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4 Relatos Aterradores De DEMONIOS Y FANTASMAS - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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I was never good at making friends during my childhood, no matter how hard
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I tried. He never seemed to fit in with the rest of the people.
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I was a victim of bullying for years and high school was no different.
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My parents, in an attempt to cheer me up, used to tell
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me that I only had to be myself and that one day I would find
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friends who would accept me as I was. Finally, when I got to
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college, those words came true. The small apartment my parents rented in a
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shared building with another girl turned out to be the beginning of a friendship that
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would change my life. She studied photography and was incredibly kind and quickly became
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friends and for the first time in my life I felt that I had a
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true friend and, to my luck, that friendship prevailed until today. She
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also laughed at a group of friends and I was easily integrated. I'
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ve never felt a sense of belonging like this before. Normality and routine became
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wonderful until one afternoon everything changed. It was a weekend and after many hours
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of study, my friend and I decided we needed a break. We were
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both lying in our beds watching videos on our phones. Then out of nowhere,
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my friend jumped out of bed and showed me a video on her phone.
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The video was incredibly simple. He showed two people covered in white sheets
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giving them the appearance of ghosts. Then they took a series of photographs in
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different places. At first I didn' t know what to think about it,
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as that trend didn' t attract much attention to me and I had
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never participated in any of the life- like fashions that flooded social networks are
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and so was good. However, without losing heart, she insisted that we
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should do so. His enthusiasm was contagious and he explained to me that it
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would not only be fun, but also enrich his photographic portfolio. I had
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a lot of ideas for interesting places that we could visit and capture as ghosts.
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He even mentioned the possibility of camping in the woods to get unique night
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shots. I was not passionate about the idea of camping, as I had
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always considered myself more of an interior person, but his emotion about the project
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made me unable to refuse. I thought the other girls might resist the idea
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of camping, but to my surprise, they all accepted excitedly. The idea
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of exploring the forest at night and pretending they were ghosts seemed irresistible to them.
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Despite my insecurities and my displeasure at the idea of camping in the woods,
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I didn' t want to be the only one left behind. So
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I joined the enthusiasm of the group. At first I did not give much
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importance to the matter and thought that perhaps over time, the enthusiasm for this
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idea would pass and that everything would be forgotten, although at first it seemed
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that it would be. One day they put me in a group of whatsapps
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called Terror Camp. The plan was to rent a cabin in the woods and
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make stops in some places my friend had in mind. Everything pointed out that
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the acclaimed day would be the thirty- one of October and the one of
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November I could no longer turn back, so I prepared for the adventure feeling
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a mixture of emotion and anxiety. I didn' t know why I was
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feeling that, since the camp was in a cabin and not outdoors. However,
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something inside me told me that it was a terrible idea to go on
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the day of the trip. Finally he arrived and all my friends prepared to
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leave at first everything for acid said going quite well. I began to think
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that I was just worrying too much and that the inner voice that told me
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that it was not a good idea to camp was simply the echo of bad
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experiences from my childhood when I was rarely invited to places, because if they
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did it it was to mock me. We left early in the morning my
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friend the photographer had in mind many places she wanted to visit and we had
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to reach everyone before nightfall in the forest where we planned camping. Our first
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stop was an abandoned chapel that looked beautiful and artistic. We even asked a
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person in the areas if he had heard stories of apparitions There the man assured
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that the spirit of a father used to roam the place. But to our
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surprise, we don' t experience anything unusual. The chapel was quiet and
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we felt no strange presence. After a quick lunch, we prepared our costumes
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for the photo shoot. The costumes were simple sheets with two eye holes.
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My friend gave us instructions on how to pose and in less than thirty minutes
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we were done. It should be noted that the photos were not taken with
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phones, but with my friend' s professional camera, so we could not
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see the results immediately. She explained that she wanted to edit them and add
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them to her portfolio and we agreed, as we were doing this to help
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her. After taking the photos, we got in the car and continued the
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journey. It was around about thirty o' clock in the afternoon, so
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we still had enough light and we were not in a hurry to get to
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the forest area, where we planned camping. We made a stop at a
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small restaurant where we took advantage to take some photos in the parking lot.
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Although the place wasn' t scary and it didn' t have the atmosphere
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my friend was looking for. It was all about the subject. We took
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only a few photos, as my friend reminded us that there were still some
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places missing on her list and that we should continue our journey. The next
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stop on our trip took us to a river, a place that seemed perfect
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to achieve the chilling atmosphere we wanted. My friend' s original idea was
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to get into the river for the photo shoot, but the cold of the
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season in mid- October and November caused none of us to agree to the
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idea of getting wet, so my friend had to settle for taking pictures in
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the vicinity of the river before returning to the car, feeling relieved that we
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didn' t have to face the cold waters. At that time, we
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all began to propose that it would be better to head straight to the cabin
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in the forest where we planned camping. It was very cold and the idea
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of putting nas balls on it meant that we would have to take off our
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sweaters and sweatshirts so they wouldn' t swell too much under the sheets.
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However, my friend asked us to at least make a stop at the Cemetery,
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one of the places she wanted most to visit. After a long debate,
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my friends and I finally agreed. We drove for another two hours until
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we reached a cemetery that my friend had already selected for another photo shoot.
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The place was in excellent condition and it was noted that graves were given great
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importance. The tombs were elegant and some had chapels built there. Same.
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I asked my friend how she had discovered this place and whether it was okay
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to take pictures there, as it seemed to be private and not public.
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She explained to me that her late grandfather was buried there, so she had
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access to the place and would only take some quick photos. Before we get
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back to the car, we walk around the cemetery for about ten minutes.
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Although he had visited cemeteries in the past, this occasion felt different. I
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' ve never felt so guarded in a place like this before. Even though
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my grandmother had told me when I was a child, that in cemeteries they
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could not scare, that they were resting places for the dead and that there
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was nothing evil about them. I couldn' t help feeling that something or
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someone was following us. I expressed my discomfort to my friends on more than
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one occasion, but they assured that they felt nothing strange. Finally, we
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find an ideal place for the photo shoot. It was a great mausoleum that
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seemed to belong to a family. We began to take off the sweatshirts and
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put on the sheets, preparing to pose between the tombs and near the mausoleum.
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At some point in the photo shoot I felt increasingly uncomfortable and had the
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feeling that my friends were not showing the respect the graves of the deceased deserved.
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They were sitting on them or lying next to the graves, pretending they
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were theirs. Even one of them got into a caved tomb for a funeral
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that would take place soon, pretending she was being buried. There, despite
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my concern, I didn' t tell them anything out of fear that they
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' d bother me and I just tried to keep up, trying to respect
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as much as possible, but at the same time, trying not to look
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boring. At some point during the photo shoot, my photo friend proposed that
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we take a picture all together sitting in different parts of the mausoleum. He
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thought this would have an effect that the ghosts were coming out of that beautiful
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mausoleum indicated to us where each one should sit. But I wanted to comment
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on the idea, as I was worried that the dead would be offended.
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My friends laughed thinking it was a joke, since none of them really believed
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in it. They didn' t know I did and when I mentioned that
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I wasn' t joking, they took the comment a little more seriously.
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However, they still did not seem convinced that we should be concerned. One
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of my friends looked directly at the mausoleum and asked if it was okay to
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take pictures there as if I were talking to the dead. But absolutely nothing
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happened, which led to a mocking tone in her voice as she said that
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that sounded like a yes to her all laughed slightly and agreed that that too
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could be interpreted as a yes and decided to take their places near the mausoleum
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for photography. Having no further arguments against and feeling some social pressure, I
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decided that I was fine and joined the group in the mausoleum and I did
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not prepare the camera with the timer to take the picture and run to its
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place before the camera shot the photograph. Just when the click of the Chamber
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was heard, we all felt something strange. It was like an icy chill
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that ran through every part of our body. We instinctively looked back at each
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other and took off our sheets immediately. We were about to express our bewilderment
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out loud when we heard the voice of the cemetery keeper, who informed us
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that we could not be taking pictures there looking at each other and feeling restless.
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I was hoping my friend would explain that her grandfather was buried there,
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as she had told me. When we got here. However, instead of
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doing so, she quickly picked up her camera and prompted us to run without
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thinking about it. Twice. Faced with the urgency in his voice and the
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imminent arrival of the cemetery keeper, we all got into bread and ran in
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a hurry without stopping until we got back in the car. My friend lit
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the car and we quickly moved away from the place with adrenaline, running through
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our veins. The experience in the cemetery became a blur in our minds as
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we advanced. The euphoria of adrenaline and the distance we set between us and
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the cemetery made us quickly forget what had happened. After taking the last picture
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at that time we were laughing at the situation and we questioned my friend about
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why we had run away if a family member of hers was buried there.
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She, laughing with us, revealed that she didn' t actually have any
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relatives buried in the cemetery. He just thought it was a beautiful and appropriate
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place for the photo shoot he wanted. He admitted he didn' t really
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know if he was allowed so he had run away. In that way,
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we were glad to have captured the message and laughed at the mischief we had
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done. We were grateful to have escaped smoothly and continued our journey laughing and
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remembering our mischief. In the cemetery. Two hours later we arrived at the
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forest where we had booked the cabin. They gave us the keys and we
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entered the place, which turned out to be quite welcoming and promising. Taking
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advantage of the light we had left, we went out again to take more
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photographs in the forest surrounding the cabin. We took more photos than we had
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taken in the other places, as we were all in a better mood and
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more willing to cooperate. When it finally got dark, we took a few
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more and went back to the cabin and spent the afternoon laughing and sharing horror
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anecdotes that we had heard over the years, as it was Halloween and we
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wanted to get a little scared. We decided it was time to go to
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sleep. The cabin. She had the beds arranged in a row, but
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there were only two beds, which meant that two of us would have to
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share a bed, while the fifth friend would have to settle for the sofa.
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After a brief discussion, I decided to sleep on the couch, allowing
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my other four friends to share the beds. So we did and finally we
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all fell deeply asleep. At about three o' clock in the morning,
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I was awakened by a few laughs coming from the room I opened my eyes
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to a sleeper and looked around me. At first I got a little scared
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since I wasn' t used to that place. Though my brain quickly set
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in motion and I remembered that I was not in my home, but in
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a cabin in the woods. The initial scare faded and I noticed that my
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friends were awake too. However, they weren' t just waking up like
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me. More like they were laughing. One of them who had stepped into
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the newly dug tomb had risen sleepwalking and wandered around the cabin crashing into the
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walls and turning on all the lights. The rest of us couldn' t
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help but laugh and we started filming her planning to show her the video the
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next day. At first, the situation seemed funny to us, as her
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sleepwalking made her seem rather clumsy but suddenly, our fun became a concern.
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Our sleepwalking friend began to whip herself against one of the walls of the cabin
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in a violent and alarming way. It was not the typical quiet sleepwalking behavior
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in which people walk quietly and then wake up after a mild shock. This
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was different and each blow was so strong that it was impossible that it had
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not woken up in the process. She' d even go away or her
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forehead with one of the bumps and we all got alarmed we tried to stop
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her. One of us even put her hand right where she was about to
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hit herself with the head, but this didn' t seem to slow her
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impulse. Instead, he continued to strike with a supernatural force. She even
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hurt our friend' s hand in the process, though fortunately, the wound
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wasn' t serious. After several attempts to wake her up, we finally
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managed to get her to lie back in bed, just when we thought the
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nightmare was over. Our friend opened her eyes in an unsettling way, looked
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at us all and her teeth chestnutd as if she were cold and then,
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in a disturbing tone, said as she stared at me you seem pretty pretty
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to her. After uttering those words, he lay down again as if nothing
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had happened. This scene left us completely bewildered and, although we found it
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disturbing, we decided not to give it too much importance at that time.
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Instead, we heal the wound on our friend' s forehead and go back
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to our beds trying to figure out what to do the next day. The
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next morning, my friend woke up a little scared by the wound on her
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forehead. We explained to him what had happened and that we did not know
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why he had behaved that way. However, she claimed not to remember anything
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that had happened during the night, which was strange, as she always remembered
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her dreams. This time it was as if his mind had been blank.
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Until he woke up in the morning. We thought that maybe it was a
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strange case of sleepwalking and decided not to give it too much importance. We
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' re getting ready for breakfast. While our friend, who had been taking
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the pictures with her camera, was checking the images to see which ones were
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coming or not. When we went out to tell her it was time for
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breakfast, we found her pale and visibly disturbed. He told us that somehow
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there was someone else disguised as a ghost in the pictures he had taken of
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us. This puzzled us, as there were only five of us, but
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in the photos there was a sixth figure. Even that person' s disguise
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did not coincide with ours, as his blanket looked old and yellow over the
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years, unlike our blankets. The first pictures showed it as a distant point
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in the background, but eventually it got closer and closer. The last photo
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was practically behind me. We were scared and confused without understanding who or what
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that figure was, as it did not look like a real ghost, but
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rather a disguised person. The photos revealed that this being began to appear in
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the cemetery, which made us think that we had been stuck from there terrified.
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We decided to return to our homes, although when we shared the story
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with other few believed us they thought it was an elaborate joke and that the
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extra figure in the photos was just a friend who lent himself to give truth
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to our story. However, the nightmare did not end and we began to
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see the person disguised as a ghost everywhere. In the room where we stayed,
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we saw her wandering or walking through the kitchen, the bathroom or even
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passing through the doors like a sleepwalker. He didn' t tell us anything
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or try to scare us directly, but his constant presence filled us with fear.
