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El Asilo MALDITO - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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My name is raimundo and I want to tell you the story that changed my
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life forever. After months of job search, I finally got a job as
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a nurse in a nursing home outside the city. As soon as I was
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contacted, I didn' t think twice, as I was eager to begin
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my career in caring for the elderly. My first day in the asylum was,
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like any other, in a new job full of nervousness and expectations.
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The work environment seemed efficient and the patients, for the most part, did
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not seem to be a problem. The months passed and I felt more comfortable
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in my new role. My co- workers were kind and the elderly,
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who they cared for, needed attention, but they were not particularly difficult to
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deal with. It seemed like I had finally found my place in the world.
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However, all changes in a stormy night. It was a rainy and
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healing obs night and my turn was about to end. At that time we
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received a phone call that would mark the beginning of an unimaginable nightmare. She
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was a woman looking for information on how to get her father into the asylum.
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Despite our attempts to explain the process, the woman did not seem interested
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in listening to us. His only question was whether he could bring his father
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the next day and, if not, when it would be as soon as
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he could leave him. There we decided that the elder would be admitted the
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next day, without imagining the terrible consequences of our decision. When the old
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man arrived at the asylum, the next day, it was I who received
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him. Her daughter seemed scared with deep shiners revealing sleepless night. He did
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not provide much details about the specific care his father needed. He only said
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that he did not require any special attention and provided the name of the elder
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Anselmo, along with some contact telephone numbers. Without saying goodbye to her father,
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the young woman quickly left Anselmo. The old man, recently arrived,
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seemed to be a common man in every respect, except for a peculiarity that
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I could not overlook. His right eye was empty and along his cheek was
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spreading a scar that looked frightening. The data provided by your daughter allowed me
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to know her full name, as well as some medical conditions, but I
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did not manage to get any answers from him. While trying to make him
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feel welcome, I decided to show him the asylum facilities, thinking it might
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help make him feel more comfortable. I pushed his wheelchair down the halls,
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describing the common areas and activities we offered residents. However, Anselmo remained silent
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as if he were in another world. Finally I took him to the playroom,
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where several elders were busy with different activities. As he entered the room,
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Anselmo stared at one of the residents his eyes, eyes that seemed lifeless.
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They were filled with a strange intensity as he began to laugh frantically and
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creepyly, his laughter resounded in the room and shook me to the bone.
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Repeated over and over while pointing at one of the elders is behind you.
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He' s right behind you. The other elders in the halls froze their
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gazes of confusion and terror turned to me. The atmosphere became dense and oppressive,
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as if something evil had invaded the place. I approached Anselmo trying to
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calm him down, but his laughter did not stop and his gaze was still
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nailed to the old man he pointed to. I felt trapped in a nightmare
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I couldn' t understand. I took Anselmo' s wheels and started pushing
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him out of the room. However, the look that Anselmo threw at me
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with his only soulless eye, was terrifying in an instant. Anselmo bit my
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arm with inhuman ferocity. My scream filled the room and the scene turned into
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chaos. Three nurses had to intervene to separate Anselmo from me. Anselm'
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s strength seemed supernatural and a joint effort was needed to contain it. When
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they finally managed to separate him, I observed in horror that Anselmo had made
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my arm bleed. My wounds, though painful, did not result in such
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serious damage and I was able to receive medical attention. After that creepy encounter
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with Anselmo in the game room. The nights in the asylum became more and
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more disturbing. The elders began to tell stories of their own chilling experiences with
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the new resident. Some claimed to have seen strange shadows following him, while
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others spoke of disturbing whispers emanating from his room at night. My curiosity led
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me to investigate more about Anselmo. I discovered that he had been vetoed from
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multiple homes and hospitals in mysterious circumstances and without much information about it, without
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any medical or family records, solid except for his daughter, which only increased
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the aura of mystery surrounding him. The nights became even more frightening when the
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screams and laments from Anselmo' s room became routine. Often the other residents
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claimed to have seen dark shadows circling their door and some even swore to hear
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demonic whispers. The co- workers refused to enter their room after dark and
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I was trapped in the growing atmosphere of paranoia and terror. One night of
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o, I decided to face my fears and enter Anselmo' s room,
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after his roommate came to warn me with great fear that something horrible was going
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on with Anselmo. Today, however, I wish I had never done so.
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I found him snuggled in the corner of the room, muttering incomprehensible words
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and drawing strange symbols on the walls with what seemed to be his own blood
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at a terrifying moment, at the moment when Anselmo noticed my presence in his
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room, he turned his head surprisingly fast, almost in a complete twist,
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as if his neck were rubbery a chill. He toured my back as I
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watched him wondering how it was possible for an old man to have such agility.
