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Reflejo Demoníaco : Relato Aterrador Que Te Helará La Sangre Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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The fair that arrives in the city once a year, is installed in the
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center at the beginning of August and leaves the last days of November to continue
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its tour in different areas of the country. The main attractions are the enormous
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and intimidating mechanical games, roller coasters, wheels of fortune, jellyfish cars,
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chocolates and a dozen other attractions, not counting the tents of games of skill
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and some others of sale of objects, souvenirs and food. When I was
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a kid, this place caught my attention. I enjoyed going with my family
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to the attractions. I don' t find it as exciting these days as
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in my childhood. However, I still like to attend with friends or family,
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but it was precisely as a child that I lived a peculiar experience in
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one of the attractions of this place, the one that the house or the
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maze of mirrors. This attraction consists of entering a place of approximately thirty square
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meters, which was conditioned with wooden sheets to give it the form of labyrinth.
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But, as its name indicates, each of the wooden walls placed in
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the place is covered by a mirror, which causes you to easily disorient and
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confuse when you are inside. A maze is itself complicated to go through Now
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with the use of mirrors. It is something that few people manage to do,
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as there is as such no reference that you can take from the walls
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or the ceiling. Everything is reflective only you see your body in diversity of
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angles, walking, turning, turning to see yourself. It is an experience
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that for many people can be extremely desperate, but at that time it was
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very interesting for me to come in and walk through the averda successfully. I
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went in alone, because my mother and brothers were not encouraged to enter,
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arguing the fear and phobia that being there would cause them. I was fully
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aware that I could get lost there, but I wasn' t afraid.
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I wanted to live the adventure by myself and go through the maze. In
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addition, there is no real danger as such, because being at the fair
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you find yourself in a controlled environment, a place with security guards. Outside
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the maze are the other attractions, hundreds of people and the security guards and
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technicians that each attraction contemplates when feeling lost or desperate, you raise your hand
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and a person from the fair in charge of the game goes for you and
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takes you towards the exit of the attraction. In my defiant emotion I did
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not think to ask for help even if I was totally disoriented, because I
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had the conviction to complete the tour on my own, but they thought that
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I would fail if in the end I asked for help and I had to
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be escorted to the end of the game. I entered I started walking the
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narrow corridors to my left. I saw my reflection the same on my right
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side. An infinite effect was created by the face of one mirror with another,
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which made me dizzy, so I did not stop to contemplate carefully the
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perpetual loop of reflections on reflections in front of me another mirror, which added
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even more visual confusion. The only reference I could have was the ground,
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but this one was totally grey and had no stain marks or anything that could
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be taken as a reference and to know where it had come from and that
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another was still to be travelled, walking across dead ends and having to return
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to meet other people from time to time who also sought to leave the place.
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I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes. Maybe more, I lost
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track of time when I was surrounded by all the mirrors. The truth of
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principle didn' t matter to me, but then I began to get tired
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of the illusion that the walls gave of seeing myself on so many sides,
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on all surfaces of the place. I walked another time. Maybe ten more
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minutes. Then I got tired and the courage I presented at the beginning was
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adulterated by the first signs of despair. Being on site. It cost me
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work, because I would lose the bet I made on myself, but I
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seriously thought about giving up and raising my hand and having someone from the local
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staff go for me and take me to the beginning or maybe the end of
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the game and as much as I wanted to do it for myself. The
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despair of being in that narrow sea of reflexes became ever greater, so I
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decided to surrender, raised my hand and waited for someone to come for me.
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I thought something wasn' t right, because no one came. I
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spent several minutes with my bare hand, but it didn' t look like
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anyone saw me. I also don' t know how they placed the people
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who wanted to withdraw from the game, because they didn' t see cameras
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or some sort of surveillance system, which seemed strange to me. I waved
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my hand waiting to be detected by someone, but nothing was happening and I
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began to despair, as my desire to get out of there was growing.
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With the slow passing of the minutes. I didn' t move either because
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I did stay moving. Most likely, those in charge of extracting people couldn
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' t find me. Or it was even harder for them, so I
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stayed in the same position. More time passed and my despair was even greater.
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I started screaming for help, but still no one was coming for me
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or there was no sign that they were going to get me out of the
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place, so, tired and burdened, I felt like waiting on the floor.
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My despair was turning into concern, for there was no trace of anything
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or anyone. In all the minutes I was in there crying for help,
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I never saw people pass as I had before. When I entered the attraction,
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I got tired and decided to walk, because after all, if no
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one came after me, I would have to find the way out at one
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time or another. They couldn' t just leave me in that place.
