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Ahora Mi Hijo Vive Dentro De Ese Muñeco - 1 hora 30 Minutos De Relatos De Demonios Y Maldiciones · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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  When we are young, we often think that life owes us a debt.
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  When we are children, most of the time, the consciousness of our own
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  existence is often hidden behind the veil of innocence. Some infants are more fortunate
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  than others and often have pleasant memories about that stage. Many children grow up
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  without knowing the lack, as their parents, grandparents, or siblings provide them
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  with everything they need to live comfortably. Previous generations often leave life to improve
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  the living conditions of the new souls who will travel through this vast world.
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  And, of course, it is not a universal rule, for there are
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  people who are born into misery and die in it. These kinds of people,
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  unfortunately, represent the majority here, in Latin American lands. Millions of
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  people have seen them and will continue to see their dreams vanish before their eyes
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  because of the lack of opportunity or fortune that will hardly knock on their doors.
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  I had the bad luck of being born first than my brother and I
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  say this is unfortunate, because if I had been a male, I would
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  probably have had a better childhood and possibly a better life. In general,
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  the women in my family used to say my grandfather that they serve only two
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  things, serve the man and beget life. I' m not sure since
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  when these ideas started making noise and becoming antagonistic to me, but in a
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  way I refused to think that my life would be reduced to just those two
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  activities, but what I could do in a family and around so strongly attached
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  to their traditions. My mother used to regret my birth, because, despite
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  sharing the same gender with me, she has very marked my grandfather' s
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  ideas, although I can' t be so hard on her either. His
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  thought was formed according to the environment in which he was raised and perhaps once
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  wanted to challenge status, but he never had the courage to do so.
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  Marriage with my father was arranged by my maternal and paternal grandparents, something that
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  many will make noise to listen to these times, something completely normal for people
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  who grew up under these ideas. When my father turned eighteen years old enough,
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  according to my grandfather for a child to become a man, they started
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  looking for a couple for him before he left the train. The point is,
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  there was a problem. My mother wasn' t quite a woman yet.
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  When my father was considered an adult, his future wife was about fourteen
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  years old. This inconvenience led to a marriage agreement between them. When my
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  mother turned fifteen, and as if she had no guarantee and respect between the
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  two families, my grandfather promised a yoke of oxen in exchange for my mother
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  ' s hand, which at that time was hardly a child whose life had
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  been planned by her parents, that is, in the future the most she
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  could aspire to would be a mother, a wife and a housewife. My
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  maternal grandparents pledged to protect my mother' s chastity until the moment she was
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  married to my father. Something curious, since at no time was the same
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  demanded for my future dad, but I guess the value of a yunta was
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  equal to the price of a woman. I don' t have much idea
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  what my father did during those four years that he waited for his partner to
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  be a whole woman. All I know is that he started to work with
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  the town' s groceries and became his right hand. On the fifteenth birthday,
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  both families met and, with the help of my grandparents, had set
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  up a business that sold fertilizers, fertilizers, grains, seeds and other products
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  for the home and the countryside. It was going really well, as it
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  was the only one in the area that offered such inputs. My mother'
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  s family was delighted with how much her son- in- law had prospered,
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  and my paternal grandparents kept sucking on the quinceañera. They were more than
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  happy with the helpful, educated and beautiful that the young woman had become without
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  delay. They planned the wedding for the end of the year, it would
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  be just a few days before Christmas. They got to work and got the
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  animals to sacrifice. They planned the menu, reserved Mass in the village church
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  and invited all members of both families. There are a few photos of that
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  event, which my parents treasured. When we were children, we used to
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  watch them and my parents used to tell us some anecdotes and talk to us
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  about the people who accompanied them. My father, who had become a successful
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  merchant, was excited when his young wife told him that she was very possibly
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  pregnant and that she would do her best to be a boy. My father
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  wouldn' t tolerate a failure. He was worried because the fortune teller of
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  the people had told him that a curse would fall on his family, which
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  is why every Sunday when they went to Mass, he asked God for his
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  first son to be a boy, since if something happened to him, he
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  could leave a worthy successor. Throughout the pregnancy, my mother suffered from the
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  constant doubt that whipped my father for the simple idea that the man who was
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  waiting so long would not be born. My mother tried to calm him down,
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  setting as an example the births of her older brothers, who had all
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  been men, so everything seemed to indicate that she would follow this same line.
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  But there are some things that humans can' t control, the sex
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  of babies and the will of deities that challenge all logic. After nine months
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  I was born before they first saw me, they were all celebrating and celebrating
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  the arrival of the firstborn. But all that atmosphere ended when the midwife called
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  my father and quietly told him to come in to meet his son. He
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  got in quickly excited. He approached my mother, who held me in her
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  arms whose countenance passed from love to fear and shame. When he charged me
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  and saw me well, they say that his expression of joy passed to a
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  disappointment and contempt. My mother asked her to forgive her, but that she
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  was still her daughter and her blood was running through my veins, to which
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  my father questioned the midwife how long it would take my mother to recover,
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  as they had to correct the mistake. And so it was, then,
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  shortly after my mother returned from childbirth and was again in a hugged bal.
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  Every day I could, my father demanded his longed- for son as if
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  he were a Swiss watch. After nine months of gestation my younger brother was
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  born. Finally the man my parents so longed for. My father went crazy
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  when he was born and invited all his friends and acquaintances to drink in the
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  village canteen. He was alarmed by the great man in whom he would become
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  and boast of the wonderful things that he would become when he was great.
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  The sick love that my father began to develop for my brother led my mother
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  to stay out of the education of her own son. My father claimed that
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  if the child stayed with us, he would learn nothing and acquire female habits
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  and ways, so that my mother simply fed him and cared for him as
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  if he were a nobleman. Food was always served first to the two of
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  them. His clothes always had to be clean when needed and he was forbidden
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  to enter the kitchen or wash some clothes. The rest of the time I
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  was not in school, I spent it in business with my father, since
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  from a very young age I had to learn the family business, which I
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  would inherit when I grew up a little more. And not only that.
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  The house and other valuables that my parents had eventually acquired were also promised to
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  my brother. As my brother grew up, he became extremely unbearable with my
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  mother and me. He did not tolerate us answering him or saying anything about
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  it. My father seemed proud of the megalomaniac he was raising. He always
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  tried to give her the best and bought her shoes food clothes, for he
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  always enjoyed a great privilege and respect me, when I had to enter high
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  school. My father opposed arguing that a woman should just learn, write and
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  read with just that would be enough to find a good man and let him
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  take care of me. And the proposals of the people of the village were
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  not lacking, due to the well- positioned social and economic that my father
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  was thanks to his business. But my mother replied that at least she would
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  let me finish high school at the right time. Of course, my brother
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  and my father fell on him and I was simply excluded from the discussion.
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  My brother was never imposed anything or demanded as much as I did not have
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  to prove anything, because, being the heir and male, it was enough
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  for my father, even though he used to accompany my father to the business.
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  He showed no interest in himself and he used to loiter around, and
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  when I realized it, he threatened me not to say anything to my father,
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  not to help at home or at work. It was less time later,
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  when he began to meet with some friends he met on the street,
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  he began stealing money from the business to impress his lackeys. First he started
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  taking little money, but as he grew. The amount also increased. Obviously,
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  those differences were not going to be overlooked in my father' s eyes,
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  but he never told him or did anything. He just seemed to ignore
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  these attitudes. My brother' s day to day was to get up after
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  noon to demand that lunch be served for that hour, that the bath water
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  be hot and his clothes clean and organized, waiting for him to come out
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  of the shower and then go to the business, where he used to arrive
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  at the time he wanted, and only to loot the register and go to
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  cockfights with his friends or some bad- death bars, sometimes in this town
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  and others in neighboring cities, where he sometimes spent the night and returned from
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  tomorrow to sleep and repeat the routine. I didn' t stand out particularly
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  in nothing was bad for sports, lousy student and didn' t like working
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  with my father even though he was the owner' s son and his responsibility
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  was to be behind a desk signing some papers. The only thing I stood
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  out for was whistling. He was particularly good at it. It made him
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  strong and melodic, although it could also be quite irritating. When it bothered
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  me, we knew it was close because I had taken the habit of doing
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  it while I was out there. Apparently, he had learned to whistle thanks
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  to his friends, who even had some sort of code to communicate with each
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  other. The fact is that my brother' s continued thefts into my father
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  ' s business led to his beginning to go wrong. It was no longer
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  enough to cover payments to suppliers and the credits that began to be purchased began
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  to become difficult to pay. In the face of this situation, my brother
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  seemed not to have had my father loaned him money, even though things were
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  not going well. This whole situation led me to put our house as a
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  guarantee as a desperate measure and without even notifying my mother, as most likely
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  before tremendous decision would have opposed it. We learned that the house had been
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  offered as a guarantee payment on an afternoon when my father had gone out with
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  my brother to visit one of his suppliers to negotiate, although some time later
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  we learned that they had actually gone to borrow money from my grandfather Paterno.
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  The fact is that a couple of men came, knocked on the door,
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  showed up and asked to speak to the man in the house. At that
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  time there was no one but my mother and I, so we asked that
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  any matter be dealt with with with my mother or leave a message for my
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  father. His reaction was not the most suitable. They said no, I
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  had nothing to deal with a couple of women, to which my mother replied
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  that if they wanted to, then they would wait for my father to return.
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  They said they had a couple more business in town and they' d
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  be back in a couple of hours. At dinner time. My father came
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  home and my brother wasn' t with him. He told us that he
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  was carrying out a commission for him. We told him that a couple of
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  men had gone to look for him while he wasn' t home. He
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  asked us about their names and when we answered him, he showed a little
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  nervousness. He told us not to worry that he would take care of them
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  next time. As the dinner was going on, they knocked on the door,
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  sent me to open it and receive the visitors. They were the same
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  men who had gone looking for him. That very afternoon they asked about my
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  father and I naively replied that he was already at home. I invited them
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  in and notified my father of his arrival. My father was a little shocked,
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  stood up and invited them to settle down at the table. He asked
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  my mother and I to take care of them and after that we went to
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  the kitchen. Both men ordered only coffee and, as soon as we served
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  all three cups, we retired to the kitchen. But the doubt about what
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  these people were looking for made us stay on the slope behind the door connecting
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  the kitchen to the dining room. We heard that he was told that the
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  deadline was over and the interest had not been covered, so his visit should
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  be claimed possession of the house. My father replied that he would pay them
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  that same night, as he had collected the money and that at any time
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  his beloved son would arrive from the bank with a check ready to hand them
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  over and pay the debt. The men mentioned they didn' t have much
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  time, but they did mean it. They had nothing left but to wait
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  for the happy check. A couple of hours passed and the night began to
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  cover the sun and make the moon shine. When my brother arrived a little
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  agitated, he went through the door without whistling and taking care to make as
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  little noise as possible. He was on his way to his room when my
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  father called him and told him that he had arrived at an excellent time,
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  as it would not be necessary to make another trip to the business of those
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  men who would hand him the check and finish that slope. My brother,
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  nervous and fearful, approached the dining room where the three impatient figures stood,
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  asked him to talk to my father, to which he replied that they vary
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  it later, since it was not a good time. My brother insisted and
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  my father asked permission. He stood up and approached my brother with a desperate
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  attitude. We only heard how my father let out a fort that the talk
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  between father and son, which until recently was held in a low voice,
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  now went on to thunder all over the house. My brother had lost the
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  money. Apparently, some men had been following him since they left Grandpa'
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  s house and when he was there, they just intercepted him, threatened him
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  and took away all the money he had on him. My father in anger,
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  despair and disappointment with his red face, looking down on the floor and
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  shrunk, told the pair of gentlemen that he had no way to pay them
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  off offered to keep the business, but they replied that during the afternoon they
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  had visited him and his value barely covered the interests of the money they had
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  lent him, so even apart from our house, they would also keep that
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  business. My mother stayed in Cock, left the kitchen and in tears.
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  He asked my father how that was possible. My father couldn' t raise
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  his face. She just stood still as my mother slapped her colorful face,
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  product of the embarrassing scene she was living. I suppose the accumulated emotions led
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  to the collapse of my father, who fell on his knees and then hit
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  his head with a small table that decorated the room the pair of men just
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  immuted. They approached my mother and me as we looked after my father and
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  told us that we had until tomorrow night to evict the place, they said
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  goodbye to my brother with a handshake and told him that first thing in the
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  morning he would look for them at a village inn to deliver documents in case
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  my father was not yet in condition. They crossed the door and left.
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  My brother reacted violently, shouted and cursed them saying that he would take their
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  lives. If they dared to take away his house and his business, we
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  would find ourselves trying to revive my father. While he was doing his tantrum,
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  he didn' t help us at all. He just went out drinking
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  with his friends. I went to find the village doctor, who attended immediately.
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  He went to our house. He reviewed my father, who had already
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  reacted by that time and after valuing him, informed us that he had suffered
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  from cardiac arrest and that he would most likely continue to suffer more if he
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  took things calmly, as he apparently had a breath in his heart, but
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  he needed to do more testing. How could we spend the night? First
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  thing in the morning, my father asked us to pack, he looked for
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  my brother, but he didn' t show up anywhere. Until about noon
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  a drunkard and talking about taking those men' s lives if they dared to
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  take him out, my father told us to finish packing. While he was
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  going to try to negotiate again with those lenders. He left and did not
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  return until the afternoon, accompanied by both men, and it was only to
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  tell us that we had to leave that he had spoken to my grandfather and
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  would welcome us. As that whole situation went on, morale was on the
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  ground. In those years my sick father, my mother took care of him
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  as much as she could, and my grandfather took care of most of the
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  expenses. My brother was still in his way and seemed to care nothing.
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  We didn' t know where he was getting money to continue his parties and
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  gambling. When he was at home, he was physically and verbally mistreated.
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  My father used to say that he was worthless, that he was a stupid
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  old man, and that he could not wait for the hour when he died,
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  as he was ashamed and saddened to be part of such a family full
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  of poor people. His attitude began to seem bad to my grandfather. Sometimes
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  I reproached my father for raising the star grandson, but things didn' t
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  go back to doing the same until one night, like many others where my
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  brother was going to party. He returned early with a bloody head because he
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  had apparently had a quarrel at the bar. He came whistling asking us to
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  take care of him and when we saw the state in which he was,
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  we got to work. But all that time he kept insulting us and making
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  fun of us. The tongue began to slip and confessed to us that the
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  money that was originally to cover my father' s debts, he had wagered
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  half and for that reason invented the assault. The rest of the money was
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  the one that kept wasting while we lost my father' s house and business.
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  My father heard those words hit him, as he simply laughed at him,
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  until he also answered my brother looked different. His gaze was strong and
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  terrifying. On his face was disfigured a demonic smile that frightened us by looking
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  at him. They both fought until my grandfather intervened. He told us we
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  ' d talk it over in the morning more calmly, while he was accused
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  of stealing and betraying my brother. My father stayed in the living room and
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  my brother left the house. However, during the morning he entered where he
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  was resting and stabbed him repeatedly until he died of bleeding, while he laughed
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  with a demonic laughter. It was a rainy night. The sound of thunder
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  and the rage of the heavens did not awaken us to witness such carnage the
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  next morning, my grandfather, who used to rise early, called us very
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  upset and in tears to notify us of what had happened with my father.
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  We all suspected he was my brother, but fear rebuked us from going to
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  the police during the funeral. My brother did not stop showing an evil and
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  disturbing smile. When they covered my father' s resting place with land and
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  all the attendants had retired, he spit on his grave, causing my grandfather
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  ' s anger. He sent for a couple of men who had come down
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  with him on his farm. He instructed them to whip his grandson so that
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  he could learn the lesson. The men agreed and the punishment began to get
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  out of their hands. His body was completely wounded by the lashes and blows
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  that had been inflicted on him by that pair of men and my grandfather,
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  who was willing to take his life out of a shot the moment he had
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  to pull the trigger, could not do so. Possibly he remembered the moments
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  he had shared with him when he was an infant and had no heart to
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  shoot him. Full of guilt for what he had ordered to do to his
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  grandson, for whom he ran his own blood and whose hands had been stained
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  by his son' s blood, he pointed the gun at his head and
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  before shooting cursed my brother with the penalty of carrying his father' s bones
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  for eternity. My brother, who remained tied to that wooden stake, witnessed
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  that last act of mercy and hatred. Since then it is said that my
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  brother' s cursed spirit roams the fields, dressed like a peasant in blankets,
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  guaraches, a palm hat and a sack where he carries the bones of
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  his father who took his life and where he keeps the parts of his victims.
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  It is said that we can identify him, because he did go on
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  the darkest nights where the moon does not want to witness his barbarism. If
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  you listen far away, it' s because he' s probably breathing behind
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  your neck. And if you listen to him nearby, feel lucky, because
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  you most likely have a chance to escape. I' ve always liked animals,
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  pets and all dogs. As a child I was close to these creatures.
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  But after what happened at my neighbor' s house that night of my
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  childhood, it is already impossible for me to see the animals in the same
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  way I did before. I believe that since then they have awakened questions that
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  were not previously asked about how the mind of some creatures really works, even
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  our human mind. What a difference there is between human and animal consciousness.
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  It' s something that doesn' t help me to think too much,
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  but that inevitably comes to my head in moments of solitude, in the mornings
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  where I suddenly wake up and feel something or someone stalking me from the darkness
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  of the hallway that connects my room to the living room or from the window
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  in the dark of the night. Beyond what I can achieve to distinguish.
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  All this started when I was a kid in the old neighborhood, where my
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  parents had bought a house from which we were just moving. Everything was in
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  order. The days passed normally until we met the neighbor across the street.
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  The person who lived in the house across the street was a woman of sixty
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  and so many years and apparently she would be the only person who would inhabit
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  the house. She and her dog, a huge black farmer, who did
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  stand on her two hind legs, easily exceeded my height. We had had
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  a dog, which died like this for a few months. We haven'
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  t adopted another one yet. Because of the responsibility that this entails and the
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  stress of the change of domicile. However, I and my parents had considered
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  adopting a new pet when we were already installed in the new house. There
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  were few new homes in the neighborhood, so the place where we were already
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  had its history over the years. The neighbor' s house was two-
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  story. If you could see it from the front to the right, it
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  gave a metal gate that connected to the courtyard to the left, a small
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  corridor through which it was accessed through a black metal door. The main entrance
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  was a large oak door, a small porch of a few meters and galvanized
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  tin bars. The house was considerably larger than the others. Ours was a
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  third of what the neighbor' s land understood all the strange. It started
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  one night when I played with my ball at the entrance to my house.
