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Un Espectro Se Llevó A Mi Hermano Por Jugar A La Ouija ( Recopilación De Ouijas #1 ) · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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Without further ado, we begin hello to everyone. My name is Damian
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and what I will tell you next. I do so in the hope that
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my story will not be repeated, hoping that whoever hears it will not make
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the same mistakes that I made. I remember that night as if it were
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yesterday, although many years have passed since then, it was Halloween day,
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a date that my friends and I looked forward to every year, as it
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was our favorite holiday. That year, however, was the last time I
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had that party. I was 15 years old. Back then I lived with
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my parents and my younger brother. Eleven- year- old Dante. Our
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parents were the kind of people who believed money was everything, so they spent
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most of the day working. They used to leave the house at seven in
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the morning and didn' t come back until after ten in the evening.
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That left me as the one responsible for taking care of my younger brother.
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I can' t deny that it was an overwhelming responsibility for a teenager,
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especially because my parents seemed to trust me too much and didn' t seem
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to worry about anything but the financial part. I was in charge of waking
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Dante up to school. I made sure he did his homework and sometimes even
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attended his school meetings instead. All that while trying to keep me up to
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date with my own studies and responsibilities. The relationship with my brother was complicated.
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I can' t blame him for anything he lived through back then,
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but at the time he felt a certain resentment towards him. No or r
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R. It wasn' t fair to him and I know it now that
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I' m older, but at the time I couldn' t help it.
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On halloween day, my friends had been talking for days about a party
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that would take place on an abandoned property. The property was owned by the
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father of one of my friends and the idea of a party in an abandoned
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house excited us all. However, I knew I couldn' t leave you
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alone at home. Our neighborhood wasn' t the safest and if anything happened
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to it, I was sure my parents would go crazy. That' s
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when I came up with the idea of taking him to the party with me.
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After all, dante was a quiet child and used to be easily entertained
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with my phone. I could stay in a corner while I was having fun
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with my friends and we could come back before our parents came home so they
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wouldn' t find out about our getaway. Everything seemed pretty simple. I
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told n n n about the party and to my surprise, he agreed to
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come with me. He seemed excited about the idea of being at a Halloween
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party with older guys, and that made me feel a little less guilty about
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dragging him with me. We prepare for the party and after making sure we
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have everything we need, we head towards the abandoned property. I remember it
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took us a while to find the property, but when we did, my
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friends were already there laughing and joking as they prepared to enter the house.
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Dante was holding on to my hand hard. I noticed he was scared,
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but I tried to reassure him by telling him everything would be fine. We
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explored the house for a while laughing and joking as we frightened each other with
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ghost stories and dante apparitions kept close to me At all times this faked courage,
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but I knew that inside I was scared to death. We finally stayed
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in one of the rooms and set out to just have a good time.
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Time passed and everything seemed to be fine, even dante seemed to be having
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a little fun. Which calmed me down. However, my peace of mind
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faded when one of the guests pulled a daughter board out of his backpack,
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suggesting that things might become more interesting. All those present at the party began
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to support the idea, eager to experiment with the board. Although I did
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not often believe in such things, I had always had a little respect for
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them. Besides, when I looked at Dante, I could see the fear
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reflected in his eyes. I wasn' t sure I wanted to participate,
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but I didn' t want to look like a coward in front of my
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friends either, so I decided to play along. The other guys turned off
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the lamps they had turned on to be there, leaving us only under the
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faint light of the candles they lit to give more atmosphere to the game,
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so we started playing by asking questions to the board, which only seemed to
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give vague answers. At first, it all seemed like a farce. I
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was sure the guy holding the pointer was moving him to play a joke on
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everyone. But then the temperature began to drop abruptly and the board pointer began
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to move unsettlingly, repeating the word over and over again. Only the candlelights
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began to move strangely and a gust of cold wind passed through the room,
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freezing our bones and sending chills down our spine. A cry that seemed like
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agony broke the air and everyone present at the party ran away in panic.
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I grabbed Dante' s hand and tried to keep him close as we ran
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into the crowd of terrified kids. But in a moment the sun was ons
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and I lost sight. The darkness was so dense that I could see nothing
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beyond a few meters in front of me. I wanted to believe he was
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still running with the group, but I couldn' t be sure. Finally,
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when we got off the property, I realized Dante wasn' t among
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us. My heart sank into my chest as I realized that I had disappeared.
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I knew I should go back inside and look for him, but none
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of the other guys were willing to go back into that house. My supposed
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friends began to disperse to return home. Leaving me alone for a moment I
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felt paralyzed by fear, but then the instinct to protect my brother made me
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overcome it and I knew that I had no choice but to go back inside
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and find him at any cost. The cold, wet air hit me in
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the face. When I entered the house again, the darkness was overwhelming.
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Wrapping me up like a cold blanket and it' s a thick mistake,
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I didn' t remember the house feeling that way. The first time I
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entered I was cautiously advancing through the dark corridors, calling Dante' s name
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over and over again. The echo of my words resonated in the darkness,
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but there was no answer from my brother. I felt a knot in my
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throat as I walked through every room and hallway. My steps resounded on the
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floor, creating a rather gloomy echo. I kept calling my brother desperately waiting
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to hear his answer in the dark. Then a sound broke the suffocating silence,
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causing my heart to stop in the chest. The sound of rusty old
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metals, falling to the ground, resonated around me, filling the air with
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a sense of danger. Fear took hold of me, but the idea that
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that noise might have been caused by my brother prompted me to move on.
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I moved on to where the noise had come and there, squatting, I
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found my brother trembling and frightened a relief. He invaded me when I saw
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him, and I ran to him, holding him by the shoulder with trembling
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hands. I asked him to stand up to get out of that place I
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questioned him if he was okay, but he seemed so scared that he didn
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' t utter a single word. He got up slowly and I took his
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hand to get him to the exit. However, in doing so, I
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noticed that it was freezing. It was as if it had been submerged in
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cold water for hours. I attributed the feeling of cold to the freezing temperature
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of the room. I decided not to pay much attention to him at that
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time, knowing that we should leave before our parents returned home. So I
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squeezed your hand hard and led you out in the hope of leaving that nightmare
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behind. Finally we arrived home, where we received the warm light from the
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living room and the comforting smell of microwave pizza that warms up as soon as
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we arrive. My parents had not yet returned, which meant that we had
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time to recover before they arrived. I had Dante sit on the couch and
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I made him a cup of tea trying to warm his frozen hands as he
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sank into the lost seat in his own thoughts. I sat next to him
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feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, remembering the terrible things we
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had witnessed in that house. I explained to him further that our parents could
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never find out what we had experienced that night. He had always been a
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quiet boy, but at that time he seemed completely out of himself. Still,
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he went on to say that he wouldn' t say anything that relieved
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me a little bit with that clear between us both headed to sleep after dinner.
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In the middle of the morning, however, I woke up feeling that
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someone was watching the light from the street posts leaking out the window. It
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allowed me to see you at the foot of my bed. He was dressed
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in his pajamas and seemed to stare at me. That puzzled me, since
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it wasn' t something he used to do. I asked him what was
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wrong with him, but he simply replied that he was very afraid. I
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fully understood the reason for your fear. After all, I was a little
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scared, too, so I let him get into bed with me. I
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tried to fall asleep again, but one of my hands touched the dante that
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was as cold as ice. That alerted me and asked him if he was
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feeling well, but again I did not get an answer. I got up
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a little bit to look at the best and that' s when I saw
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her eyes open, but they seemed to be completely black and her face seemed
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strange. That made me immediately get out of bed, screaming and drawing Mr.
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Our parents. They came to see what was happening and when my father
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lit the light, I could see you looking at me with his perfectly normal
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eyes and face. My parents asked me what was going on and I lied
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to them saying I had had a nightmare. After all, I thought I
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might have seen bad because of the little light, although a part of me
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was uneasy about that explanation. The feeling of seeing my brother' s black
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eyes and his strange face continued to disturb me and fill me with a deep
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restlessness that I could not ignore. We went to bed again, but this
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time I couldn' t get Dante' s image back to sleep, with
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his black eyes and his strange face engraved on my mind. Chasing me in
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my thoughts, I couldn' t shake the feeling that something strange had happened.
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As the days passed, I tried to forget what I had seen,
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to convince myself that everything had been a producer of my imagination, but every
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time I looked at Dante I couldn' t help but feel a chill running
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around my back. I couldn' t explain the reason, only that his
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presence alone made me feel a mixture of nervousness and fear. I could notice
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that my brother had changed a lot He was no longer the same shy,
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loving boy he used to be. He was now just staring into nothingness as
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if he was lost in his own thoughts and many times when he thought he
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was not listening to it, he seemed to begin to speak alone, murmuring
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incomprehensible words in a low and chilling tone. All that, along with the
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fact that since that day of the Halloween party dante never seemed to have a
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normal temperature, was always cold, as if it were ice cream inside.
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I tried to talk to my parents about my concerns, but they just said
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that he was growing up and that it was normal to notice cano in his
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behavior. However, something was not right for me. There was something about
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the way Dante behaved, the way he seemed to be losing contact with reality
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every day. I was worried about him, about what might be going on
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in his mind, if all that wasn' t enough. Neighbors' pets
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began to mysteriously disappear. At first it didn' t seem relevant to me,
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just a curious fact that didn' t attract much attention. But one
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day, while I kept Dante' s clothes, I found something that made
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me stop dry between his things, I found several dog collars, some even
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seemed to have reddish spots, It was like I was keeping them as trophies,
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as if they were memories of something I had done. I shuddered at
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thinking about what that might mean, what my brother might be doing. I
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didn' t want to believe that Dante would be able to hurt the animals,
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but I couldn' t ignore the evidence in front of me that I
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could do most. I had tried to talk to my parents, but they
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didn' t believe me. Now I was facing a difficult decision between a
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confrontation or continuing in denial. Part of me wanted to face Dante directly,
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confront him about his strange behaviors and the disturbing evidence he had found, but
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another part of me was afraid that it would only make things worse, that
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it could drive him further away. I decided I needed to better understand what
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was going on with him. Before I took any drastic action, I began
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to observe as closely as possible, trying to understand that I was disturbing him
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so much and that I was leading him to behave that way. I noticed
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that he spent a lot of time alone in his room, often with the
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door locked and not wanting to be disturbed. Sometimes I heard him whispering incomprehensible
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words, as if he was talking to himself or someone I couldn' t
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see. I also noticed that it avoided physical contact, as if it was
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preventing someone from touching it. His hands were always cold, even on the
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warmest days, and he seemed hostile to the idea of letting someone get too
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close I felt powerless in the face of the situation. I didn' t
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know how to get close to him or how to talk to him I was
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thinking about how to make him understand that he was there to help him and
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I was wondering if I should look for professional help, talk to a therapist
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or a doctor who could understand what was going on with him. But before
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I could make a decision, life took it for me, because something happened
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that would change everything. One night, while I was asleep in my room,
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I was awakened by a noise coming from Dante' s room. This
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was a soft, but persistent sound, as in the form of a barely
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audible whisper. I got out of bed and approached his door with my heart
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beating hard. When I opened the door, I came across a scene that
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left me breathless. Dante was sitting in the middle of the room, staring
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at the wall with empty eyes and an unexpressive face. He seemed to repeat
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the same words over and over again, as if it were an infinite loop.
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I tried to understand what he was saying. However, he seemed to
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be speaking in a language he was completely unaware of. At that moment I
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knew I couldn' t stand by. I had to do something to help
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my brother. I approached him to move him out of that trance state.
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However, in doing so, he stopped speaking to stare at me and could
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notice the fury in his gaze I did not know how to react to it.
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It was certainly something I was not prepared for, so, without nr
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I just let go and went to my room remembering all that. I wish
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I had acted better. Two nights later, while I was sleeping deeply,
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I felt a presence watching me, slowly opened my eyes and saw my brother
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standing at the foot of my bed. With her pajamas barely visible in the
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dark. The street light pole had melted a few days ago, so the
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room was plunged into almost total darkness. He could only distinguish the silhouette from
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his figure in the shadow. I called him several times asking him what was
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wrong with him, but I didn' t get any answers. I felt
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a knot of fear twisting in my stomach. While I was wondering what was
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going on with him I temptfully reached my phone and lit it by lighting up
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the room. What I saw filled me with horror. My brother' s
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face was deformed before my eyes, twisting into a diabolical and inhuman grimace.
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I had a demonic smile that iced my blood and his eyes shone with an
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evil light that left me paralysed with fear. Before I could react, my
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brother clapped over me, covering my mouth with his frozen hand. I was
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surprised how strong I was and struggled to get rid of his grip, but
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it was as if I was fighting a supernatural force in a moment of despair.
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He whispered in my ear with a voice that smelled my blood. I
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am no longer alone in his breath smelled of sulfur and before he could do
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anything else, he let me go and ran out of the room, leaving
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me trembling with fear. In the dark, I jumped up and ran after
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him, but when I got to the door, I could only see him
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disappearing in the darkness of the street. My parents, alerted by the sound
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of the door opening, came running towards me wondering what had happened. I
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couldn' t contain myself any more and told them everything, from the night
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of the Halloween party to the terrifying encounter I had just had with my brother.
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However, my parents completely ignored the paranormal part of my story and called
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the police to find dante. But despite all his efforts, he was never
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found. Since then I have lived with the terror of not knowing what happened
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to my brother, of not knowing what came home with me, since I
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am convinced that whatever came back that night was no longer my brother. There
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are moments and decisions in life that we would often wish to return in time
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to do things differently in this way, but, for the misfortune of all,
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life does not work this way and you must always bear the consequences of
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your actions. A lesson I learned from a very young age and not in
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a good way. It all started on a hot Easter vacation afternoon. After
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our water balloon pranks were abruptly interrupted, we found ourselves not knowing what to
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do. Suggestions for games and activities were rejected until Carlos, the group'
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s largest boy, proposed the idea of visiting the abandoned church. The mere
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mention of the church generated a buzz of emotion among us, although we were
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too young to have seen it in its glory. The stories about that place
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were legendary in our village. It was said that it was built on cursed
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ground and that since the first day it had been plagued with strange phenomena,
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things like shadows moving on the walls cold air even on the hottest days,
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and the accounts about the appearance of a woman in white were just some of
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the stories told about that place. But the story that always set the hairs
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on anyone listening to it was that of Sacristan Doroteo. Doroteo was an older
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man who used to be in charge of keeping the church in order and who
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often mocked the stories about the place, ensuring that they were nonsense and that
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his faith in Christ protected him from any evil. One night, however,
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while cleaning, the Church heard noises coming from the bell tower and apparently decided
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to investigate and climb the stairs and what she found up there no one knows
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for sure, but the next day, her body was discovered with an expression
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of terror engraved on her face. After his death, the church was closed
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and abandoned. Our parents were strictly forbidden to play around, as they said
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it was dangerous because of the old structures, but that did not stop our
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childish curiosity. That day, with emotion and fear in the air, we
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venture into the Church. Despite the warnings and doubt of some. Charles'
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enthusiasm dragged us all to the Church. When we arrived we stopped in front
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of their old wooden doors. The details were architectural, though covered with moss
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and dust, they were still impressive. The lock that closed the door was
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so old that it was enough to move it a little to open and with
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a creak. The doors opened slowly before us as if the same structure were
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inviting us in. The interior was wrapped in shadows barely illuminated by the rays
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of light that filtered through broken windows. The air was filled with a smell
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of moisture and dust and the silence was overwhelming. We' re moving cautiously
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down the main hallway. Our steps resounded on the stone floor. The wooden
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benches were covered with dust and cobwebs and the broken stained glass windows let in
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flashes of multicolored light. As we explored, I could feel the tension growing
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between us and even though none of us wanted to admit it, we were
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all scared to death of being there. As we approached the bell tower,
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the atmosphere seemed to become more oppressive. The wooden stairs creaked under our feet
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as we climbed and each step was filled with a sense of fear. Finally,
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we arrived at the door leading to the bell tower and with a collective
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sigh we pushed her. What we found on the other side disappointed us a
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little, as it looked like any bell tower barely illuminated by the light leaking
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through the slits of the walls. Luckily, some of us were carrying flashlights.
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Suddenly, a sinister sound resonated around us. My friends and I looked
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at each other nervously wondering what the hell could be causing that noise. But
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before we could even be a theory, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Suddenly in
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the middle of the darkness, one of my friends screamed a terrifying scream,
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scaring us all. That fear dissipated when we realized it was just a joke,
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although we all began to laugh we were still nervous about the tension that
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had filled the air. While we were trying to recover from that scare,
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Carlos called us to get closer to where he was. When we arrived with
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him we saw what had caught his attention. A dusty daughter board on the
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floor with traces of candle wax all around her. I remember clearly as a
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chill. He toured my back when he saw her, for he had heard
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many stories about that cursed artifact, and none of them was comforting. I
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could see in the faces of my friends who shared my restlessness. When looking
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at the board on the floor. Carlos, trying to sound brave as ever,
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took it and suggested that it probably belonged to his older brother or one
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of his friends. He claimed that his brother used to go there all the
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time. Although his explanation seemed true, the mere fact of having that board
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in our hands was disturbing. Someone in the group questioned whether he knew how
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to play what Carlos immediately claimed he did. Some of us began to incite
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him to prove it and, although he seemed to doubt it, it was
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obvious that he did not want to retract his words, so with a feigned
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value, he shook the table and placed the pointer before uttering the expected words.
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There' s someone there. For a few moments nothing happened. The
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heavy silence hovered over us while we waited for an answer. But then the
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pointer began to move toward the position of itself. Many of us accused Carlos
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of moving him, but he swore he hadn' t. We all distrusted
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his words and called him a liar. Suddenly, a chill swept through my
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spine when I felt a cold and oppressive presence in the room. The hairs
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on the back of my neck stood as I looked around for some sign of
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what was happening, but all I could see was the daughter board on the
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ground with my heart. Beating hard, I looked at my friends looking for
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comfort in their pale, sweaty faces, but what I found was the reflection
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of my own fear. I could not ignore the feeling that we had unleashed
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forces beyond our control. As the child table pointer kept moving and pointing at
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unknown answers. In the dark I knew we were in an unknown territory.
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The presence in the room intensified, enveloping us all in an aura of terror.
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Just when I thought I couldn' t get more disturbing, the rras
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started to sound with a deafening force. The sound was so overwhelming that I
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had to cover my ears to protect myself from noise and, in case that
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wasn' t enough, the lamps of everything went out. At the same
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time, the atmosphere became suffocating to such an extent that none of us could
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stand it any more we ran outside the bell tower. The light that used
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to filter through the broken glass had completely disappeared, leaving us in the dark.
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While we were running. I could only hear the short breaths of my
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friends and the echo of our hasty steps. At one point I realized I
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couldn' t hear my friends behind me anymore. I wondered why, but
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I didn' t stop to find out. I went on desperate to escape
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from that cursed place. Suddenly I found myself in front of a door.
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I figured it was the exit and I tried to open it, but it
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was locked in the face. When I stopped trying to open it and stood
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still in the dark, I heard what seemed to be pitiful tears coming from
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behind the door and in that I felt a hand on my shoulder and gave
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a choked scream of surprise. I turned to see who it was and I
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could see Carlos, who insisted on coming out of there I nodded, grateful
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that I was not alone at that terrifying moment. We both left the church
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to meet the rest of my friends outside. They were all visibly agitated and
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trembling, but none of them wanted to mention anything we had experienced within the
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abandoned church. We knew that we could not tell anyone about our forbidden excursion
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in that place and, besides, who would believe us while we were away
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from the church. I couldn' t get out of my head the sound
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of that pitiful cry behind the closed door, but I decided to keep that
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detail to myself and be r or r trying not to scare my friends any
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more, not knowing that the nightmare was just beginning. For me. When
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we got home, everything seemed normal. My parents didn' t even seem
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to have noticed my absence, which reassured me a little bit and after dinner,
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I decided to take a bath to relax after the terrifying experience. As
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I washed my hair and closed my eyes to soap me, I heard a
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slight snap that made me open my eyes at once. To my surprise,
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the bathroom was in the dark. My heart was beating hard on my chest.