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What terrified us even more was that, unlike the others, he seemed
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to have a special affinity with me. Sometimes the other girls didn' t
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see her anymore, but I kept seeing her in my apartment. This experience
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filled me with a deep fear that I could not overcome. Finally, in
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March, a friend took us to a friend of her grandmother' s,
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who was a witch to clean us up, and the witch confirmed that the
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being had hit us in the cemetery. Fortunately, after several clean- up
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sessions, I was able to get rid of that ghost. Since then I
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have avoided going to cemeteries for fear that something similar will happen again. When
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I was ten years old, my mother and I moved to a neighborhood in
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Mexico City, which I prefer not to mention the name, since I would
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not like some unbelievers to go there in search of strong emotions. Sometimes it
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' s better to leave things in oblivion. My mother and I had come
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to that place a short time ago. As a single mother, I was
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always looking for jobs that would barely allow us to stay afloat and the moves
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were a constant in our lives. At first, the idea of living in
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a neighborhood didn' t excite me at all. We had had a small
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apartment for ourselves as a result of one of my mother' s temporary jobs
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and being so close to the neighbors was not something that attracted me. However,
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in this neighborhood things did not seem as bad as in other places where
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we had lived. What really changed my perspective was the friendship I forged with
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a group of neighborhood children. Despite the short time I had been in that
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place, they welcomed me with open arms and soon became inseparable friends. The
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days were spent in the company of laughter, games and mischief, and I
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felt lucky to have found such close friends. I remember a few years ago,
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how many months when the months of October and November arrived and reminders of
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the next Day of the Dead began to appear. I had always been passionate
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about these festivities, even since I was a little boy. My fascination with
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terror, monster movies and creepy stories. It had led me to propose an
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idea that excited my new friends to celebrate the Day of the Dead in great.
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The idea was simple, but at least for me it was exciting and
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it was doing a little marathon of horror movies in my house while my mother
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was at work. That might not be so exciting for many. However,
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there were many films that, because of our age, did not allow us
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to watch and that day we could see them without anyone bothering us. Everything
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seemed to go on wheels until one afternoon, just three days after our early
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meeting on the Day of the Dead, something happened that would change the course
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of history. As we were playing on the street, my foot made contact
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with the ball and sent it flying towards an old, broken house at the
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end of the neighborhood. The impact was such that the ball broke one of
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the windows in the house. In any other circumstance, I would have been
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scared that I had done that, but since it was more than obvious that
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the house was abandoned, it was obvious that I would have no problems or
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claims. So at the time I thought the most logical thing was to go
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into that house to get the ball back. However, when I set out
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to do so, one of my new friends grabbed me from the shirt and
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looked at me with uneasy eyes. His trembling voice warned me that under no
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circumstances should I enter the house of the violet children. I was perplexed to
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wonder what the house meant as far as I knew, nothing was abandoned and
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I had no prior knowledge of any legend related to Violetas children. My friend,
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with a look of fear, asked me if I really didn' t
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know who the Violet children were. I said no and my answer seemed to
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surprise all my friends. So everyone told me to go back to the Neighborhood
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to tell me the story. As all the children began to gather next to
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the fountain in the backyard of the Neighborhood, I felt a mixture of curiosity
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and fear. It seemed that all the other children already knew the story of
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the Violetas children and I felt like an outsider in my own neighborhood. I
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took a seat next to them eager to hear the frightening narrative that was coming.
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The story they told that day was even more frightening than I would have
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imagined. Rumor has it that at the time of the porphyriate, a wealthy
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family lived in the house at the end of the neighborhood. They were the
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type of family that even rich families aspired to be always perfect and without any
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defect, although this changed when they discovered that the youngest daughter of this family
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was pregnant with nothing less than the humble worker of her father' s estate.
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He hid the identity of his son' s father for fear of reprisals.
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When he finally revealed the truth, the father of the family was unwilling
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to allow a son of a simple worker to stain his lineage and ordered his
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daughter to say nothing and decided to send her to a nun' s school
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to spend her gestation period there. However, the young mother could not resist
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the temptation to return home to meet with the man she loved. The father
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of the family had no choice but to accept the situation and allow the worker
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' s presence. Despite his acceptance, he apparently cursed the child that his
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daughter was carrying in her womb wishing that she would be born dead so that
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she would not tarnish her reputation. History became more and more macabre. As
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he progressed, it was rumored that the father had hired a witch to make
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sure that the baby was not born alive. When the time of childbirth finally
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came, something unimaginable happened. The young mother gave birth to not one but
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two babies. What was even more frightening was that both babies were born of
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a deep violet tone, as if they had never received oxygen. They didn
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' t cry or make any noise. They just stared at Grandpa with diabolical
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smiles. The grandfather, startled and terrified, was struck by a heart attack
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at that very moment and from that day on, the life of the family
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became hell. Disgraces and diseases plagued them mercilessly until they were finally ruined.
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Violet children were regarded as the curse that had fallen on the family, as
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people in the neighborhood said that the tears of those twins were heard throughout the
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neighborhood preventing them from sleeping. The misfortune reached its climax when, in one
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last attempt to escape the nightmare they had experienced, the family decided to move
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out of the house. However, a few days after his departure, a
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nauseating smell flooded the neighborhood and that smell seemed to come from that gigantic house
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now abandoned. Worried people entered the house at the end of the neighborhood,
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just on the day of their deaths and found a macabre scene inside the house,
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in the torn and broken cribs lay the corpses of the violet twins.
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The image was so hideous that it was engraved in the memory of all who
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witnessed it. From that day on there was a rumor that if someone entered
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the house on the eve of the day of all the saints he would meet
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the Violet children and a terrible curse would fall on them. After the chilling
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narration of the Violet children, my disbelief began to grow. History sounded like
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a plot taken out of a horror movie. One more on the long list
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of cliches I had explored on my movie nights. I was convinced that my
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new friends were trying to scare me with a gruesome story, but they weren
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' t going to make it. Although a part of me was intrigued,
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I wasn' t going to give in to fear. I answered them with
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a defiant smile and told them I didn' t believe them. I expressed
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my skepticism to them, suggesting that they were just trying to scare me for
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fun and that I wasn' t going to fall so easily. But My
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smile disappeared when all the children shared their own experiences and anecdotes. Each of
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them had a story to tell a close relative who had heard the cries of
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the violet babies or even heard childish laughter emanating from the house on the eve
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of the day of all the saints. As I listened to their stories,
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my skepticism faded away. Gradually, I asked them why they had never told
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me about this legend before. Considering my love of terror, they looked at
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me uncomfortablely among them and finally admitted that they had never given themselves the opportunity
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to discuss that issue with me. However, they claimed that the story was
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real and one of the children even recounted a personal experience, he said he
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had seen disturbing shadows. Upon returning home one night after a visit to the
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corner store along with his brother, he said his brother also did not believe
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so he decided to approach to look through one of the windows and a few
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seconds after looking out, he retreated with so much fear that he even fell
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on the dry lawn of the creepy property. He said he had seen two
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figures crawling through the living room of the house. Despite convincing stories, I
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still resisted believing in the curse of violet children. Instead of scaring me more,
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I decided to propose a challenge. We would enter the house at the
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end of the neighborhood on November 2, in the middle of a dead day
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to unravel the mystery. I was persistently persuasive to convince them that if we
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didn' t enter the house, we would prove to be cowards. Finally,
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I managed to get all the children to accept my proposal, although not
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without doubt and fear. During the days leading up to the agreed date,
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all the children tried to deter me from carrying out our reckless expedition. They
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suggested that it would be wiser to follow our original plan to watch horror movies
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in my house. However, I did not give up and told them that
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if they were cowards and did not want to accompany me, I was willing
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to enter the house alone. My determination did not waver and my enthusiasm grew
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with every day that approached. The two of November finally arrived the expected day.
