  I think I was able to disguise it very well, since I kept my
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  eye on it all the time. The old man put his hand on the
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  doll and began to move it in different directions. It was almost a minute
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  and a half without anything happening, which caused us to start laughing at him
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  by calling him a liar and a con man. However, we would soon
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  swallow up our words. The doll soon began to rise, which made everyone
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  ' s laughter suddenly cease, as we could not see any thread or anything
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  that would make him stand up. The man stopped moving his hand. As
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  soon as the doll got up and in front of our eyes, we could
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  see how he began to move his feet and hands in a strange way similar
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  to a dance. That was for sure. It just seemed like someone who
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  never in his life had danced or seen how he was dancing was trying to
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  do it. That happened for almost three full minutes before the doll collapsed again
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  on the floor, all of us were quite amazed, so we just saw
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  None could explain the trick of how the old man moved the doll. So
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  I questioned him this time asking him how the old man did it he answered
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  without hesitation that he had some friends on the other side, who moved him.
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  I couldn' t help but make a strange face. I didn'
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  t believe in ghosts or anything related to the paranormal. All that stopped me
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  a total nonsense. My expression caused my friends to start laughing, but this
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  time from me a little upset, I again questioned the truth about how the
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  doll moved. However, the old man' s response was exactly the same,
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  already more annoying. I told the old man that since he didn'
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  t want to tell me how the doll danced, then he wouldn' t
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  get his money. While I was saying this, I put the ticket back
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  in the pockets of my pants. That made the old man upset too much
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  by demanding his money and telling me that my word was worthless. Trying to
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  sound even braver, I made a joke about how his friends on the other
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  side could give him all that money while I turned around to get into the
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  subway. However, when I did, the old man took my hand very
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  hard by demanding his money. I don' t know why I did it
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  and if I' m frank, I' m ashamed, even today,
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  since I didn' t think of a better way to let go than to
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  give it a push. That caused the old man to lose his balance and
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  fall. I didn' t wait for him to get up. I just
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  ran while we were running. I could hear, as some of my friends
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  laughed and congratulated me for giving the old man what he deserved, although by
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  that time I already felt quite guilty for having done such a thing. After
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  all, he deserved the money I had denied him and could not help but
• 1:28:32
  think that since he was very old and fragile and that push could have seriously
• 1:28:39
  caused him great harm. However, I didn' t want to retract,
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  so I kept running. I couldn' t even enjoy that party, as
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  long as I tried to divert my thoughts. These returned to the old man.
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  My conscience was bothering me, so I decided to leave with the excuse
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  that I was feeling a little bad, with the intention of going back to
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  where the old man was to give him his money, even a little more
• 1:29:09
  and apologize. However, when I arrived this one was no longer asking some
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  people, but the only thing I got, in response was that it used
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  to appear sometimes and disappear for days, so it was not safe to find
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  him there. The next day, without being able to do anything else,
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  I came home. The night fell rather quickly and when I tried to fall
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  asleep, my thoughts returned again and again to that action I had done.
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  I knew guilt wouldn' t leave me alone until I apologized to the old
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  man. It was almost three o' clock in the morning. When the
• 1:29:47
  fatigue finally beat me. I had a rather strange dream. I found myself
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  sitting on the ground without being able to move or have control of anything over
• 1:29:59
  my own horn. It was strange and in a moment, an invisible force
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  made me rise up and start dancing the same way as that rag doll.
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  I remember feeling a lot of pain every time one of my limbs moved.
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  The pain was such that it made me wake up. I was exalted and
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  trembling that dream. It seemed rather strange to me, but I attributed it
• 1:30:24
  to the guilt I had felt all day long. I tried to get back
• 1:30:29
  to sleep. However, no matter how hard he tried, he didn'
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  t make it. That' s when, since I couldn' t sleep,
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  I decided to play a little on my computer, which I had been
• 1:30:41
  confiscated because of my low grades. I knew she was in the dining room,
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  so I just had to go get her. I left my room in
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  the direction of the dining room. My mother used to lock my computer in
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  one of the drawers. However, it was very easy to avoid it,
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  as the prayer drawer below had no key and if I pulled it out completely,
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  I could pull out the computer. From the bottom, I was in
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  the task of removing the first drawer when I could hear a few blows in
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  the kitchen window. This missed me very much, as it was early in
• 1:31:16
  the morning and no one should be banging on the windows. I left what
• 1:31:19
  I was doing to pay more attention. There was no doubt that someone was
• 1:31:26
  banging on the window. So, with the courage that only a teenager can
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  have, I ran the kitchen curtain. I saw the old man on the
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  other side, looking at me furious. That scared me too much and I
• 1:31:40
  took a couple of steps back. I had no idea how he got to
• 1:31:45
  my house. I told him to leave or I' d call the police.
• 1:31:49
  However, the man was still there. No change. He was just
• 1:31:54
  looking at me very angry. I didn' t know whether to run with
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  my parents or call the police directly. As I thought about it, I
• 1:32:01
  could hear a slight tonada that began to rise with every second that passed to
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  a degree of being stunner to my ears. I couldn' t explain how
• 1:32:11
  my parents didn' t wake up from such a scandal. I wanted to
• 1:32:15
  run out of the kitchen. However, as I turned around I could see
• 1:32:19
  that rag doll, which was dancing towards me. I wanted to scream,
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  but the scream got stuck in my throat and all I could do was turn
• 1:32:30
  back the music. It kept ringing. The doll was getting closer to me.
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  Then I lost consciousness. I woke up the next day, lying in
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  the kitchen with my father and mother, quite worried, I could not tell
• 1:32:46
  them what happened, since I knew how absurd everything sounded, and I would
• 1:32:51
  have to tell them what I had done with the old man from that night.
• 1:32:57
  The visits of man became more and more resorted to, always at the
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  same time, always with that doll, dancing towards me everything without me being
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  able to move or scream. That was so until one day, as I
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  was walking towards the subway, I saw him in a corner, I rushed
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  to where he was and without even giving him a word, I put his
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  money in the can and ran away. From that day on, the old
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  man stopped visiting me and now I know that there are forces in this world
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  that we cannot understand. I also learned to be more respectful, both with
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  people and with their beliefs, stories written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante