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El Espíritu De Un Niño Me Atormenta En Mi Nuevo Hogar Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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We just started. My name is Salvador and what I am going to
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tell you next is an experience that even today causes me nightmares and many times
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I wish I could forget it since I have used reason. My life was
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always nomad. My father was military and because of his work, we used
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to move very constantly. Unfortunately, my mother had died in giving me life
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and as my father worked much of the day, I used to be most
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of the time, being cared for by babysitters, who mostly cared little about
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how I was or what I did. As long as I didn' t
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bother them. Because of my busy life, it was very difficult for me
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to make friends, so for my eleven years I had practically given up any
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idea of relating to boys my age, as I knew that those friendships would
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only last until the next move. I remember that move as if it had
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been yesterday, and this is because we never used to stay in such big
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places. They were always small apartments or just a room, but that time
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it was a huge house, which looked old and, if I' m
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honest, something scary. Apparently. That house was loaned to my father by
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superiors so he wouldn' t have to worry about where to live during his
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stay. In that place, my father and I went into that house together.
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I remember that, even though it seemed to have been cleaned up before
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our arrival, it still kept an aroma of running, which my father assured
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me would disappear in a few days. As always, my father was with
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him most of the first day. However, the next day, even before
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I woke up, he had already left, leaving a note telling me that
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he would soon reach a nanny. While I was waiting, I decided to
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tour and explore the rooms of that huge house. It was my first time
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in such a big house, so I didn' t resist and started running
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down the halls, opening doors to see what was behind it. If I
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' m honest, there was nothing but old furniture covered with sheets, dust
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bugs and I even found a dead rat. I got to almost one of
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the last rooms in the house, but when I tried to open the door,
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I realized it was locked. Although I was intrigued to know what was
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on the other side, I quickly forgot when the babysitter arrived. This was,
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like the others, he made sure he had eaten. Before you start
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reading your magazines. I spent the rest of the afternoon playing and putting together
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puzzles. I wanted to go out into the garden, but there was a
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slight breeze and the nanny had forbidden me to do it, so, at
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a time of total boredom, I set out to look for something to do.
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As I walked through one of the hallways of the house, I saw
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how on one of the shelves at the top was a set of old keys.
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That caught my attention right away, as I thought one of those keys
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would open the door I was missing. In addition, you could also open
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some cabinets that were also closed. Without hesitation, I took the keys and
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ran straight to the missing door. It took me three attempts to get the
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right key, but finally the door opened. That room was not so different
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from the others, except because it seemed to have been a child' s
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room. I had some wooden toys, including a riding horse, which I
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found quite adorable. I explored that room by looking at the pitchers and I
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saw wood, which had accumulated a lot of dust. It could be seen
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that no one had played with them in years. As I watched the toys,
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one of them caught my attention to a small box that seemed to have
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a handmade painting. It was very similar to a circus tent. I even
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had a couple of clowns. Tossing a ball seemed very pretty, so I
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took it off the floor and noticed that it had a small lever, like
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musical boxes, so I started to move it with the intention of seeing a
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childish tonada pass began to ring almost instantly. I had the idea that a
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clown with a spring body would come out and that was it. However,
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not only did it take a long time for something to happen, but as
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soon as it opened, no clown with a spring body came out. Rather,
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the box opened showing a mirror which only reflected me. I looked more
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inside, but there was nothing else inside and I assumed that maybe it was
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broken. After that I decided to leave that room, but without knowing why
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something in me wanted to take that box, I assumed it was okay.
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After all, it looked like it was nobody' s anymore, so I
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took her to my room and after that I didn' t think of that
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box. For the rest of the day, that night, while I was
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trying to sleep, my thoughts returned over and over to that little box,
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so I got up and in the dark I remembered where I had left it.
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I took it and started to wind it one more time. If I
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' m honest, I didn' t know what I expected. After all,
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I had already seen what he was doing. Soon what had to happen
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happened. The box opened by letting the mirror see, but this time I
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could not only see my reflection, but behind me seemed to be a child
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only that something blurred, because I could not see it well. I immediately
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turned around, but there was nothing. From there I turned back into the
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mirror, but this one no longer reflected anything. I got a little scared.