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While trying to understand what was happening. I heard my mother scream from
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the outside that the light was gone, but that didn' t reassure me
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at all. Then, to my ears came the sound of the pitiful weeping
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I had heard in the church. The crying began to increase in intensity and
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thanks to the light of the moon that leaked through the window, I could
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distinguish a silhouette on the other side of the curtain from the shower looked like
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the figure of a hooded man with his shoulders bent and a sinister presence.
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Fear invaded me, making me tremble from head to toe. However, full
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of courage, I approached the curtain and pushed it away with a sudden movement,
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but in doing so I found that there was no one there. I
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looked around confused and frightened. While trying to understand what had just happened,
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as he sought the light, he returned flooding the bathroom with his comforting glow.
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It allowed me to see more clearly that I was alone in the room.
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I tried to calm myself by telling myself that I was only suggested by
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everything that had happened that night in church. I decided to finish my bath
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as quickly as possible and leave feeling the weight of fear of a clinging to
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my back. Every shadow seemed to come alive in the dark and every little
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noise scared me to death. But I repeated to myself that everything was the
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product of my imagination, a natural reaction after an experience as frightening as the
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one I had just lived. When I finally came out of the bathroom and
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went to my room, I tried to leave behind the disturbing thoughts that haunted
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me. I got into bed and closed my eyes, hoping the dream would
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take me. Away from those dark and terrifying memories. The darkness enveloped my
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room when I finally closed my eyes, but my mind was still tormented by
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the disturbing images and sounds of the abandoned church. In addition to what had
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just happened to me in the bathroom, I tried to remove those thoughts from
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my mind by focusing on the tranquility of my room and the warmth of my
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bed. But as time went by, I realized something wasn' t right.
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A feeling of restlessness gripped me as if I was being watched by something
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dark and evil in the darkness of my room. I turned around in bed
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desperately looking for a source of comfort, but all I found was a sense
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of oppression and fear. Then, suddenly, I heard a faint, chilling
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whisper right next to my ear. I froze in my place, feeling a
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chill crawling through my body as I tried to figure out where that sound came
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from. My hands clung to the Sheets with force and my heart began to
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beat with alarming intensity. The whisper grew louder and I soon realized that I
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was filling the whole room with his presence. I tried to block him,
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to keep him away from my mind, but he seemed to follow me wherever
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I went. Then I began to hear again the pitiful weeping that had resounded
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in the church. The sound filled me with an indescribable sense of dread,
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as if I was being dragged back into those moments of terror and despair.
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Desperate to get rid of that nightmare, I got out of bed and ran
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to the door of my room. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the
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crock of the door, feeling the urge to escape from that darkness. Suffocating
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with a sharp twist, I opened the door and ran down the hallway.
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I didn' t even know where I was going, because I just knew
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I wanted to get out of my room. I was walking down the hall
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when suddenly I felt a presence behind me and when I turned around. It
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was when I saw him a dark, hooded figure materialized in front of me
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with empty eyes fixed on mine. A scream got stuck in my throat.
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As I receded feeling a paralyzing fear taking over my body. The figure approached
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me and though I tried to retreat and escape his gaze or s R.
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S or Pies seemed to be stuck to the ground, I felt trapped and
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helpless. Before that entity. It was then that the entity took off the
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hood, revealing a face that seemed to come from the same hell, lifeless
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eyes and an elongated face with sharp teeth that made me turn back with horror.
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His empty eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of my soul, filling
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my body with indescribable terror. As I struggled to process what I saw a
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scream. He finally escaped from my throat, breaking the silence that had enveloped
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the room, alerting my parents, who came quickly, but when they came
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to where I was, they found the room empty. Only me standing in
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the middle, trembling with fear and confusion. I tried to explain to them
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what I had seen, the deformed face and the dark presence that had stalked
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me in the darkness of the hallway, but my words seemed to fall into
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deaf ears, as my parents attributed my experience to a simple nightmare. They
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tried to reassure me that everything was fine and that it had only been the
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product of my imagination. However, deep down in my being I knew that
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what I had experienced had been real. The sense of terror and despair I
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had felt could not have been just a dream. But I resigned myself to
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keep my thoughts to myself, knowing that it would be useless to try to
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convince my parents otherwise. The next day, while meeting my friends, I
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decided to question him about his experiences after leaving the abandoned church. But everyone
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denied seeing or feeling anything out of the ordinary. After leaving, I felt
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confused and frustrated, wondering why he seemed to be the only one that entity
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had followed. As the days passed, the memory of that terrifying night mer
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continued to torment and fill with persistent fear that could not shake. Each shadow
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seemed to hide the threat of that dark entity and every sound made me jump
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out of fear. Over time, my quality of life began to be significantly
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affected. My nights became an endless nightmare, plagued by terrifying encounters. With
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the spirit of the sacristan that seemed to have adhered to me every time I
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closed my eyes, I found myself facing him, feeling his cold breath in
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my neck as I struggled to escape his mortal embrace. Insomnia took over me,
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denying me the restful rest I needed so much. My days became a
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haze of fatigue and anxiety, as I struggled to stay awake and function in
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the outside world. The food became tasteless in my mouth and hunger became a
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constant company. My mother, worried about my condition, decided to take me
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to the village healer for help. From the moment I set foot in his
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humble abode, I knew that I was standing in front of someone who understood
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the dark forces that stalked me, for with a simple glance, the healer
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knew that I had played with things that I should not and that I had
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brought the attention of an evil spirit that had adhered to me. The healer
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performed several clean and protective rituals, trying to free me from the dark influence
37:29
that had consumed me. However, as the days progressed, it became clear
37:34
that the spirit had no intention of leaving me so easily it seemed to cling
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to me with unrelenting force, patiently waiting for its opportunity to claim my soul.
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The only thing the healer could do for me was give me some protective
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amulets, little relics that hoped to give me a shield against the dark forces
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around me. I held on to them in despair or waiting for them to
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be enough to keep the sacristan and his sinister company at bay. In time
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I learned to live with the shadows that haunted me constantly. I learned to
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recognize the signs of their presence and to protect myself from their attacks. As
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I grew older, I realized that this was my destiny, living in the
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shadows of that unfortunate sacristan, waiting for the moment when I made a fatal
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mistake that will finally allow me to claim my soul forever. My name is
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Javier and what I will tell you today is a chapter in my life which,
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despite the fact that I tried to forget me, is impossible to do.
