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Los Espectros Bajo Mi Cama: Nunca Te Asomes Debajo De Ella - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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As every night I used to accompany my son to his bed, which meant
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being with him for a while. Angel was a very different boy from the
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rest. His ability and vision were so advanced that a large number of acquaintances
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assured that that child had a gift of birth. That series of events were
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complicated for me, because, despite being my son, I definitely did not
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know the origin of those attitudes. I also tried to analyze in depth the
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different behaviors and, in the same way, I remembered how important it was
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to keep him away from evil, because on one occasion I found a woman
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in the street, who assured me that I should be careful with Angel'
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s capacity, because it was something supernatural. One of my son' s
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characteristics was his great fear of the multiple evil beings living under his bed.
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Clearly that was something that made me laugh. I knew a child' s
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imagination had no limits. However, there came a specific time when those episodes
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were becoming more and more frequent that made me wonder what exactly my son felt
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My son was always looking for a way to find out what his little head
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was thinking if maybe it was a context he invented to get attention or if
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there really was something I should investigate in him, because his behaviors began to
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get weird, when he used to go out and play with the children little
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by little he was hiding in any corner of a place. It was as
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if someone was consuming their energy and joy. The more I stopped to watch
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it. I could analyze that, in fact, those changes of attitude to
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which the child eager to live had disappeared. So I immediately tried to go
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to a psychology specialist. That' s when my son was treated immediately,
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so after several sessions, the psychologist couldn' t understand everything that was going
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on either, so every visit to his office left me even more worried.
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Specialists claimed that it was something beyond because my son had an unusual attitude for
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a person as young as six years old. That was something I definitely knew,
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but I wanted to find a logical and coherent answer to things. Every
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time the days passed, his skin began to become more pale as if he
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had a strange disease. So, apart from the psychologist, I chose to
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take him with a doctor himself who, despite having done an endless study,
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failed to find the real problem. That subject that had been just a checkup,
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became a subject that I was worried about. As the days passed,
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my son’ s attitudes became more evident. These events were so serious that
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the collapses and crises at night were present in my son' s mind.
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He claimed there was something under his bed and could not help feeling his presence.
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So one day, in the middle of a crisis, I decided to
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keep him company. When I finally got to sleep, I began to hear
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voices like whining in my mind getting louder and louder and with an indescribable echo.
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Deep down in my being I knew it was a simple dream. However,
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I felt that an eternity had passed away, as much as I tried
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to wake up. He wasn' t successful. I felt in my being
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that famous paralysis of the dream that many people were laughing at and it was
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really indescribable at that point in my life, I feared for what could happen,
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so, after so many attempts, I could finally wake up. When
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I opened my eyes, I realized that Angel was not in the room,
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so I was going to get up as quickly as possible and start my search
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was still night and everything was dark and I started screaming all over the house
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and checking every corner of it. However, my search was not working out
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as I expected. After several minutes I knew that there was a very important
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place to look, so I headed to his room and looked under his bed.
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It was at that moment that I was relieved to see him. However,
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he was crying in a fetal position, telling me to leave the house,
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ensuring that the spirits next to him wanted to take over me as they
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did with him. I couldn' t understand what happened at the time.
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Everything was very complicated for me. Without a doubt, the search for what
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had only been a strange behavior became a terrifying reality. It was like this
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when, when I looked back under the bed, I could finally observe the
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face of a woman with long, black and silky hair. That' s
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when my life stopped in a moment. All I wanted to do at the
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time was run, take my son and run away from that house. However,
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my state of panic earned me more than anything, and it was like
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that when I saw my life pass in just a second. That strange woman
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looked so real. But at the same time, my subconscious and its way
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of being knew it was a spirit. So there came a time when that
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strange being began to scream out of control. My son didn' t show
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up the house. She was increasingly lonely and dark. It would seem that
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the night was becoming eternal and my patience and fear even more, so,
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in the midst of a great despair, it finally became day I was able
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to locate Angel deep asleep under pillows and at the same time I went to
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the bathroom to wash my face, for I was surprised to see my face,
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because I was unrecognizable. It looks like I haven' t slept in
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days. My shiners were so pronounced that I couldn' t understand what happened.
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In a few minutes later, she rang the phone, so immediately upon
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answering, I could hear my mother from the other side with a voice of
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concern, wondering if I was all right, for she claimed that five days
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had passed in which no one knew of me such a point of wanting to
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knock on the door and that each one would find itself as if there were
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no one at that time. I understood the fear and anguish of my son
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and mine, for it was a hell in the time that made us lose
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for several days. So when she explained that to my mother, she hung
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up the phone and within a few minutes she was already out of my house
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with a very big expression of concern. I tried to explain everything, but
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she just looked at me and cared even more clearly, she didn' t
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believe me half of what she was saying, because my mother thought I'
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d gone crazy. So when I saw my son and he told him exactly
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the same version as I did, he proceeded to scold me, for she
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was sure that it had been ideas he had made to my head and so
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he had convinced my son that they were real. My mother, worried,
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informed my relatives about what happened. It had really become a very complicated subject,
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as everyone complained that I could not raise my child that way. It
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wasn' t the right thing to do, so from one moment to another
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they decided to put me in a psychiatric hospital where everything was horrible, the
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deals, the food, but mainly the night, because I used to see
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the same woman under my bed talking to me and expressing those things I had
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seen before. I really came to a point where I myself thought I'
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d gone crazy. However, there was also the certainty in my life that
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this woman was real and continued to pursue me for some reason. Specifically,
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there was an occasion where my despair had really taken hold of me, so
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I just braved myself and began to approach that woman by crying out to her,
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which was what she wanted from me, to which this woman simply stared
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at me and began to release a very big whining in the midst of fear.
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This spirit began to tell me that he was not looking for me,
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but for my son. The most viable option I had was to convince myself
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that I was crazy to stay with an angel, because my son had a
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great resemblance to the one she had lost in life, even though she consumed
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it. In the midst of a search and denial of death, she chose
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to commit suicide in her old life and herself to continue searching for her little
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one. However, that was never possible, so knowing that story, it
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all made sense. However, realizing that I was connecting with a spirit,
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it made me think that I was indeed crazy, but I really couldn'
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t do anything about it. I was still in the same psychiatric hospital where
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most of the day doctors gave me up. There would be no way out
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but to find a solution and get my son back, because now more than
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I ever cared about his well- being and everything that involved his life.
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Things had gone out of control, because that woman no longer visited me every
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night, but she assured that Angel did, because her interest really arose from
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my little one and she would do her best to seize her soul and go
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to rest calmly, for it was the least she deserved to have a life
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like that. Clearly, I totally refused. On one of the visits I
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had with my mother, I begged her to get me out of that horrible
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place, because I wasn' t crazy and I had to take care of
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my son. However, those words that came out of my mouth were in
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vain, for my progenitor always claimed that I was going mad. After a
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few weeks, the doctor saw improvement in me, so they decided to finish
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my treatment in the psychiatric hospital and proceed to treatment at home. That decision
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had made me completely happy, as I would be close to my little one.
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However, that same night that demon became a woman appeared again, making
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me think I was really crazy. It was at that time that I tried
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to control myself, because I really wanted to get my son back and get
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rid of that spirit. But the truth didn' t know how. Clearly,
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Angel was in a trance of uncertainty and confusion, for he also claimed
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that he saw that woman and that all the time asked her to go with
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her. However, my son was very clever and knew that he was a
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demon and, in view of what happened months ago, he refrained from talking
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to others and only did it to me. So, after a long talk
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and days gone by, I built up my courage and told my family that
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it was best to change residence together with my son, so as not to
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cause them problems or, worse yet, to think I was really crazy.
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I wanted to prove that I was willing to do everything to save myself,
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but mainly to get rid of those demons who were so after me. My
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despair was great, but my strength was even greater, for I wished to
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give my son the best, but things did not go as I wanted.
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We were both afraid that the night would come, because we knew perfectly well
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what would happen. So, in the midst of a crisis, fear and
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uncertainty, that night, that woman' s spectre began to pull my son
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out as if I decided that the final stage would be. I never forget
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my mind, as Angel begged for help and shouted my name. All I
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could do was stay paralyzed. I couldn' t believe what was happening.
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They were consuming my little boy' s soul and gradually I could observe how
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his bones were more noticeable, the tone of his skin becoming paler and paler
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and as he cried out to me for help, I only watched that soul
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in sorrow take hold of him. So while I was reacting, that woman
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had taken my son under the bed. I automatically started looking for him and
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when I could finally feel him, an icy air invaded my whole being and
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when I tried to get him out of bed, I realized that Angel had
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lost his life. I couldn' t believe what was going on. It
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seemed like a dream I just wanted to wake up from. But unfortunately it
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was a reality, because my son had died because of me. So,
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in the midst of all the tragedy, I marked my mother and minutes later
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I lost track of things. That was when, when I opened my eyes
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again, I was in the psychiatric hospital without understanding what happened. Indeed,
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my son had died while the officers and family declared that I was the killer
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and although I tried to explain to them what happened definitively, no one believed
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in my word. I was really living a sea of emotions, because even
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though I didn' t see that woman again, I knew perfectly well that
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it was because I had my son' s soul, that child wanting to
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live, but with the bad luck of dying in an act That' s
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how my story ended, because I still find myself in the psychiatric hospital trying
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to understand things before, feeling guilty about my son' s death, but
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mainly because I never faced what was really happening. That spirit of that woman
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never returned, just like my life and desire to overcome. That' s
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how I always advise never to look under the bed. Anonymous account