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  Crossing the street, on the side of the metal fence that faces the neighbor
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  ' s tiller to the courtyard, the huge black dog watched me attentively.
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  It made me a little nervous, because it didn' t keep his gaze
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  away from me. I wasn' t afraid, though. My taste for
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  dogs made me want to go and touch him, caress him and play with
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  him. However, my parents had told me not to approach the animal,
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  because we could not know if his behavior was to tolerate strangers or, on
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  the other hand, he would be aggressive in trying to defend the place where
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  he lives. The dog had a particular reddish glow in his eyes, which
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  gave him away in the middle of darkness. Sometimes that was the only thing
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  that could be seen of him, because his black coat was camouflaged in the
• 27:11
  thick night, when street lamps were not able to give a wide and uniform
• 27:17
  illumination in the neighborhood, which was almost always, because the problems of electric
• 27:22
  basses were common in the public lighting, which gave the streets an air of
• 27:26
  mystery and uncertainty. Having no good vision where you walk, the dog stared
• 27:33
  at me could see the brightness of his eyes. Following me at no time
• 27:40
  did he lose sight of me. He always kept a close eye on me
• 27:44
  for my moves. In fact, he didn' t even sit or lie
• 27:48
  on the floor. He always remained in a state of alertness to my movements.
• 27:53
  I was too curious to see it more clearly and perhaps know what I
• 27:57
  had to draw so much attention to, perhaps my smell or some other of
• 28:03
  my features. I decided to approach to see it a little clearer. I
• 28:08
  thought I wasn' t at any risk of him attacking me, because the
• 28:12
  metal fence wouldn' t let his snout snoop through the small rhombuses that were
• 28:17
  arranged. I crossed the street and when I was on the sidewalk right in
• 28:22
  front of the neighbor' s house, I heard a slight whisper. I
• 28:26
  noticed the faint presence of a murmur, almost as if a gust of wind
• 28:30
  was passing through a thick duct that made the pronunciation of the unintelligible, intangible,
• 28:36
  yet perceptible sound serious. I didn' t know where the sound came
• 28:42
  from, but seconds later I managed to locate it just a few meters from
• 28:45
  me. The sound came from the dog, who seemed to be mumbling with
• 28:51
  the muzzle, as if he wanted to babble between teeth. I stood there
• 28:56
  not knowing what to do, not moving forward or backwards, it seemed like
• 29:00
  the dog had been trying to talk. That murmur wasn' t like an
• 29:04
  animal, it wasn' t like a howl, it was like some dogs
• 29:08
  do. It wasn' t a whining, a sob, let alone a
• 29:11
  bark. It was kind of a medium- articulated thing, sort of like
• 29:18
  a badly done babbling. Looks like the animal was trying to talk. Then
• 29:22
  I turned around and ran to my house. I went into my room and
• 29:26
  watched the window most of the night across the street. Those bright, disturbing
• 29:32
  eyes with an orange flash saw me from behind a metal fence. I didn
• 29:37
  ' t tell my parents or anyone about this, because I wasn' t
• 29:41
  sure what I' d heard. I didn' t want to look like
• 29:47
  a liar or think I was going crazy when I was nine years old.
• 29:51
  After this, every evening I started to fall and before there was complete darkness
• 29:55
  in the streets, I was already trying to be inside my house. I
• 30:00
  always limited my sight, trying not to look too much at the lady'
• 30:04
  s house across the street. That dog was different from the others in appearance.
• 30:08
  I had nothing supernatural or out of the ordinary, but there was something
• 30:14
  in his behavior, in his way of traveling through the courtyard of his house,
• 30:18
  of walking, of observing that he made my alarms jump. His gaze
• 30:23
  was strange. It didn' t look like some other road I' d
• 30:27
  seen before. I knew there was something in him from before, but the
• 30:33
  night I heard his strange murmur only increased my fear of this animal. One
• 30:40
  afternoon, my mom told me that the lady in front of us, Mrs
• 30:44
  Leticia, had invited us to dinner. I tried to tell him I didn
• 30:48
  ' t want to go, but it was useless. I couldn' t
• 30:51
  convince my parents not to go, because they wanted us to start meeting our
• 30:55
  neighbors and they mentioned that that was a good way to start. I was
• 31:00
  terrified to go into the lady' s house and see the dog, but
• 31:03
  for some strange reason, I was also very curious and intrigued to see it
• 31:10
  from close by. Perhaps his perception of such an animal would change when he
• 31:14
  faced it. Perhaps my fears would dissipate with close contact. Perhaps it was
• 31:21
  only an absurd misinterpretation of the self as a child, who was easily impressionable.
• 31:26
  So my insistence on not going to the lady' s house changed to
• 31:30
  a conformist silence. When we entered the Lady' s house, everything seemed
• 31:36
  normal, normal to be the home of an elderly person who lives alone in
• 31:40
  a large home. There were porcelain paintings, woven mats, large and fluffy
• 31:48
  armchairs, cabinets, full of dishes that apparently are used only for decoration.
• 31:52
  Visually, nothing out of place, but there was something that could not be
• 31:57
  perceived with the look, a feeling of being in a unique place in the
• 32:02
  world, something that made me doubt the reason for that feeling. If it
• 32:06
  was just a lady' s house. It wasn' t something extraordinary or
• 32:10
  at least it didn' t look like it. Dinner passed calmly and normally.
• 32:16
  Near our departure, I mentioned something to Mrs Leticia about her dog.
• 32:21
  Then the pet thing came up. I wanted to see the dog closely,
• 32:25
  for all night the animal was not present and neither made noises that came from
• 32:30
  the courtyard. Leticia said that the mascot was not very friendly, that he
• 32:37
  was an elderly dog and that, usually not long ago, he rarely gets
• 32:39
  angry barking or grunting, but that he did not like the presence of strangers
• 32:45
  and that, for that reason he did not want me to be there at
• 32:49
  that time or to go see him in the yard, so my curiosity before
• 32:54
  such an animal would have to wait. When we returned to our house and
• 32:59
  I was ready to go to sleep and I looked out the window of my
• 33:02
  room, I took a look at Mrs Leticia' s house and in the
• 33:07
  background, over there, in the hidden courtyard, I could see the dog
• 33:12
  ' s head of the lady seemed to be seeing me or observing something in
• 33:16
  the direction of the facade of the house. The funny and disturbing thing is
• 33:22
  that the dog was just sticking out his head hiding his body like trying to
• 33:28
  get no one to find out while he was stalking. Shortly after I realized
• 33:30
  this, the dog put his head in and completely disappeared from my sight,
• 33:35
  which only confirmed my suspicions that there was something extraordinarily bad and macabre in that
• 33:39
  animal. Days later, at school, I told my closest friend everything that
• 33:47
  had been happening with the dog, the way I saw the strange way I
• 33:52
  had to move along and across the courtyard of Mrs Leticia' s house,
• 33:57
  the l o, the peculiar or intense orange glow of her eyes and even
• 33:59
  the babbling that I thought I had heard the first time I had a strange
• 34:06
  feeling around the animal. My friend Tomás, a boy with smaller glasses than
• 34:15
  I quickly sensed something was going on in Mrs Leticia' s house. To
• 34:20
  my surprise, he was not doubtful or unbelieving about the story and the strange
• 34:23
  behaviors I told him about. So he proposed something that I thought was wrong
• 34:30
  and it was crazy, but deep down it caught my attention and intrigued me
• 34:35
  to know what would happen. My mom had been keeping verbal contact with news
• 34:42
  and had even become a friend of hers. That' s how I knew
• 34:45
  the lady would leave the house alone for a week. After commenting this to
• 34:50
  my friend, he proposed to sneak into his house and find out something and
• 34:54
  snoop through my neighbor' s things. Of course I don' t feel
• 35:00
  or blame or count this, because I was a child and neither maturity combined
• 35:04
  with those cravings to discover the unknown, could have cost me very expensive,
• 35:08
  which I didn' t think of at the time. When Thomas told me
• 35:13
  we should go into Mrs Leticia' s house. Then I thought of the
• 35:16
  curtain of the window on the upper floor, which always flies with the wind.
• 35:22
  Which made me know that the window was open and that it remained like
• 35:25
  this. Even when the lady was not in the house, I was terrified
• 35:30
  to go in there, but there was a relatively simple way to enter the
• 35:36
  place without forcing anything. At that time I didn' t know we were
• 35:40
  supposed to try to find out, but I agreed for next week to go
• 35:45
  snooping through Mrs Leticia' s stuff. It' s been four days.
• 35:50
  The lady left the house alone. The dog remained in the yard, but
• 35:54
  after watching him for long periods of time, I realized that I made very
• 36:00
  specific rounds at certain hours and to access the upper floor of the house.
• 36:04
  There was no need to enter the courtyard, so the dog did not result
• 36:08
  in an inconvenience as long as it did not see us. Tomás slept in
• 36:15
  my house with the excuse that we would make a pillade. Our parents agreed
• 36:20
  and we let the morning fall to escape across the street and stick our noses
• 36:24
  in matters that didn' t concern us. An idea that resulted in a
• 36:30
  mistake. It would be seen wherever it looked and that miraculously did not result
• 36:34
  in something fatal. But it did make me realize that there are things in
• 36:38
  the world beyond our limited understanding. It was one in the morning. Tomás
• 36:45
  and I had stayed awake then to make no noise and that my parents could
• 36:50
  not discover us we went out the window of my room towards the street and
• 36:55
  then towards the facade of Mrs Leticia' s house but it was nowhere to
• 37:00
  be seen. Then we rushed up a scaffold of the neighbor next to the
• 37:06
  lady' s house It was relatively easy to enter through the window of the
• 37:10
  upper floor. We were both very nervous about doing what we were doing.