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His empty eye was fixed on me. His lips uttered in an inhuman
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tone some ununderstanding words at first, but soon I could understand the name of
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one of the residents, who was all the same old man he had pointed
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out on his first day in the asylum. Next to his name, he
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repeated again and again that he was next. My thoughts clouded for a moment
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as I tried to understand what Anselmo was saying. The room was immersed in
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an oppressive shadow, only illuminated by the dim light of a candle that Anselmo
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had lit before his macabre head spin, before he could ask further questions.
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Anselmo' s voice changed, becoming even more sinister. He began to murmur
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about a dark past, broken promises and pending revenges, while stressing how clumsy
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he was for not understanding it. His words didn' t make sense.
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They were a torrent of incoherence and madness. I feared for my own safety
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while trying to stay calm in the middle of that nightmare. At that time,
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the furniture in the room began to tremble unexplainably as if it were shaken
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by an invisible force. The shadows seemed to come alive dancing ominously on the
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walls. The air was loaded with static electricity and a feeling of oppression took
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over the room. That was the last thing my mind could bear, so
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I decided to leave Anselmo' s room quickly. But just as I was
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heading for the door, it was suddenly closed with a deafening rumble. I
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was trapped inside with the troubled old man, who kept muttering inconsistencies and pointing
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towards me as he laughed at my clear terror. Terror flooded me and in
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a desperate attempt to escape, I pushed with all my might against the door,
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but it did not yield, for it seemed sealed by a supernatural force.
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I looked at Anselmo, whose only eye now shone with evil radiance.
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He knew that something dark had possessed him, something that was willing to destroy
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everything around him. My heart was pounding as I struggled to find a way
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out in the middle of this nightmare in the asylum, wondering what a terrible
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secret it was. Behind all this, the tension in the room reached its
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peak when another nurse, Alberto, heard the commotion and ran to Anselmo'
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s room. For my fortune, when she tried to open the door,
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it came without resistance, as if she had never been stuck. The temporary
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relief seized me as I entered, but it soon became a sense of unbearable
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restlessness. Anselmo sat on the floor with his back leaning on the wall laughing
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in a chilling manner. His laughter was strident and heartbreaking, like the squealing
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of a wounded animal. Empty eyes continued to shine in a malevolent way and
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his lips twisted into a twisted smile that showed yellowish and sharp teeth like fangs.
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Alberto and I share a look of concern, without being sure how to
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deal with this situation. Anselm seemed to be under the influence of an evil
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entity that was beyond our comprehension. We tried to talk to him trying to
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calm him down, but his answers were even more inconsistent than before, so,
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without knowing what else we both left the room leaving him there the next
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morning, during breakfast, I noticed that toño had not left his room.
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This seemed strange to me, as Toño never used to stay in bed during
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lunch hours. In addition, the seat that Toño used to occupy was now
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occupied by Anselmo, who acted as if everything happened the night before had not
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happened. Intrigued and concerned, I decided to visit Toño' s room to
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make sure he was okay, and as I entered the room I found a
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scene that left me unalienated Toño lay in his bed completely motionless with my eyes
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closed. I called Toño several times, but there was no answer. There
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were no signs of fighting or visible injuries to his body. Toño seemed to
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have died while sleeping in peace. The news of Toño' s death quickly
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spread through the asylum and the elderly were visibly affected. Everyone knew that Toño
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had no serious health problems and that his death was sudden and mysterious. The
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nurses and asylum staff tried to keep calm, but the atmosphere was full of
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fear and suspicion. I was overwhelmed by sadness and confusion. The words of
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Anselmo were haunted over and over again by my mind. I wondered if Toño
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had done something to me during the night, while blaming me for not having
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intervened any more. After Toño' s tragic death. It seemed that the
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asylum never or dodging to recover the peace it once had. No matter what
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room Anselmo was put in, all the elders ended up complaining about him,
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the nights became even more disturbing. As reports piled up, Anselmo woke up
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in the middle of the night laughing frantically and speaking in strange tongues as if
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he were in a trance. Some even claimed that, as soon as Anselmo
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entered his room, a cold sensation enveloped the room, no matter how hot
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the heating was. Faced with the growing concern and fear of the other elders,
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the asylum administration made the decision to give Anselmo a room of its own
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isolated from the rest. It was a desperate attempt to maintain peace and ensure
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the safety of other residents. However, that was not enough to stop the
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disturbing discomfort surrounding Anselmo. I myself experienced something strange every time I found myself
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near him. The wound on my arm caused by its fierce bite began to
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hurt more and more intensely when I was near Anselmo, but I knew that
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my own discomfort was insignificant compared to the well- being of the elderly,
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whom I cared for. Your safety was my priority. On one occasion I
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had to sleep in the asylum because of an early shift the next day.