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My mother and my brothers would already be wondering what happened to me. Although
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it probably hadn' t been that long. My despair made me feel the
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minutes like hours. Walking I came across a fairly long corridor, the longest
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of those I had traveled at the moment, which I thought would be a
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good sign, as I was probably approaching an exit or, at least,
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an area that I had not previously explored, which could get me out of
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there. But sooner than later I began to notice something strange in the mirror,
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the one right in front of me at the end of that long corridor,
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artificially armed and composed of mirrors in their entirety. My reflection did not
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seem to be really mine, for I stood motionless without making noise or the
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slightest movement, and my figure in the mirror seemed to be walking it looked
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like it was coming towards me with a firm and determined step. I was
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surprised, but I thought it might be something like an optical effect, because
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it' s not normal to be seeing so many reflexes of yours simultaneously for
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so long and on one of those occasions you could really play a bad past
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and make you see something that isn' t there. I really thought that
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was the case, but my false perception of what was happening there soon faded
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away. My reflection began to run in my direction. It looked like he
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wanted to get me for a thousandths of a second. I came to think
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that it was someone else who was someone else lost in the maze, just
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like me, or maybe someone in charge of the attraction. But that thought
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faded away before I could really seriously think about it, for the figure was
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exactly like me in all physical aspects. My face was his, his clothes
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identical to mine, hair, skin color, complexion, everything except for just
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one thing, something that made us different from me and that was the eyes.
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The eyes of that being were completely black. He had no pupils or
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any trait other than complete darkness within the eye sockets. It was horrible to
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see a version of myself running towards me who knows with what strange intentions I
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ran in the opposite direction to that being who, like r rrido and without
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looking exactly where I was going, because the dread took over me. Seeing
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that, chasing me and listening to his footsteps ever closer to mine, I
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ran and ran over with countless mirrors, until on one of those roads I
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found a dead end, a dead end. Then I would have to return,
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but it seemed too late, for seconds before I listened to the footsteps
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of my reflection, chasing me and very close to me. When I stopped
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looking at the hallway where I came and turned my back to the mirror that
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created the end of that road, paying attention to the noise of the surroundings,
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I realized that there were no more footsteps. I didn' t hear
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anything but the lights on the ceiling, producing some sort of vibration. When
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a buzz was on, it was the only thing I could hear in those
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disturbing moments. Apart from my exasperated breathing, I walked shyly down the hallway
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back. I was troubled by the reflections that appeared everywhere and gave me no
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room to think that that strange encounter had already passed, for it seemed that
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any of the reflections would turn towards me and come out of the wall again,
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just as it happened moments ago. When I saw the reflexes of anger,
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which were projected everywhere, I could see how they disobeyed my movements,
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as some far away moved unnaturally, in a way in which I had not
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moved. And when you focus your eyes on those reflexes. Everything seemed normal,
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as if any other mirror was concerned. At times I thought or tried
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to think that everything was part of the attraction that was designed this way to
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cause shock to the person who entered, but it made no sense. It
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was a maze of mirrors, not a scary house. Besides, I don
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' t know how they could create a replica of myself, which would get
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out of the mirror and chase me couldn' t be part of the attraction.
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It was too huge a thing. I kept walking down the halls and
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looked for a way to locate myself. I tried to locate myself, but
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it was impossible for me. The despair of going the same way over and
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over again without knowing if they were really the same passageways or if they were
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different rooms but with the same appearance I started to lose my mind, so
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I decided to leave traces. There was a stone in my pants, which
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I took off the street only because of its peculiar shape. It was a
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triangle- shaped rock with one of the tips, something sharp fit in my
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hand perfectly, so, having no other way to leave a trail, I
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went scratching the mirrors of the corridors where I passed, mainly in the corners,
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because they were the most visible places. He left a big arrow doing
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a scratch on the mirror. The arrow indicated which direction he had not gone
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and following that pattern sooner or later, he would leave the place. I
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continued walking faster and faster, marking the mirrors I thought would be recognizable.
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But after minutes something too strange happened. There were arrows that I was sure
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I had not done, as they were smaller and not exactly scratches on the
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mirrors, but were directly cracks. Glasses were starting to break, but I
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' m sure that wasn' t the cause of my marks. They were
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signs I hadn' t left there. At that point, I didn'
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t care about the scolding that might exist because I was ruining the mirrors in
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the living room. I just wanted to get out of there in extreme despair.
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I didn' t care to break the mirrors to get the attention of
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the outsiders, but I was more terrified than desperate and I was afraid to
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cause a loud noise and come across that strange reflection of mine again, which
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minutes ago had been chasing me to mark the mirrors, it didn' t
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help me at all. It only increased my despair, as I was beginning
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to encounter the same arrows I had let me know that I was going in
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circles and I had been doing it for Who knows how long. Besides finding
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those strange marks that I hadn' t left the cracks in the mirrors,
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which made me think that maybe there was someone else who was also desperately looking
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for a way out, just like me. After passing through another of the
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seemingly endless corridors, I could see the figure of a person who clearly wasn
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' t me, but I only managed to see how he was bending through
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one of the corners of the corridors, I saw a heel that disappeared quickly,
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without giving me time to dissins any fraction of the clothes that that person
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would wear or less, some facial or characteristic of the individual. I tried
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to get his attention by talking to him, calling out and chasing him,
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but he couldn' t find anything or anyone. All of a sudden I
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saw reflexes away from that person, probably from that person, because if he
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was there, it was obvious that the glass was going to reveal him by
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announcing his position from other angles. But this didn' t do me much
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good either, because the figures quickly disappeared, leaving me just as the persecution
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began or even more confused, all the attempts I made seemed useless, because
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I inevitably remained alone and without knowing where to go, what direction to take
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you and the places I was in were new or if I had already traveled
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them before. Minutes after this, the lights were starting to blink, which
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was what was the most terror used in me, because without light I would
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be totally trapped. I wasn' t going to be able to leave the
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place by chance, I didn' t know why there was no one left
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and who seemed to be abandoned in the middle of the attraction. I accelerated
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my heart was beating very fast. My fear was intensifying and I didn'
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t want to stay in the dark. I started screaming for help, hoping
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that someone could listen to me away. I started running in all directions and
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I stopped having the caution I used to be. But everything seemed to be
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useless. Then I began to meet the arrows in the crystals, the marks
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I made myself to know where I had already passed, which indicated to me
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that I kept going around in circles, without advancing, without approaching the exit.