• 37:15
  I felt that at any moment my parents would realize that we weren' t
• 37:21
  in my room. I thought I would suddenly hear my name being yelled at
• 37:27
  by my mom and that I would fall for a punishment worthy of the recklessness
• 37:30
  I was doing. But it didn' t happen and we were able to
• 37:34
  sneak into Mrs Leticia' s house. We went to the main room of
• 37:38
  the house, where it seemed that the lady was sleeping when she was at
• 37:44
  home. We also found that the window was never closed, because the window
• 37:47
  frame was broken and it seemed that a masonry work was needed to fix it.
• 37:55
  Still, I was surprised that the lady left the window completely answered,
• 38:00
  even without being home. The room was private. There was a red wallpaper
• 38:07
  with black details on the walls, a wooden floor and a large dark oak
• 38:10
  furniture, a dresser apparently, on which there were several porcelain dolls on top
• 38:15
  that were disturbing to Thomas and to me. My friend' s idea was
• 38:22
  to see the dog from where he didn' t know we were watching him,
• 38:27
  to notice how he behaves when he thinks that no one sees him idea
• 38:30
  that, from good to good, he seemed silly, but at that moment
• 38:36
  I was very curious because the animal always seemed to be keeping an appearance.
• 38:39
  When we saw each other, we left the room and quickly heard noises in
• 38:45
  the lower part of the house. Thomas and I saw each other, for
• 38:50
  we thought at the time that the lady was still in the house or that
• 38:53
  she had left someone taking care of the place. We thought about going away
• 38:58
  and leaving the matter for peace, but the presence of whoever was below us
• 39:02
  could not have known that we were trespassers on their property. In those moments
• 39:08
  we kept a few minutes of total silence and the sounds of frets and furniture
• 39:14
  continued, so very slowly we walked towards the corridor leading to the stairs to
• 39:19
  descend. There was a time when, in the middle of the darkness,
• 39:22
  I hit a closet that was in the middle of the hall with my foot.
• 39:27
  Suddenly we stopped listening to the sounds coming from below, for it seemed
• 39:31
  that my trip gave away our presence in the place. Alarmed and nervous,
• 39:37
  we went to hide inside the closet with which I stumbled, which was not
• 39:42
  the best idea, because that was where the sound came from. But it
• 39:45
  was the first thing we came up with at the desperate moment. We closed
• 39:51
  the doors of that closet after we got in. To our luck, there
• 39:55
  were linen rags and a lot of things among which you menn us to further
• 40:00
  hide our presence. In case the doors were opened from the side, the
• 40:07
  quick and light footprints were approaching us and the slits that allowed the ventilation of
• 40:12
  the furniture, we could see how little we could in the corridor where we
• 40:16
  had been for seconds. The footprints came as far as we were, but
• 40:22
  they passed through to Mrs Leticia' s room. Through the slits we could
• 40:28
  see who the walker was inside the house. We both saw it. An
• 40:32
  icy chill, ran through my head, came down my back and invaded my
• 40:37
  whole body. It was like I felt every single one of my nerves.
• 40:42
  At that moment, in the prime of my skin, I covered my mouth
• 40:45
  with my hand to prevent a cry of panic from escaping from me. Thomas
• 40:49
  also managed to hold anyone by hand. It sounds like we' re going
• 40:54
  to be miraculously ratted out, because I don' t know what would have
• 40:59
  happened if we' d been discovered. It' s something that until today,
• 41:01
  after so many years, I keep thinking. Who was walking around the
• 41:07
  ground floor of the house was Mrs Leticia' s dog, who moved on
• 41:12
  her two hind legs when no one saw him, walking like a human being,
• 41:16
  doing human things, making noises, as if he was performing any activity
• 41:22
  that would perform a person alone in his house at night walked upright a huge
• 41:28
  black farmer. I had walked like a person in front of me and my
• 41:31
  friend from his snout came out the murmur I heard earlier. Unintelligible sounds,
• 41:38
  as an effort to pronounce our language. The dog went back on his steps.
• 41:45
  He stopped a few moments in front of the closet and smelled the air
• 41:50
  with his huge nose. After a few seconds he said there' s nothing
• 41:54
  here and he turned his way down. Me and Thomas were terrified. We
• 42:00
  couldn' t get out of where we' d been hiding because of the
• 42:05
  dread to be discovered. We spent hours in there and it was shortly before
• 42:07
  I began to clarify when we finally decided to leave as quickly, but silently
• 42:14
  possible, to retrace the scaffolding and leave Mrs Leticia' s house to never
• 42:19
  return on the run again. I was about to stumble and fall into the
• 42:24
  street, a fall that would very possibly have cost my life if not because
• 42:30
  Tomás held my forearm and kept me from slipping. We couldn' t believe
• 42:36
  what we saw there was a dog behaving like a person, walking like one
• 42:42
  and even talking. It was a terror I' ll never forget and if
• 42:45
  not because I wasn' t the only one to see it. I wouldn
• 42:49
  ' t believe what my eyes saw that morning. It' s been 30
• 42:53
  years. Since then, Thomas and I have distanced ourselves, but periodically we
• 42:59
  spoke for him. Phone. Inevitably, the conversation of what happened that night
• 43:04
  always came out. He told me that he was still having nightmares about what
• 43:07
  we saw, that he dreamed that dog was chasing him and eating him.
• 43:13
  I, too, had horrible dreams that felt too real, but I was
• 43:19
  trying to convince myself that that was only the product of my imagination, although
• 43:22
  I knew well that I would never be convinced of that was the only way
• 43:28
  I could cope with the trauma. A week ago I received the news that
• 43:32
  Thomas had passed away, and that is why I remember this and to write
• 43:37
  it in detail, for apart from Thomas, there was no one who knew
• 43:42
  this horrible anecdote and I began to think that the day I die this will
• 43:46
  be totally forgotten, as if it had never happened. When I tell you,
• 43:53
  I want to let you know that there are things that we will never
• 43:59
  be able to understand, that animals may know more than they do and that
• 44:01
  the next time you see your pet, who I know is really who you
• 44:06
  think it is or, if there' s something sinister behind those big,
• 44:10
  deep eyes that look at you so attentively. The darkness hovered over the city
• 44:19
  on that night when it all began. I was an inexperienced young operator of
• 44:24
  the nine hundred and eleven. I was trying to go unnoticed on the quiet
• 44:29
  turn of Christmas Eve. My father, a veteran of the service, had
• 44:35
  orchestrated my job here. The lack of staff on the night shift was no
• 44:39
  surprise, as most were at home celebrating the festivities with their loved ones.
• 44:45
  As the hours progressed and the loneliness of the place became more palpable, I
• 44:50
  found myself about to leave my post the lights flashed at the station and the
• 44:57
  buzz of the machines. It was the only company I had. I was
• 45:01
  determined to give up and leave when at that very moment, a shrill bell
• 45:07
  broke the startled silence. I answered with a robotic voice, repeating the words
• 45:13
  that the protocol dictated. However, on the other side of the line,
• 45:19
  all I could hear were agitated and cut breaths, as if someone were on
• 45:24
  the verge of emergency panic. There' s someone there. I asked with
• 45:30
  annoyance, thinking it might be a joke like the ones I had received so
• 45:37
  many times. The answer was a childish voice, barely a whisper on the
• 45:42
  verge of weeping, repeating with anguish that his parents had disappeared. I rolled
• 45:46
  my eyes thinking of a child who was accidentally awake while his parents were celebrating,
• 45:54
  I tried to reassure him that everything would be fine. For a moment
• 45:58
  it seemed that he was accomplishing it with when suddenly the child stuttered and let
• 46:02
  a choked groan escape as if he had covered his mouth to prevent his screams
• 46:07
  from being heard. I asked him what was going on and with a broken
• 46:13
  voice, he whispered something barely understandable to me, which was that someone was
• 46:16
  outside. Again I immediately asked who was concerned with patience exhausting. The boy
• 46:24
  sobbed and admitted that he did not know, but had seen him near his
• 46:30
  house before calling and then disappeared. Asking him to describe the intruder. He
• 46:36
  could only mention that he was wearing a hoodie, not knowing what else I
• 46:42
  told him that he was fine and I asked him what this man was out
• 46:45
  trying to comfort him, but then the boy screamed and beat him up to
• 46:52
  the other side of the line. His shaky voice tried to explain that the
• 46:58
  man was in his window, smiling suddenly a alarm rang in my ear,
• 47:04
  making me jump into my seat. The boy was in a state of panic,
• 47:08
  his screams filling the phone line. I couldn' t understand what he
• 47:15
  was saying, but I could hear the noises of struggle and objects. Breaking
• 47:19
  my heart, I was pounding. Feeling the urgency of the situation, I
• 47:23
  began to ask him endless questions about what was happening or that if he had
• 47:28
  entered with fear infiltrating my words without wasting any more time, I asked the
• 47:34
  child his address. However, he did not know his address. He could
• 47:39
  only tell me the name of the subway station where they were going down,
• 47:44
  so I asked him to stay on the line. I promised to send a
• 47:47
  patrol and begged him to hide in his room. The sound of his running
• 47:52
  shoes confirmed that he obeyed and a door slammed his shelter. Minutes of tension
• 47:59
  crawled only full of his agitated breathing and I felt completely powerless. Suddenly,
• 48:06
  a broken sigh slipped through the earpiece, followed by a rumble of broken crystals.