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And I remember that night as if it had happened yesterday. Although years
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have passed since then, the images and sensations are still as fresh in my
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mind as something recent. Back then I was just a ten- year-
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old boy, shy and introverted with an older sister who seemed to live in
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a world completely different from mine. That night of nightmare began with our grandfather
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’ s sudden illness, which led my mother to leave the house to take
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care of him in the hospital. That' s how my sister and I
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were left alone at home. A situation that would normally only have made me
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feel anxious, became the most terrifying experience of my life. My sister,
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five years older than me and very distant in terms of personality, decided to
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take advantage of my mother’ s absence to arrange a sleepover with her friends.
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For her it was an exciting opportunity to have a night without adult supervision,
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but for me it was a frightening prospect. I was always the kind
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of kid they rated as sensitive, which is why I had no friends,
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which made the idea of being alone with a group of older girls more than
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intimidating. My sister' s friends started arriving around six o' clock in
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the afternoon, all radiant with excitement from the prospect of a fun night without
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parents. My sister ordered me to go to my room and not disturb them
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during the night. However, I didn' t want to stay alone in
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my room all night, so I just ignored my sister and stayed there.
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The last one to arrive was Laura, a girl with a mysterious look,
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in a gothic style, who, in my opinion, always carried with her
40:31
a disturbing energy. The girls murmured among themselves, exchanging nervous glances and laughter
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as they talked about something I did not understand intrigued. I started asking questions,
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but I was completely ignored. My sister looked at me with disdain and
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again ordered me to retire to my room, warning me not to disturb them.
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However, my curiosity was too strong to be ignored. I kept insisting
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on getting answers until finally my sister gave herself a tone of contempt and told
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me they would play the run that night. My eyes were wide open before
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that revelation, as I was beginning to see images of horror films that I
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had seen before. I knew the daughter was more than just a game,
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which was surrounded by chilling stories and legends. After telling me that, the
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girls noticed my fear and began to laugh questioning whether I really believed in ghosts,
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so, trying to look tough and brave, I told them that I
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didn' t believe in ghosts and that I had even played with the getaway
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many times with my friends. At that time I thought I was cheating on
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everyone, but now, with an adult' s perspective, I realize I
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wasn' t cheating on anyone but myself. The girls, listening to my
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statement, decided that if I had played before, then I could be there
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with them and even though I didn' t want to participate in the game
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of the huija, I felt trapped by my own words and I couldn'
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t back down. While the girls prepared everything, from candles, incense and
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even a bell like the ones I had seen in spiritist sessions on television.
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Miñedo increased with every minute that passed. I tried to think of an excuse
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to go to my room, I even resented my sister sending me back to
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my room, but for my bad luck, none of that happened. When
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everything was ready, Laura pulled out of her backpack a wooden board daughter looked
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rudimentary and gloomy as if it had been handmade. Laura claimed that the board
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belonged to her grandfather, who was a Satanist and claimed to speak to the
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dead. Thanks to her, with a chill, I walked around my back,
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sat down with the girls around the table. My sister showed the candles
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and turned off the light, allowing only the blinking light of the candles to
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illuminate the room. Then the session began with shaky fingers. I put my
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hands on the board or daughter along with the other girls. A feeling of
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static electricity seemed to fill the room while we waited quietly. The atmosphere was
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charged with tension and every movement of the daughter board was closely followed. The
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questions were asked one after the other and the answers we received were ambiguous and
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meaningless. To tell you the truth. Still, fear gripped me, as
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the girls continued to ask questions about the supposed spirit we had invoked. Each
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response seemed more disturbing than the previous one, and my heart was pounding in
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my chest as I struggled to contain the panic that threatened to consume me I
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thought we had finally reached the end of our supernatural activities. But then one
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of my sister' s friends, named Hannah, suggested that that was boring
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and that it would be best to summon a specific spirit, mentioning someone named
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Don José. Once again, I felt completely lost and confused, having no
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idea who that Don José was they were talking about. As the girls began
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to laugh and agree with the idea of contacting this spirit, Hanna noticed my
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confusion and decided to tell me the story of Don José. According to her,
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this man had lived many years ago and was the owner of much of
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the neighborhood we were now in. In those days, the area was nothing
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more than a green field where cows and sheep were grazing. Don José was
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known for being extremely stingy and cranky and no one wanted to approach him.
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He did not hire anyone to help him take care of his animals, which
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he often mistreated and beat. Many times they kill the hungry for days.
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One day, as he fed his pigs, Don José slipped and could not
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get up. Because of their advanced age, hungry pigs began to eat it
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and no one could hear their cries for help. When finally someone decided to
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go and see what had happened, they found his body half devoured and disfigured.
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The scariest thing was his face, which had been devoured until it was
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unrecognizable. Don José' s death had been appalling and it was said that
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he could still see himself walking through the neighborhood, seeking to replenish the parts
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of his body that had been torn from him. Don José' s story
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left me completely terrified. I wished I could go to my room at the
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same time, but I knew I had no valid excuse to leave, so
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I was forced to stay there. While the girls were preparing to summon Don
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José, I felt a knot in my stomach and a cold iced cold ran
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through my spine. My hands were shaking as I waited for the beginning of
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the next session, praying in silence that it would all end soon and I
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could escape that living nightmare. The candlelight blinked as the girls began their invocation.
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Every word resounded in the room filled with dark and sinister energy that made
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me tremble with fear. I closed my eyes hard, wishing to be anywhere
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but there, facing the horror that was coming. Suddenly, the candles went
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out by submerging the room in complete darkness. My eyes were wide open in
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the face of that sudden change and just then, the lights of the spotlight
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began to turn on and off intermittently, casting shadows all over the room.
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The girls began to look scared, exchanging nervous looks among themselves. It was
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then that the shaky voice said out loud that if Don José was in that
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room he should give a signal and at that moment three strong blows were heard
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from inside a small room, which served as a cellar. The blows echoed
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in the room stronger and more persistent, causing a chill that swept my body
47:22
from head to toe. Another of my sister' s friends got up with
47:28
determination and approached the cellar door. I looked at her with my eyes disorbited,
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feeling a mixture of terror and curiosity that threatened to overwhelm me. When
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he finally opened the door, a figure emerged from the shadows screaming in a
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frightful way. The figure wore a white mask that concealed his face and ran
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directly to where I was sitting screaming and waving my arms frantically. A scream
47:57
escaped my lips as I receded over my eyes with my hands in a desperate
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attempt to protect me. But when I finally gathered the courage to look,
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I saw that all the girls were laughing with laughter and the figure with the
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mask was actually another of my sister' s friends who had hidden in the
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cellar when she had gone to the bathroom. The relief and shame mingled within
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me as I tried to understand what had just happened. Fear barely allowed me
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to understand the situation and soon I found myself crying overwhelmed by the emotions and
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experiences of that night. To calm my nerves, one of my sister'
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s friends proposed to paint my nails and I accepted with gratitude for any distraction
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that might help me forget the terrifying joke that had just happened. The night
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continued with relative normality after that, and I finally went to my room to
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try to sleep at once. However, only a couple of hours later I
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woke up abruptly because of a nightmare related to the story of Don José.