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It was a dead day. Unusually cold and hazy. I was excited
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and nervous at the same time as we headed towards the house at the end
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of the neighborhood. The fact that it was a haunted house and that we
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were about to enter it on the day of the dead made it even more
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special. The children of the neighborhood, full of emotion and anxiety, we
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advance together towards the house in the middle of the day of the dead.
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The quietness of the street contrasted with the attention we felt at the time.
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I remember that we even had to wait a moment before entering the house,
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as several neighbors were busy preparing altars and offerings for the day of the dead,
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creating a bustle in the streets. But once the opportunity was presented,
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we did not hesitate to run towards the house, entering the house turned out
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to be surprisingly easy, as the broken windows without glass made it easier to
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access. The group slipped through the openings and soon we were all inside the
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mansion two of the children, Enrique and I, were carrying lanterns that illuminated
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the disturbing shadows that filled the interior. The house was submerged in an overwhelming
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darkness that seemed to devour the little light from the outside. Despite the darkness
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and the smell of moisture that permeated the place, we continued to move forward.
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There was an air of abandonment that felt in every corner, as if
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the house had witnessed the decline of time. The smell of something decomposing filled
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the air as if some animal had decomposed there a long time ago, yet
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it was not enough to deter us from exploring further. The house was surprisingly
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large and little by little I began to believe that the story of the violet
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children could have some truth. While we were exploring, we arrived at the
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dining room and what we saw left us amazed. The table was set as
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if someone had been about to serve dinner. There were dishes, glasses,
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glasses, and cutlery all in their place, as if they were waiting to
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be used. However, everything was covered in dust as if no one had
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touched anything in years. It was a strange and disturbing image. Some of
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the kids started joking about taking some forks and spoons off the table, thinking
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they might be made of silver and could sell them to get some money.
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But the fear and suggestion caused by the stories we had heard prevented us from
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even touching the cutlery. We' re still walking down the ground floor,
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but we don' t find anything relevant. We decided that it was best
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to explore the rooms on the upper floor, as there we could find more
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answers about the legend of the violet children. The wooden steps creaked under our
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feet as we climbed the stairs and some were broken, which increased our restlessness.
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Each creak resonated in our ears reminding us that we were in a seemingly
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abandoned and haunted house. However, none of the five friends wanted to show
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cowardice in front of the others. So we keep moving forward with determination until
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we get to the top floor. Once upstairs, while we were exploring the
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rooms on the upper floor, one of the flashlights began to fail. It
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seemed that the batteries were running out, as the light began to tingle and
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finally went out completely. This left the group alone with the flashlight I was
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carrying. Fortunately, the flashlight that worked was still lighting up enough to allow
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us to continue exploring. We opened the first door we found, which seemed
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to be the main bedroom of the house. The room was in a state
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of freezing, with huge dust- covered beds and a wooden toilet which in
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its day must have been of great quality. However, over the years the
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furniture had not been treated well and everything was covered with a thick layer of
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dust. Even the mirror had a thin layer of dirt that made it look
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ghostly. We all felt a little more encouraged to see the room and some
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began to joke about the idea of living in such a beautiful house. However,
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the tension took hold of us again when we focused the flashlight on one
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of the walls. There he hung a painting of which he had surely been
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the father of fame, with his wife on the day of his wedding.
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The image was a hand painted portrait, but instead of being in good condition,
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it seemed to have been scratched violently the claws seemed to have shattered the
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image and features of the man portrayed. We all looked at each other with
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expressions of horror and concern and no one wanted to give a voice to the
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question that was coming what could have caused such marks. After a brief moment
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of dismay, we rushed out of the room with the feeling that something sinister
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was lurking in every corner of the house. Once outside, some of us
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discussed and should continue exploring or leaving the house. However, I insisted that
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we were already there, that we had to check each of the rooms before
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we reluctantly left. We all agreed and continued walking and opened the next door.
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This room seemed to have been shared by two people, as there were
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two beds in it and when we entered, we found a strangely quiet scene.
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There were many toys of the time, including ancient dolls that, though
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frightening, were not unusual for the time. We all got distracted by watching
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toys and imagining how kids entertained in the past. However, the atmosphere of
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tranquility broke when we heard a disturbing creak in the room. We all turned
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in the direction of sound, but the flashlight I had didn' t light
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anything. Some suggested that it might be a squirrel or a rat given the
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age of the house, but no one wanted to stay and find out and
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we quickly left the room and found ourselves in the dark hallway wondering what else
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we could find in this haunted house. Right away. We opened the next
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door that was surprising near the crib room. We were all horrified to see
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what was in that room two cribs, as the creepy legend dictated. Despite
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our concerns, we decided to enter and examine the cribs. Closer. The
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room was sparsely furnished with only the two cots, a small stool, a
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rocking chair and some old and worn- out toys. Even though the toys
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gave the room a terrifying look, we kept exploring, trying not to let
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fear dominate us in a moment, one of the children felt something strange and
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asked for the flashlight. By illuminating the wall we were horrified to discover hundreds
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of deep, heartbreaking scratches everywhere. The scratches were not only on the walls,
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but also on the ceiling, as if something had climbed everywhere and caused
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the damage. The scene was terrifying and macabre. We decided it was time
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to leave the house. However, before we could get out of the room,
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the door slammed shut, leaving us trapped in total darkness. Only with
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the dim light of the flashlight. To our horror, the flashlight began to
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flash and went completely out, leaving us united in the most absolute darkness.
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But the worst was to come in the middle of blackness. We began to
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hear the distressing cries of two babies. Fear took hold of us and we
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started screaming and struggling in despair to open the door. However, our efforts
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proved useless and panic intensified. We felt little hands climbing up our legs and
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some assured that the babies were biting them. Finally, the door opened,
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allowing us to escape from the house as we ran wildly. I couldn'
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t help but look back and I saw the two babies completely violet, laughing
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badly on the floor. The vision confirmed the terrifying legend we had heard,
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and that experience would never stop haunting me in my nightmares. That Halloween night,
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the grey clouds and the drizzle gave the people a sinister air. We
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lived in an isolated place in the world, far from the big cities,
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where the roads were scarce and the distances enormous. The mystery and intrigue had
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always enveloped our little village and Hallowin was the most anticipated holiday of all for
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my friend Lilly and me. The taste for the paranormal had united us both
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since very young and this year, at my fourteen years, Lilly and I
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decided that it would be special. The destination chosen was Cerro, a place
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that had since been generally considered cursed by all the inhabitants of the village.