• 48:13
  The boy said the man was inside asking for help. I assured him
• 48:16
  the police were on their way, but the boy was still talking in the
• 48:22
  middle of sobbing. However, this time something changed. I heard another voice,
• 48:28
  a disturbing murmur that seemed to come from the background. The child'
• 48:32
  s words became monotonous, repeating over and over again that the man smiled a
• 48:38
  chill. He toured my spine as he perceived an inhuman tone in those words.
• 48:44
  The anguish of the child was heartbreaking, while the other voice leaked into
• 48:47
  the background murmuring in a playful tone that had found him. I remember how
• 48:53
  with impotence I asked if I was okay and that the police were coming.
• 48:58
  However, one could hear only screams and suddenly the silence ruled everything. I
• 49:04
  asked one more time if I was okay. When I heard, as someone
• 49:07
  took the phone back, heavy breaths began to be heard. Soon they became
• 49:14
  a wild laugh which he told me I already found. The call was over
• 49:20
  and I stood there with cold sweat on my forehead, processing the terrifying series
• 49:24
  of events I had witnessed through a phone. The darkness of the night kept
• 49:31
  enveloping the station, but this time the buzz of the machines seemed less lonely,
• 49:37
  as it had witnessed a real emergency, one that had required my attention
• 49:42
  and determination to resolve and had failed. Impotence became a knot in my stomach,
• 49:49
  as I imagined the horrible scenes that might be happening at the other end
• 49:53
  of the line. My mind wandered between dark fears and dark thoughts. While
• 50:00
  I was waiting for the patrol to arrive. The clock was moving slowly.
• 50:05
  Every second seemed like an eternity and then, finally, the red and blue
• 50:10
  lights flashed in the parking lot. The patrol had arrived, but by communicating
• 50:16
  with them, the silence was the answer. My mind twisted with questions and
• 50:22
  doubts, unable to understand what had happened on that cold Christmas night. The
• 50:28
  minutes turned into hours and my mind was still tormented by the images that had
• 50:32
  been whispered to me across the line. That playful, sinister voice kept rumbling
• 50:38
  in my ears. After that disturbing call. My few colleagues who were still
• 50:44
  there told me it would be better if I went home and rested. The
• 50:50
  journey in my car back home became a constant struggle between the Christmas music that
• 50:54
  flooded the air and the sinister voice that still resounded in my ears the festive
• 50:59
  lights that adorned the streets, which flashed in the middle of the darkness,
• 51:05
  creating a strange mixture of beauty and discomfort throughout the journey to my home.
• 51:12
  As I entered my home, the feeling of being observed seemed to persist.
• 51:17
  Each shadow seemed to come to life of its own and the gnashing of the
• 51:22
  floors resounded in my ears as a distorted echo. My thoughts kept coming back
• 51:28
  to the emergency call, trying to figure out what had happened and if there
• 51:32
  was something I could have done differently. I plunged into my bed, but
• 51:37
  the dream resisted coming. Nightmares mingled with the slashes of the conversation he had
• 51:44
  had with the child. The sinister laughter and murmurs of the unknown voice mingled
• 51:51
  with the distant sounds of Christmas celebrations, as the hours passed and the clock
• 51:57
  marked the beginning of a new day. I finally gave up and got out
• 52:01
  of bed the morning sunlight. I was trying to dispel the darkness of the
• 52:08
  night before, but the memories were still fresh in my Mind I faced the
• 52:14
  mirror, observing my tired and oblivious reflection. The city seemed to be in
• 52:17
  the midst of festive celebration alien to the nightmare I had experienced. The laughter
• 52:23
  of the children playing on the street contrasted with my state of mind. I
• 52:28
  decided to look for local news to see if there was any report of what
• 52:32
  had happened that night. The news that they only found a lot of blood
• 52:37
  left me with a knot in my stomach. The thought of returning to work
• 52:42
  was terrifying, but my father encouraged me to do so by saying that I
• 52:46
  should face my fears. My return to the station was cold and tense.
• 52:51
  Each phone call made me startled, fearing that disturbing voice would return as the
• 52:59
  turn, the weight on my chest was growing, and then, almost at
• 53:02
  the end of my shift, I received a call from agitated breaths filled the
• 53:08
  earpiece, thinking it was another joke. I was about to hang up when
• 53:14
  I heard clearly the voice of the child who had spoken on that fateful Christmas
• 53:19
  night. He asked why I hadn' t helped him because I didn'
• 53:22
  t keep my promise that everything would be fine. The child' s broken
• 53:27
  cry began to slowly transform into a wild laugh that grew in intensity until it
• 53:32
  became a terrifying cackling. The echo of that twisted laughter was left in my
• 53:38
  mind as if someone had dropped a stone into the darkest well of my consciousness.
• 53:45
  I hung up the phone in a state of panic, feeling like the
• 53:49
  abyss was looking at me. The idea of returning to work became even more
• 53:52
  terrifying and the ghost of that voice continued to stalk me. Even in my
• 53:58
  moments of sleep. Miss s night became a constant struggle against nightmares and paranoias,
• 54:02
  as the line between reality and madness began to blur. Every time I
• 54:09
  closed my eyes, I could feel the presence of that laughter in the depths
• 54:14
  of my mind. There was no escape, no safe haven. And then,
• 54:20
  one night terror took root even more in my being in the midst of
• 54:23
  an agitated dream. My cell phone rang with a tone that resounded in my
• 54:29
  nightmares trembling I answered and to my horror the cranky laughter began to fill the
• 54:35
  earphone, but that was not the worst. I felt something viscous rubbing my
• 54:39
  ear as the voice laughed with a frenzy a disgusting and cold tongue seemed to
• 54:45
  crawl through my skin and the fear that flooded My being woke me up with
• 54:50
  an exalted blow and at the edge of the crying gasping I tried to recover
• 54:57
  composure, while my heart was pounding in my chest I was sick of tor
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  All this I walked up to the kitchen looking for a glass of water to
• 55:05
  calm me down. I repeated that it was only the stress that my mind
• 55:07
  was playing cruel tricks because of the traumas that the sick man responsible for what
• 55:15
  happened that night had experienced. I was trying to play with my mind,
• 55:21
  convince myself that reality was as dark as he was. I went back to
• 55:24
  bed wishing that my mind would find the peace I so longed for, but
• 55:30
  as I passed through the room, something caught my attention. I looked out
• 55:32
  the window and my heart stopped when I saw a hooded man on the sidewalk
• 55:37
  across the street. The dim light of the public lighting barely illuminated the figure,
• 55:43
  but that didn' t matter. I knew who he was. I
• 55:45
  recognized the hooded silhouette as if I had seen it in my nightmares a chill
• 55:52
  swept through my whole being as the reality of the situation settled. The same
• 55:55
  man who had terrified me since that Christmas Eve was there in the darkness of
• 56:00
  the night. My legs trembled and my pulse accelerated. The panic enveloped me,
• 56:07
  but I couldn' t turn my gaze away from that sinister figure in
• 56:12
  the distance. I could only think of running, of running away from that
• 56:15
  spectre that had turned my life into a constant nightmare. However, before I
• 56:21
  could even consider it a distorted and threatening laugh, it resonated in my mind,
• 56:28
  choking any sanity attempts I had left. My steps became a frantic race
• 56:32
  as I ran into my room, begging that all of this was part of
• 56:38
  my recurring nightmares, but as I snuggled under the Sheets, I realized that
• 56:45
  this time it was different. I couldn' t wake up from this horror.
• 56:49
  That was real, terror consumed me While man' s laughter resonated in
• 56:53
  my mind over and over again there was no escape, there was no solution.
• 57:00
  My mind and reality had merged into a whirlwind of nightmare. I closed
• 57:05
  my eyes hard, wishing that everything would disappear, that this torture would end.
• 57:10
  After countless attempts, I finally managed to fall into a exhausting dream.
• 57:16
  My mind and body were at the limit, but the dream was my only
• 57:21
  truce of darkness. As I woke up the next day, the sun tried
• 57:25
  to dispel the shadows that had tormented me, but I knew that calm was
• 57:30
  ephemeral. Passing by that window. A momentary doubt took over me. I
• 57:36
  questioned myself whether or not to look at curiosity. He fought fear in an
• 57:42
  internal conflict and finally curiosity overcame. I stopped and looked back at the window.
• 57:50
  But there was no one there, only empty darkness. My heart was
• 57:53
  pounding and I felt relieved and confused. At the same time, I thought
• 57:59
  maybe it was just a nightmare, a hallucination caused by stress and trauma.
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  My days followed their course and slowly, the terror that had haunted me seemed
• 58:09
  to lose its grip I convinced myself that everything had been a combination of internal
• 58:15
  fears and extreme exhaustion. I tried to lead a normal life, returning to
• 58:21
  my daily activities and trying to forget the visions that had tormented my mind.
