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La Colección Siniestra De Mi Abuela ( Recopilación De Maldiciones #6 ) De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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  This happened when I was fourteen years old. My mom, my sister and
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  I moved temporarily to Grandma' s house in the country, because she was
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  too sick and my mother would take care of her. It was summer.
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  We didn' t have to go to school and if the holidays were over
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  and we were still there, we would find some way to deal with the
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  problem, mainly my mother, who was the person who was most worried about
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  this situation. We got to the old country house. A nurse welcomed us.
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  That was the last day she would take care of Grandma, as we
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  had arrived. The reason my mother was now in charge of Grandma' s
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  care and medical care was money. They could no longer afford any more personal
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  nurses to take care of the poor old woman. Ten I have very little
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  memory of Grandma when her health had not deteriorated. So much. I was
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  a very little girl. Then he began to suffer from various diseases. At
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  the same time. The alcheimer, the dissociation the lack of lucidity were symptoms
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  that became more and more serious with the passage of the months. Later,
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  a stroke would cause her to go into a coma and not regain consciousness.
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  In the last six months until we arrived to take care of her, they
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  had moved Grandma to the living room of the house, as it was easier
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  and immediate to meet her needs for her caregiver. Besides, the room had
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  a lot more room than the room where she slept. The house was large,
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  it was almost a hacienda, but if at that time she was already
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  alone and careless, today there is no place left. I remember when we
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  got to the entrance to the house, I got a strange smell. It
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  was not exactly something unpleasant or disgusting, but a totally new smell for me
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  that to this day I find it difficult to write accurately. It was like
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  a mixture of chemicals and different fluids that gave the feeling of being in a
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  lab and not in a house. The most curious thing of all is that
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  that smell was very strong and we all got to perceive it sooner rather than
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  later. I remember that all afternoon we were unpacking our things and settling in
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  the house when the night was about to fall we fell first, because we
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  were very tired and we hadn' t even finished putting down all the things
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  we were going to need the next few days. Of course, we also
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  didn' t know if those days would turn into weeks or months, because
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  the previous six months of Grandma' s coma gave us no hope that this
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  situation would end soon, so I and my sister had already thought that we
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  were going to spend the summer away from the city, our friends, our
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  house, which we were used to and that, instead, we would be
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  there for quite some time, very probably until school starts. Then maybe we
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  ' d stay with my Aunt Letti, but it was too early to think
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  about it. Me and my sister went to our respective rooms. My mom
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  would sleep in an adapted room on the ground floor to be always close to
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  Grandma. It was as if the night had passed in the blink of an
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  eye. I didn' t realize. I thought I had fallen asleep for
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  five minutes, but there was a lot of light. The window in my
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  new room let in the first flashes of sunshine. Maybe that' s what
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  woke me up, or maybe I woke up on my own, because I
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  slept a lot. When I went down the stairs, I found my sister
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  and my mom in the dining room for breakfast, they told me that I
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  slept a little over nine hours. Approximately it was strange, as I didn
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  ' t realize, and I lost track of time. The following days passed
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  relatively normally. Sometimes strange noises were heard in different places of the house,
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  but my mom always told us that it was because of the oldness of the
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  place and that most of the walls and floors were made of wood and this,
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  unlike concrete, changes its size in a millimetric way with the humidity or
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  dryness of the environment. Until that time, the noises were not cause for
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  alarm, but they would be later. And without realizing it, we were
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  ignoring something that in a few days would make us question that it is real
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  and that it is not, because Grandma' s house hid things that not
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  even today, after so many years, I completely understood one day I and
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  Carla, my sister, were cleaning the basement of the house when we found
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  a door that could not be accessed because it was locked and such a key
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  was nowhere to be found. My mom tried to force the lock, but
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  it was useless. The point is we ended up removing the doorknob to access
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  and we found something too strange. That room in the basement was full of
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  porcelain dolls of all sizes were from small ones about fifteen centimeters high to some
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  others that exceeded the meter of height. The first surprise was my mother,
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  because she said she didn' t remember our grandmother having the hobby of collecting
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  these kinds of figures. They were known everywhere even on shelves, walls and
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  some packed in cardboard boxes in the middle of the room, which apparently no
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  longer fit in any other sideboard. The strange thing is that all these dolls
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  were only there and if we hadn' t forced the entrance, no one
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  would ever have found out about this side of Grandma' s collector that was
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  still right, there was nothing wrong with it. It was strange even for
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  his daughter and granddaughters. The dolls did not look like any porcelain figure,
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  as they looked very strange. On the disturbing side, the eyes of some
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  of these dolls were very deep and sinister to the point where it seemed like
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  they were following you wherever you moved the room and all the dolls were covered
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  in dust and my sister began to be afraid of being surrounded by all these
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  figures, so I and she left the basement and went to see Grandma.
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  My mom kept cleaning up that weird, scary one. Fourth, we went
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  to Grandma' s bed and sat next to her. There was a machine
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  monitoring his vital signs, his breathing, and some other physical functions that neither
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  I nor my sister could understand at that young age. Carla went for a
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  glass of water to the kitchen. I, I, I, I didn
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  ' t stay there right away from my grandmother. When I turned to see
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  his face for a thousandth of a second, I could have sworn that I
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  saw my grandmother' s eyes open and seeing me directly, I gave a
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  little startling, as I was moved by the idea that Grandma would finally wake
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  up and recover from the state in which she was in. But then I
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  started to get scared, because I didn' t know if I had actually
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  seen what I thought to distinguish with the corner of the eye. I waited
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  a few minutes to see her staring. I didn' t say anything to
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  Carla or my mother when they arrived. Well, if it' s the
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  case that Grandma woke up, she' d consider it before I could tell
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  them. A few more minutes went by. If nothing happened as it happened,
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  the clock hands would move forward. I was losing hope of seeing my
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  grandmother open her eyes and that hope was turning into fear. What was it
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  then that I saw thinking it was Grandma' s eyes. I didn'
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  t know and I wanted to think that if I hadn' t woken up,
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  then it had just been my imagination. Over the hours we had dinner
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  and went to sleep. That night wasn' t like the night before when
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  I could sleep in a cumshot. This time I woke up at two o
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  ' clock in the morning because of a strange noise I thought I felt inside
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  my room, which vanished just as I opened my eyes. It was like
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  the sound of static televisions. Then I heard it again was dim and almost
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  off. I got up and at times I thought it would disappear, but
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  then I heard it again. I tried to follow the trail, which led
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  me to the closet in my room. The sound came from there and then
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  I thought I hadn' t really opened that closet, because the handles were
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  rusty and the wood was somewhat old and I always left the cleaning of this
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  place, and then I took the handles and the Pope' s pull to
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  open it and see what it was that produced that strange static. But it
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  seemed that the wood had begun to rot and it was hard to separate the
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  doors and expose the interior of the furniture. With a little more effort I
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  managed to open the doors of the closet. But, to my surprise,
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  there wasn' t a radio there generating white noise. In fact, there
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  was not even an object that had the possibility to emit any sound. Inside
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  was one of the dolls we had found the previous afternoon in the basement of
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  the house, a strange dirty and worn porcelain doll with a white dress with
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  golden lace, a high hairstyle and an almost human look. It was as
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  soon as I opened the doors that the static sound went out completely. I
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  checked every corner of the furniture and there was nothing there but the wrist.
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  I found it very strange to hear that the sound came straight from there so
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  that it would turn off almost automatically. I took the doll and checked it
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  completely. There was nothing in it but clothes made from cloths that were remarkably
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  carefully manufactured. And besides that, I dust a lot of dust. I
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  put the doll back in the closet and closed it with her inside. When
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  I heard nothing else, I went to bed again and tried to sleep,
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  but it was very difficult for me to fall asleep. In that situation,
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  I had the strange feeling that the wrist was looking at me from the other
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  side of the closet. When I closed my eyes and tried to sleep,
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  I felt that if I knew, I would find the doll right in front
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  of me looking closely at me. Moreover, he could not simply ignore the
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  static sound he had heard and that, by opening the furniture, he had
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  simply disappeared. It was, by the way, strange. In the end,
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  I ended up putting the doll outside the room, as its simple presence
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  took away my tranquility and sleep. The next morning I saw that the doll
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  was gone and I took it for granted that my mom would touch it.
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  They had taken it, but when I asked them, they told me they
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  hadn' t seen any dolls that weren' t in the basement of the
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  house. I looked her up in different places and found her where I least
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  thought I' d find her. It was inside the closet. Again I
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  didn' t know how it got there, because no one had seen her
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  more than I did and I don' t remember returning her to that place.
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  We put that doll with everyone else down in the basement. The days
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  continued one night and I woke up again suddenly in the middle of the morning.