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I tried to go back to sleep, but the persistent memory of history kept
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me awake. Tormenting my dream with every thought, I decided to get up
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and go to the bathroom to try and calm myself down. While washing my
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hands, I stared at my freshly painted nails, but a strange movement in
49:29
the mirror reflection caught my attention. I looked up to see a scary figure
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standing in the bathtub, and this was a man' s. The man
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with his clothes torn and stained with old blood, had a disfigured face,
49:44
without lips or nose hardly looked human. A chill ran through my back as
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I watched it with horror before I could react. The light suddenly went out,
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plunged me into darkness. Once again, as my fear gripped me and
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my screams resounded in the house drawing the attention of my sister and her friends.
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The sound of hasty steps resonated in the hallway and soon my sister and
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her friends ran into the bathroom with expressions of concern and confusion on their faces.
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They tried to reassure me by asking me what had happened, but my
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words were cut short by fear. I finally managed to articulate what I had
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seen in the bathtub, describing the disfigured and bloody figure that seemed to have
50:34
appeared out of nowhere. The girls exchanged nervous glances among themselves, trying to
50:38
find a logical explanation for what had just happened, trying to calm the situation
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I had generated by my statements. My sister tried to minimize the situation,
50:51
claiming that everything was simply childish fears and that we should not worry too much.
50:58
The other girls seemed to want you to believe in that comforting explanation,
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but deep down in my being I knew it wasn' t like that,
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with the refusal to stay alone in my room. My sister. Finally,
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he agreed to have me stay in his room, where all the other girls
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were, too. Once there I tried to fall asleep, but the memory
51:21
of the disfigured figure in the mirror kept tormenting me, preventing me from finding
51:29
peace while listening to the girls speak quietly. I tried to block the disturbing
51:34
thoughts that invaded my mind, but suddenly, a loud sound put us all
51:38
on alert. They were heavy knocks on the door of the room. The
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sound resonated through the room and that didn' t make sense. It was
51:47
almost midnight and there was no reason for anyone to be knocking on doors so
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hard at that time of night, let alone the door of a room.
51:58
Mine all got hold of us while we were looking at each other nervously asking
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who or what might be knocking on the door. My hands were shaking as
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I got out of bed, feeling a wave of panic going through my body.
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We all approached the door with caution, without daring to open, but
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the blows continued to be more and more persistent and threatening. Finally, my
52:25
sister took the initiative and opened the door with a determined gesture, but what
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we found on the other side left us breathless and frozen with terror, for
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there was no one there, only the darkness of the corridor and the deaf
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echo of our own heartbeats. Beating hard in my chest, I turned to
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my sister and the other girls seeking comfort in her presence. However, at
52:52
that time I could not find the desired comfort, for all those present seemed
52:57
as frightened as I did. Some more innscuso. We remain silent trying to
53:04
comfort each other with our presence. However, the sense of security we were
53:08
trying to build quickly faded away when an atmosphere of oppression and discomfort began to
53:15
fill the room, as if something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for
53:21
its time to make its appearance. Suddenly, a thick, icy mist began
53:25
to fill the room, enveloping us in an unpleasant atmosphere. Our hearts were
53:32
pounding in our breasts as we watched with horror as a haze took shape,
53:38
adopting the figure of a tall and gloomy man. The sinister whispers filled the
53:44
air, accompanied by the chilling sound of what appeared to be chains, crawling
53:50
down the ground with terrified eyes. We clung to each other unable to turn
53:55
our gaze away from the demonic specter that became present in the room, and
54:02
then we saw his face, a disfigured and grotesque face with empty eyes that
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seemed to pierce our souls, with his stare without life. For me there
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was no doubt. It was Don José, the spirit whose history he had
54:15
heard that same night, manifesting before us a collective cry of terror escaped from
54:22
our lips as we retreated desperately wishing to escape from the evil presence that surrounded
54:30
us but it seemed that we were trapped in a world of nightmare. Suddenly
54:34
that figure faded away and for a moment we thought that would be all.
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The worst, however, was just about to happen. The lights began to
54:45
blink erratically, flashing all over the room. The furniture began to move alone,
54:53
sliding with a chilling sound. The objects flew through the air as if
54:59
they had their own life, breaking against the walls. Then something happened that
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left us paralyzed. The demonic figure of Don José materialized before us once again,
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this time more solid and tangible than before. His empty eyes shone with
55:15
a sinister malice, as he watched us with a twisted smile on his disfigured
55:22
face without a word, he stretched out a bony hand towards us, as
55:29
if he were inviting us to join him in the afterlife. A choked cry
55:31
escaped our lips. As we retreated, we were unable to turn our gaze
55:37
away from the horrible vision before us. And then, just as we seemed
55:42
to be on the edge of the abyss, the demonic figure began to fade
55:50
slowly, dissipating in the darkness. That left us trembling and bewildered by the
55:54
intensity of the supernatural experience we had just witnessed and gathering sufficient courage, we
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headed to the front door, determined to leave the house as quickly as possible.
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No one had the courage to go back into the house and once we
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walked out the door. All my sister' s friends rushed back to their
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homes. Some of them offered us a place to spend the night. However,
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my sister rejected each of those proposals because my mother could arrive at any
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time. Time spent leaving me with my sister in front of the house in
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which we had lived a night of unimaginable terror. We stood silently in front
56:39
of the house for the rest of that night, feeling the weight of what
56:44
we had witnessed. There was no need to say anything. We both knew
56:49
that we would never do the same again After that terrifying experience, when the
56:54
first rays of the sun began to illuminate, we finally found the courage to
57:00
enter the house again. Every step we took was full of fear, but
57:04
we knew we had to face our fears. After all, our mother would
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arrive in a few hours and neither one of us had a good explanation for
57:14
the events that occurred that night. Once inside, my sister remembered that the
57:20
daughter board was still in her room. It was clear that neither of us
57:23
wanted to know anything about that cursed board. However, we did not have
57:30
many options. After researching how to properly dispose of objects linked to the supernatural,
57:36
my sister assured me that burning was the recommended method and apparently worked,
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as we never experienced anything supernatural again in our home. Despite getting rid of
57:49
that board and the passing of the years, we could never fully come to
57:53
the feeling that someone was watching us from the shadows and during the time we
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lived in that house there was always a feeling of restlessness in the air,
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as if Don José' s ghost was still hanging around the halls waiting for
58:08
his next chance to torment us once again. My name is Philip and what
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I will tell you next is an event that even today causes me nightmares.
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When all this started, I was just an eight- year- old boy.