• 58:25
  However, time did not seem to be enough to completely erase the scars of
• 58:31
  that experience. Every harmless shadow in the corner of my vision, every distant
• 58:37
  laugh reminded me of the deranged laughter of the hooded man. Paranoia became a
• 58:44
  constant companion and my ability to differentiate reality from fantasy faded away. The nights
• 58:52
  were the worst. Despite my attempts to deny it. Fear was still latent
• 58:57
  in my subconscious. The nightmares returned with fierce intensity, mixing distorted memories with
• 59:05
  the images of that sinister man. Insomnia became an inevitable part of my routine
• 59:10
  and continuous exhaustion only fed my fears. I can remember perfectly the day when
• 59:19
  everything went even further to hell. That day I didn' t have to
• 59:23
  work, so I decided to visit a stream I used to go to when
• 59:30
  I was younger, I used to be a place of tranquility and peace,
• 59:32
  a refuge from reality. But even there fear did not abandon me completely.
• 59:38
  A constant sense of being observed accompanied me by making me turn around several times
• 59:45
  looking for something I never found. When I finally decided to return a feeling
• 59:52
  of restlessness, I took over the rearview mirror in the seat. Ass-
• 59:58
  sitting, there was a hooded blade bent down so that his face remained hidden
• 1:00:05
  a scream escaped from my throat. As the wild laugh rumbled in my ears.
• 1:00:09
  I jumped out of the car with my heart hammering in my chest.
• 1:00:15
  The laughter persisted. While I was struggling to keep my sanity. The hooded
• 1:00:20
  man looked at me from inside the car with his inhuman smile. His voice
• 1:00:24
  twisted unnaturally among laughter. Murmuraba I found You, I found you stuttering I
• 1:00:35
  regressed unable to turn my eyes away from that terrifying figure. Each part of
• 1:00:38
  my being shouted that I ran, that I ran away from what was chasing
• 1:00:43
  me, but the voice kept ringing in my mind, reminding me that there
• 1:00:46
  was no escape. I staggered, turned my back on the car and ran
• 1:00:52
  in the opposite direction. My lungs were burning and every heartbeat was accompanied by
• 1:00:58
  the twisted laughter that haunted me. I didn' t dare look back,
• 1:01:04
  fearing what I might find. Finally, the sound of laughter began to fade,
• 1:01:09
  leaving a disturbing echo in my Mind, my body plummeted into the exhausted
• 1:01:15
  and trembling ground. I looked to heaven for answers that made no sense.
• 1:01:22
  The sun shone alien to the nightmare that had invaded my life. No matter
• 1:01:27
  how fast he ran, no matter how hard he tried to escape. That
• 1:01:30
  laughter and that figure would always chase me the line between the real and the
• 1:01:37
  imaginary. It had broken and now it was trapped in a spiral of terror
• 1:01:40
  from which it could not escape. The nightmare that had entered my life seemed
• 1:01:45
  to have no end. After that last terrifying encounter in my car, I
• 1:01:50
  made a drastic decision and quit my job at the emergency station. I wish
• 1:01:57
  I had nothing more to do with that place that had been the epicenter of
• 1:02:00
  my horrible nightmare. I had to get rid of my phone, as the
• 1:02:06
  calls continued with the torment. At first they seemed to come from friends and
• 1:02:13
  family. However, in answering, I could only hear the twisted laughter that
• 1:02:17
  had haunted me since that fateful time so, thinking that by cutting off the
• 1:02:23
  connection to that source of terror, I could finally find peace. However,
• 1:02:30
  that laughter and voices were rumbling inside my head. My family started worrying about
• 1:02:36
  me. They thought I had lost my sanity, that the trauma had shattered
• 1:02:42
  my mind. They often found me in my room in the dark, avoiding
• 1:02:47
  sunlight. My meals became scarce and I didn' t care about the outside
• 1:02:53
  world. For me, the world had lost its color and meaning. He
• 1:03:00
  claimed that that man, that smiling being who was chasing me in my dreams
• 1:03:05
  and nightmares, was out there waiting for me. I was telling myself that
• 1:03:09
  I just wanted to wait for him to come out and drag me into the
• 1:03:15
  depths of his horror. My family tried to help me, to take me
• 1:03:19
  to therapy, but nothing seemed to work. The nights were the worst slight
• 1:03:23
  blows in my window resounded in the dark as a warning. Every blow added
• 1:03:30
  to my paranoia. Every scratch on the glass looked like a threat. I
• 1:03:36
  was awake with my eyes fixed in the window, fearing the moment when I
• 1:03:40
  would finally appear ready to fulfill his sinister promise. Time spent slowly crawling with
• 1:03:49
  each agonizer. Second, the presence of the hooded man began to fade gradually,
• 1:03:55
  as if time and distance were taking him away. But that didn'
• 1:04:01
  t mean fear disappeared. Finally, as the years progressed, the presence of
• 1:04:08
  that man became a distant memory, a diffuse shadow in my memory. Although
• 1:04:14
  the darkness I had left behind still affected my life, I no longer felt
• 1:04:18
  completely trapped in its influence. My family remained concerned, but their attention shifted
• 1:04:25
  to other problems, leaving me at peace. Although that man seemed to have
• 1:04:32
  disappeared as I progress through life, I can still feel his eyes on me
• 1:04:38
  reminding me that no matter how far I run, I will never be free
• 1:04:43
  and when I get there I will stop knowing that, although I can avoid
• 1:04:48
  the physical place, I will never be able to escape my own internal torment
• 1:04:53
  and in the end tell me you. I found myself in a small,
• 1:05:01
  forgotten neighborhood of the city. He lived in a humble house, a small
• 1:05:04
  one named Cristiana, where he lived next to his mother. Both had gone
• 1:05:10
  through many complicated situations, abandonment of poverty, lack of support, but lived
• 1:05:16
  happily despite adversity. Christian was a child full of imagination and hope. He
• 1:05:24
  spent his days exploring alleys and diving into books and TV shows to escape his
• 1:05:30
  reality. He spent the day playing and having fun with the other kids in
• 1:05:35
  the neighborhood, waiting for his mother' s arrival so he could eat together,
• 1:05:40
  have a good time at home and watch television together. That' s
• 1:05:44
  how it was every day of the little boy. The infant liked to go
• 1:05:47
  out and play with his toys, which were mostly dolls, dolls he had
• 1:05:53
  collected throughout his short life. There were not many toys I had, but
• 1:05:59
  with the few I owned I was happy. One day, as he watched
• 1:06:03
  the channels of his old TV, an ad caught his attention. It showed
• 1:06:09
  an impressive action doll with armor, glowing, weapons and lights. Cristian was
• 1:06:15
  fascinated by the image of the brave man of action fighting imaginary monsters and saving
• 1:06:20
  the world over and over again. However, he knew that his mother did
• 1:06:27
  not have the resources to buy that toy. The days passed. The boy
• 1:06:31
  kept watching that toy on TV over and over again. More and more his
• 1:06:36
  desire to have it was born, but the economic situation prevented him from doing
• 1:06:41
  so. The image of that action figure could not be removed from the head.
• 1:06:46
  His dreams were filled with epic adventures and battles, where he himself became
• 1:06:50
  the protagonist and himself defeated the bad guys. His mother also noticed the infant
• 1:06:58
  ' s emotion for that play. Every payday he made accounts to see if
• 1:07:01
  he could afford to buy his toy, but it was impossible. The expenses
• 1:07:08
  were many and only a small amount was left over. The feasts of Sembrinas
• 1:07:13
  came, a hope was born in him. His innocence led him to believe
• 1:07:16
  that he would receive under his shoe the toy he would have wanted for a
• 1:07:21
  few months. The day' s here. The boy ran to the neighborhood
• 1:07:25
  park for a letter. He quickly wrote it and was very specific, mentioning
• 1:07:30
  in it that he only wanted one thing, only one thing, and it
• 1:07:34
  was the action doll he had seen thousands of times on television. Excited,
• 1:07:39
  the boy went to leave his letter in the living room, returned to his
• 1:07:43
  room and went to bed to sleep. It was his last choice. The
• 1:07:46
  mother, on the other hand, knew that it was impossible for her to
• 1:07:50
  buy such a toy, but seeing the young man' s emotion, she
• 1:07:56
  decided to do the impossible to see a smile on her son' s face.
• 1:07:59
  He left the house and began to tour all the markets, not only
• 1:08:02
  near the neighborhood, but also throughout the city. He was getting more and
• 1:08:06
  more away from home. She couldn' t find the toy at an affordable
• 1:08:12
  price for her. He had one last place left, to go look for
• 1:08:15
  a few blocks. Before he got to the place, he stopped by a
• 1:08:17
  house. There were ambulance patrols. If a tearing cry from a woman.
• 1:08:24
  The mother just stood there for a moment, as the woman realized that the
• 1:08:28
  mother was seeing her, she looked her right in the eye. Her eyes
• 1:08:32
  paralyzed her. He could feel the fear, the pain, the misfortune coming
• 1:08:38
  from that house. The mother moved away and continued on her way to the
• 1:08:43
  place where the toys were sold. He' s just in time. It
• 1:08:45
  was only ten minutes before the place closed quickly. He asked about the action
• 1:08:50
  figure. The seller told him that during the afternoon they had sold the last
• 1:08:57
  piece a marriage together with his son. The wine he bought was no longer
• 1:09:00
  disappointed in him. The mother only bought a few little carts. It was
• 1:09:08
  for the only thing that reached him and went home, hoping that they would
• 1:09:12
  be enough for his son and that at dawn he would be happy on his
• 1:09:16
  way home. He crossed the street again, where he had seen so many
• 1:09:19
  patrols, only this time there was nothing. The street was quiet, quiet.