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And the main reason to choose this place as our destination on Halloween night was
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the legend of the Witch Mary, who, according to oral tradition, had
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resided on that hill for centuries. The stories about the Witch Mary had been
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transmitted from generation to generation. She was said to be a powerful sorceress,
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capable of throwing evil spells. It was also said the classic like stealing children
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and could be seen at night as a fireball. What was true was that
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some people disappeared from time to time. My parents always assured me that those
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people would just leave town and people would tell those things just to scare.
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However, the oldest in the town claimed to have seen her, but her
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stories were always too vague or too incredible. Lily and I walked through the
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dark path leading to the hill. The leaves creaked beneath our feet and the
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cold wind made us tremble. The emotion and fear intertwined inside me, creating
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a knot in the stomach that never seemed to untangle. As we climbed up
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the steep path, the thickness of the forest closed all around us. The
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trees seemed to whisper dark secrets among them, and the shadows twisted like mysterious
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figures. The whispers of the wind were confused with distant laughter and pitiful laments,
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which made us doubt whether they were just our nerves or whether the hill
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was really haunted. Finally we reached the top of the hill, where we
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found a small flat surrounded by twisted trees, extended a blanket on the ground,
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lit some candles and hand lamps and took off the ouija board. The
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atmosphere was loaded with tension and anticipation and a sense of restlessness. No s
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s ons surrounded. Lily looked at the dark forest that was spreading around us
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and asked me in a trembling voice if I was sure we should continue.
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I looked into the forest, where the shadows seemed to come to life of
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their own, and my heart beat hard. However, I tried to smile
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bravely and told him we should do it that we didn' t have to
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believe in those old witch stories and curses. We sat around the board of
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the huija and placed our fingers on it and the wind whispered through the trees
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as if the spirits of the forest were speaking quietly. We begin to ask
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questions with palpable nervousness in the air. For a while, the indicator did
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not move and our expectations began to waver. But then, slowly, the
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indicator slipped into the s and then the i Our hearts accelerated, the atmosphere
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became more oppressive of the candles blinked as if something invisible happened next to them.
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Lily and I looked at each other with our hands still on the board.
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There was a tense silence in the air when the reality of the situation
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began to weigh on us. Lily, with her eyes full of fear,
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looked into the darkness of the surrounding forest the drizzle continued to fall and the
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atmosphere felt more oppressive than ever. As we held our hands on the board
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of the huija, a rush of sinister wind swept through the plane, extinguishing
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all the sails and plunged us into absolute darkness. The forest around seemed to
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come alive. Their incomprehensible spankings filled the air and twisted branches creaked as if
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something were moving between them. A cold ice cream took over us. As
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the ouija board began to move with its own energy, the indicator quickly slipped
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from one side to the other, spelling words that we could barely understand.
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It was as if the Witch Mary was trying to communicate with us. From
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the afterlife. Lily was shaking with fear and I too felt a chill running
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around my back, but we couldn' t let go of the board.
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We were trapped in a dangerous game with forces we didn' t understand.
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Lilly was so scared she wanted to drop the board. However, I remembered
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my grandmother' s words. She had warned us that if we ever managed
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to make contact with a spirit through the huija, we should not simply leave,
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for that would be like giving permission for the spirit to cross into the
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world of the living. At that point I realized I couldn' t let
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Lili leave the meeting. We had to finish what we had begun. Despite
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his fear. Lilia felt determinedly and put her hands back on the board.
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Together we asked some questions trying to get more information about the Witch and her
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story. Every response we received increased our concern. Finally, we decided to
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say goodbye with a trembling voice. We thanked Mary for talking to us and
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asked her to return to her world. However, no matter how many times
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we said it, the daughter' s response was always a resounding one.
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No. The tension in the air became almost palpable. It was at that
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moment that a gust of wind fled through the hill, extinguishing the sails of
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a single breath. The ouija board flew out of the air and crashed into
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a nearby tree. A chill ran through my back as the darkness closed around
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us. Then we began to hear a malevolent laughter resounding in the dark as
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a sinister echo. The shadows seemed to come to life of their own and
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the forest was filled with disquieting whispers and sighs. It was as if the
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serro himself had woken up. Lili started screaming that we should get out of
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there, at the same time as she pulled my arm with her eyes full
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of terror. We stood up from a leap I reached to take one of
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the flashlights, leaving behind the daughter' s board and the candles off.
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We ran to the path that would take us back to the people with our
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hearts, beating us with strength. However, when we got to the road
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we saw something that h oh our blood. A few meters away. In
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the middle of the darkness was an old woman. His figure was shrouded in
47:37
shadows, but we could clearly see his face twisted in a frightful smile.
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His eyes were like two bright spots in the blackness, full of malice and
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evil. Fear took hold of us and our legs seemed to become gelatin.
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However, we could not afford to stay paralyzed. I grabbed Lili' s
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hand and pulled her away with all my strength and together we began to run
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down the path, moving away from the creepy figure stalking in the dark,
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as we ran desperately down the hill. The laughter of the sinister figure chased
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us as if he were everywhere. At the same time, the branches of
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the trees seemed to reach us like claws, seeking to trap us, and
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the shadows twisted and lengthened into terrifying figures that harassed us. The rain continued
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to fall and the wind fled around us. As we ran aimlessly down the
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hill, we had never felt so afraid in our lives. Every shadow,
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every noise made us believe that the old lady was behind us, chasing us
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with her diabolical smile. Physical exhaustion and fear pushed us further into the weeds
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of the hill, moving us further away from the path we knew. Our
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legs could no longer run and our lungs were burning with effort. However,
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the fear that invaded us far outweighed any physical pain. We realized that we
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were completely lost in the midst of the dark and implacable rain. Lily trembled
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with fear as the tears mingled with the rain. In his face he looked
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at me with eyes full of anguish, seeking comfort in my expression, I
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breathed deeply and assured him that everything would be fine that we would find the
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way back to the people. However, within me fear was also beginning to
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become present. We walked for a long time, advancing aimlessly. Each step
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further removed us from the familiar and the darkness around us was overwhelming. The
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shadows of the forest seemed to move as if the hill itself mocked our audacity.
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The twisted branches of the trees watched us silently and the suusuos of the
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wind seemed to be mocking laughter. As we moved forward, the forest became
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even denser and sinister. The light of the flashlight shivered, casting disquieting shadows
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on the twisted trees. Every sound, every whisper made us jump in fear.
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We felt like prey in the midst of an unknown and hostile world.