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I lived in a house where my parents were scarce because of their work
58:35
as doctors. Sometimes when they couldn' t get a babysitter, my older
58:42
brother, who was then fourteen, took the role of caregiver. He was
58:46
an outgoing and popular boy and on one of those nights when he was in
58:51
charge, he decided to take advantage of the absence of our parents to organize
58:55
a party at home. I remember being completely oblivious to his plans. I
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thought it would be a night like any other. However, as soon as
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the first guests started arriving, my brother asked me to stay upstairs for the
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rest of the night. I refused at first, for I had nothing to
59:14
do upstairs, but my brother persuaded me to stay upstairs. He could watch
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TV in his room. I was excited to have a chance to watch TV
59:24
in her room. That was a place I was rarely allowed in and as
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if that wasn' t enough, he told me he could have all the
59:35
soda he wanted, as well as eat candy until he bursts. That offer
59:39
was enough to excite me I spent most of the night locked in his room,
59:46
watching all kinds of programs, which many times my parents had forbidden me
59:51
to watch. Meanwhile, in the living room, the party noise was starting
59:55
to increase. Laughter, lively music and conversation filled my home. I felt
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excluded from all that and, despite the endless channels, the monotony of television
1:00:07
finally ended up getting bored and I decided to come down to join the party.
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When I arrived in the living room, I found a tense atmosphere.
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One of my brother' s friends was playing with a huija board and the
1:00:22
others were around watching the show and, despite my fear, I approached to
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see what was happening. The boy' s hands moved on the table as
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he asked questions to the supposed spirit. At one point, the boy suggested
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someone else try and who did it was my brother. Again he questioned who
1:00:44
he was talking to, and the table marked the hatter' s letter by
1:00:47
letter. When my brother said that out loud. The laughter did not wait,
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as they compared it to the character of the animated films. The atmosphere
1:00:58
became even more disturbing when the mild storm that had been intermittently all night became
1:01:04
more intense with thunder and lightning rumbling in the sky. That made my hair
1:01:10
stand up. However, the rest of the boys seemed to enjoy the game
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more like this, suggesting questions and laughing at each other. Then, one
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of the thunders caused a blackout across the neighborhood, plunged us into total darkness.
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In the middle of the darkness, lightning lit the room for a brief
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moment and I saw something freezing my blood. At the kitchen door, a
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dark figure was seen backlight with a top hat on his head. That vision
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made my heart speed up. A scream escaped my lips and at that moment
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the light returned revealing that the figure had disappeared. My brother finally realized my
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presence I pointed to a gift where I had seen the shadow, but it
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was too late, as nothing was there. My brother' s friends began
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to laugh at me, making even jokes that at night the hatter would show
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up to pull my feet. Although my brother followed the game a little,
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when I was genuinely scared, he decided to end the party. Everyone left,
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leaving me alone with my growing thoughts and fears. My brother assured me
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that nothing that had happened was real, besides he promised me that he himself
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had moved the pointer. His words reassured me, though not too much.
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After that we strive to clean the house meticulously, eliminating any trace of the
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party to avoid arouse suspicion among our parents. However, as I helped my
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brother to collect the remains of the party, my mind could not stop wandering
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towards that terrifying encounter in the darkness of the kitchen. Every time I closed
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my eyes, the figure of the hatter became present in my mind. His
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presence filled my thoughts with a paralyzing fear. I tried to convince myself that
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it had only been the product of my imagination, but something deep inside of
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me knew it had been real. While we were cleaning the room, my
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brother asked me to go get a garbage bag that was in the kitchen.
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I tried to turn on the light, but because of the blackout the focus
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had melted with the heart beating hard in my chest, I went into the
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darkness of the kitchen, struggling to keep composure. The living room light.
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It barely illuminated the threshold of the kitchen, leaving it wrapped in a disquieting
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semi- darkness. My steps resounded on the ground. As I approached the
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place where the garbage bags were supposed to be. My hands trembled slightly as
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I groped among scattered objects. Suddenly, thunder broke out in the sky,
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followed by lightning that left the house in the dark. Once again I tried
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to keep calm, reminding myself that there was nothing to be afraid of,
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but then I heard something, soft steps approaching the kitchen to finally get into
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it and stop right behind me. My heart began to beat harder than ever.
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I tried to convince myself that he was just my brother, but a
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feeling of restlessness took over me. Trying to keep my voice steady. I
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asked him if he could enlighten me to see better, but there was only
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silence in response. I continued to stir things up in search of the garbage
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bag. My nervousness increased with every second I spent in the dark. I
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asked again, but this time a voice answered me from the living room.
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It was my brother' s voice, asking if he had already found what
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he was looking for. Fear took over me at the time, leaving me
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paralyzed in the place. If my brother was in the living room, then
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who was in the kitchen with me. A chill ran through my back as
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I turned slowly to face the darkness behind me, and there he, the
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hatter, was with his dark figure and his top hat. The flashing light
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of the lightning briefly illuminated his presence, revealing an inhuman glow in his empty
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eyes, a cry of terror. He ran away from my lips as he
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receded, but when my brother ran into the kitchen, the figure disappeared once
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again in the dark. My tears flowed freely as I tried to explain what
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I had seen, but my brother only looked at me with disbelief. He
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assured me that he was only nervous about what happened, but that he would
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forget in a few days. I wasn' t sure that was true.
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After everything you just experienced it had felt pretty real. However, I didn
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' t want to make a fuss about it, so I just gave him
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the reason. That night it took me hours to fall asleep and when I
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finally achieved it, I was dragged into a world of nightmares. In my
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dream I was standing in the kitchen, with the darkness wrapping me and a
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feeling of discomfort that oppressed my chest from my back I saw the hatter with
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a butcher dagger in his hand, cutting something with precise and methodical movements.
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A chill ran through my back as I watched the scene in horror, feeling
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the urge to flee from there as quickly as possible. I tried to turn
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around and run in the opposite direction. But something did not allow me to
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move slowly towards the hatter. Each step was heavier than the previous one,
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until I finally could see what I was cutting was a rabbit. His body
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was torn and mutilated with torn skin and exposed bones. The hatter noticed my
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presence and slowly turned around, revealing a distorted face and a diabolical smile on
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his lips. He began to laugh in a manic way. His laughter resonated
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in my head. I tried to scream, but I couldn' t do
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it. I tried to wake up, but I was trapped in that horrible
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dream with the hatter coming closer and closer. I finally woke up sweating and
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shaking with my heart, pounding against my chest like a drumming drum. I
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looked around feeling that someone was watching me from the darkness of my room,
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but there was no one else there, or at least no one who could
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see me. I was awake the rest of the night, afraid to close
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my eyes and fall back into the clutches of that dream. The days passed
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each marked by a constant tension. It was a feeling of being watched by
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the shadow of the hatter. Sometimes I could spend whole days without feeling his
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presence, allowing me to relax a little bit and feel almost normal again.
