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La Presencia De Un Demonio Aterroriza La Granja Donde Vivo ( 2 Historias De Seres Demoníacos ) · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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We just started. My name is John and since I was very young,
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I am aware that in this universe there are evil forces, which can
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torment and root even an unwary child. It all started in my childhood,
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when I was in the third grade of elementary school. The school had organized
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an exciting excursion to a theme park, which was very popular with children at
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that time. This one was in the city, which is why we had
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not had the opportunity to go. For me and my colleagues it was a
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day eagerly awaited, so for days it was the only thing we talked about.
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The day of the excursion. Finally it filled r and we headed to
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the theme park with a great emotion. Upon arrival, everything seemed perfect.
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The weather was pleasant, the games were fully functioning and the atmosphere was full
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of laughter and childish joy. We spent the morning enjoying the attractions and participating
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in exciting activities that the park offered in the afternoon. After lunch, our
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caregivers allowed us to explore the playground, which included a huge tunnel structure,
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slides and a ball pool. My friends and I dived into the fun,
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running and laughing as we ventured through the tunnels. However, at one point
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I found myself separated from the group as I sought the way back to my
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friends without much success. I heard the teachers calling all the children to leave
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I remember getting a little disappointed, as I wanted to keep playing, but
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I knew I should obey. After all, I didn' t want to
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be left there. I hurried to find the exit, but each tunnel seemed
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to take me further away from where I needed to be. After several failed
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attempts, as I slid through a yellow tunnel, which I was sure would
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take me to the exit, I found myself in a small room of the
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game where the ball pool lay deserted and silent. Confused and a little scared,
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I turned around to get out, but no matter why tunneling or stairwelling
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I always ended up back in that very room full of balls, I tried
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to get out back, but back I went back to that place. Despair
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and fear were beginning to form in me. I didn' t understand what
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was going on and I could only think that I would stay there forever.
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Suddenly, a sound caused him to look up. That' s when I
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saw something that made my heart stop on the other side of the room standing.
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Among the colored balls was a grown man dressed as a clown. His
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costume was very colorful, full of polka dots with rainbow colors. His smile
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was disturbing with his eyes fixed on me as if he was expecting something.
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I felt paralyzed by fear when I slowly raised my hand in a macabre greeting.
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Before he could react, he let go of a chilling laugh and plunged
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into the balls. Disconcerted, I watched the balls begin to move as if
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they charted a path towards me. Panic gripped me as I ran into the
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nearest tunnel, crawling desperately in the dark, as the clown' s laughter
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resounded in my ears. Every time I thought of finding my way out,
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I found myself trapped in the endless maze of tunnels and corridors. Finally exhausted
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and trembling with fear, I slipped through one of the slides and finally emerged
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at the start of the game, being rando by my masters visibly annoyed by
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my lateness. I tried to explain what had happened to me, but I
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was ignored. With indifference. To them he was just a naughty boy who
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had decided to hide and play a joke back home. My parents scolded me
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for my behavior and punished me without going out all weekend. The next day
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I woke up early as usual. One Saturday, my parents were still asleep.