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Finally, in the middle of the darkness, a strange structure emerged among the
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weeds, made of reeds and pence of maguey a kind of rudimentary cabin that
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should not be in the middle of nothing. There was no light or sign
50:37
of life, which was even more disturbing. The idea of finding a house
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in such solitude was disconcerting. In itself. The rain showed no sign of
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yielding and exhaustion led us to make a decision. Although we did not know
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who lived there or if someone did, the cabin seemed to offer shelter from
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the rain that soaked us to the bones. With palpable fear. We approached
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the cabin and pushed carefully the door, which had no lock or lock.
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The darkness that enveloped us as we entered was complete. We could not see
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anything inside the cabin and the silence was total. The atmosphere inside the cabin
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was wet and charged, as if time had stopped at that place. My
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flashlight lighted the place weakly, revealing a series of ancient and dusty objects we
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decided to stay in the cabin until the rain ended. We sat on the
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floor trembling with cold and fear. Despite the strangeness of the place. It
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was a relief to have a shelter from the storm. However, the silence
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of the cabin was disturbing. Neither the wind nor the rain was heard as
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if the outside world had completely disappeared while we remained in the cabin. The
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feeling that something was not right became stronger. The strange objects in the cabin
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seemed to have been intentionally left there, as if someone had been performing rituals
52:08
or spells in that place. Forgotten by time. The candles, though dusty,
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seemed ready to be lit again. Lily and I watched each other share
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our concerns in an uncomfortable silence. At that moment we heard a faint noise
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coming from the darkness outside the cabin. Something was moving between the trees,
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but we couldn' t see what it was. The rain had decreased a
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little, allowing for a better hearing. We decided to turn off the flashlight
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and stay in the dark, trying to be as quiet as possible. The
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figure moving outside seemed to slowly approach the cabin and fear gripped us. Again
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in the shadow we could feel our heartbeats as fast drums. Hours passed in
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the shadow of the hut and exhaustion beat us. Lily curled up on my
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shoulder and closed her eyes. While I stared at the stove, watching the
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dying embers. Time seemed to have stopped in that strange place and anxiety did
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not leave us. An icy wind filled the cabin and a chill ran through
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my back. I felt like someone was behind me, but fear prevented me
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from turning my head to see who. Or that it was the restlessness that
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had been present since we entered that strange cabin intensified and I knew something was
53:35
wrong. Suddenly, a sinister sound began to fill the cabin, a diabolical
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laughter rising in the air rumbling in our heads. The fear I felt became
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unbearable and I finally decided to act. I shook Lily, who was deeply
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asleep, and I called her urgently. Lily woke up startled, confused and
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scared. I didn' t give her any explanation, I just grabbed her
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arm and pulled her out. Almost behind the cabin, the rain continued to
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fall relentlessly, soaking us completely, but at that moment that was the last
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thing that mattered to us. We ran as fast as possible away from the
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cabin and that scary place. Suddenly Lily stopped dry looking forward with her eyes
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disorbited. He pointed to the distance where there seemed to be a human figure
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standing in the middle of the forest. We screamed for help from every lung,
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but the man or whatever, seemed to ignore us completely. We decided
54:42
to approach the figure desperate to find help in the middle of that strange place.
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When we got closer, we realized it wasn' t a man at
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all. That was a kind of statue, but its appearance was disturbing and
54:55
it was made entirely of wood. But he had extremely realistic features, especially
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on his face. The expression on his face seemed frozen in an eternal state
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of terror, with his eyes disorbited and his mouth open in a mute cry.
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As we illuminated beyond with our lanterns, we realized that that wooden man
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was not the only one. There were more and more figures arranged in a
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kind of circle around us. They were human figures, children, women,
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men and even babies. Each of them was carved in wood, but its
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features were incredibly realistic and expressed the same eternal terror we had seen in the
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first man. Our screams of horror filled the air. As we watched the
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macabre scene. Those wooden figures surrounded us as if they were waiting in silence.
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The wind was blowing among the trees, creating a disturbing whisper that seemed
55:58
to be an echo of our own terrified voices. Physical exhaustion and fear had
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reached a critical point. We didn' t know how we got to that
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place, or what the strange cabin was in the middle of nowhere. All
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we knew was that we needed to find a way out of that dark,
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sinister forest. We ran away from the wooden figures away from that cursed place,
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tears mingled with the rain on our faces and fear drove us forward.
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However, the hill seemed to have no end and we did not know where
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to go. As we ran through the dark and seemingly endless hill, my
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heart was pounding, the rain was calm, soaking up the bones and the
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wooden figures we had found still tormented my thoughts. Despair grew as we went
56:52
forward aimlessly and the forest continued to cast disquieting shadows and whispers on our way.
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The night seemed to have no end and the darkness hovered over us,
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increasing my sense of isolation, every noise, every movement of shadows, made
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me jump in fear. Lily and I didn' t know if we were
57:15
being chased, if the wooden figures were following us, or if anything else
57:20
was lurking in the shadow of the forest. Finally, after what seemed like
57:22
an eternity, we found a path that seemed to lead back to the people.
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We kept running without looking back, without stopping for a second and the
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rain was still falling. But that didn' t matter anymore. When the
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light of dawn began to illuminate the horizon, we arrived at the village.
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We were exhausted and soaked to the bone, but we were safe. The
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people of the village looked at us with astonishment and concern, but we could
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not articulate a word, we had lived a nightmare that no one could understand.
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The friendship between Lil and I was never the same again. After our
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terrifying experience on the hill, even though we shared the memory of what we
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had lived, we could not talk about it without fear and restlessness invading us.
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Once again, our relationship became distant, as if something had broken between
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us. A couple of years later, Lilly had to leave town with her
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parents. Her departure left a void in my life, but I understood that
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she needed to get away from the dark memories we shared. Although we promised
58:34
to maintain contact, physical distance made our conversations less and less frequent. I,
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for my part, decided to stay in the village, determined to warn
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anyone who was willing to listen. He had learned a terrifying lesson on that
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cursed hill and could not allow others to fall into the same mistake. I
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became a sort of silent guardian of the cer warning the curious and adventurous who
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approached its dark secrets every Halloween night. He always tried to be close to
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the hill so as to prevent anyone trying to check the story from passing through.
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I knew that my task was to protect others from the terror we had
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experienced and was willing to do so at any cost. The hill became a
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forbidden and cursed place in the village and the stories of the witch and the
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wooden figures became part of the local legend. People avoided approaching that place and
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my warnings were taken seriously. The shadow of that dark episode was still present
59:40
in my life, but I could at least use it to protect others.
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Over the years, my mission became a kind of legacy. That hill was
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still an unexplored and feared place, but I was determined that it would remain
59:57
so. The friendship with Lily had been left behind and although our bond had
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broken the memory of our shared experience was still alive in my mind and as
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long as I lived, no one else would venture into the hill without knowing
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the warning of those who had survived the nightmare. When I was eleven,
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I experienced an unforgettable and terrifying event on Halloween. That was a night I
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' ll never forget. My name is George and my family was extremely religious.