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But something in me knew that entity was always present in the darkest corners of
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my home. Relieving the corners almost as if waiting for the right moment to
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appear again, I did not know who to turn to. I couldn'
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t tell my parents about my brother' s party, the daughter and the
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hatter, because that would mean ratting out my brother without mentioning that they would
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surely think they were just fantasies of a scared child and my brother, even
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though he was trying to be understanding, just didn' t understand the magnitude
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of my fears. There were days when I almost forgot the existence of the
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hatter, days when I felt brave enough to move freely through my own home
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without feeling stalked. A whole week had passed without a single sighting of that
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terrifying entity and I began to allow myself the hope that perhaps, only perhaps
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everything had been the product of my imagination. But the calm lasted for a
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very short time. One day my father decided to take a day off and
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spend quality time with me. As a special gesture, he proposed to play
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hide and seek my favorite game back then, so I couldn' t resist
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the opportunity and accepted excitedly to be able to play with my father. The
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game started and my father didn' t take long to find me. Then
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it was my turn to look for him. I explored every corner of the
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house, every room and every closet, but I couldn' t find it
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anywhere until I entered the guest room. There by the bed, lay a
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figure covered with a sheet my run right my run almost turned a turn of
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emotion when I thought that I had found my father and with a smile on
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my face I approached and pulled the sheet waiting to see my father' s
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familiar face, but what I saw was something completely different. Under the sheet
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was not my father and instead was the hatter dressed in a red suit,
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worn and a little mistreated. He turned his head in a creepy way to
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look at me with his black, bright eyes. The sound of his bones
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breaking as he turned his head rang in my ears. His face was a
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mask of horror, pale and disfigured, with an inhuman smile revealing sharp teeth.
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His head was turned back and a cry of terror escaped my lips.
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As he retreated, tripping and falling to the ground. The head of the
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hatter turned in front again. His neck creaked with movement filling the air with
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a creepy sound his laughter resounded in my ears, just like in my dreams.
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My screams attracted my father, who ran to my aid, but when
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the figure of the hatter arrived he had vanished into the air, leaving me
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trembling and sweating on the ground. My father tried to understand the origin of
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my fear. However, I was not able to tell him what I had
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seen, and I did not know where to begin, so I again kept
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silent. Another macabre experience with the hatter occurred on a dark and stormy night
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when I was alone at home while my parents were away for a work engagement.
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My brother, despite my pleas, had gone out with his friends to
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watch a movie leaving me only decided to spend the night in my room trying
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to distract me with a book to remove my thoughts from the disturbing presence of
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the hatter. However, the storm roared furiously and every thunder resonated in my
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chest with a sense of restlessness. As I struggled to keep my focus on
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my reading, an unexplained cold feeling began to flood the room. The temperature
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seemed to fall rapidly with every second passing, which is why I decided to
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wrap myself in my blanket in an attempt to retain some heat. As I
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tried to read I felt someone watching me from a corner of my room,
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I looked up and it was then, when I saw him in the corner
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of my room, barely visible among the shadows was the dark figure of the
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hatter. His presence seemed to fill the room with an oppressive atmosphere, making
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the air denser around me. My hands started shaking. As I watched him,
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his figure was motionless, like a specter in the dark. His top
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hat stood on his head and his empty eyes seemed to pierce my soul with
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his penetrating gaze. I tried to scream, to ask for help, but
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my voice got trapped in my throat, as the hatter slowly moved towards me.
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I still have no idea where I got the courage to stand without turning
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my back on that entity. I remember trying to go back, but I
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found myself trapped against the wall without escape in front of the terrifying figure that
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was getting closer and closer. His laughter resonated in my ears and filled me
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with a paralyzing fear. To my fortune, my brother returned just at that
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moment, causing that entity to fade back into darkness, leaving me again alone
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that night. I remember having to go to sleep with my brother, because
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I refused to be alone in my room again. The deterioration of my emotional
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and physical state did not go unnoticed for my parents. Every day I looked
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paler, more oblivious to the torment that the hatter had brought into my life.
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Concerned about my well- being, they decided to take me to a
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psychologist in a desperate attempt to find a rational explanation for my experiences. The
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psychologist listened attentively to what he had to say, but instead of offering understanding
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and help, he simply dismissed my fears as fantasies of an imaginative mind.
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He told my parents that he had probably pulled all those ideas out of some
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horror movie he had seen and that he was only trying to draw attention to
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my supposed supernatural experiences. One day I found myself getting dressed quickly to go
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to school. It was late as usual, so as I walked down the
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stairs to get down, I could feel like cold, bony hands taking me
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by the shoulders before I could react. I felt like my feet lost in
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balance because those hands threw me forward. I screamed with horror as I fell
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and the pain of my arm as I broke rang in my ears and walked
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through every part of my being When I finally got to the ground, I
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twisted with pain with my arm immobilized by my side and when I looked up,
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there was he, the hatter, watching me from the top of the
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stairs, with a twisted smile on his pale and disfigured face. My parents
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ran to me horrified by what had happened to me. They took me urgently
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to the hospital, where my broken arm was taken care of, because even
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though my parents took care of it, it wasn' t enough and while
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I lay in bed recovering from physical trauma, I couldn' t help but
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think that the hatter was still stalking, waiting for his next chance to hurt
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me. After that chilling incident on the stairs, my brother finally decided to
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break the silence and tell the truth about what had really happened that night,
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where he had made that party and where they played with the bank. My
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parents, though initially unbelieving of what they considered to be childish, were dismayed
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and severely rebuked by having organized the party in their absence and exposed their younger
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brother to dangerous situations. Although they were not convinced of the veracity of paranormal
1:16:30
events, they decided to take steps to reassure us. They consulted a spiritual
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specialist, who cleaned the house and blessed it to protect us from any evil
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entity that might be lurking in the shadows. To my surprise, it seemed
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to work, because after the cleansing and blessing, the hatter completely disappeared from
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our lives. I no longer saw him in the shadows or felt his presence
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in the naked dark corners. The house, peace and tranquility returned to our
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home and little by little, emotional wounds began to heal. However, despite
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the apparent calm that had returned to our lives, I could never completely shake
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the persistent fear that the hatter would one day return. Every dark shadow,
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every inexplicable noise fueled the fire of my paranoia. To this day I keep
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looking over my shoulder, always alert to any sign of his presence, because,
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although cleanliness and blessing may have banished him forever, I know in the
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depths of my being that the hatter must still be somewhere waiting for his moment
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to return and continue with his wave of terror. And as long as I
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live in that fear, I know I can never feel completely safe from his
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influence. Stories written and adapted by Aurora Escalante