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However, despite my eleven years, I was no believer in the paranormal
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subject or anything like that. I tried to check if there was a spot
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in the mirror. Then I thought maybe I was just tired, so I
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closed the box and got ready to sleep. The next day, as soon
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as I opened my eyes, I realized that the sun had risen. I
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was very excited about that, as the nanny would have no excuse not to
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let me go to the garden. So, after breakfast I went out the
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garden was huge, but what I was most interested in seeing was a huge
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tree, which you could see from the window that was my room. It
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seemed dry all the time, for even though the rest of the trees around
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it had leaves and even some of them flowers and fruits, it only had
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dried branches. I remember asking my father, who told me the tree was
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probably dead. I was wondering why. If he was dead. They hadn
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' t cut him down, but it' s not like he thought much
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of him either. All that day I spent playing and digging in the ground
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and as I walked through the extensive garden, I came across what seemed to
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make a tomb or that I believed in the beginning, because when I saw
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it I realized that on a rock of the ground there was a small plaque
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that looked old, which had the name Sebastian Herrera engraved. There was also
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a date that told me that I hadn' t lived long. That plaque
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was my first encounter with death and it goes without saying that it disturbed me
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enough. I tried to stay as far away from that area as possible.
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After all, it felt like disrespect being playing around there. In the afternoon
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I found myself in the bathroom. It was my first time taking a bath
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in a tub, so it seemed like a fun experience to me, and
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when I found myself closing my eyes to soap my hair, I could feel
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how the temperature of the bath began to drop so drastically that even my teeth
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began to brown. That made no sense to me. The water was perfect.
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Just a few minutes ago, however, I couldn' t stand the
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cold and set out to get out of Latin. But while I was doing
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it, I slipped hitting my head. A little before I lost consciousness,
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I could hear a slight mocking and childish laughter and at the bathroom door I
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could see back that blurry child from which the laughter seemed to come. I
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woke up almost an hour later in my bed, with the babysitter on the
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verge of collapse. As soon as I woke up, his eyes lit up
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and he started asking me questions that at that moment seemed silly, like what
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was my name or what year we were in now that I am big I
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understand, but at that moment I think I think I was a fool.
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I remember questioning her if she had a son, who she had brought home,
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because, since I had seen him, she seemed to be very surprised
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by that question, but in the end she didn' t care, believing
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that the blow to my head had made me hallucinate things. I remember,
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after the initial crash, the nanny tried to persuade me to do that between
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us. If I' m honest, I didn' t really care.
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I assumed it was like falling into the yard. They were things that happened
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that night. While I was sleeping, I had a rather strange dream.
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I woke up in my bed and when I saw through the window that tree
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that was supposedly dead, it was full of green leaves and it seemed very
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leafy. Under that tree was a little boy who seemed to be playing with
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fireworks. I left home to get closer to him, but despite getting too
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close, it was s or s p or seemed completely ignored. My presence
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was as if we were not in the same reality. I could see how
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the boy' s fireworks ran out, so he started running towards a shed,
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which I had never seen before. I followed him. When the boy
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opened the door, I noticed that the place was full of fireworks of any
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kind. Like Polvora, it seemed that this was a place where those artifacts
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were made. The boy took one of the fireworks on the table and with
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the other hand brought a match to light it. I may have only been
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eleven at the time, but even I knew that you shouldn' t do
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that. Every fiber of my being wanted to warn you. However, before
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I could do so, my dream ended abruptly with a rather peculiar sound like
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an explosion. My awakening was so chaotic. I was sweating and my heart
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was going to r thousand an hour and I didn' t understand why.
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While I was catching my breath, I saw that little box by my side
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and threw it off the other side of the room. When he touched the
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wall of it, he opened and let that tone ring. I knew it
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wouldn' t stop unless I closed it, so I got out of bed
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to pick it up, but when I did and I saw the reflection in
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the mirror, there was that child again who back in the dark looked blurry.
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I couldn' t see it clearly no matter how hard I tried.
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Then I closed the box and got into bed, wishing everything was more than
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another nightmare. I took a while, but I finally fell asleep. I
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don' t remember dreaming anything, especially in this second dream, only that
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I was awakened by laughter, childish laughter, which seemed to be very close
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to me, although I couldn' t see anyone. I remember covering my
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ears trying not to listen, but that doesn' t work. It was
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then that I realized that the laughter came from that box, and that was
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the last thing I got up, took the box and threw it into the
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street, thinking that in this way I would finally get rid of all the
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weird events I had been experiencing since I had found it. I couldn'
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t sleep for the rest of the night. I could only think of that
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strange boy and that box and wonder if I was going crazy. After all,
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those experiences bordered on madness. The next day, my father came back
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to give me the news that we would be leaving in three days. I
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was very happy about that, as there was nothing else on earth that moved
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me more than to get away from that house to never come back again,
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even though I had no idea what was waiting for me. The days have
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passed. After all, that had already prepared all my things to leave very
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early. That day I was completely excited. This was the first time that
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a move was so exciting to me, but I wanted to leave with all
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my strength, even though in those last two days I had experienced nothing out
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of the ordinary. Around eleven o' clock at night, the nanny was
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already asleep. I, for one, couldn' t sleep. I didn
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' t know if it was insomnia because of how excited I was to leave,
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or else I could make that I had eaten too many sweets that day.