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  When I opened my eyes, I thought I saw a shadow standing right
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  in front of me watching me, but it disappeared in the middle of the
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  darkness. It was too difficult to distinguish a shadow or a figure in the
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  middle of the darkness, and that was what terrified me the most. He
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  kept listening to a strange sound similar to the interference the ordo heard a few
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  nights inside the closet, but he didn' t know exactly where he was
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  coming from. I went back to my room and tried to sleep, but
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  I didn' t get it. I went down to my mom' s
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  with Grandma. My mother was asleep and I didn' t want to wake
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  her up, because I had been sleeping very little in the last few days
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  because of all the care I had to give my grandmother. I just stayed
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  there for a while and tried to sleep on an armchair, but I didn
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  ' t get to sleep either. I got up to the kitchen to have
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  a glass of water and in that I saw a small figure about a metre
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  tall, which went through the corridor adjacent to the stairs facing the upper floor
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  I stood still thinking that it might have been that or if it was just
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  something I had imagined. The little lump was going into the basement. I
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  was horribly afraid to go looking for something. However, I did. The
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  door to the basement was the noose was opened by someone, no doubt had
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  passed by and had been very uncareful with the trail that gave him away.
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  I thought some thief had gotten into someone, but I didn' t want
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  to wake my mother, but I could turn to my sister. I went
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  to wake her up and told her what I' d seen. She was
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  no less afraid than me, but she still walked me to the basement.
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  We went down the stairs to get to the large basement in front of us
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  I was only at the door of the room, where I had previously left
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  the doll I found in my room. There was nothing and no one else.
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  There' s just a bunch of horrible, horrible- looking porcelain dolls
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  that could cause nightmares for anyone. Still, we started moving our wrists and
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  looking for something or someone that might be hiding in that part of the house,
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  because I refused to think that what I saw going through the hallway had
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  been a mere product of my imagination. That' s when my sister took
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  a step back and without realizing it, she hit with one of her elbows
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  a doll that was on a low shelf and threw it to the ground,
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  causing her head to break. She was going to pick her up when I
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  noticed that she was seeing something very carefully on the floor, right where her
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  wrist had fallen now broken. Perhaps I was seeing the pieces of porcelain scattered
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  on the ground, but, if that was the case, I did not
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  understand why I paid so much attention to the remains scattered on the ground.
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  Then I approached her to see carefully what she had. With the look trapped
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  on the floor of the broken head of the wrist, something seemed to be
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  coming out. There were dozens of worms and earth spreading across the ground.
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  My sister backed back and screamed with disgust and horror When I distinguished the shape
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  of those little creeping animals, I took the wrist from one foot and threw
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  it away as far as I could. After this, almost the entire contents
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  of the wrist had come out and spread over the ground. There was a
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  kind of folded paper plus dark earth, it' s gonna be candlelight and
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  some jars with a strange liquid inside. After that we wondered if the contents
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  of all the dolls would be himself. We' re looking for a way
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  to open some other without breaking it, but we didn' t make it.
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  They had to be broken. We carried a lot of Grandma' s
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  dolls in a cardboard box to the courtyard of the house and there we started
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  to break them one after the other to discover their contents. They all had
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  more or less the same folded candleswax papers. Some contained animal remains in an
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  advanced state of rotting or bones, perhaps chickens or other small animals. There
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  was a rotten falling smell coming from inside the wrists. Also the sound of
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  static began to become present, but the strange thing is that apparently it didn
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  ' t come from anywhere. It was like it came from inside my head.
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  But then my sister asked me to listen to that so I knew that
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  the sound was not my imaginations, but somehow it was real. The sound
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  of static was increasing. Then we decided to put together all the dolls and
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  remains of which were already broken and set fire to them. In the courtyard
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  of the house. There was a part of the floor that was made of
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  concrete and we started grouping all the dolls together. There, my sister was
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  going for them in the basement and I went for a notebook and some matches.
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  I ripped the sheets out of the notebook and started setting them on fire.
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  Then I threw the tail at the pile of broken, pricked wrists we
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  had managed to make. It wasn' t hard to light the fire It
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  is so It was to keep it under control and make sure the flames didn
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  ' t spread too far. But apart from the interior of most figures there
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  was damp soil and flammable liquids, which caused them to flare up in the
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  fabric and porcelain bonfire that we had mounted in the courtyard. The fire was
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  irregular and sometimes it seemed that something inside him was trying to move, as
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  if an entity moved the flames and tried to reach me, my sister when
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  I came with more dolls or even to the Cup of Trees, which were
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  a few meters away from where we carried out the burning. It took us
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  hours to do all this. The dolls were burning inside a fire that looked
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  like no one else I' d seen before. It was a very intense
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  flare of moments and then it calmed down and descended, but it seemed that
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  it took strength if it again tried to get out of its range as if
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  it were struggling to reach us. But we started fanning the dolls from afar
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  and we didn' t give it a chance to be too close to the
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  flames. The eyes of the dolls were the last to melt. After a
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  few hours, there were some terrifying, white circles, seeing us on a
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  mountain of ashes and burnt earth. The fire gradually began to extinguish, because
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  it did not get out of the range of concrete floor, and with the
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  extinction of the flares the first flashes of light of dawn began to arrive,
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  until there were only ashes left of those strange and dark wrists, which we
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  would never know where they had come from there were too many doubts that were
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  hovering over my head and that of my sister. But something strange, but
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  at the same time good, was that the sound of static had stopped.
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  It was as if he had gone along with the body of the porcelain dolls
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  sitting in the courtyard of that old house right away from my younger sister.
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  I was trying to tie up all the lines, but otherwise it was simply
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  impossible for me to draw a conclusion that would not give rise to something supernatural
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  having happened there in Grandma' s house. Most likely, all this was
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  a work of witchcraft that someone had done to Grandma for some reason, because
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  she was a person who had earned a certain amount of enemies in her village,
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  as she was a social activist who never kept quiet, which made certain
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  sections of the population where she resided uncomfortable. Besides this, a few kilometres
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  from the village, it was well known that there was a gypsy camp.
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  The truth. We never knew who they were, but what was certain was
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  that they were people who performed dark practices for their own benefit or for the
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  convenience of someone who would pay them for services. This information is too vague,
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  so I was thinking too much about not including it in this testimony or
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  not, but I think any detail should be added to contextualize the bizarre and
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  ruggedness of this case. Minutes later, me and my sister heard steps behind
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  us. Someone was heading towards the courtyard of our house. We thought that
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  he could become a neighbor or the police, having seen the flashy flashes that
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  caused the fire that we had started hours ago. But it wasn' t
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  our mother who came to warn us between surprised and excited, with tears in
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  her eyes that Grandma had awakened from the coma. Some time later and since
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  he recovered mostly from this situation, we asked him why he started collecting these
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  kinds of dolls without anyone else knowing. In addition, we told her what
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  we found inside them, to which she responded, something we still do not
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  understand at all. I' ve never had porcelain dolls, something that made
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  the skin get scary. That house had been constantly lowering the selling price that
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  the real estate agency was putting on it. It was an overly economical house
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  for the size and quality of the place, a house in the countryside,
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  immediately from a lake in the shade of a large tree with huge trunk and
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  abundant leaves. But why was the property so cheap? Why it was worth
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  three or four times less than the houses of this style and with this territorial
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  expansion, the answer was as disturbing as it was strange and more than one
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  person will find it difficult to believe the authenticity of this story. It'
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  s easy to knock me out, so I don' t blame you if
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  you do. In concluding this account, I only ask you to keep your
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  mind open and consider that there are many things of which we are totally ignorant
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  about the world in which we live. Nine years ago I arrived with my
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  wife at the Tree House, as we moved from the village of Santa Marta
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  to the village of Las Praderas, because my father' s business, a
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  hardware franchise, had been working very well in recent years and we moved there
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  in order to be closer to the place where I was prospering. The business
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  I inherited from my ancestry. The primary part of the move was the purchase
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  of a new house. We had already sold our old home and with nothing
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  to prevent us from changing our place of residence, We went to see that
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  house, attracted by the price with which it was promoted. Angela and I
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  had no children, which made it easier and faster to move and sooner than
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  later we went on a date with local sales people to show us the house.
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  The agreed day and time came. Sales people welcomed us at the door
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  of the house to give us a relatively brief but fairly well explained tour of
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  all the details involved in buying the place. In the end we went on
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  to ask the question that we were asking ourselves so much, why the house
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  was so cheap. The seller' s gesture was discouraged, but she was
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  practically obliged to answer this question. Turns out the house was that cheap because
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  the previous owners had died there. But not only that. It wasn'
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  t just a casual matter. There was a whole sinister pattern of murders in
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  this place. The previous owners and the previous owners had also died in mysterious
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  and inexplicable causes. The last three buyers of the property died and this is
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  a fact that neither the real estate nor the State could keep hidden. This
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  was known because able to be something that had caused a lot of fuss years
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  ago, the sellers of the place were legally obliged to let the next buyers
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  of the place know this. It was an alarming pattern of deaths, but
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  it wasn' t just that. The lake behind the house was used in
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  the 1980s and 1990s by organized crime to take life and get rid of the
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  law easily, something that left nothing well standing on the site. Taking into
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  account also the recent appearances surrounding the people of the meadows, it was as
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  if the place had always witnessed deaths. It was even strange how chance could
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  lend itself to this cluster of situations where nothing favoured those who lived around them.
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  We thanked the saleswoman for her time. We retired and were thinking about
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  buying the house or not. If we did it it was in order to
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  live there a few years, but not a full life, because sooner or
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  later we would have to sell the house, travel and buy another one somewhere
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  else. It was what we had already been doing for a while to get
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  substantial savings together. Only there was a coincidence that it was in that town
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  where my father' s hardware stores were located, so living there for a
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  few years would be beneficial in more ways than one. For this reason,
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  it was mainly that we decided to buy the house. It was too good
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  an offer to just let it go. Besides, it was something that tied
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  up with our future plans and neither I nor Angela. We were people who
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  suggested ourselves easily, so ignoring the events that stained the place with a reputation
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  for care was something for us that could be overlooked. It was even a
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  place that, in the right eyes, could turn out to be tourist,
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  for it was certainly a beautiful location full of a mysterious and enriching island.
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  We bought the house and started moving into it by moving our belongings that we
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  used to keep in a rental house. The truth is that we travel with
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  few things. Only what was necessary, because paying for moving trucks from one
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  village to another was not cheap, but outside of the furniture and essential appliances.
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  There was not something specific that would result in a difficult transfer task,
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  which at times should not be in the house as it was, but in
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  one of the branches of the hardware stores that it operated. They were the
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  materials that were sold in these same ones, tools different types of metals and
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  even some boxes with tanks of different gases that are commonly held for sale in
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  branches more specialized to this type of resources, which we kept in the basement.
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  Meanwhile, another good thing about the place is that, po or case,
• 27:00
  no repairs were needed to start living there. The real estate company had
• 27:04
  been in charge of keeping the place in good condition so that the price of
• 27:10
  the house would not continue to decrease, as if so, sooner or later
• 27:15
  they would end up giving the place away. I was very struck by the
• 27:18
  great tree that gave almost the whole shade to the house, which curved quite
• 27:22
  curiously above the ceiling, as a natural protection, almost as if someone had
• 27:26
  not grown in that way to prevent the house from getting too hot in summer,
• 27:32
  the roots of the oak spread out over the floor like veins on the
• 27:37
  back of a hand. It was strange, but fascinating to see how beneath
• 27:44
  the earth all those roots that gave life to the huge plant spread. Besides
• 27:48
  that, when the floor in the part of the courtyard was seen at the
• 27:52
  backlight of the evening, the relief of it was something very pleasing to the
• 27:57
  eyes of the people who were justified by nature. In addition to the glow
• 28:03
  of the sun in the lake water, I am sure that if the place
• 28:06
  had not had that tragic record of deaths behind it, it would have been
• 28:11
  a property that could have reached very high prices. The first few days already
• 28:17
  living in the house, we began to notice something very strange. Both inside
• 28:22
  and outside the house. Flies arrived, many of them, but mainly within
• 28:27
  the place. Sometimes it was impossible to leave the doors open, as these
• 28:33
  insects invaded the interior of the property. In a matter of seconds. We
• 28:37
  ' re looking for something that could be attracting so many flies, food thrown
• 28:44
  out, trash or whatever, that had an unpleasant smell, but we didn
• 28:47
  ' t find anything I remember one of the first nights we were there,
• 28:52
  the number of flies was easily hundreds. We tried to chase them away,
• 28:59
  moving sheets and opening the doors and windows so that they would come out,
• 29:03
  but it seemed useless, for those who went out of one window entered through
• 29:06
  another. The ones we managed to chase away through the front door found the
• 29:11
  way to get back in was very desperate, but in the midst of the
• 29:17
  insect chaos, suddenly it was as if everything stopped. The flies began to
• 29:21
  leave apparently in the same direction. Seconds later, a woman we had not
• 29:26
  seen before was present about a hundred meters from the house. It was slowly
• 29:33
  moving forward with a very particular aplomb. The woman was an old woman of
• 29:37
  about seventy years. When he was close enough I could distinguish the strange texture
• 29:44
  that seemed to have the woman' s skin. It was as if under
• 29:48
  her skin she had hundreds of small balls from her neck and chest to her
• 29:52
  arms, her face, her hands. All of her was filled with those
• 29:57
  little, almost imperceptible bumps. The woman asked us what we were doing in
• 30:03
  the house, to which we replied that we were the new owners of the
• 30:08
  place. The woman remained silent for a few moments exploring with the view the
• 30:15
  façade of the place. It was strange, for it seemed to be evaluating
• 30:18
  us. Minutes later he welcomed us and left it was strange that he had
• 30:23
  done such a thing in the middle of the night and not in the morning
• 30:27
  or in the afternoon, as anyone else would. Besides, as soon as
• 30:33
  the flies showed up, it all went away, it was just a coincidence,
• 30:37
  but it was all too weird. That would only be the beginning of
• 30:42
  what we were about to live. Three days later I went to the village,
• 30:48
  which was about two kilometers from our house, which was the furthest away
• 30:52
  from the village in the market. I' m going to the same lady
• 30:57
  I had come to visit us a few nights ago. I was walking through
• 31:02
  the stalls, carrying a bag of some fruit and raw meat. She was
• 31:07
  a woman who seemed strange to me. It seemed that no one wanted to
• 31:11
  get too close to her and the people who were passing by quickly moved away
• 31:15
  from her. Then he went from place to step slowly a man who stared
• 31:22
  at him in the distance. It gave me the impression that I could give
• 31:26
  myself more context about that mysterious old woman, so I approached to ask her
• 31:30
  if I knew her, to which she replied that, fortunately not, she
• 31:36
  was someone with whom no inhabitant of the meadows wanted to cross or exchange words.
• 31:41
  I questioned why, to which your answer was rather strange and even superstitious.
• 31:48
  She' s a witch. She told me that she was the last
• 31:51
  remaining person in her family and that everyone had died under strange conditions, but
• 31:56
  that he and most of the locals believed that she had killed everyone, her
• 32:00
  whole family, including her children of good. At first, a lot of
• 32:07
  information appeared to me too exaggerated. The woman was strange, she had an
• 32:13
  unusual way of walking and the relief hidden under her skin made her more unusual
• 32:17
  than she already was, but for some reason I gave her the benefit of
• 32:21
  the doubt and I didn' t label her crazy or psychotic. However,
• 32:27
  this perception of me would not last long. It should be noted that the
• 32:34
  flies had stopped showing up at the house since they suddenly disappeared with the old
• 32:38
  lady' s visit to the place where we lived. A few days later
• 32:44
  I knew where that strange old woman lived for some reason she couldn' t
• 32:47
  understand. I kept thinking about her in the day and wondering who she is.
• 32:53
  I knew that I lived in a house to the east end of the
• 32:58
  village, which only caused me to wake up more doubts than I was doing
• 33:04
  that night wandering around the sun around our house. It didn' t make
• 33:07
  sense that he just walked by for no reason, because our house was literally
• 33:13
  to the other side of town and it was a journey that no one would
• 33:16
  do in the morning. One afternoon after leaving work, I passed by the
• 33:22
  old lady' s house. I recognized it because it was said to be
• 33:25
  the only black- painted façade house, where in addition, strange symbols made
• 33:30
  of wood and wicker hung which adorned the place. There were many myths around
• 33:37
  the woman, so I wanted to make my own judgment about her person and
• 33:42
  her mental health, so I came to her house and knocked on the door
• 33:45
  to talk to her. After playing several times and no one answering, I
• 33:51
  looked out over one of the windows facing inside the house, I could tell
• 33:54
  that apparently there were no furniture in the place and in what should be the
• 33:59
  living room of the house, there were some sheets and fabrics lying on the
• 34:04
  floor. I was struck by a piece of leather lying on the floor,
• 34:09
  which I could not find a definite form. At one of the ends of
• 34:14
  this strange leather there was what seemed to be a white wig similar to the
• 34:19
  woman' s hair, which was not too strange to me, as it
• 34:23
  was likely that, by her advanced age, the old woman had very little
• 34:28
  hair and I thought she chose to use wigs. I kept looking inside the
• 34:32
  house when a fly stood on my left hand. A couple of seconds after
• 34:38
  driving her away shaking my hand, two more flies arrived and then five,
• 34:44
  then twelve and so on, until the number of flies was counted at tens.