• 1:09:27
  Only the noise of the air was heard passing through the trees taking the
• 1:09:31
  leaves. Just curiously he turned to the house. Where he saw that woman,
• 1:09:36
  he could see a light on behind the curtains. He saw a silhouette
• 1:09:41
  of a woman and apparently, it was of that woman who had seen the
• 1:09:45
  silhouette earlier raised her hands. He could see that he had something holding,
• 1:09:50
  but he didn' t see exactly what it was. The mother put that
• 1:09:54
  aside and came home with the cars for before her son woke up. It
• 1:10:00
  ' s morning. The boy woke up, excited and with all the illusions
• 1:10:04
  of the world, he ran to the room to look for his gifts.
• 1:10:08
  His long- awaited action doll and when he came and saw that there was
• 1:10:12
  his face in return totally was neither disappointment nor sadness, it was disappointment.
• 1:10:16
  He knew it had been his last chance to get the desired toy. The
• 1:10:23
  mother could see the sadness of the child. He approached him and asked him,
• 1:10:27
  with a few tears in his eyes and his voice cut off if he
• 1:10:30
  had liked his toys. The boy only stated with his head, took the
• 1:10:35
  carts and left the house. He headed towards the park to meet with the
• 1:10:40
  other kids in the neighborhood. Everyone was carrying their new toys, everyone was
• 1:10:45
  happy, there were all bicycles, electric cars, fighters of everything. Several
• 1:10:53
  of his friends approached the child to ask him if he had received his action
• 1:10:57
  doll so as not to speak. He only showed ba rls the carts he
• 1:11:00
  had received. He decided to put that sadness aside and started playing with what
• 1:11:04
  he had at the end of the day. He always managed to have a
• 1:11:10
  good time with what he had at hand. The mother at home did not
• 1:11:15
  resist and began to cry. He couldn' t fulfill his son. One
• 1:11:17
  of his greatest illusions felt as if he had failed him. At that time,
• 1:11:24
  the purpose was to achieve that action figure. So I had to work
• 1:11:29
  day and night while doing things for food. Before I went to work,
• 1:11:33
  I was listening to the city news. He realized that they were reportedly reporting
• 1:11:38
  what he had witnessed the night before. The reporters commented that a child had
• 1:11:45
  lost his life and immediately the child' s father had taken his life,
• 1:11:49
  leaving the mother alone and with that traumatic scene not only to see his son.
• 1:11:55
  So is your husband taking his own life. The mother, frightened,
• 1:11:59
  took away the news moons and continued her day. The son returned home happier
• 1:12:03
  apparently he had already forgotten a little bit in action doll. They sat down
• 1:12:10
  to eat. The mother told the son that she was going to start working
• 1:12:13
  late. The boy asked why. The mother replied that the expenses were rising
• 1:12:18
  and the money was no longer enough. He told her it would only be
• 1:12:21
  for a while. The child understood and accepted the decision made by the mother.
• 1:12:28
  He started working longer hours, taking any temporary jobs he could find.
• 1:12:33
  He sold personal items and made sacrifices to save money. After weeks of effort,
• 1:12:41
  I finally saved enough to buy your son' s dream action doll in
• 1:12:45
  a nearby bazaar that neighbors had told him there was a lot of toys.
• 1:12:51
  One of them gave him exactly the address of the bazaar. The street became
• 1:12:56
  very familiar to him, he had heard it before, but decided to go
• 1:13:01
  and look for that bazaar to see if he finally found the toy on his
• 1:13:06
  way to the bazaar. They started chatting. Neighbor asked where he was going.
• 1:13:14
  She told him to a bazaar. The man asked if he was going
• 1:13:16
  to such an address and the mother said. The man only asked if he
• 1:13:20
  knew where the bazaar was located. The mother denied it. The man told
• 1:13:26
  her that in that bazaar a woman sold toys and men' s things.
• 1:13:30
  Those belongings belonged to her deceased son and husband. The woman, surprised,
• 1:13:35
  asked if they had been the ones who had recently appeared on the news.
• 1:13:40
  The man stated the question, but he also told him that what the news
• 1:13:45
  had reported was not entirely true. He told her that supposedly the real story
• 1:13:50
  would have been that the parents were arguing. The argument was so strong that
• 1:13:55
  the father began to beat the woman and immediately the son, seeing so,
• 1:13:59
  went to defend his mother. So much was the anger of the father that
• 1:14:04
  he began to beat the son, also only that he got hit so hard
• 1:14:09
  that he knocked him unconscious, losing his life there. The husband. Realizing
• 1:14:12
  what he had caused, he quickly took his own life, leaving the woman
• 1:14:16
  alone. The mother could not believe what she had just been told, but
• 1:14:23
  somehow she understood the reason for that tearful cry she had heard that very night.
• 1:14:29
  His neighbor, after telling him the supposed story and warning him of the
• 1:14:32
  situation, asked the mother if she still wanted to address that bazaar. She
• 1:14:38
  refused to believe that story, as she thought it was just one more gossip.
• 1:14:44
  She still intended to get that toy for her little one. The neighbor
• 1:14:48
  let him go on his way and changed direction. The mother arrived at the
• 1:14:54
  place of the bazaar. He saw that there were no people and at the
• 1:14:57
  door of the house he could see a black bow and when he got closer,
• 1:15:00
  he could see all the toys that were being offered, as well as
• 1:15:05
  men' s clothes, shoes and jewelry. The mother started looking among the
• 1:15:10
  toys for the action doll. I couldn' t find him. There were
• 1:15:14
  only cars, stuffed animals and any insignificant doll for her. As much as
• 1:15:18
  I was looking for a lot of toys, I couldn' t find it.
• 1:15:23
  Until he saw a lady leave the house, he couldn' t ignore
• 1:15:27
  her appearance. Eyes full of shiners, lips, dry and broken. Dispatched
• 1:15:31
  with a lost look, the lady was dressed completely in black. Seeing her
• 1:15:36
  well came to his mind. That look that penetrated her that night was the
• 1:15:41
  woman who had lost her son. After seeing his gaze, he realized that
• 1:15:45
  he was holding a toy in his hands. It was the action doll your
• 1:15:49
  son so longed for. That toy had it. The lady immediately asked the
• 1:15:56
  price of the figure in her hands. The woman looked at the doll and
• 1:16:00
  then at the mother. As the doll looked back, tears began to come
• 1:16:04
  out. The mother asked what was wrong with him. The lady replied that
• 1:16:10
  that toy was the last toy her son had played with before he left.
• 1:16:15
  The mother already knew the story, but she wanted to corroborate if it was
• 1:16:19
  true. He asked what had happened. The lady responded violently that half the
• 1:16:24
  world already knew what had happened and that she only came to know the story
• 1:16:29
  that could be extended from her property. The mother quickly changed the subject and
• 1:16:34
  asked again if she could sell him that doll. The woman asked why so
• 1:16:39
  much insistence on the toy. The mother told him about her son and his
• 1:16:44
  fascination with that figure of action. She told him that on the night of
• 1:16:47
  what happened, she went to the nearest establishment to look for that toy,
• 1:16:53
  but a family had taken the last piece. The woman shed a few tears.
• 1:16:57
  He told her that same afternoon they knew the one bought that last piece.
• 1:17:01
  His son was very excited and he was playing with him all afternoon.
• 1:17:05
  Even when the misfortune happened, he was still holding his action figure in hand.
• 1:17:12
  The mother understood everything and proceeded to try to convince the woman to sell
• 1:17:15
  her toy. After so much insistence on the woman agreed somehow. He was
• 1:17:20
  touched by the story of the little one and his emotion for the figure of
• 1:17:25
  action. When the mother asked about the price, the woman told her that
• 1:17:28
  she would not charge her anything, she would give it to her, but
• 1:17:32
  that she had to promise that she would take care of that toy with her
• 1:17:36
  own life, since her son was in that toy. The mother believing it
• 1:17:40
  was a metaphor or something made the promise. When the woman put the doll
• 1:17:45
  in the mother' s hands, she felt a heaviness, a bad vibe
• 1:17:49
  and chills, but it didn' t take much importance. The mother with
• 1:17:55
  the toy in her hand and satisfied because at last her son would have his
• 1:17:59
  desired toy. Reggar came home. The excited little boy came home that his
• 1:18:03
  mother had arrived, ran to hug her immediately. The mother told him she
• 1:18:09
  had a surprise for him. He took the doll out of his bag.
• 1:18:13
  His eyes lit up. He hugged on a doll with an affection that only
• 1:18:16
  a child could comprehend. For whole days, he and his action figure explored
• 1:18:21
  imaginary worlds together, defeating enemies and stopping invasions in the room. Apparently,
• 1:18:30
  everything was fine. The boy, at last, was happy to have gotten
• 1:18:33
  the toy that the mother had dreamed of for months. Similarly, he was
• 1:18:38
  happy about it, but soon a strange feeling began to crawl over the house.