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That was why celebrating Halloween was strictly forbidden in our home, as my
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parents believed it was a holiday related to evil. However, as a child,
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I had an unwavering desire to go out and ask for sweets with my
1:00:49
friends. He always asked for permission, but the answer was always a resounding
1:00:53
no. But that year something changed in me. With the night of Bruges
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approaching my friends insisted that I join them, they told me they would wait
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for me at the end of the street in our neighborhood and I decided that
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that time I did not need my parents' permission. I knew that,
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as usual, my church would perform a mass to avoid Halloween celebration and my
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parents would attend. I pretended to feel a little bad before Mass and after
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some doubts, my parents finally decided to leave me home just to rest.
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As soon as they walked through the door, I started my plan I wanted
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a costume, but the materials at home were scarce. I took an old
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sheet and dug it to make it look like a ghost. My friends made
1:01:43
fun of my costume, but I was determined to join them They wore great
1:01:49
costumes. One was a horror movie villain with a glove of blades that looked
1:01:53
real, and the other wore a jocke and genuine mask that seemed terrifying.
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Together we went to order candy and for a couple of hours. Everything was
1:02:04
great. However, the night began to become disquieting when John, the friend
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who used to put us in trouble and who, in fact, my parents
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had forbidden me to join him, suggested that we go explore the famous haunted
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house. The story surrounding that house was creepy. The workers who tried to
1:02:27
finish them suffered mysterious fatal accidents, leading to the belief that the house was
1:02:30
cursed. I didn' t know if I should join them, but my
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parents hadn' t come back yet and I wanted the night to be unforgettable,
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so I accepted the proposal. We walk through the dark streets guided only
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by the light of our lanterns and our costumes. We finally got to the
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haunted house. His appearance was terrifying. Despite being under construction, the structure
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was in a state of perpetual black work. The few windows were broken,
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the loose boards hung from the walls and the wind blew with a chilling howl.
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As we walked to the door, I remember praying that it would be
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closed, so that we could not enter, but for my bad luck,
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only one push was enough to gain access. Our steps resounded inside the house.
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As we moved forward cautiously, dust and darkness closed over us, making
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us feel as if we were going into a forbidden place. Little by little
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we ventured deeper into the house and the squeals of the wind mingled with our
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nervous whispers. As we explored the haunted house, we discovered that its interior
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was even more disturbing than its exterior. The walls were covered with strange paintings
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and graffiti, all related to dark and disturbing symbols. The floor creaked under
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our feet, creating a feeling that the house was alive and breathing for itself.
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The corridors were filled with doors that seemed to lead to endless rooms.
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Every time we opened one of those doors, we only found more darkness and
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abandonment. The atmosphere in the house became more and more oppressive and the feeling
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that we were not alone became more intense. Suddenly we heard a noise coming
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from the second floor, our hearts accelerated and the lanterns lit up the hallway,
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but we couldn' t see anything. John always, the boldest,
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stepped forward to investigate and the others reluctantly followed them. Our hearts beat hard
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as we explored the haunted house. As we went up to the second floor,
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a deafening rumble made us all stop dry. We looked directly at one
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of the rooms that were afraid of what we might find. The tension was
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palpable in the air and our eyes focused on the dark corner of the room.
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However, instead of a terrifying appearance, what we saw was a black
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cat running scared, causing the noise. As he knocked down some objects,
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the cat slipped between us and got lost in the darkness of the house.
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That experience made us laugh nervously, releasing some of the tension we had accumulated.
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We all wanted to show courage to others. Although the scare of the
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cat made us laugh, we could not help but feel that the house was
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hiding darker and more disturbing secrets. We continued to explore with caution, touring
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corridors that seemed endless and opening doors that revealed empty and dusty rooms. As
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we moved forward, we noticed that the paintings on the walls became more grotesque
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and disturbing. The dark symbols seemed to come alive before our eyes, as
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if they were drawn with fresh blood instead of paint. The oppressive atmosphere of
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the house seemed to intensify as if the shadows and whispers were closing around us.
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Still, none wanted to accept their own fear, so we decided to
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continue exploring the house. There was not much to see, apart from some
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graffiti on the immaterial walls of abandoned construction. At one point we stayed in
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the room, which smelled less of moisture. My friends lit a little fire
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and we started telling horror stories. For that point. I was having a
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real good time. I looked at my watch and realized that it wasn'
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t long before the Mass in my church was over and I would soon have
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to go home. However, John proposed that we still had enough time for
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one more story, and that story was that of the same house we were
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in. John claimed that his brother had told him a frightening story about the
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house. Although John was not exactly a great narrator, he finally focused on
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the story. His brother had told him that this house was special because it
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housed the entrance to hell. According to him, in the hallways of the
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house a demon walked with his organs exposed, a grotesque and terrifying figure that
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caused nightmares in anyone who dared to enter. The story of John scared me
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deeply. Although I had heard many stories about the haunted house, I had
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never heard anything like it. My mind began to imagine that being. Every
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thought was more horrible than the other. I tried to hide my fear saying
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it was time to go home or my parents would find out. Marcelo,
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our third friend, agreed and said it was time to leave. Juan a
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little upset about leaving the unfinished story. It finally happened and he didn'
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t keep looking. While we were descending the stairs to leave the house,
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but to our surprise, the stairs seemed to have no end. We kept
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going down during what seemed like an eternity, but the bottom never came.
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We began to feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Anxiety invaded us as we
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realized we couldn' t find a way out. It didn' t matter
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how much we walked. The stairs were going down endlessly as we continued down
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the endless stairs, anxiety and fear gripped us. The lanterns began to blink
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and fail and the darkness closed around us, turning us into companies of the
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oppressive atmosphere of the haunted house. Our despair grew as we continued down the
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endless stairs. Now, in the middle of the darkness, the walls were
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closing around us as if the house itself were trying to trap us in its
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dark embrace. Every step we took seemed to take us deeper into the nightmare
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of that haunted house. The atmosphere became more oppressive as we moved forward and
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our flashlights began to blink. The walls of the staircase seemed to move and
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the sound of incomprehensible whispers filled the air. As we moved forward, our
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voices were filled with restlessness and our nervous laughter turned into murmurs of fear.
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We were scared and we didn' t know what to do. Then,
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John, the leader of our small group, proposed to go back up.
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After all, as we looked up, we could see the second floor of
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the house and maybe we could find a way to escape. From there,
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John' s idea seemed to be our only option, so we set out
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to go back where we had come from. However, as we climbed the
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stairs, our flashlights lit less and less, and panic began to grip us.
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We felt trapped in a maze of nightmares without knowing if we would really
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find a way out. The lanterns shivered and as we went up, the
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darkness seemed to close upon us. The walls creaked and twisted as if the
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house itself responded to our presence. The incomprehensible murmurs intensified and a cold glacial
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enveloped us, making us feel like we were going up into the unknown.
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Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we came back to the second
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floor, but to our surprise, we did not find ourselves in a familiar
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part of the house. The walls were covered with even more grotesque paintings and
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the doors that stretched in front of us were like portals to the unknown.