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This was not unusual, I had not done on previous occasions. However,
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that night felt different from the beginning. Even before turning off the light and
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lying down I felt a strange oppression in the air, I decided to lock
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the door, looking for a false sense of security in the privacy of my
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room. As the night progressed, the feeling of restlessness persisted, I tried
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to ignore it and close my eyes, but he or the dream escaped me.
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That' s when I woke up abruptly soaked in sweat and shaking.
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I couldn' t remember the details of the dream, but I was sure
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it had been a terrible nightmare. I tried to calm myself by breathing deeply
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in the darkness of my room, but the minutes passed and the disturbing sensation
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did not fade away. That' s when I heard the incomprehensible whispers.
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At first I thought they were the product of my fatigue and tension, but
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as I paid more attention, I realized that the whispers were real and came
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from somewhere inside my room. Trickily, I tried to adjust my view in
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the dark and in one of the corners of the room, I saw a
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figure sitting. He was a person who stared at me with eyes that seemed
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to reflect the same darkness that had enveloped the asylum in recent times. Fear
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swept me from top to bottom and in a desperate attempt to understand what was
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happening, I lit the room light, but there was no one there,
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only the rocking chair that moved slowly, as if someone had been there moments
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before. The night I experienced that terrifying vision in my room left me completely
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undisclosed. The disturbing whispers that filled the air and the figure that seemed to
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observe me from the corner became a persistent echo in my mind I could not
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sleep all night, trying to convince myself that everything had been the product of
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my exhausted imagination or that I could have a rational explanation. The next day
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I tried to continue my routine in the asylum, repressing the memory of that
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disturbing night. However, as I passed by Don Anselmo, I felt his
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hand grasping my arm hard. His empty gaze fixed on me as he laughed
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and questioned me like this, he had visited me in my room the night
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before. I didn' t know what to answer. My blood got cold
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and I walked away from him trying to pretend I didn' t know what
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I was talking about. But since that day, nightmares involving a demonic shadow
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have become more and more recurrent. They tormented me every night, leaving me
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exhausted and full of fear. To make matters worse, some of the elders
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began to die in the same way as Toño in apparent peace, as if
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life had simply vanished from them. While they were sleeping desperate and not knowing
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who to turn to I decided to talk to Anselmo' s daughter, the
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young woman who had left him in the asylum, but when we finally managed
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to make contact with her, she informed us that she had moved out of
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town and that she had no plans to return. We were alone with this
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dark mystery that seemed to involve us more and more. The situation with Anselmo
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worsened over time. He locked himself completely in his room, refusing to leave
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and threatening to harm anyone who tried to enter his threats were disturbing and his
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words seemed inconsistent, as if under the influence of a dark force. One
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day while taking his breakfast to his room, Anselmo did not respond to the
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silence that reigned in his room was oppressive with a feeling of restlessness in his
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chest. I opened the door and came across a scene that frozen my blood
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in my veins. Anselmo lay in his bed in an inhuman position with the
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extremities grotesquely twisted. What was even more frightening was the expression on his face,
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a twisted smile that seemed to challenge all logic and humanity. His room
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was full of symbols, sinister, staves drawn on the walls and twisted and
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blasphemous crucifixes. I tried to make him react, but there was no doubt
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that he was no longer with us. Anselmo' s death was a terrifying
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and enigmatic ending to a series of inexplicable events that had tormented the asylum for
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so long. We ran out of answers, without understanding the true nature of
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what had happened. Although Anselmo was no longer the dark mystery that surrounded him,
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he persisted and the asylum remained a place where the shadow of the supernatural
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lurched in every corner, waiting to manifest itself once again. Although time passed
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and Anselmo was no longer present the dark legacy he left behind, he continued
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to torment the asylum. Any elderly person occupying the room that formerly belonged to
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Anselmo complained of strange sounds in the middle of the night, an intense cold
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that infiltrated the bones and a disturbing feeling of not being alone. The worst
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of all was that, shortly after occupying that room, these elders died in
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mysterious and disconcerting circumstances. The situation became unsustainable and the administration of asylum was
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at a crossroads. It was evident that something dark and sinister was at stake
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in that room, something that went beyond any rational explanation. They had no
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choice but to permanently close the room in a desperate attempt to put an end
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to the series of unexplained tragedies that had plagued the asylum. For so long,
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Anselmo' s room became a forbidden place a constant reminder of the terrors
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that had haunted the elders and asylum staff. Although tranquility gradually returned to the
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asylum over the years, no one could forget the supernatural experiences and strange deaths
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that had occurred there. The story of Anselmo and his cursed room became a
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legend that was transmitted from generation to generation in the asylum that life went on.
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The shadow of the unknown and the supernatural continues to lurk in every corner,
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reminding us that some things escape our understanding and that evil can manifest itself
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in the most disturbing ways. The asylum became a place marked by mystery and
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horror, where the dark past was still alive in the memory of those who
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had witnessed the inexplicable anonymous account