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Then I felt like I couldn' t take it anymore. My despair
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was enormous. At times I thought I was having a horrible nightmare where I
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was trapped forever there, surrounded by mirrors, in hallways, convoluted that always
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lead to the same places as some kind of hell or punishment. Then it
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all stopped. My feet stopped I paused to recover the breath I had lost
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due to the despair of running and overthinking everything. Seconds later, the lights
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went out. I was totally in the dark. I couldn' t even
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tell my hands a few inches away from my nose. When my eyes began
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to get used to the darkness, I began to see how my reflections on
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the crystals began to move independently to the way I moved. They all turned
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their heads turning to see me in unison. That' s when I felt
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again as terror climbed up my spine and detonated in the urge to run away.
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I ran back in any direction. Seeing how little darkness allowed me to
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my sides, I could see that the mirrors close to me did not reflect
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my figure. They were simply replicating the shape of the other mirrors and creating
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the forever infinite loop, but without me being involved. It was like an
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optical illusion of some kind, but I didn' t understand how this was
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possible. I looked back at me as I continued to run and I could
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see dozens of reflections of myself, persecuting myself as my first encounter with this
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phenomenon, but on this occasion multiplied by twenty or thirty, not seeing where
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I was going, I bumped into the glass opposite, fell to the ground
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as I listened as the broken crystals fell along with me. Then I don
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' t remember anything else from the later moments This I woke up exalted in
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the hospital. I opened my eyes and the light from the ceiling of the
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place made me enchanted. Everything was too bright and I was not lucid.
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My mother was there and explained to me how things had happened. He told
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me that I despaired inside the maze of mirrors and that I started running in
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all directions until I crashed into one of the crystals, breaking it and making
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me lose consciousness. I did not understand what she explained to me, for
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it was as if everything that happened had not really happened, as if I
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had imagined that strange and at the same time horrible experience, but it felt
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too real and there was no way that it had been some hallucination or dream
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of mine I cut a part of my face with the glass against which I
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hit the wound healed with the passing of the weeks, but it remained as
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a reminder of that strange and horrendous experience. After what happened, I didn
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' t dare tell anyone what happened only to my mother and brothers, who
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told me that sometimes we used to imagine those things when we passed out.
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They said that I probably imagined everything because of the despair that invaded me at
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those moments, but I didn' t know how to explain it or to
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give them the understanding that it wasn' t a dream that had really happened,
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because it was too real to have just imagined it. I was sure
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that I stayed at least an hour in that place in complete solitude seeing things
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I had never seen before, sinister phenomena within those mirrors so difficult to explain
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that the best excuse is simply to say that it was an attribution of my
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Mind time passed and gradually I was convinced that yes. That experience had been
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something that occurred within my imagination, not knowing how else to explain it,
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without having a basis for thinking that what had happened to me had happened.
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So, I got used to believing that everything was fake a dream only until
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twenty years later, one night I was drying my head with a towel.
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After I took a bath. Then I glanced at the foggy mirror in the
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bathroom and discovered that my reflection was not obeying my movements. The self on
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the other side only stood static, totally naked and without even having a towel
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in his hands, as I did. Actually. Realizing this, I quickly
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turned to see what was really going on with the reflection of that crystal.
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But staring at him, everything was normal. The reflection obeyed my movements.
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Like any other time. One day I got my own reflection for hours,
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because there was something in me that deserved that twenty years ago had not been
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a dream and that until now it began to manifest again. I saw the
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mirror for a long time, it just blinked, it didn' t take
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away my eyes, it was my counterpart in the glass. As the minutes
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passed, I was unaware, figure my face, I could see someone else
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' s, something was there, which was too strange to be able to
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explain, to give it a logical sense. After more than an hour of
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sitting down and seeing myself in that mirror and blinking. My eyes on his
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reflective counterpart turned totally black. I was so scared that I jumped back.
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But after this, everything was just as new. But to me that was
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proof that something was actually going on on the other side of the reflection,
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something sinister that woke up after I got into that maze of mirrors, after
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having checked this out. I try to look at the reflective surfaces as little
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