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The air was thick with a strange, nauseating smell that made us feel dizzy.
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As we walked down the dark hallway, we all tried to remember where
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there was a window with a tree outside. We remembered seeing her, but
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at the time the window seemed to have disappeared. Despair grew as we tempted
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forward in the dark. Finally the flashlights went out completely, adding us to
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the total blackness. I hit my flashlight a couple of times with some despair,
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until finally my flashlight lit, letting me see with horror that I was
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completely alone in that dark and strange hallway on the second floor. My heart
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was pounding in my chest. I couldn' t hear the voices of my
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friends or even feel their presence. It was like they just evaporated. The
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feeling that the house itself had conspired to separate us. I was wrapped in
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the shadows. My steps resounded the ns in the dark and the tension in
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the air was unbearable. I tried to stay calm, remembering that the window
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with a tree outside could be my only way out. I advanced with my
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scant light trying to maintain my courage. Despite the growing sense of restlessness.
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The corridor seemed endless and every step he took only deepened the sense of isolation
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and despair. I couldn' t stop thinking about my friends, John and
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Marcelo and how we could have ended up separated like that in the middle of
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the haunted house, as the dark murmurs progressed they seemed to intensify and the
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grotesque symbols on the walls began to take more terrifying forms. The shadows seemed
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to move around me and a cold glacial infiltrated my skin. As I walked,
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I noticed that the paintings on the walls seemed to come to life,
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as if the dark symbols moved and whispered hidden secrets. The passllos seemed to
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stretch infinitely in all directions and the rooms that opened seemed to twist and change,
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as if trapped in a twisted maze. My heart was pounding as I
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looked around. My friends had disappeared into darkness and the sense of loneliness was
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overwhelming despite the fear I felt, I knew I had to find a way
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out. I tried to go back over my own steps, thinking that this
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way I would find my friends again, but I quickly realized that the corridor
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had no end. I walked through what seemed like hours. Incomprehensible whispers filled
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the air around me and the symbols on the walls seemed to move and change.
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The atmosphere was oppressive and fear surrounded me. As I walked down the
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hall, I heard voices. Whispering around me They were voices that spoke in
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an unknown language and I couldn' t understand what I was saying. The
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tension grew as I progressed and the feeling of being watched tormented me. In
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the midst of my despair. I started running. I didn' t care
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which way I was headed anymore I just wanted to find the way out or
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at least my friends. My steps resounded in the dark corridors and fear continued
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to torment. Every corner of this strange world seemed filled with unimaginable horrors and
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I was his involuntary prisoner. I ran aimlessly in that dark and unknown hallway.
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My steps resonated in the oppressive silence surrounding me. Fear was clinging to
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me and my mind was filled with frightening thoughts. I didn' t know
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if I was moving towards the exit or if I was just getting deeper.
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In the nightmare of this haunted house. The voices, whisperers, kept filling
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the air and I couldn' t understand what they were saying. They were
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like inhuman whispers and the echo in the corridors seemed to multiply them. I
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knew the atmosphere in that place was unbearable and it was getting harder and harder
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to stay calm. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of unbridled race,
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I found another door and this time it was wide open and a dim
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light leaked from the other side. I didn' t know if I should
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go in or not, but the alternative of staying in that eternal corridor was
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even more frightening. Suddenly, I began to hear a voice, a voice
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that I instantly recognized as that of my friend John. He said his flashlight
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was no longer on and he couldn' t see anything in the dark.
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His pleas overcame my fear and I told him to wait where he was.
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I began to follow the origin of the voice, although despite hearing it clearly
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I could not see John anywhere my flashlight started blinking and tinking, which made
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my heart beat even faster. I started beating her desperately praying that she wouldn
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' t shut down completely, but suddenly I heard a rumble coming from behind
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me. It was as if a lot of boards fell to the ground and
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I turned sharply to look. To my misfortune, my flashlight lit in its
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utmost splendor at that time and what it revealed before my eyes left me breathless.
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In front of me was a taller man, taller than I' ve
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ever seen. However, what was even more frightening than his stature was his
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face, or rather his lack. The man had an inhumanly grotesque smile on
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what his face should have been but the scariest thing of all was that he
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seemed to have no skin. He could see his internal organs, which seemed
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rotten. However, I remember seeing them throbbing. The scene was shocking and
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terrifying and I was paralyzed by horror. The skinless man approached slowly with his
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visible organs and that disturbing smile that deformed him, did not know how to
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react. He was trapped in a state of shock behind him listening to the
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incomprehensible whispers that had filled the house as if they were in his voice.
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My friend Juan, he kept screaming from somewhere behind that hideous figure. I
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tried to step back, but my legs felt heavy as lead. The skinless
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man came closer and a nauseating smell filled the air like the stench of death.
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Misma was paralyzed by terror. As the skinless man slowly approached me.
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His grotesque and unpleasant figure occupied my entire field of vision and that inhuman smile
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that deformed his face seemed to hypnotize me. The incomprehensible whispers resounding around me
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bore my mind and fear. I was trapped in a state of shock John
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' s words kept coming from somewhere behind the nightmare in front of me.
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The skinless man extended a hand to cynsa. If his twisted fingers seemed to
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have a strange magnetic force that attracted me to him, I felt that I
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could not resist, that I was about to be dragged by that terrifying creature.
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However, my fear prompted me to act no matter the danger. I
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jumped into the nearest window and jumped no matter what I was still on the
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second floor. As I hit the ground, I lost consciousness for a moment
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and when I finally regained consciousness, I was in a hospital with a cast
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arm. Because of the fall, he did not seem to have any other
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notable wounds, which was a relief. The doctors and nurses asked me what
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had happened and I told them my version of the story. However, their
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gazes of disbelief made me feel as if I were considered delusional. Shortly afterwards,
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police asked my version of the facts because I had been the only one
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who had managed to get out of that cursed house. The police report concluded
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that all of us had been attacked by a man in the house and that,
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unable to process what had happened, I had created a fictional story in
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my mind, but I knew that was not true. I knew that what
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I had experienced in that house had been realized. It could make me forget
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the grotesque image of the skinless man who had stalked me in the dark.
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Even though life continued. That experience left an indelible mark on my soul.
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I could never find the explanation of what really happened in that haunted house,
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whether the skinless man was a creation of my mind or something much darker and
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scarier. Therefore, terror was still part of my life, a shadow that
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could not escape and the haunted house remained an ominous mystery in the heart of
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our neighborhood. Over the years, Halloween became a date that I feared deeply.
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Every Halloween night, when shadows fell and the wind whispered, I could
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see it from a distance. That man, with his smile, macabre and
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exposed organs, looked at me from the dark and greeted me as if he
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knew that I remembered what I had seen. Even though no one else believed
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my story, I knew the truth was there, lurking in the shadows of
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that haunted house. The memory of that night continued to torment me and nothing
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could make me forget the reality I had witnessed in that twisted and terrifying world anonymous accounts