• 1:18:45
  The boy began to notice that objects moved alone, doors closed with a
• 1:18:49
  whisper and shadows that seemed to have their own life. At first he attributed
• 1:18:57
  it to his imagination, as he spent the whole day or creating characters to
• 1:19:01
  defeat along with his action figure. But he could not ignore for long the
• 1:19:05
  disturbing events that were taking place around him. One afternoon, while the boy
• 1:19:12
  was playing with his doll, he imagined he was saving a woman from a
• 1:19:16
  terrible villain. He was fighting along with his action doll, they were about
• 1:19:21
  to save the woman. They were short enough to defeat the villain. When
• 1:19:26
  just in the final blow he could hear a whisper say this is where we
• 1:19:30
  die. The boy stopped loose, the doll began to look everywhere to find
• 1:19:36
  where that voice had come from. That whisper thought the TV was on,
• 1:19:43
  but it wasn' t and there was nothing I could have produced. Said
• 1:19:47
  whisper. He took a doll to feel protection. When he picked it up,
• 1:19:51
  the doll was completely cold as a corpse. The boy stayed wondering why
• 1:19:58
  suddenly he had become so cold his frightened doll, he just left the house
• 1:20:01
  and went to play with his friends in the park. Falling the night.
• 1:20:08
  He came home a little quieter. He knew his mother would be waiting for
• 1:20:14
  him by now. When he arrived, he looked in the room to see
• 1:20:15
  if the doll was still on the ground. When he came in, he
• 1:20:18
  saw he was gone. The little one felt chills. His mother entered the
• 1:20:23
  room and told him that he had forgotten to lift his doll and she had
• 1:20:28
  gone to leave him to his room in his bed. The little one got
• 1:20:32
  a little quieter walking into the room. He set aside what happened in the
• 1:20:38
  afternoon. He went into the room. He looked for his toy in bed,
• 1:20:42
  but it wasn' t there. He searched the box, where he
• 1:20:44
  kept his other toys, but he wasn' t there even though he searched
• 1:20:48
  inside the room, he couldn' t find it. A little desperate.
• 1:20:54
  She ran off with her mother and the moment she left the room she ran
• 1:20:58
  into her. He was headed for the wine room, kid. He told
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  her that he had forgotten his doll in the living room again. The chill
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  came back to him. When he took it, he felt that the doll
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  weighed too much compared to the other times he had played with him. Immediately
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  he was released The mother asked why of his action. The boy picked up
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  the doll. When he picked him up, he stared at the toy for
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  a moment. He took a big surprise. The doll blinked his eyes.
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  The boy, frightened, screamed and threw the toy, which caused the mother
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  ' s anger. She scolded him and confronted him with all the sacrifice and
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  effort he had made to get that toy. The boy just apologized. He
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  picked up the toy and handed it over to his mother. He told her
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  he didn' t want to sleep with him tonight, he wanted to sleep
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  alone. The mother, surprised by the words, took the toy and left
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  it in the living room. He spent the night and the boy rose up
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  stretching his body and waking up. He got out of bed and had breakfast
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  this time the doll if it was in the place where the mother had left
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  him the night before. While they were both having breakfast, the mother told
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  the child that she was not coming back early today, she had matters to
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  settle and would arrive late. He asked the child not to leave the house,
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  that only for today he would stay there all day. The boy immediately
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  looked into the room and saw the toy a rare sensation. He felt when
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  he saw him it was strange that, after so many adventures he had spent
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  with him, he was now afraid to be near him before his mother left
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  for work. The boy ran to her and asked her to take the doll
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  with her. The mother, still surprised, asked why her son only said
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  that he no longer loved him and was very afraid that he would take him
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  away and throw him away surprised. He was about to, but he remembered
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  the promise he had made to the woman who gave him that toy. The
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  mother of jól mur doll in her locked room and told the little one to
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  be quiet, that nothing would happen. The concerned boy locked himself in his
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  room and stayed there for a while. Over the hours, he started to
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  feel hungry. I was a little scared to get out of the room.
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  I didn' t know if the doll would be found outside the place where
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  he had been left in fear. He came out of the room and went
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  to the kitchen. It came out and everything was normal. Nothing out of
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  the ordinary. The quiet house, no noise from the window. People were
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  seen performing their normal activities. The little one sat down to eat the food
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  his mother had prepared. Before she went to work, she turned on the
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  TV to keep her company. While eating on television they passed the commercial of
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  their action figure, looked at it for a second and no longer felt the
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  same emotion that had felt months ago now. The last thing I wanted was
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  to know about that action figure. He ignored television and if he continued to
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  eat, however, the commercial was not over. The Harto boy stood up
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  from the table and was going to turn off the TV. Suddenly, the
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  signal began to fail. The commercial began to distort until the image remained frozen,
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  remaining on the doll, staring at the other side of the screen and
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  pointing to the viewer accompanied by a long smile that, due to the problem
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  of the signal, began to distort and become a terrifying aspect. Suddenly,
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  the sound also failed and a noise of interference rang. The boy quickly turned
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  off and disconnected the TV finished his meal and returned to his room. He
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  locked himself in, got into bed to fall asleep. The night fell.
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  The little one was still sleeping. Suddenly, some noises woke him up.
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  The boy felt that those noises came from the room. Different things were heard
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  slowly and with a lot of stealth. He came out of the room.
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  It popped into the living room and the TV was on. He didn'
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  t explain why if he had disconnected it himself. Little by little he approached
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  to turn it off, but to his surprise he could see a small head.
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  It was the doll. He was there. The doll turned his eyes
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  on the boy and a macabre smile was painted on his plastic face. The
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  boy became pale and with all his might, he ran to his room.
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  The journey, despite being too close, became eternal, but finally managed to
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  arrive. He was locked up, scared and crying. He was begging for
• 1:25:38
  his mom to get home soon. Suddenly, everything became quiet again. Nothing
• 1:25:44
  was heard anymore, but only for a few minutes later they began to hear
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  each other. Laughter, laughter from a child, but not just from a
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  child, but also laughter from a man, as if they were playing in
• 1:25:57
  his living room. The child, however much he was, would cover his
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  ears and close his eyes tightly. I couldn' t stop listening to those
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  noises. Every time those laughs were heard closer to his room. Suddenly he
• 1:26:10
  could hear a few words, which made his skin go on as a hen,
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  the chills took over his body, The heartbeats got a thousand an hour
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  he could hear a voice, a voice of an excited boy who was laughing
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  and saying let' s play with my new friend. The frightened child locked
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  the door safely. He tried to put in the few furniture he had to
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  prevent the entry of any person or strange thing. He stayed in a corner
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  full of fear. He started screaming and asking for help, but it didn
• 1:26:45
  ' t work. The steps of strange entities approaching his room, increased and
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  were heard with greater intensity. The door plate started trying to open something pushing
• 1:26:53
  the door definitely wanted to enter his room. Finally, the door opened and
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  a loud cry came out of that house. The mother, before arriving home,
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  worried about what happened to her son in the morning, decided to go
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  and find the woman. I wanted to return him to the doll I had
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  given him. He came to the apartment, knocked on the door, and
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  a man opened the door. The mother asked about the woman. The man
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  replied that she no longer lived there that they had recently bought that house and
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  were unaware of the whereabouts of that woman and even rumored that the woman had
• 1:27:32
  already died. The man told her that when she was just moving, many
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  neighbors told her that the house she was going to live in was a killer
• 1:27:42
  who had killed her husband and her son. The mother could feel a heaviness
• 1:27:47
  invade her body. She told the man that that was not true, that
• 1:27:51
  the story had been different. The father had killed the child' s life
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  and then his life. The man was confused, but he mentioned the version
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  the neighbors told him. While she was moving, the family was at home,
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  the woman was said to have suffered from insane attacks and had given up
• 1:28:11
  medicine, which provoked a discussion she had with her husband. Getting to hit
• 1:28:15
  him, the man wanted to try to calm her down. Her son to
• 1:28:19
  help anyway tried to calm the mother, but she no longer reasoned because of
• 1:28:24
  so much medicine she had taken. The woman didn' t know both of
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  them. He pushed the boy so hard that he hit himself very hard on
• 1:28:32
  the head, losing his life immediately. The father, angry and surprised,
• 1:28:38
  only pushed the woman and quickly caught his son, but it was already late.
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  The woman wasn' t out of that attack yet. Confused, he
• 1:28:45
  thought the father had murdered his own son. The woman uttered a heartbreaking scream,
• 1:28:51
  took a kitchen napkin to suffocate the one she believed was the one who
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  hurt her son. When she heard the sayings and the mother remembered what the
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  bazaar day had told her about the toy and her deceased son. Immediately.
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  He ran home crying and repented for the toy he had accepted from that person.
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  She begged her son to be safe and well. Arriving home, he
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  could see many patrols and an ambulance prayed with all its might that they were
• 1:29:23
  not at home. Unfortunately, that was not the case. They were all
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  standing outside his house. The police arrested the woman so that she would not
• 1:29:31
  enter her home. They asked if she was something of the minor. Found
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  her with tears and a trembling voice. He said yes. The officers took
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  care to give you the heartbreaking news. His son was no longer alive.
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  They were completely unaware of what had happened. They didn' t find an
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  explanation for what happened. The mother screamed heartbreakingly and was exactly like the one
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  she had heard the night she went out to look for her son' s
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  toy. The cop tried to reassure the mother. He told him that when
• 1:30:05
  they entered and found the body, the little one had in his hands the
• 1:30:10
  action doll, the toy he had long desired had taken the child' s
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  life. The mother took the toy and looked at it, hugged it with
• 1:30:18
  hate and love. Again he remembered the woman' s words. Now your
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  son was in that toy too. Anonymous accounts