• 34:50
  The strangest thing is that the insects seemed to come from inside the woman
• 34:53
  ' s house, which reminded me of her presence outside Angela' s house
• 34:58
  and mine, for as soon as the old lady appeared, the flies stopped
• 35:02
  and vanished completely. It was by chance that there was the same problem with
• 35:08
  these flying insects in his house. Or what relationship this strange woman had with
• 35:15
  this kind of bugs. It was a strange thing to say, but that
• 35:19
  I was about to find out the flies started to make a flock between them
• 35:25
  like a hive, it was all headed in the same direction. They flew
• 35:30
  into the house and gathered under the cloths that the old woman had left on
• 35:34
  the floor. There were thousands of these little insects, which were getting closer
• 35:39
  together. There were so many who began to move this material that I previously
• 35:45
  thought it was leather. Insects slowly crawled in and filled this sack of skin,
• 35:51
  but I was horrified when I found out that this wasn' t just
• 35:54
  some animal' s leather, a bag or something. This was the skin
• 35:59
  of the old woman, who was lying on the ground, but slowly she
• 36:04
  was filling with hundreds and hundreds of flies, whose buzz was incredibly high.
• 36:09
  After a while, the cluster of flies got on the woman' s skin.
• 36:15
  What I previously thought was a wig was the hair attached to the leather
• 36:19
  of the head lying on the floor. After a few minutes, the flies
• 36:23
  finished taking the form of this old woman. It was that all the time.
• 36:29
  It was just that. It seemed that insects used that skin as a
• 36:34
  container, joining together and forming a body beneath the skin. Those little balls
• 36:39
  that I saw some nights ago in the old lady' s chest, neck,
• 36:45
  arms, and hands were thousands of flies that were sheltered under a seemingly
• 36:50
  human skin. When the body was finished joining, I came out of my
• 36:54
  astonishment, ran towards my car and climbed up to it. I didn'
• 36:58
  t know if that monster had missed my presence there or if I knew who
• 37:02
  the person was watching him from the window of his house. The afternoon was
• 37:07
  falling and I headed towards my house. When I arrived I saw the huge
• 37:12
  tree that gave shade to the house and as the last rays of light of
• 37:15
  the afternoon were filtered between the branches and the leaves, I arrived and told
• 37:21
  her everything that I had seen Angela. She didn' t believe me.
• 37:24
  He told me that I have been very stressed out, that perhaps I saw
• 37:29
  wrong, that strange things had been happening, but that it was impossible for
• 37:35
  insects to do what I had just seen my testimony did not help him how
• 37:39
  greatly exalted I was at the time. I asked my wife to leave the
• 37:43
  place that we would possibly end up like all the previous owners who had bought
• 37:49
  the property she insisted that everything was due to my paranoia and my fear about
• 37:53
  what the house seller told us, about the deaths that occurred in the past,
• 37:58
  about that night where we had been invaded by a lot of flies.
• 38:04
  All that together was what, according to her, had caused me to see
• 38:07
  thousands of insects crawl into a sack of human skin and take the form of
• 38:12
  an old lady. There was no human way to convince her of what she
• 38:17
  had seen and I do not blame her, for I too would have had
• 38:22
  a hard time understanding the nature of these facts without seeing what I had just
• 38:27
  witnessed in the old woman' s house, when, in the midst of
• 38:31
  our discussion, one two and then a lot of flies began to enter through
• 38:37
  every small opening that the house had the expression of Angela' s confusion was
• 38:44
  inexhaustible, accompanying the flies a strange voice apparently coming from many places at once
• 38:50
  began to be heard. I' m not gonna let anyone into this house.
• 38:53
  I won' t let anyone live here and I' m going to
• 38:58
  kill all the lives that it takes. Finish I will do it for as
• 39:00
  long as necessary and as many times as necessary. I prayed the mysterious and
• 39:07
  snoring bos that appeared to come from the air itself while hundreds of flies invaded
• 39:14
  the house, I told Angel to leave the house. Then I ran into
• 39:17
  the basement and opened the key to the gas and propane tanks that we had,
• 39:22
  which found no place in the hardware branches that would be opened later and
• 39:27
  then run out of the house. On my way out, I felt like
• 39:32
  insects cut my skin off, like they bit my flesh and made my blood
• 39:37
  sprout, like even some of the flies were trying to get between my muscles.
• 39:43
  It was a horrible feeling and very difficult to describe. I managed to
• 39:47
  get out of the house and within minutes, the house' s electrical system,
• 39:52
  which was on, blew up the basement. Because of the gas leak
• 39:57
  I caused, the house began to burn and, along with it the flies
• 40:01
  that kept flying inside. There was a tearing cry in the air apparently coming
• 40:07
  from the house. I couldn' t explain to myself how all this happened,
• 40:13
  how it was that I and Angela had this supernatural and cursed encounter with
• 40:16
  who knows what kind of creature. Two weeks later we received a notice about
• 40:22
  the real estate company that had sold us the house, because in the event
• 40:27
  that something happened to the property during the first year of its purchase, it
• 40:30
  had insurance that represented a guarantee on the value of the property. The case
• 40:36
  was still under review. But all Angela and I were interested in was leaving
• 40:40
  that town and going to a place where things could be normal for us.
• 40:47
  Looking for the background of the place, I found information about that house.
• 40:52
  This seems to have been the property of a woman more than two hundred and
• 40:59
  fifty years ago, who refused to hold property for personal reasons. Later,
• 41:02
  the house would be taken from its owner and little more was known of the
• 41:07
  person who originally inhabited the place. Some claimed that it was a witch who,
• 41:13
  after being stripped of her belongings, had decided to turn to occultism to
• 41:19
  claim what had been taken away from her. The people of the village knew
• 41:22
  that the elderly woman living to the east had a relationship with that story and
• 41:28
  it was speculated that she was descended from the original owner of the house.
• 41:31
  Some others said that she was the owner herself and that, for unknown reasons,
• 41:37
  she could live hundreds of years. She was a witch. The whole
• 41:40
  town said so. I was skeptical, but after seeing what happened to the
• 41:45
  flies, which entered under that skin cover, logic does not allow me simply
• 41:50
  not to believe in what I saw although sometimes it came to doubt whether all
• 41:53
  this really happened. The truth is, since the house under the tree burned
• 41:59
  down, no one ever saw that strange old woman again. This story is
• 42:14
  well known in the family, as my grandfather always seemed to be sure of
• 42:17
  what happened to him and for him it was even a pride to tell what
• 42:23
  happened and let all his listeners know that he had an unusual experience. He
• 42:29
  presumes to have had a meeting away from any everyday event to which a normal
• 42:34
  person can become accustomed. However, he claims that that night’ s meeting
• 42:39
  changed his life completely. In more ways than one. My grandfather was a
• 42:45
  farmer. He worked full time in fields where wheat was mainly sown, but
• 42:50
  at specific times of the year, sometimes barley, rice, etc. The
• 42:57
  working days in the countryside were, of course, long and exhausting. The
• 43:00
  afternoon was falling and farmers were still working. Sowings have to be treated in
• 43:07
  very specific ways for crops to be fruitful. The heat of noon and the
• 43:12
  afternoon was exhausting, but it gave good and wide visibility to the workers on
• 43:17
  the land they worked on. However, the night was quieter and prone to
• 43:22
  fatigue the peasant to a lesser extent, but in return the good visibility was
• 43:27
  carried. Artificial illumination never did justice to the light provided by the sun when
• 43:32
  it is at its critical point in the day. That is why most activities
• 43:37
  were carried out in the sunlight, but at night they did not stop making
• 43:40
  different amendments in the countryside. The village was not far away, but various
• 43:50
  transports passed at the beginning and end of each shift to leave the employees at
• 43:54
  a certain point in the village, where then everyone took their way and headed
• 44:00
  towards their home. The village was a quiet place, small where there was
• 44:06
  rarely any novelty within the community. It was no wonder that people knew each
• 44:10
  other, as the number of inhabitants was low. However, recently to the
• 44:15
  time when the event that my grandfather narrates took place, something about one or
• 44:20
  had begun to be commented upon. Perhaps several people wandered through the darkest streets
• 44:25
  and alleyways of the town. People who were late from their jobs used to
• 44:30
  see what seemed to be shadows passing through the corners and the less enlightened places
• 44:36
  of those old, careless streets. My grandfather had never seen anything like it.
• 44:42
  However, I was aware of everything that the local people said about the
• 44:45
  strange mysterious shadows. The rumor became so great that the authorities of the small
• 44:54
  village began to patrol the dark streets after eight o' clock in the evening
• 45:00
  and opted to maintain high surveillance in the most remote places. While nothing serious
• 45:06
  was happening yet, people in the community began to call for surveillance from the
• 45:10
  authorities on the streets so that no assault or any kind of attack would occur
• 45:15
  so that they would start taking matters into their own hands. The furthest parts
• 45:21
  of the town centre were those that had the most for their safety, and
• 45:25
  the inhabitants were beginning to calm down. On one occasion, the police received
• 45:31
  a wake- up call from a house on the edge of the village.
• 45:36
  The one who had made the distress call was a sixty- year- old
• 45:42
  lady who claimed to have seen someone inside her house. The entire house was
• 45:45
  entered and searched by the police. However, they did not find anything or
• 45:50
  anyone, or even indications that a criminal had attempted to enter. When the
• 45:57
  police were leaving, they could see that someone was on the other side of
• 46:00
  the street. They say that person only distinguished himself as a black lump standing
• 46:07
  at one point on the sidewalk. Right across. The police tried to draw
• 46:12
  the mysterious individual' s attention, but he ignored any attempt at communication.
• 46:17
  It was a silhouette that was seen not by having any definite form or by
• 46:22
  perceiving movement in it, but by being a space in the street that was
• 46:27
  able to see darker than the night itself. It did not reflect any light
• 46:32
  or adopt mobility of any kind. The officers pointed their lanterns at the dark
• 46:38
  silhouette, but when they focused the light on it, there was nothing,
• 46:44
  just a small alley between two of the houses of the colony. They were
• 46:47
  surprised, as both officers, plus the lady who had made the report,
• 46:53
  had seen exactly the same thing. It was as if someone' s shadow
• 46:58
  or something simply disappeared into absolute nothingness. My grandfather had bad luck, because
• 47:05
  a small change in the situation he lived and he would not have had to
• 47:09
  be part of the story that for a long time has always told us with
• 47:15
  the same details and the same accuracy as the first time he did. He
• 47:20
  was working in the field because of my grandmother' s health issues. He
• 47:24
  had to go at night, but he was also too tired and unrevealed.
• 47:30
  It was even dangerous to work in the state in which he was in,
• 47:34
  because his reflexes and senses were not in an optimal condition to maneuver a tractor
• 47:39
  or wield sharp objects, such as machetes or scythes, which were often used
• 47:45
  to cut the weeds that come out around and in some parts near the crops.
• 47:52
  My grandfather' s poor man was falling asleep as he cut the nearby
• 47:58
  bushes to the field and put the remains of dead and dry branches into an
• 48:01
  istle sack when, when he struck the machete dry at the root of the
• 48:06
  shoots, he cut off the tip of his left little finger, the blood
• 48:12
  sprang from his extremity very quickly, so his boss told him to go to
• 48:15
  the farm on the other side of the road, which belonged to the family
• 48:20
  of the ejidatarios for those who worked. There you could wash and disinfect the
• 48:25
  wound. He did so, but he ended up losing a piece of finger
• 48:31
  that, although small, the pain slipped to the nerves of the entire arm
• 48:37
  due to the sleepiness and loss of blood. My grandfather says that he left
• 48:40
  the farm and sat on a bench for a while, which was almost hidden
• 48:45
  by a tree, but without realizing it, he fell asleep. When I
• 48:52
  wake up. It was past eleven o' clock at night. The transport
• 48:55
  that collected the workers was gone without him. He had to walk on a
• 49:01
  path of poorly enlightened land, where there was not a soul and where the
• 49:07
  nearest inhabited place was the hacienda, to which he touched with insistence, but
• 49:10
  no one seemed to hear his call. At the end of the rural road
• 49:15
  and on the outskirts of the village. My grandfather says that' s when
• 49:20
  that horrible experience began. He claims to have seen a shadow that he saw
• 49:24
  from the corner of the first house, which he found as he entered the
• 49:29
  village from the west he continued walking and under a street lamppost he saw a
• 49:35
  man sitting on the ground. He was wearing some kind of fancy clothes,
• 49:40
  black. This one, unlike the shadows they claimed to perceive. If it
• 49:45
  was fully visible, you could distinguish the veins marked on the back of your
• 49:51
  hands, the folds on your clothes and the shadow that made the big hat
• 49:55
  that you had on your head. Hey, buddy, this mysterious subject told
• 50:00
  my grandfather, who, from good to good, didn' t think of
• 50:05
  stopping, because it was normal to distrust a person you meet on the street
• 50:08
  late at night. Francis told him seconds after my father' s dad ignored
• 50:15
  his first call my grandfather got scared, because he didn' t know how.
• 50:21
  This person knew his name. He stopped and approached as far as the
• 50:24
  elegant man lay the mysterious man did not reveal his identity. The darkness of
• 50:30
  the night, plus the girth of the hat he wore concealed his identity.
• 50:37
  Who is it, my grandfather asked with uncertainty. You know me very well.
• 50:42
  Francis answered. My grandfather was bewildered by his wounded hand, tired after
• 50:49
  a long journey through the deserted lands and now frightened by the strange presence and
• 50:53
  insistence of this person who seemed to know him. The stranger rose from the
• 51:00
  ground and my grandfather was amazed to see the height of the individual, as
• 51:05
  he was more than two hundred centimeters high. Besides, he was more bountiful
• 51:09
  than he thought it would be when he saw him in plain sight. There,
• 51:13
  sitting on the sidewalk, it was as if his body had changed dimensions.
• 51:17
  Only by lifting up the man' s hands began to lengthen and by
• 51:24
  that time my grandfather was petrified. His body did not respond to the escape
• 51:29
  stimuli sent by his brain. The strange being touched my grandfather' s left
• 51:34
  hand with his long, thin fingers, which had become a greenish grey coloration.
• 51:39
  He took his hand and as he let it go, the finger my
• 51:44
  grandfather had cut off a few hours ago was completely healthy. In fact,
• 51:49
  he did not even realize at what point the bandages that had placed him in
• 51:53
  the farm disappeared to stop the bleeding and prevent any infection. The being r
• 51:59
  s c n r sr. To my grandfather and he uttered some chilling words
• 52:04
  that accompanied the almost miraculous act of healing. My grandfather fell prey to absolute
• 52:08
  fear, just as I healed your wound. I can cure all the problems
• 52:15
  of life that touched you. I have whatever you want rich women food in
• 52:20
  abundance. Whatever. My grandfather only saw him exorbitant as he took small slow,
• 52:28
  short, clumsy steps back, until he fell to the ground sitting and
• 52:31
  ran screaming like a madman without looking back. He ran and ran until he
• 52:37
  was hurt. The legs and lungs filled with air, just as quickly as
• 52:42
  they deflated, and the act of inhaling and exhaling was so fast and automatic
• 52:45
  that he completely forgot that he was doing it and it was happening almost automatically.
• 52:53
  After he stopped almost in the center of the village on a street that
• 52:59
  stood in front of him, he saw this huge man come, but as
• 53:02
  was possible, he could not have advanced it at any time. I was
• 53:07
  sure that I had left him behind several blocks ago, but now he was
• 53:13
  coming ahead of him, as if he had simply manifested himself in the exact
• 53:16
  place where he was going to pass. The huge man dressed in black,
• 53:21
  took his hat and pulled it out of his head. He threw it to
• 53:24
  the ground and exposed a grey, pale head, with very little hair,
• 53:30
  a look with reptile characteristics, eyes that shone with a faint orange light and
• 53:35
  sharp, sharp teeth that protruded from his jaw. That thing couldn' t
• 53:42
  be a human, it was a monster, it was the demon or how
• 53:45
  it knew my name and I wanted it not to be my soul. My
• 53:51
  grandfather wondered in the midst of his anecdote, every time I told it as
• 53:55
  soon as my grandfather stopped to recover r o n o n s a n
• 53:59
  or. He had to flee again, as the entity pursued him with an
• 54:02
  impressive speed. Suddenly he would lose sight of him or perhaps fade into the
• 54:08
  shadows and then listen to his footsteps in the distance and see his figure,
• 54:14
  approaching at great speed to where he was. It reached the historic center of
• 54:19
  the village, where there is a cathedral and a large square. In the
• 54:22
  distance, in the stables were heard horses and oxen gone mad, lynching and
• 54:28
  moaning as if some constant danger did not leave them alone. Being close to
• 54:34
  the cathedral, he could no longer see this strange being But in the distance,
• 54:38
  beyond the light of the streets he could distinguish several silhouettes. There were
• 54:44
  many shadows standing motionless like stalking him as if waiting for him to come out
• 54:50
  of a hiding place to pounce upon him. My grandfather turned to the cathedral
• 54:55
  and saw it carefully. He began to pray in a very fervent and desperate
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  way, asking with all his being the salvation of his soul, and that
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  this creature could not reach him until, from so long waiting and seeing that
• 55:10
  being near the cathedral was a kind of perimeter sure that he fell asleep on
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  the ground like a vagrant. The next morning, his neighbors passing through the
• 55:22
  place managed to recognize him. Then she came home and told everything that happened
• 55:28
  to my grandmother, who was impressed by everything she was hearing. My grandfather
• 55:35
  was determined to go and give a testimony to the police, but that was
• 55:38
  what he was going to tell them He was going to give such an incredible
• 55:45
  statement as the one previously narrated. It was possible that someone within the authorities
• 55:49
  would take his account seriously. He hesitated enough and did nothing in the end.
• 55:54
  The next day he went to the hacienda where he had healed his finger
• 55:59
  wound and showed the place where he was supposed to miss the tip of his
• 56:04
  finger, index which he had cut the night before due to an oversight using
• 56:08
  the machete. The people who had witnessed the accident at work and who had
• 56:14
  been in charge of healing the injury were both impressed and confused, and perhaps
• 56:21
  that was the only evidence before such a crazy testimony as the one that was
• 56:24
  narrated. Over the weeks, more and more people began to report similar sightings,
• 56:30
  not only shadows that roam the dark streets at night, but also a
• 56:36
  man of easy height who wears a big black hat, which makes it impossible
• 56:40
  to see his face. Some describe details as a black suit. Others say
• 56:52
  they try to remember details, but at those moments there is a severe headache
• 56:57
  that prevents us from remembering more of the encounter. However, no one else
• 57:01
  claimed to have had such close contact with this strange and mysterious being that the
• 57:07
  locals began to call him the man in the black hat today. The origin
• 57:15
  of this person, if it can be considered as such, is completely unknown.
• 57:21
  The legend has spread beyond the village and some people who investigate the subject
• 57:25
  have stated that this is a very unique example of collective hallucinations, which always
• 57:30
  offends my grandfather a lot, because he remains completely certain that he had direct
• 57:37
  contact with this being who was trying to make some sort of deal with him,
• 57:42
  I was sure that I would give him anything in exchange for his soul
• 57:46
  or, at least that is what he keeps thinking until today, because he
• 57:50
  does not forget the words that came out of the mouth of this being.
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  Just as I cured your wound, I can cure all the problems of life
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  that touched you. I have whatever you want rich women food in abundance.
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  Whatever my grandfather is, he always utters the same words. It is never
• 58:10
  a paraphrased sentence or something that can be confused in focus. This is what
• 58:15
  mainly makes me believe in your story, security and attention to details that are
• 58:21
  always very specific and accurate when it comes to narration. My grandfather also claims
• 58:28
  that his encounter with this being did not end there, for later he began
• 58:32
  to dream of him, with his snoring and deep voice, which told him
• 58:36
  that he could get everything he wanted, everything he could demand in this life
• 58:39
  and that he simply had to go out on the street already after midnight,
• 58:45
  because he would be there waiting for him to close the deal that he had
• 58:51
  previously raised. The nightmares were too real. Sometimes it felt like it wasn
• 58:55
  ' t just a dream. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the
• 59:00
  night with cold hands, with that voice, ringing in his head, inviting
• 59:04
  him to accept the invitation that was being made to him. My grandfather says
• 59:09
  there was something extremely strange at the time. He says he felt the urge
• 59:15
  to run out into the street. He didn' t want to, but
• 59:19
  it was almost as if his body asked him to do it in a strange
• 59:22
  and inexplicable way. However, his answer was always to restrain himself from leaving
• 59:28
  his home and to force himself to try to sleep, because he did not
• 59:32
  know that he could keep him in the dark streets of the morning. On
• 59:36
  one occasion, my grandfather said that he woke up at 12 a m and
• 59:40
  saw someone sitting at the foot of his bed. She tried to wake up
• 59:45
  my grandmother, who was right away from him, turning her back with a
• 59:50
  blanket covering her body, but she didn' t react. My grandfather whispered
• 59:53
  his name and the messiah with his hand, but my grandmother was an inert
• 59:58
  lump Francis began to see despair, as his eyes adapted to the darkness.
• 1:00:04
  The shadow became clearer. He was the same man he found on the street.
• 1:00:07
  He was the one who healed the wound on his finger and inexplicably left
• 1:00:13
  it as before he lost a small piece of it. The figure rose up
• 1:00:17
  and began to walk toward him, almost standing on top of him. Then
• 1:00:22
  he brought one of his huge claws to his face and when he touched it,
• 1:00:27
  he began to become a stone. I couldn' t move. It
• 1:00:30
  was horrible, but he would wake up to realize that it was a nightmare,
• 1:00:36
  the nightmare that reflected something that left a great trauma in him forever,
• 1:00:39
  as he never fully clarified that it was what he had seen on the street.
• 1:00:44
  Who was the man in the black hat was an absolute mystery. However,
• 1:00:49
  he faithfully believes that this is an entity that is not of this world,
• 1:00:52
  of a demon precisely who was looking for someone to make an exchange of
• 1:00:58
  whatever he would like for something that people cannot see or feel for their soul
• 1:01:02
  to keep their essence for the rest of eternity. My grandfather still says that
• 1:01:10
  the fear he felt that night was the strangest and most real thing that he
• 1:01:15
  could feel that the presence of that entity was something unique that he has never
• 1:01:19
  perceived again. He did not see it again and nightmares were decreasing in frequency
• 1:01:24
  over the years. Today, this is something that only lives in your memories
• 1:01:30
  and we can know it thanks to the good quality of your memory. There
• 1:01:35
  was no second appearance for him of this entity. Perhaps it is an opportunity
• 1:01:39
  that presents itself unique in life or in this plane of existence, the strange
• 1:01:45
  opportunity to exchange your soul for whatever you desire in this life. But it
• 1:01:50
  ' s worth it. I don' t think so, and I'
• 1:01:53
  ve never talked to people who think exchange is fair, because a few years
• 1:01:58
  of whatever you ask for in this life will never be comparable to an eternity
• 1:02:02
  in an unknown place, but where suffering and condemnation are guaranteed in hell.
• 1:02:09
  Still, I have no doubt that there are people who have accepted the deal
• 1:02:14
  with the mysterious entity, who have decided to give their soul in return,
• 1:02:19
  thinking about how far away the day of their death is and who will have
• 1:02:22
  in life whatever Anhelan so much, without thinking exactly about the consequences that such
• 1:02:27
  a covenant brings with it. Of course, there will be people who think
• 1:02:32
  that all this is simply a story, a story to entertain, There will
• 1:02:37
  be those who think that the devil does not exist and who do not stalk
• 1:02:43
  us through the dark streets in search of our souls, waiting for a moment
• 1:02:47
  of vulnerability for us to accept their treatment to put in their pocket one more
• 1:02:52
  soul and take it into their kingdom within a few decades. If you think
• 1:02:55
  this whole story is a lie or just a story, or you better keep
• 1:03:00
  thinking. So, I' m sure no one is prepared to meet the
• 1:03:06
  man in the black hat on a dark, desolate night. It' s
• 1:03:19
  been four years since I worked as a babysitter and one of the last places
• 1:03:24
  I was was the one I remember the most so far. This happened some
• 1:03:29
  time ago, but that doesn' t mean my memories of then are diffused
• 1:03:34
  or scrambled. In fact, I remember everything quite accurately. Sometimes I even
• 1:03:38
  think this is worse. What would be better just to forget what happened in
• 1:03:44
  that house, but how to do it. There' s no guide to
• 1:03:47
  how to forget something. On the contrary, the more turns the matter is
• 1:03:52
  given, the more it will permeate the memory. I don' t understand
• 1:03:55
  how. There are important events in my life that have happened and now I
• 1:04:00
  remember them as a simple dream, as static and wobbly images within my mind.
• 1:04:05
  But this event, no, it continues to look within my memories as
• 1:04:11
  something that happened yesterday or a few days ago and if I can' t
• 1:04:15
  forget, at least I' ll leave it in this account if it happens
• 1:04:19
  to someone the same or something similar, which I don' t wish anyone.
• 1:04:25
  Babysitting work is very tired for some moments, during others it is quiet.
• 1:04:30
  It becomes stressful, but also comforting. It all depends on two things,
• 1:04:35
  the attitude of the person you' re caring for and yours. There
• 1:04:40
  are times when you just can' t understand the hyperactive and almost animal way
• 1:04:45
  to behave like an infant. Other times it is impressive to see the maturity
• 1:04:49
  and stillness that exists in small children of a few years of age, to
• 1:04:55
  know what attitude the infant will always have a Russian roulette is a factor that
• 1:05:00
  changes in each home case and is the least predictable of this work. I
• 1:05:03
  got to the home address I got when I got in touch on the phone.
• 1:05:08
  It was an impressively large house, well arranged with facade, illuminated and
• 1:05:14
  almost exaggerated decoration. It was almost a mansion, but I didn' t
• 1:05:17
  get to that point. However, it was definitely the prettiest house I would
• 1:05:21
  have worked in looking after children. The house had a peculiar Mediterranean and rural
• 1:05:29
  style, but without becoming somewhat rustic, as it was elegant. It had
• 1:05:33
  candlesticks hanging from the wooded cornices on the roof. There were columns that matched
• 1:05:39
  the different combinations of warm tones that the home possessed. The long and wide
• 1:05:45
  door of a dense and dark mahogany was visible through its windows. Of effect,
• 1:05:49
  tarnished the lighting of the interior of the place. I climbed up some
• 1:05:54
  steps that constituted a path to the entrance and knocked at the door and attended
• 1:05:59
  me with a speed that the wave so worrying. The lady and Mr Toledo
• 1:06:03
  wore elegant dress and suit consecutively and looked like they were in a hurry to
• 1:06:10
  leave the house and go wherever they went. That night I had some basic
• 1:06:15
  explanations about what to do in the course of the night. It was strange
• 1:06:19
  because from good to good, I got the impression that more than a nanny,
• 1:06:24
  they wanted someone to stay and watch over any indweller, thief or person
• 1:06:28
  with bad intentions. Strange thing, because they had some pretty functional security systems.
• 1:06:36
  Before she left, I was told that Violeta, who was her daughter,
• 1:06:42
  was upstairs in her room and was sleeping that it would be an easy
• 1:06:45
  and quiet night, because it was unlikely that she would rise up to give
• 1:06:50
  me war. I laughed and told him in a joke tone that I hoped
• 1:06:54
  it would be so. Husband and wife left and with them the last rays
• 1:06:59
  of the sun of that evening, which said goodbye to me at the feet
• 1:07:02
  of the steps of the entrance. Then I re- entered the Great House
• 1:07:08
  and started my workday. The night was going on in a normal way.
• 1:07:14
  I checked that all the doors outside were locked, just as I was told
• 1:07:18
  they should be. The room was huge mounted on the wall a television as
• 1:07:27
  big as a tablecloth, but as fine as a cloth napkin lay in front
• 1:07:30
  of me. I turned it on just to make a noise while I started
• 1:07:35
  doing other things. After a few hours I fell asleep without realizing it and
• 1:07:41
  the television was still with the background sound, which was the only one heard
• 1:07:45
  throughout the house. At midnight I was woken by a roar. I didn
• 1:07:50
  ' t know if this one came from TV or from somewhere in the house.
• 1:07:55
  That was the thing that puzzled me the most, however, since it
• 1:07:59
  got it carefully. It was very difficult for the sound that got me out
• 1:08:03
  of my dream out of TV, as it kept it with a low volume.
• 1:08:08
  However, the noise that struck me was loud as if a heavy,
• 1:08:13
  rough piece of furniture had fallen to the ground. I got up, turned
• 1:08:18
  off TB and went upstairs to find out it was that stranger. Sound came
• 1:08:25
  to realize that I hadn' t even made sure the child was asleep in
• 1:08:29
  her room. So, at the end of the day, that was my
• 1:08:33
  job. Mainly I went up the stairs and went to the right of the
• 1:08:40
  hall on the upper floor. Very carefully. I opened the door to Violeta
• 1:08:44
  ' s room. I looked a little over my head until my vision found
• 1:08:49
  the little girl' s bed. Then I saw her there tucked in her
• 1:08:54
  bed. It was a small lump in the middle of the room. Everything
• 1:08:58
  was still and without any alteration pair. The room in complete darkness what allowed
• 1:09:02
  me to see the infant was the light of the corridor from which I came,
• 1:09:06
  for from within there was not even a small flash of light coming in
• 1:09:11
  from a window or emanating a lamp at night. However, my visit was
• 1:09:16
  very brief, as I did not wish to wake the child up and with
• 1:09:21
  the same care with which I opened the door to look out, I closed
• 1:09:26
  it again, taking care not to make noise or with the knob that cold
• 1:09:30
  and shiny looked my reflection under my fingers. Everything was in order in the
• 1:09:35
  violet room, or at least that seemed to the naked eye. However,
• 1:09:41
  I still did not discover where the sound that had made me wake up had
• 1:09:45
  come from. I searched the upstairs rooms and found nothing that was in apparent
• 1:09:48
  disorder. However, there was a door that remained locked, which I was
• 1:09:57
  specifically told did not try to open, besides that I could not, because
• 1:10:01
  my employers had taken away the key, a small and long butterfly- shaped
• 1:10:05
  key and a polished and polished metal similar to silver. I saw the door,
• 1:10:13
  took the knob and tried to turn it just to confirm that yes,
• 1:10:17
  indeed, it was closed. I don' t know what I meant by
• 1:10:21
  trying to get into a place that I was specifically told not to go and
• 1:10:27
  when I found out doing it, I felt a little silly. But if
• 1:10:30
  someone caught me trying to turn the door, which shouldn' t happen,
• 1:10:34
  because there was no one else there, apart from me and the couple'
• 1:10:38
  s daughter, who was sleeping some rooms away, I could put on a
• 1:10:44
  pretext that I was looking for the origin of the sound of something that seemed
• 1:10:49
  to have fallen and that I was only confirming that everything was kept in their
• 1:10:54
  respective order. I kept seeing more and more things. In the upstairs rooms
• 1:10:59
  with a mini library, which had some rather strange books in an unknown language,
• 1:11:03
  which I decided better not to keep playing. However, when I put
• 1:11:11
  one of these books in place, a loose leaf fell from it, which
• 1:11:15
  I picked from the ground. Seeing what it contained, I didn' t
• 1:11:19
  know if I was more scared or worried. It was the drawing of something
• 1:11:25
  like a demon, something with horns and a long snout from which small picute
• 1:11:30
  teeth appeared. There was an inscription around the drawing, letters that I did
• 1:11:35
  not know how to identify in which languages they were written, but which certainly
• 1:11:41
  were the same as those of the books I had previously reviewed. After this,
• 1:11:45
  I heard again a sound like wood, being detached, but this time
• 1:11:49
  it was not a blow, but a scratch that came from somewhere on the
• 1:11:54
  second floor. I walked slowly following the strange r humor trail, which led
• 1:12:00
  me to Violeta' s room. The door was locked and I didn'
• 1:12:05
  t know if opening it was the right thing to do or else, I
• 1:12:11
  should leave it closed and go somewhere else in the house. Ignoring the sound.
• 1:12:14
  I was just about to take the knob off Violeta' s bedroom door.
• 1:12:18
  When added to the previous rumor, a slight but snore began to be
• 1:12:23
  heard. Whispering seemed like a sick old man was inside the girl' s
• 1:12:28
  room. I didn' t know if that sound was the product of my
• 1:12:32
  imagination or if, in fact, someone had somehow gotten into the little girl
• 1:12:36
  ' s room. It shouldn' t be possible. No one but her
• 1:12:41
  should be in there. However, my ears told me otherwise. There was
• 1:12:46
  someone there with her saying something, talking in a short, low and rough
• 1:12:51
  way, like taking care that no one is listening to something they shouldn'
• 1:12:56
  t. I, for example, took a few steps back, as the
• 1:13:00
  idea of discovering an intruder trying to do something to Violeta terrified me of horrible
• 1:13:05
  images came into my mind any kind of fatal scenario assaulted me and made me
• 1:13:12
  think the worst of this in a matter of seconds, only to perceive those
• 1:13:16
  strange and rough murmurs that came from the other side of the door. What
• 1:13:20
  kind of person or thing made those sounds. There really was something or someone
• 1:13:27
  there stalking the child as my head was believing it was possible that it was
• 1:13:33
  all just about my superstition. Hearing the noise that woke me up a long
• 1:13:39
  time ago, fed by the fear and confusion that I began to feel when
• 1:13:44
  I saw that strange image falling from the Book of Alphabet indecipherable. For me
• 1:13:48
  there was only one way to answer such questions and that was to open the
• 1:13:54
  door and discover that or who was there, besides the girl clearly thought that
• 1:13:59
  she would not have the courage to do so until a third sound joined this
• 1:14:01
  disturbing harmony of disconcerting sounds. The sound of someone stirring raw meat with their
• 1:14:11
  hands, that strange and viscous sound of an animal eating its prey in the
• 1:14:15
  middle of nature. It was the tiny little drop that filled a glass full
• 1:14:21
  of fear and superstition. Then I took the knob and turned it hard,
• 1:14:26
  without the fear that whatever was lurking on the other side would listen to me.
• 1:14:30
  My eyes did not get used to the darkness, but the light coming
• 1:14:34
  from the side of the corridor where I stood helped me to make everything visible,
• 1:14:39
  at least in an immediate range there was nothing. All those sounds disappeared
• 1:14:45
  at once. When I entered the room, I found only the same lump
• 1:14:49
  of the little girl who slept tucked in from foot to neck, with her
• 1:14:55
  blacks and long hair between her face, which did not allow her face to
• 1:14:59
  be seen. I was convinced that everything was a product of my paranoia,
• 1:15:03
  of the superstition that had begun to grow little by little since I heard or
• 1:15:09
  at least thought I had heard a strong, dry blow that had awakened me,
• 1:15:14
  or at least this was what I believed. Actually, none of that
• 1:15:17
  may have been real and that sound was just the point and end of a
• 1:15:24
  strange dream I was having before I woke up. Maybe one of those nightmares
• 1:15:30
  that mixed up with reality and that when you wake up makes you think you
• 1:15:33
  saw or heard something that wasn' t really there. I walked out of
• 1:15:40
  Violeta' s room and locked the door behind me. I was thankful that
• 1:15:43
  I had not woken up the little one, because to importunate her in that
• 1:15:47
  way would not have been pleasant, even for an adult. I went back
• 1:15:53
  to the room and turned on the TV again. The dream I had went
• 1:15:57
  away completely and I was fine with one of those channels that only broadcast commercials
• 1:16:02
  after midnight. I didn' t really pay attention to him. Just the
• 1:16:08
  sound that the electronic device made made me feel accompanied. I started to calm
• 1:16:15
  my nerves and the situation started to be even funny, because after a couple
• 1:16:19
  of hours, the strange sounds were no longer heard and everything was normal again.
• 1:16:27
  My curiosity told me that I wanted to continue to see those strange books
• 1:16:30
  that the marriage kept and see that something strange I found in that room full
• 1:16:35
  of papers, books and metal statues. But my more rational side told me
• 1:16:41
  that that could get me into trouble that maybe there were cameras that were placed
• 1:16:46
  in certain places of the house, without telling me to watch the person who
• 1:16:50
  watches over his home and his daughter, because not anyone has the confidence to
• 1:16:56
  give this intimate space to a totally strange person as I was to them.
• 1:17:01
  Anyway, I decided not to dig any more places where I shouldn' t
• 1:17:06
  be and I stayed in the ground floor room spent a few more minutes and
• 1:17:13
  the sound I thought I had heard when I woke up was again present,
• 1:17:17
  but this time it was much more intense. It was as if they had
• 1:17:21
  dug a wooden wall with a shotgun, which made me jump and run to
• 1:17:26
  see what had been heard. The sound came from Violeta' s room and
• 1:17:31
  as I ran up the stairs, I was thinking about how I could have
• 1:17:38
  attributed such clear sounds to just my imagination, as it was clear there was
• 1:17:43
  something there. The worst of the scenarios came to my mind some intruder who
• 1:17:47
  had gone into stealing or, some madman who came in armed and shooting in
• 1:17:51
  seconds. I was thinking about how I was going to explain to the couple
• 1:17:57
  what had happened and worst of all, two didn' t know in what
• 1:18:00
  state I would find their daughter. I arrived and opened the door suddenly I
• 1:18:06
  looked for the light switch and when I found it, I turned it on
• 1:18:11
  this time without any precaution to importunate the girl who used to sleep. But
• 1:18:15
  after the focus of the fourth, my affliction took a turn of one hundred
• 1:18:18
  and eighty degrees and became an absolute terror. The girl clung to the window
• 1:18:25
  of the room with her hands and feet, gritting like claws. The frame
• 1:18:30
  of that window was previously upholstered with wooden planks placed there with nails. The
• 1:18:35
  place was a complete disaster, which I ignored twice before when I looked up
• 1:18:41
  to because of the darkness. But this time with the light on I saw
• 1:18:45
  the contrast between this room and the rest of the house. The place where
• 1:18:49
  the child slept looked like a dungeon. But that wasn' t the worst
• 1:18:54
  thing. The worst was herself. Violet. He turned his head like an
• 1:18:59
  owl to see me, as the window facing her made me turn away.
• 1:19:04
  His skin was pale, his facial features were those of a monster. His
• 1:19:09
  long limbs had broken the planks of the window. That was the sound that
• 1:19:14
  was heard before, that of her scratching the wood to open a hole where
• 1:19:18
  to flee in the ground there was leather strap that were broken and covered with
• 1:19:24
  dry blood and already rusted. His eyes were those of a bright, deep,
• 1:19:31
  totally black animal. The light in the room gave them an intense glare
• 1:19:35
  that only the eyes of animals have that thing. He turned to see me
• 1:19:42
  before coming out through the hole he made in the wall I will never forget
• 1:19:45
  his face, his tangled, black hair he covered, his neck and ears,
• 1:19:49
  his long tongue, with a split in the tip like that of snakes,
• 1:19:55
  his claws. Everything in it was inhuman and absolutely demonic. She came
• 1:20:00
  out the window roaring in a horrible way and I lost her sight. I
• 1:20:04
  didn' t know what to do. I was shocked. I stood there
• 1:20:09
  for a few seconds and then ran to the door frame to see if I
• 1:20:13
  could visualize it in the distance and, indeed, I could do it.
• 1:20:17
  I noticed how he ran on his four limbs and got lost among the trees
• 1:20:21
  on the side of the property of the marriage. Then I didn' t
• 1:20:27
  know anything else about her. I didn' t know what to do,
• 1:20:31
  but it was obvious that I had to take some action in the middle of
• 1:20:35
  that strange and horrifying situation. I took the landline from the house and thought
• 1:20:40
  about calling the police, but then I retracted because I didn' t know
• 1:20:44
  what testimony I would give. If I was telling the truth, I was
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  sure I' d be put in a mental hospital. On the other hand,
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  I didn' t know if it was wiser to get into a problem
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  with the Toledo marriage, because they were people with a lot of money and
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  could easily get legal action taken against me. I didn' t have the
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  resources to defend myself that way. At the end of the day, I
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  decided to call the police to simply report a theft on the property anonymously.
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  Then I ran out of the place in the middle of the morning. I
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  ran for several minutes and then walked for miles to get to the city.
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  At the same time I opened my cell phone and removed the chip I threw
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  it in the middle of the road and the next morning I bought another one,
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  because that phone number was the only way my employers could contact me.
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  Fortunately, I wasn' t asked for personal documentation. It was a very
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  informal contract, so I was hoping never to see them again. After this,
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  four days passed. Then I began to see everywhere in the news,
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  in newspapers and the Internet they were carrying out a trial against that of the
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  Toledos, because the police had come to their home and had found a room
• 1:22:03
  where apparently they had been depriving someone of their freedom, showing evidence of possible
• 1:22:10
  torture towards this person. What shocked me the most was knowing that this marriage
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  had no daughter, there was no violet toledo and everything related to the person
• 1:22:21
  they held captive was a mystery. Body fluids found in the room where someone
• 1:22:29
  was held were analyzed, but the authorities did not give any clue as to
• 1:22:34
  the identity of that person. Maybe I was the only one who knew that
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  there was not a person in that room as such, but some kind of
• 1:22:45
  monster, something that I have no idea where it would have come from or
• 1:22:48
  how it would have gotten there living with that strange couple. In addition to
• 1:22:55
  this, I thought of those strange books I found in the uninhabited marriage room.
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  Sometimes I came to think that they had come to invoke a being who
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  is not of this world, something they could not deal with and that,
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  for obvious reasons, they should keep hidden. It was strange to think that
• 1:23:14
  all night he had been a few meters away from a being of such strange
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  and dubious origin and such a sickly demonic appearance. There were times when I
• 1:23:23
  saw that monster pretending to sleep from the hallway. I did not light the
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  light, according to me, so as not to importunate a child who lay
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  peacefully asleep in her room, when the reality was that a strange and horrible
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  one pretended to be asleep to escape from this place. I also thought of
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  the room that was always locked. Who knows what they' ve found in
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  there, because the police didn' t report anything about it. My head
• 1:23:51
  makes me think about it a lot, lately, after four years of this
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  happening. It also makes me think to repeat that it must have been Violeta
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  Toledo. That strange being who escaped through a window of the place where he
• 1:24:06
  was deprived of his freedom. I can' t help but imagine her running
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  around in the woods, stalking from the darkest place in the vicinity of the
• 1:24:15
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