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At the weekend break I headed to the TV to enjoy my favorite cartoons
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while eating my favorite cereal. However, the morning normality was disturbed when in
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one of the segments of the children' s program, a clown appeared on
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the scene. That was not particularly strange in that program. He started giving
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balloons and making jokes with the program' s drivers. His jokes and his
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laughter filled your room, sending chills on my back. I tried to ignore
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the sense of restlessness that took over me, but every laugh of the clown
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resonated in my mind. As a reminder of the terrifying experience of the day
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before, I decided to pay for the TV waiting for a few minutes of
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silence to help me calm my nerves. However, in the midst of the
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sepulchral silence I began to hear whispers. At first I thought it was my
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mother or my father, who had woken up and come down without me noticing,
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but by calling them I did not get an answer. A chill swept
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through my body when I saw the kitchen door ajar and suddenly, the clown
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emerged with his sinister smile a cry of panic. He escaped from my lips
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as my parents ran down to help me, but when they arrived the Clown
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had vanished into the air. I tried to explain what had happened, but
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my parents seemed unable to believe me. My parents tried to reassure me,
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assuring me that everything was the product of my imagination, but I knew the
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truth. That Clown couldn' t be an invention of my mind. It
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was real and his presence had followed me from that park the feeling of being
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watched became something constant throughout the day. On several occasions he thought he saw
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the Clown by the corner of his eye, but when he turned, there
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was no trace of his presence. It was as if that Clown were playing
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with me, as if trying to make me doubt my own sanity, making
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me doubt what was real and what was not. That night I managed to
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convince my parents to allow me to sleep with them, as only the idea
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of facing the clown once again filled me with dread and the assurance of being
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with my parents seemed to be the only comfort I could find in the middle
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of that tone torme. The next day I sat in front of the TV
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trying to stay calm, while the certainty that my mother was in the kitchen
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gave me some relief. Suddenly, however, my mother left the kitchen reporting
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that she would go with the neighbor. One moment I begged to go with
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her, but I only received a negative, remembering that I was punished and
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could not go to play with the neighbor. Having said that, my mother
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left me alone immediately raising the TV volume trying to make the sound make me
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forget everything for a moment. That idea seemed to work. Suddenly I heard
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my mother' s voice calling me from the kitchen. That' s what
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missed me. I knew she wasn' t home, since I hadn'
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t seen her come back. My mother kept calling me, so believing that
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I might not have heard her return by the loud volume, I decided to
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attend to the call. I got up and walked towards the thing, convinced
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that the TV' s volume had prevented me from hearing my mother' s
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return. But as I entered the kitchen, I came across a scene that
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smelled the blood in my veins. Standing in front of me with his sinister
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smile and penetrating eyes. The clown was a scream of terror. He escaped
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from my lips as he receded unable to turn his gaze away from that terrifying
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being. At that moment, my mother entered the house and ran into the
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kitchen to see what was happening to me. However, when he arrived,
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the clown had vanished. I tried to explain what had happened, but my
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words seemed empty and meaningless. My mother had a long talk with me that
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day about how it was not good to invent those things and that when I
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really needed help no one would take me seriously that night while trying to fall
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asleep. After the terrifying, I meet the clown in the kitchen with a
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new chilling experience. I was about to take off in front of my eyes.
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I closed my eyelids hard, trying to block disturbing thoughts that flooded my
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mind, but I had just begun to dive into the dream world. When
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I began to feel an oppressive presence around me, as if something was lurking
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in the shadows of my room. Whispers filled the air, shaking me with
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fear under the blankets. I tried to ignore them, convincing myself that they
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were only the product of my imagination altered by fear. But then something cold
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and damp brushed my skin sending chills down my back. I opened my eyes
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cautiously, hoping to find the room submerged in quiet darkness, but what I
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saw in front of me left me breathless with a pair of bright eyes.
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They watched me from the foot of my bed. His eyes emitted a pale,
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creepy light that iced my blood. A cry of terra r got stuck
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in my throat. When the figure approached my bed, extending a hand towards
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me, I felt the cold frost of her fingers, brushing my skin,
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sending an overwhelming panic through my body. I instinctively snuck under the sheets,
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trying to get away from that evil presence, which seemed to be trying to
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cause as much fear as possible, but no matter how hard I tried to
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avoid that shadow. I could see through the sheets how it stood in front
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of me. Finally, with my heart, I tend with strength in my
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chest, I gathered the courage to scream. For help, my parents ran
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to my room, but when they lit the light, the dark figure disappeared
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again. My parents tried to comfort me once again by ensuring that everything was
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fine and that it had only been a nightmare. But in the depths of
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my being I knew that experience had been real. Even when my parents did
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not leave me, I could still feel that feeling of being stalked from the
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darkest corner of my room. The next day I decided to share what happened
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with my friends, hoping to find some comfort in their support. However,
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instead of understanding, what I received was disbelief. My friends looked at me
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with skepticism, accusing me of trying to scare them with an invented story.
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The sense of frustration took hold of me as I tried to convince them of
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the truthfulness of my words but their mocking looks and ironic laughter only increased my
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sense of isolation and despair. I felt alone against the terror that haunted me,
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facing him without the support or understanding of those around me during recess.
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As I took refuge in the bathroom, trying to escape the accusatory gazes of
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my companions, to hear the sound of the bell announcing the end of the
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recess, so hastily, I headed towards the door of the cubicle eager to
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go out to attend classes. But when I tried to open the door,
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something unexpected happened, because when I opened it a little bit, it was
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pushed back, pushing me even. I tried to open it again, but
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the door refused to yield to my efforts. Like she' s being pushed
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from the other side. I tried again, but this time the door seemed
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to be stuck, like something or someone was blocking my way out. A
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chill ran through my back when I heard the devilish laughter of the Clown,
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resounding in the small bathroom space, the sound was creepy and full of malice.
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I tried to contain the panic that threatened to consume myself, struggling to
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stay calm while searching for a way out, but every attempt to open the
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door was in vain and the laughter of the Clown intensified with mol every second
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that passed, as if he was mocking my impotence from the other side.
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Finally, with my heart beating hard in my chest, I gathered all my
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courage and struggled with the door once again. This time it came before my
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efforts, allowing me to get out of the cubicle and escape the bathroom with
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a throbbing heart and short breath. The days went by without improvement. The
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sightings were random, so I didn' t feel safe at any time I
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was in class struggling to keep the focus, while the burden of everything that
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had happened weighed on my chest. Since everything had started, the dream had
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become a luxury that was denied me and the constant feeling of being watched and
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pursued by the clown was overwhelming. As I tried to pay attention to the
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lesson, I noticed something moving with the corner of my eye. At first
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I thought it was his only imagination. Playing a bad game but when I
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turned my head to look out of the living room, I saw him the
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clown standing outside smiling and waving with a macabre gesture. I tried to get
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the attention of one of my friends to see it too. But when I
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finally got him to look out the window, the clown was no longer there.
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Again, I was left alone with my terror wondering if what I had
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just witnessed was real or just another illusion created by my mind. That same
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afternoon, while I was immersed in a hot bath, in a desperate attempt
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to relax, the fatigue accumulated by everything lived began to pass bill. My
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eyelids became heavy and the comforting heat of the water enveloped me in some sort
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of sleep. Without realizing it, I got carried away by tiredness and fell
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asleep in Latin, but my brief breath was interrupted by a sudden startle.
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When I opened my eyes and met the clown standing next to the tub,
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his cold look and his sinister smile sent me chills in the back. Before
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I could react, the clown grabbed me in the face and plunged me into
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the water. His strength was inhuman and he buried his nails in my head.
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I was desperately struggling to get out to breathe. The sound of my
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heart rumbled in my ears and the despair of my body to receive oxygen is
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something that I would not wish to feel to anyone, not even to my
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worst enemy. The clown' s demonic laughter resonated in the water, filling
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my mind with his malice and just when I felt I was about to faint,
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my mother' s voice rang from the other side of the door,
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accompanied by slight blows in it. I wondered if everything was all right,
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as I had heard the water splash too much. At that moment, the
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clown vanished. So I let go of his grip and came out panting out
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of latina. The water dripped through my trembling body as I tried to recover
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the air and with an effort to sound as normal as possible my mother lied
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when she asked me if I was okay, knowing I would never believe the
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truth if I told her. The next day, while enjoying a brief break
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playing with my friends, we found ourselves playing races on our bikes. Those
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moments of fun were a respite to my soul, an opportunity to leave behind
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for an instant the fear and paranoia that haunted me constantly. At one point,
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while we were all heading back to our homes and only my friend and
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I were on the way, I spotted the Clown across the street. He
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seemed to be there waiting patiently, as if he knew that eventually I would
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be left alone. The Clown' s vision paralysed me for an instant preventing
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me from slowing down when my friend did, resulting in a wrong deal.
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The car that was passing by at the time did not have time to react
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and hit me hard sending me to the ground after throwing me several meters.
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Everything turned black around me and I didn' t wake up until I found
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myself in the hospital, surrounded by the bright lights and the sounds of the
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machines, I learned that I had been in a coma for three days.
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My heart had even stopped for an instant because of the impact. The doctors
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told me it had been a miracle that I was still alive, that my
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body had resisted such brutal trauma and it was thanks to the rapid intervention of
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the paramedics who had brought me back to life. The next few months were
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a challenge. As he struggled to regain the mobility and strength he had lost
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in the accident. Rehabilitation was long and painful, but every step I took
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brought me a little closer to normal. But the most important thing since that
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day I was hit by the car. I never saw the Clown again.
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I don' t know why she suddenly disappeared from my life, but I
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' m grateful for it. Perhaps it was an entity that wanted to destroy
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me and when it was run over, it fulfilled its purpose, or had
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simply found another victim to torment. Regardless of reason, I know that I
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survived thanks to a miracle and that I had a second chance to face life
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bravely. And while the memories of the Clown and everything that happened will continue
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to haunt me in my nightmares, I am determined not to let fear rule
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my life. The world is a complex place, full of riddles, which
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many times the human being is not prepared to face. Or many times even
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understand that. I discovered it from a very early age, since I was
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just a child, my life was involved in many problems. My parents,
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if they could be called that, were trapped in the world of drugs and
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problems with the law. The memories I have of them are vague and distorted.
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Most of the time I remember them sick and absent from reality, unable
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to take care of themselves, much less of a child. For that reason,
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I was pulled out of his arms by the children’ s services at
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an early age. Those people came to save me from a fate that was
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already sealed, but there was no paradise waiting for me on the other side,
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for since the separation of my parents I was thrown from drowning substitute in
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substitute home passing from one strange place to another. Never staying in one place
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for more than a few months. The child service system was a nightmare in
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itself, inefficient, disorganized, more concerned with complying with formalities than with the
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real well- being of the two children who were supposedly intended to protect.
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I think that was the main reason why, despite all that I had lived,
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I still had the hope that at some point my parents would come for
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me. I had the illusion that these would go to rehab, get my
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custody back, and we' d be a family again. Although the longer
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the years passed, that illusion faded away day by day. When I was
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fourteen, I got the news of another move at that point, I was
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so used to changes that I didn' t even take the trouble to unpack
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my things. But that time something was different. This time they didn'
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t take me to another home in town. The journey was much longer.
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They took me to a farm on the outskirts, almost on the edge of
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town. Upon arrival I received an older man with the appearance of a cowboy
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hardened by time and work in the field. Next to him, he found
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another man equally rough. They exchanged a few words with the social worker,
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but I didn' t pay much attention. I was too busy watching my
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new environment. I quickly realized that there were no other children on the farm.
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In fact, there was no one else besides the two men and me.
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These presented themselves as Cristóbal and Antonio. They showed me my room.
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This was very small, but it was better than it had in other homes.
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I was also informed about the rules of the farm. The rules were
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strict and strange. I had to turn off all the lights at nine o
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' clock at night and leaving the house after ten o' clock was strictly
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forbidden, but there were two in particular, which were the most important and
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were that, under no circumstances should I leave the boundaries of the property where
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a forest was located that because I could easily lose myself. The second one
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did not have an explanation, and this was not to approach the animals once
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the sun set any of the rules. It made a lot of sense to
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me but I decided not to question them too much after all, what else
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I could do. The days became a monotonous routine. I would get up
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with the first crowing of the rooster and spend my hours doing chores on the
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farm. During the day he worked in the fields, plowing the earth and
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feeding the animals. Sometimes my caregivers gave me instructions, but most of the
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time I worked only surrounded by the silence of the farm. Despite the strangely
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normal atmosphere surrounding the farm, there were times when I felt overwhelmed as if
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I was being watched, especially when I was near the animals. That feeling
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intensified as if his eyes followed me wherever I went. However, I could
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not complain about the work on the ora farm was not very heavy and,
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compared to other temporary homes I had gone through, that was certainly the best.
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One day, while watering the sheep, I discovered that one of my
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carers had left his pack of cigarettes near the pens. Without thinking too much
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about it, I took a couple of cigarettes and hid them for later.
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During the day. I tried to find the perfect time to smoke them,
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but the fear of being discovered always stopped me. The night fell and while
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I was in my room, I decided to wait until both men were asleep
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to go out for a smoke. Outside around eleven o' clock at night,
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the house remained in complete silence, except for the snoring of men.
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I knew this was my chance. I put my shoes on and got out
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of the house. Looking at the quietness of the farm in the dark,
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I took out the cigarettes and lit one. It was something I had never
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done before and I discovered that the taste was horrible and the smoke hurt my
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throat. I decided not to even try the second cigarette and to get rid
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of the evidence, I decided to throw the cigarettes behind the house, where
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hardly anyone was going. I remember removing the ground a little with my feet
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to cover the cigars. Once hidden, I was about to go back in
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when something caught my attention one of the goats that had come out of the
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corral and stared at me. This disturbed me a little, but what came
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after left me paralyzed with fear. The goat began to stand on its hind
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legs as if it were imitating a human. I didn' t wait for
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him to stop completely. I ran back to the security of my room with
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my heart, beating hard on my chest. Once in bed I questioned what
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I had just witnessed. I thought of the most rational reason why that goat
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would behave like this, but nothing I thought was really comforting. I knew
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I couldn' t tell my caregivers what had happened. Otherwise, they would
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discover that I had broken one of the rules, with more questions than answers,
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hovering around my mind. Finally I fell asleep, but my dreams were
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filled with disturbing images of the goat standing on its hind legs with eyes fixed
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on me The next day, the morning passed normally full of the usual tasks
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at the Farm. The routine had made me avoid thinking about what happened the
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night before. As I put food on the sheep, I felt the temperature
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drop suddenly as if the air had become more. A cold, dense feeling
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that something was watching me took hold of me, but I tried to ignore
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it and finish my homework as quickly as possible so I could get away from
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it. However, as I was rushing my human name whispered, my heart
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rolled over my chest and a chill ran through my back. I wanted to
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run away at the same time, but before I could move I heard my
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name again. This time with more strength and urgency. My curiosity overcame my
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fear and I turned my head to find who was calling me. Then I
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realized that all the animals on the farm stared at me with a penetrating look
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that seemed to see through me did not know who or what was behind all
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this, but the feeling of being observed intensified to become an unbearable pressure that
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oppressed my chest. My eyes fell on one of the pigs. At the
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end of the pens, that pig looked at me even more intensely than the
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other animals and before he could know what to do, the pig began to
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whip against the bars of his pen. All that while staring me in the
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eye. It was ra ra ra ra ra ors as if it tried to
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reach me no matter how much damage was done in trying. The noise alerted
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Antonio, who went to see what was happening. The pig stopped. It
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was as if he returned to himself, he was so hurt that he began
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to scream because of his serious wounds. I don' t think I'
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ve ever heard any animals scream like that. It' s something I certainly
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don' t want to hear from anyone. Antonio asked me what had happened.
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However, I did not know what to answer him and I only told
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him that I had begun to act that way. Suddenly, without telling me
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anything else, he ordered me to go feed the dogs and then help Cristóbal
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prepare dinner. I didn' t protest at all. I was just relieved
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to stop listening to those agonizing screams. That night, when I finally took
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refuge in the security of my room, I tried to put my thoughts in
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order, but the image of the yearnings staring at me and the whispering voice
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calling me, they kept chasing me in my memories. While I was sitting
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in my bed, trying to sort out my thoughts and calm down after the
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terrifying experience, something caught my attention from the outside a slight barely perceptible noise,
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but enough to make my heart speed up again. With the latent fear,
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I got up from where I was and approached the window cautiously. As
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I looked out, I found a vision that frozen the blood in my veins.
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The goat, the same one who had seen her rise on her hind
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legs the night before, was outside right in front of the house. What
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made me breathless was that the goat was not only standing up again, but
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was also looking directly into my eyes. His gaze was intense, penetrating,
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as if he could see through my soul. For a moment I was paralyzed,
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unable to turn my gaze away from the goat' s eyes. I
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felt as if I was being dragged by an invisible force, as if the
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goat were exerting some kind of influence on me. But just when I thought
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I couldn' t stand it anymore, the goat turned around and walked straight
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into the forest, disappearing into the darkness of the night a sigh of relief
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escaped from my lips as I receded from the window, feeling the tension leaving
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my body. Little by little after the disturbing encounter with the goat, I
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was even more tense and alert during my daily tasks at the Farm. One
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afternoon I was performing one of the tasks I liked the most, which was
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to brush the horses in the stable. I wanted to concentrate on the task
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in question, hoping that familiarity and routine could calm me from the paranoia that
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was chasing me. However, the au a l a n or the stable
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seemed tense as if the same air was charged with electricity. The horses,
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usually calm and docile, seemed restless, moving nervously as I brushed him I
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tried to ignore that feeling of discomfort by telling myself that it was just my
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imagination. But then, while brushing one of the horses, I felt a
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strange pressure on my back, like someone or something was behind me. I
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turned quickly, but saw nothing but the shadows on the walls of the stable
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illuminated by light. Tenue of the lamps I tried to shake the feeling that
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something was not right and I concentrated again on the horse in front of me,
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but then I heard a soft whisper behind my back, as if someone
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was speaking, although what I was saying seemed indecipherable. A chill swept through
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my body as I stood still, without daring to move or look back.
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The whisper continued to grow stronger and more insistent. Finally, I gathered the
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courage to turn around slowly hoping to face whatever was behind me, but when
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I did, I found a scene that left me breathless. The horses,
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they were all staring at me with eyes that seemed to shine with a supernatural
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light, they were red as they came out of hell and they had a
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smile on their face, something that scared me too much and a scream escaped
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from my lips. As I receded unable to withstand the intensity of those penetrating
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glances and the sense of imminent danger that accompanied them, I ran out of
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the stable, leaving the horses behind and their disturbing presence. After that day
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in the stable, I did my best to avoid being alone on the farm.
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However, it was a complicated task, as you look at me,
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my caregivers had their own occupations and did not always need me to be close.
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Moreover, I could not give a reasonable explanation for my aversion to being
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alone, which left me in an uncomfortable position. Luckily, the arrival of
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the corn harvest season brought with it a welcome distraction. My tasks focused on
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helping with the harvest, which kept me busy for most of the day.
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At night I made sure to close my window well and avoid my giving out
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under any circumstances. I thought as long as I was away from the animals,
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everything would be fine the days passed. Every day I doubted my sanity
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more and more. Animals always seemed to wait for the moment when I was
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left alone to begin to behave as frighteningly as possible. All that, not
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to mention the whispers and the demonic laughter in which my name murmured, especially
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at night. All that had made me think of escaping. I didn'
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t care where, I hadn' t even thought about it. Well,
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I just wanted to escape that hell. That day I was moving the alfalfa.
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That work had become my favorite activity, as it was one of the
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few activities in which it did not include being close to animals. I was
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in the middle when I heard a voice calling me by my name However,
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that was not any voice. I immediately recognized that it was my father'
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s voice. I turned my head and then I saw it was. My
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father looked much better in terms of health. There was a smile on his
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face, which I can' t say was a normal smile. However,
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that was not something I was interested in noticing at the time. I was
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just thinking that my fantasy had come true. My father had gone after me
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and would surely take me home to my mother. Away from that nightmare farm.
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This one told me to follow him, which I did not hesitate to
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do for a second, but I stopped to see how my father did not
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go towards the house of Cristóbal and Antonio. More like it was going in
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the opposite direction. While I was following him I would question him where we
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were going or if we shouldn' t go for my things and so say
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goodbye. However, my father did not respond, just kept walking. At
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one point something inside of me told me to stop, but my desire to
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be with my father and get out of there overcame any thought and continue to
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follow him. I could see my father jumping to the edge of the farm.
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That' s when I noticed we were a few meters from the forest.
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That made me stop. Just a few steps behind the fence. My
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father called me back asking me to go with him, since he had something
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to show me. I still don' t know why, but I was
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about to jump it close when I was pulled out of the t- shirt
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by Cristóbal, who upset me about what I was doing. I turned my
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head pointing to the forest to explain that my father was there, but when
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I turned this plain it was there it was simply gone. I couldn'
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t find an explanation for that, so I couldn' t say what I
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was doing and even if I did, Cristóbal was too upset to listen to
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me. As we walked back, I took one last look behind me,
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just to see how, behind the trees, there was a demonic being,
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which his gaze reflected a total outing. By failing to fulfill his goal of
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getting me into the forest, that left me confused and unable to sleep.
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That night I could only think of what would have happened to me from entering
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the forest. The next day, while ploughing the land with Cristóbal, he
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had to enter the house for a moment. Leaving myself alone in the countryside,
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I tried to keep up the composure, reminding myself that we were very
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close to the house and that all the times I had experienced those terrifying experiences
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had been when I was away from any witness. As I continued my work,
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I began to hear what they called me by my name. The voice
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was not one I recognized, so I decided to ignore it and continue my
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work praying that Cristóbal would hurry and return soon, but no matter how much
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he tried to ignore it, the voice persisted and soon some agonic squeals of
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one of the dogs became present. That made me turn right away, and
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what I saw burned my blood. I could see very close to me one
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of the dogs, only this time it was not on two legs or anything
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like it, but it twisted on the ground in a grotesque way, as
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if each of its bones were disarticulated. I squealed with pain, pierced my
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ears, and prayed to me with anguish. I didn' t know what
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to do and I felt paralyzed by fear and confusion. Suddenly, a loud
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roar echoed in the air. It was a shot fired by Cristóbal, who
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was quickly approaching where I was. When he heard the shot, the dog
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stopped twisting, but it was clear that he had suffered serious injuries. Christopher
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fired once again this time to put an end to the animal' s suffering.
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Without even asking what had happened. Cristóbal questioned me directly about why I
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had left the house during the night. I couldn' t hide it anymore
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and told him everything, including every one of my terrifying experiences on the farm.
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After listening to me, Cristóbal explained to me that there was a reason
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why no one left home after ten o' clock at night. He told
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me they didn' t know how long that thing had been on the farm,
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but they think that even long before it was even a farm, that
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entity was as old as time itself. She used to possess animals, just
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like anything to feed herself on the fear and despair of anyone who saw her,
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she confessed to me that the reason why they hadn' t told me
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before was because they didn' t know if I would stay on the farm
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for a long time, because they didn' t know if I would adapt
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well to that life, but that it was time for me to know.
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From that day on, I lived in constant vigilance and caution, always aware
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of the danger lurking in the shadows of the farm. I lived on that
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farm until I was an adult and, despite now having a couple and children
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on a return, from time to time to visit Cristóbal and Antonio, remembering
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the supernatural experiences that lived there and grateful for having survived to tell the story.
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