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Whatever the reason was, I was very thirsty so I went to the
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kitchen for a glass of water. While I was drinking something, it made
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my blood freeze. Suddenly I heard that same tune from the music box.
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That made no sense, for he had thrown her into the street and the
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next day she was no longer there. So I figured maybe another kid saw
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her and had taken her or someone had kicked her too far. I looked
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for her with my eyes, or there was no doubt that she was the
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same tune. I had to be close, but no matter how much I
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looked for her, I couldn' t find her anywhere. The sound seemed
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to become louder and louder to such an extent that I was surprised that the
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babysitter did not wake up. I wanted to wake her up myself, but
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I didn' t want her to think that I was a scared child and
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even worse that I told my father, so after thinking about it a little
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bit, I decided to go back to my room. As I walked back,
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I heard a few steps on the top floor of the nanny' s
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room. She was there, so I assumed she was the one who had
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woken up listening to all the fuss and going down to see what was going
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on I walked up to the ladder. But very soon I realized it wasn
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' t about the nanny. The first thing he saw was a little barefoot
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feet, which seemed mistreated, full of blisters and scrapes, every po part
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of me. When I saw them, he shouted at me to run,
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but my feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, not obeying the instructions
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my brain was shouting at them. The figure began to reveal itself more and
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more, showing that the rest of his body was no better than his feet.
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The torso was burned and the clothes were torn. The darkness did not
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allow me to see it at all well, but with the little I saw
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it was enough to generate a deep fear. The last part was the worst,
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because as he went down the stairs a little bit further, he showed
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that that little figure had a terrifying face, his eyes totally white and lifeless,
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his skin pale, full of blisters and with a diabolical smile. I
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felt that my own soul was leaving my body from fear. My legs finally
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answered and I ran straight to my room, where I locked myself. I
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was sitting in my bed praying whatever I remembered at that time, which was
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not too much, since my father was not a believer and therefore neither,
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through the door crevice, could I see how someone stopped on the other side
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and started to knock I continued to pray, while the knocks on my door
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became stronger and stronger. There were times when I felt that they were even
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going to throw the door away and at a given moment this stopped. However,
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even under the door it was seen that the child was still there.
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I was completely terrified, without even being able to move. Then with horror
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I observed how the door knob began to move very quickly, until finally the
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door was opened completely, leaving before me that hideous figure, which this time
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did not look so blurry, for the light of the corridor illuminated it perfectly
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well the whole body. It was filled with blisters and burns. The awful
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thing was that this time on his shoulders he couldn' t find his head.
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The body of that child walked straight toward me and, lifting one of
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his hands, pointed to the tree outside my window. I didn' t
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want to look, but it seemed like he wouldn' t leave me alone
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or leave me alone until he did, so I turned my head and looked
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at the tree, which just then was lit by lightning. It was then
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that I saw one of the most appalling scenes, which even today I close
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my eyes and I can see perfectly in one of the branches was the head
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of the child, which, at the time I looked at her, opened
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her eyes and smiled at me in the scariest way I had ever seen.
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I shouted with all my might waking up to the nanny, who immediately went
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to see what was happening to me. But by the time she arrived,
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the boy had vanished and what he had seen in that tree was not found
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either. There I could not even speak to explain the horror I had experienced.
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The nanny stayed with me the rest of the night, but I couldn
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' t sleep. In fact, it took me too long to sleep.
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After that, as scheduled, we moved in the next day. Just my
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dad was making the car. I went up my stuff and I didn'
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t want to get out of there. When it was finally time to leave
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I turned to take a last look at the house and through one of the
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windows, exactly through the window of what had been my room, I could
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see the blurred silhouette of the child. I never went back to that house
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or experienced anything similar in any other. To tell you the truth, I
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appreciate it. I have no idea it was all I experienced. All I
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know is that I' m glad all that' s left in the past,
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and I hope I' ll never experience anything similar again. A story
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written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante