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Vinieron Por El Desde El Más Allá Y Ahora Me Atormenta - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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It all started while I was in the last class of college. There was
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nothing to finish the class and I was just thinking about wanting to go home.
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My attention was on everything except the teacher, as well as the cravings
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I had to get out of school. The hunger came to me. Fortunately,
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I still had some food. Very stealthily I took out my food and
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without making any noise, gave small bites as I continued the class. While
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I was finishing my scraps of food, a fly entered through the window,
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but it was not one of the usual. He was one of those big
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green bugs. He clearly sensed the smell of the food he had and was
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just flying around me. Behind me was a boy named Hugo, one who
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almost never spoke to that guy- boy- head who doesn' t talk
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to anyone, and the only time I heard him say a word, was
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at that point when he said here smells like food and flies are getting into
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the living room. I immediately put my food in my backpack as fast as
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I could. However, the professor realized and caught my attention and everyone started
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mocking me porn endure hunger. I turned to the boy and he just lowered
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his head. The fly kept flying around me and I' d had enough
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of it, so I decided to kill her. I waited until I was
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still so I could crush her with my book and it was. I crushed
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the fly. The boy, before finishing class, asked to go to the
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bathroom. I with the anger still inside me decided to leave the fly dead
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in his backpack, so before he came back I could put it in.
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Apparently he never realized what he had done and ended up picking up my stuff.
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I was waiting for the boy to realize the little joke he had made.
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When he kept his last book and closed his backpack. Apparently he hadn
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' t noticed the bad move he' d made. I got a little
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frustrated, but I decided to forget that and go home. He was very
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tired and still hungry. I came home and my mother asked me how the
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day had been. I told him everything, even the little accident with the
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professor. I also asked her about that kind of bugs and she just told
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me surprised that it was very rare for them to show up and that sometimes
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they can only be found in pantheons or decomposing things. Then I got weird
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about that fly inside the living room. But I stopped thinking about it and
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continued my afternoon. The next day I came to school and sat in my
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place. A few minutes. The boy came in, looked at me and
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bent his head. Again. I think he still felt a little bad about
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accusing me the day before. When he sat down, I saw him again
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and asked him why he didn' t talk to anyone. He told me
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that he was very shy and felt that no one liked him. I told
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him to try to get close to someone and I mentioned several friends I could
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connect with very well. The boy looked at me and thanked me for the
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advice. The teacher entered the classroom after giving the good morning and asked me
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aloud if today he came to pay attention to the class or just to eat.
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Everyone started laughing again and turned to see the boy and he just lowered
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his head and among whispers apologized. This time calm, I told him not
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to worry, that everything was fine. The man frowned. After I told
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him that, I mentioned he shouldn' t have. Disadvantaged, for I
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confessed that I had put a dead fly in his backpack. Hugo' s
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smile disappeared and put on a serious face. I was surprised by your reaction.
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I thought you' d take it as a simple joke. The discomfort
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of the moment made him look back at the teacher and tried not to turn
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all day towards the subject. At the end of the day, while keeping
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my books, I asked the boy if he had bothered about the confession he
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had made to him. He looked at me, told me it was okay,
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there was no problem. He slapped me on the back and left the
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next day. I woke up. Late I had revealed myself one night before
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and had not slept much. I thought it was still early. The sun
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was not fully visible and I realized that it was because the morning was cloudy.
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I quickly fell apart, had breakfast and went to school. That event
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caused me to arrive a little late when I entered the living room. To
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my luck, the professor hadn' t arrived yet. I calmed down before
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I got to my place, I could see how the seat where that boy
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was always just found his backpack right at the time of leaving my things.
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A strange smell entered the window as if it were food or something else decomposing.
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I looked up, but there was nothing. When I came back to
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sit in my place, I saw myself run off to yours as well.
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When he saw me, he smiled and thanked me for the Council. I
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already have a friend in that sat down and the class started. Apparently,
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the boy had stopped being shy and was now meeting more people. I felt
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good for him. During the class of the cloudy sky rain and one lightning
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fell and apparently everything was normal. Everyone was paying attention to the teacher and
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leaving the rain aside, I looked to the window to see how strong the
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rain was. I realized that the boy had his eyes fixed out, as
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if he was watching every drop fall. He realized he was seeing him.
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He looked at me for a second and looked back into the rain. I
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didn' t listen and looked back at my books and finished the class.
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The guy said goodbye to me and was one of the first to get out.
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He did something very strange to me, because he never said goodbye and
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I decided not to listen and come home. Fortunately, the rain had stopped.
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Before leaving the room, the professor asked to talk to me. I
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thought I was going to get attention because I was one of his students who
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paid less attention or because of the incident a few days ago, but I
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didn' t. He recognized me for having motivated Hugo to approach his other
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companions. He told me that he had once tried to talk to him,
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but he had interpreted his gaze as if he did not want to talk to
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anyone at all. Similarly, he confessed to me that almost no one knew
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anything about him, or where he lived, his personal data, he didn
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' t even know his parents. He only knew of the great fear he
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had of flies because of a bad experience. That' s when I understood
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why the day I had confessed to him what I had done to him was
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so serious and quiet. At that moment I felt bad and with a lot
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of guilt I took my things and quickly tried to reach the boy. I
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' ve been asking everyone if they haven' t seen him. Many told
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me no and others told me where they had seen that he had gone.
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I followed the directions I had been given and rushed as fast as I could
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on the street. I was looking for him among the people and I couldn
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' t find him. And Greek. In the distance I saw a multitude
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of people gathered together. I ran to see if that crowd was him,
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but it wasn' t. I came across an unpleasant surprise. All people
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were dismayed, many murmurs and words of denial. I saw a heartbreaking scene,
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I looked down and it was the boy. Apparently I had had an
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accident, I had been beaten, I didn' t know just not well
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bloodied and with my eyes closed an image that I couldn' t pull out
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of my head. In the distance, an ambulance was heard approaching. All
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the people dispersed and the street gradually became lonely. The paramedics arrived, unfortunately,
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they were late, as I could see how they put a white sheet
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on his body. I looked around for an explanation of what happened, but
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found nothing reasonable. He laughed at the or watching and at the same time
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looking at Hugo' s body suddenly, the same strange smell he had perceived
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in class. He came back to my nose and it became very strange for
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me to sense that again. That' s where I went to where the
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boy' s body was and the shocking image made me stare at him.
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I reacted and a few meters ahead I could see his backpack thrown out with
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all his books and materials. I came up to her to pick her up
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and when I ducked down, what a surprise I took. That fly that
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a few days ago was supposed to have crushed and thrown into his backpack in
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the form of a joke, flew out of it as if nothing had happened
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to him. I was just surprised to see how that fly started flying over
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the body of a bogo. The police and forensic doctors arrived at the scene
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and asked me to set a distance so that they could do their job.
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They asked me if they knew anything about what happened. Obviously, I hadn
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' t seen anything at all, so I decided to go home. When
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I arrived, my mother, worried, hugged me and asked me if I
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was okay. He had learned about what had happened near the school, because
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his nerves made him think that I had been the victim of that event.
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With a cold voice and pale skin. I told him what had happened and
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how somehow I had been involved in that fact. My mother was even more
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frightened and prepared one of her home remedies for the scare and supposedly for the
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bad vibes. After taking those remedies, a tiredness invaded my body. I
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set out to take a bath and then get some sleep. By the time
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I had finished bathing the night, I had fallen tired. I lay down,
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ready to sleep immediately and closed my eyes. I thought of the kid
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' s way and, as I had probably suffered, I couldn' t
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get that image out of my head. Then tiredness beat me and I fell
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asleep. I don' t know if it was that I was present during
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the boy' s death, but the moment I lived it back. But
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in my dream, in my dream, I was standing in front of the
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boy in the same place where he had died. Rarely the boy in the
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dream was talking to me suddenly telling me there you come. The moment I
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turned my head and looked where he pointed, I only heard a whining.
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When I looked back, I could see what in real life had found his
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body bloody and I quickly woke up it was early in the morning that I
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was completely sweaty. I went to my mother' s room to talk to
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her about my dream. She' s sleepy. He told me it was
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normal, because it was still recent and I had been very close to that
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scene. I went back to my room and tried to sleep. However,
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I could not sleep five minutes and the image returned to my mind. That
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' s how I kept up most of the night until dawn. I got
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up and my mother came into the room to ask if I was well and
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eager to attend school. I said yes, besides that I felt the responsibility
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in some way to comment to the teacher and the group about what happened the
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day before, although they probably already knew. I got to school, went
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into the living room and everything seemed normal. Apparently, the comrades hadn'
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t heard about it. Even his only friend he' d made. He
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didn' t notice his absence or anything either. The professor came in a
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little quiet, but still, giving the good morning. Before starting class,
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he gave a couple of minutes and mentioned he was going out. A few
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moments before he came to the door, he appointed me and asked me to
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accompany him in the hallway. I could see that his eyes looked tired and
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a little watery. He asked me if I knew why. The boy'
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s absence and feeling won me over and at the time of asserting his question,
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a tear came out of me. The professor took me by the shoulder.
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He told me he was going to investigate where the funeral would be and,
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if possible, we would attend him. He also asked me to be
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very discreet inside the living room and not to comment much on what happened.
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I went back to my place. I saw the boy' s empty seat,
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but at the moment of sitting I could feel his presence as if he
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was still behind me. I tried to calm down and remembered what my mother
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had told me, which was because the event was still recent. The classes
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are over, I said goodbye to the professor and reminded him to let me
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know if he knew anything about what was already discussed. When I came out,
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I felt everyone' s looks like I was guilty of something, like
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they were talking about me. I found it very strange. I continued my
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way to the exit and on my way home I saw how the street where
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everything had happened remained closed, almost arriving at the scene of the events.
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That smell came in. I decided to ask a passer- by if he
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also felt that smell. The person said no and I got a little closer
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and began to feel a lot of attention. A policeman who was on guard
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didn' t let me get any closer and asked me to go home.
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Everything was normal, but I felt a strange atmosphere. My mother came in,
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hugged me and asked how the day had been. We talked for a
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while, ate and went to my tired room. I lay down a little
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in bed and fell asleep. Again I had a dream of success, this
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time a little different, since I was inside the living room. The teacher
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ran in and asked me to run to avoid what was going to happen quickly.
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I was going out, running down the hallway and the streets, and
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in the back I saw Hugo walking. I would yell at him to stop
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the turning and when I looked at myself he smiled like the time I talked
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to him, he greeted me smiling and out of sleep. I felt something
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bothering me. I tried to open my eyes, but stay in the dream.
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The boy kept waving at me. I kept opening my eyes a little
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longer until he stopped waving at me and pointed something at me with a scared
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face. I immediately woke up from sleep. I got up quickly to see
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what it was that bothered me so much. I looked at the window in
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my room, the curtains moving, there wouldn' t be anything. I
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could only hear the sound of a fly, leave my room, distressed and
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accelerated by the dream I had had, I went back to bed and another
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night I could not sleep. The next day, my mother asked me if
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I was feeling well, as she noticed the size of my shiners and my
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tired face. I said that I felt good, but I felt very weird
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and anxious about the things I had dreamed of When I entered the living room,
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the first thing I did was talk to the teacher and talk to him
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about the dreams I had recently had surprised. He told me that, on
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the one hand, it was normal, but that some of it seemed a
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little strange to him. He recommended me to go to the psychologist to talk
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about what happened, as he looked bad, both physically and mentally. I
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looked very tired. I agreed to go into the living room for my things.
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When I was heading for my place, my R, where my partner
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was before I died. When I saw him I could see him sitting there
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with his head down. There' s probably hallucinations, but it was as
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real as standing staring at him as if he' d never left. Besides
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seeing him I could see a fly flying around him. I was very shocked
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at that. I felt how the teacher shook me and asked me if I
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was feeling well and when I reacted, he told me to go home,
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because I was very pale and sweaty as I could. I came home and
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my mother, surprised asked why I was already home. I didn' t
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answer. I just told him I was feeling tired and wanted to sleep.
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I lay down and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about that day of
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the event, as I wanted to know what had happened that day. Really,
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suddenly, a heaviness invaded my whole body, because outside the house it
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began to make a lot of air, but I felt too hot and tired.
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My eyes closed every time. I didn' t want to sleep.
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I knew I would have the same dream of the past days, but that
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tiredness managed to fall asleep for my bad luck. I had that dream again,
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but this time it was the worst of all. I was completely alone
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in my room. In that I left the room and the house had a
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gloomy appearance of being neglected for a long time. On leaving the house,
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the streets were alone. The sky looked blue to green with a little rain.
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It was completely filled with clouds. I kept walking and out of nowhere
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I got to school. I went into the living room. Just like my
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house. There was not a soul in the living room. I could only
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see the boy sitting by the window. When I approached him I could touch
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him. His shoulder turned his gaze at me. I didn' t look
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at the boy, who was always there, because instead I saw his face
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like the last time I could see him bloody. I let him go,
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woke up, got out of my bed as I could. However, heaviness
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beat me again and I fell back into a deep sleep. This time in
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the dream he was in a car ahead of the pilot' s seat was
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his mother driving and a child next to the co- pilot and next to
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me was the boy with his head down. I was unaware of the situation,
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for I had never seen those two people in my life. I looked
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towards the road it looked the same as the first dream, cloudy with a
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blue and green sky the road completely alone. In that I looked back at
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the people of Adel and the boy across the street began to shake one of
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his hands and the lady, who looked like her mother, let go of
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one of his hands from the wheel and stopped the little one' s hand.
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I stared and the child was scaring a fly, as I could see
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how the lady, who was apparently her mother, let go of both hands
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of the wheel and grabbed her son' s hands. When that happened,
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the boy looked up and yelled at me to do something. In that I
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turned to see him and his face was the same all bloodied. When I
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looked back, I could see a car coming in front of us and the
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moment we hit the other car. I woke up again. When I woke
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up, I was in total darkness inside my room, as there was no
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noise, all in total silence. In that I looked for my mother,
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but she was not in the house and I left the house and the peculiar
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smell returned, for every step that gave the smell increased. I decided to
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follow the trail of that smell and the smell led me to where Hugo'
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s death had occurred and in the distance I could see a man struggling with
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a young person. Every time I got close I could see who it was.
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It was the boy, he was being attacked by a man who quickly
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came to the conclusion that he was his father. He ran automatically to him
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and every time he saw the situation getting worse. The man began to beat
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the boy in the face and then toss him towards the road. And the
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moment the kid got knocked over, a car hit him. I saw the
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man lie down just as he had found him. The last time I saw
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him quickly, I approached him and this time I could turn his body around.
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I found myself with the same bloody look, but this time his body
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began to fill with flies, be that of the ns. Her whole body
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was invaded by them. I let it go and did it backwards guarding my
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distance and in that the ambulances began to sound and my whole body felt heavy
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and nervous, as I felt the flies flew towards me and began to look
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everywhere. There was absolutely nothing, just the boy' s body and me,
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because every time the number of flies increased and I started screaming and asking
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for help in a desperate way. In that I felt like someone took me
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by the arms trying to control me. He kept kicking and screaming until I
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could totally react. That' s where I realized where I was and I
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saw a lot of people around me. Apparently, everything that had happened the
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last few days had been a terrible nightmare. While I was awake and a
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large number of people asked me if I was well and in the distance I
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could see the body of the boy who had just died, so before such
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an event, I could finally understand all anonymous accounts