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Viví En El Pueblo De La Bruja ( Recopilación De Brujas #7 ) Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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The story I came to tell you today happened many years ago. He was
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twenty years old and it was within what a fairly ordinary person could fit.
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Still, I really thought my life would always be quiet and ordinary. However,
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as reality usually does, I fell like a bucket of cold water.
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That thought faded with the news of the death of my parents and little brothers,
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who had been attacked by a drunk driver. This driver, as if
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fate did not mock me enough, had left alive and without a scratch of
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the accident. After that fateful accident, I plunged into a deep depression that
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affected both my academic performance and my personal life. Which led to my partner
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finishing me just a year after what happened. To that was not the drop
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that filled the glass for me, for I even came to have thoughts that
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perhaps it would be better to finish everything. For my fortune, I counted
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on my friends, who, having all happened, decided to take a few
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days off from work, for the sole purpose of making sure that those thoughts
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not only did not happen, but never crossed my mind again. They knew
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how much he enjoyed camping, so they organized a trip to a distant forest,
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which, to tell the truth, was not what a camping area could
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say. But that did not prevent many young people like us from doing so
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from time to time I must admit that when they put the idea to me,
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I showed myself somewhat reluctant. I wasn' t in the mood for
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something like that. However, they insisted so much that I ended up accepting.
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One of the things I have come to blame for the most is why
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I was not firmer in my decision not to hear about it, we would
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not have experienced what, in my opinion, has been the most macabre experience
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ever experienced. It was a fresh autumn morning, when we started our journey
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to that forest. The sun was just beginning to appear in the tops of
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the trees painting a golden canvas over the landscape. The air was loaded with
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the earthy aroma of the forest and the melodious singing of the birds filled our
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ears. The road that led us to the heart of the forest. It
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was winding and picturesque bordered by majestic trees whose branches intertwined into a natural canopy.
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Every crispy leaf under our feet seemed to whisper words of encouragement as we
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moved forward toward our destiny. Finally we came to what we all thought was
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the perfect place, where camping the landscape was beautiful and there seemed to be
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no one who could bother us for miles. The tents were set up as
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small shelters. On the green canvas of the lawn, the wind whispered among
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the tall trees. To be honest, everything felt like I was really helping
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with my depression. My friends tried every detail to make this trip a great
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experience for me. They prepared a campfire in the center of the camp,
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creating a warm and cozy shelter in front of the cold night that was to
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come. Camping chairs surrounded the fire inviting us to share stories and laughter.
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As the sun faded on the horizon. The sky was tinted with pink and
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orange hues. The twilight enveloped the forest in a mystical atmosphere, awakening a
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sense of anticipation in the depths of my being the night approached bringing with me
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in s s s ons inside me, which did not please me, but
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since I did not want to sound like a bad friend, I did not
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say anything. We decided to go ahead and make that night an occasion to
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strengthen our friendship ties We took some beers out of the row and sat around
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the campfire, enjoying its warm glow. The sound of the roar of fire
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was mixed with our laughter and lively conversations. We share anecdotes from our years
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of friendship, remembering fun moments and shared experiences. We also decided to stir
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up emotion by telling horror stories, letting the darkness of the forest instill itself
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in our stories. The shadows were elongating as the night advanced and the last
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vestiges of light were extinguished on the horizon. With every chilling story, we
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felt the atmosphere burdened with expectation and a chill swept through our necks. Finally,
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when tiredness became evident on our faces. We decided to retire to our
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tents. I settled in my sleeping bag and closed my eyes waiting for the
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dream to wrap me. But then something broke the silence of the night.
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I heard soft whispers that seemed to crawl from the outside of my shop.
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At first I thought it was just a joke from some of my friends to
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try to scare me. I kept repeating to myself that I should just ignore
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it and surrender to the restful sleep. However, the whispers persisted gradually increasing
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in intensity. They were disturbing voices and whispers that pierced my ears like ice
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needles. A chill swept my back and felt a knot in my stomach,
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just as I was about to get up to confront my friends something unexpected.
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My tent happened, just like my companions' tents, it flew out suddenly
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and violently. The wind fled with force and exposed us in the middle of
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the darkness of the forest. Terror took over us. As we struggled to
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stand, we were stunned and bewildered. The worst, however, was hardly
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yet to come in the distance. Sinister laughter began to be heard, which
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seemed to be from women. They resounded in the air, mixing with the
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whispers that tormented our ears. As the whispers increased in intensity, one of
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my friends covered his ears in a desperate attempt to block those deafening sounds,
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but even so, the penetrating whispers became stronger and stronger. Filling the air
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with his evil presence. The situation blew up he saw untenable with fear as
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a guide, we decided that it would be best to leave that disturbing place
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and return to the security of civilization. We quickly began to pick up our
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belongings, packing our backpacks, as the tension continued to increase. It was
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at that moment of chaos that another of my friends, Toño, released a
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heartbreaking cry. Our eyes lay in the weeds, where the macabre faces of
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six satanic witches were seen, His looks loaded with malice and his twisted smiles
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stood in the middle of the only way that allowed us to escape. Terror
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gripped us as we realized that we were trapped surrounded by the sinister witches who
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watched us with inhuman eyes. The heartbeats of our hearts resounded in our ears.
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As we faced the cruel reality of our situation, panic prompted us to
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run in the opposite direction, moving further into the dark and dense labyrinth of
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the forest at every step. The whistling of the branches and the creaking of
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the dry leaves reminded us that we were at the mercy of that cursed place.
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With the passage of time, the sounds of the steps and voices of
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my friends faded away, leaving me alone in the midst of absolute darkness.
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The silence was oppressive, broken only by the echo of my own heartbeat.
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I was lost without knowing which path to take or how to find others.
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Every shadow that rose before me seemed to come to life of its own.
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I was filled with a horrible fear. The branches intertwined into twisted arches over
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my head, whispering sinister secrets in the wind. I felt like a prey
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in the middle of a macabre game. I fought the panic that threatened to
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paralyze me and made a decision, trust my instincts and find a way out
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of that dark maze. I moved forward with caution, bridging obstacles and avoiding
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the threatening shadows that seemed to move around me. Every step of the forest
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seemed to close around me, confusing me in a maze of twisted trees.
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My eyes searched the darkness for some sign longing to find one of my friends
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or at least a way out. But silence reigned, interrupted only by persistent
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whispers rising from the shadows. After a while, the whispers again became audible,
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filling the air with their malevolence. However, this time an incandescent light
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was glimpsed far away in the midst of the darkness of the forest. Hope
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lit up in my chest, with the defeat of me that it could be
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the campfire of other campers who could help me, I hastened the step towards
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that light, wishing to find company and protection. But as I approached the
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panorama it rebelled before my eyes in a scene that exceeded all logic and reason.
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It was not a group of campers, but a circle of witches,
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their dark and dark figures. Highlighting against the brightness of the flames. The
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witches danced with macabre grace around a bonfire, their black robes sounding in the
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wind, while singing incomprehensible songs. Their twisted bodies moved in a malignant choreography.
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His gestures and looks loaded with a dark power. The smell of incense
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and smoke filled the air Wrapping me in a suffocating embrace. Enigmatic symbols decorated
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the soil drawn with ash and blood. I could not turn my gaze away,
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though horror and fascination interwoven in my mind, as the witches continued their
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macabre dance. I felt trapped in a nightmare I couldn' t escape.
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Each movement, every word resounded in my being with palpable malignancy. I wondered
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if you would be aware of my presence or yes, for them I was
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just another unnoticed spectator. It was then, in the midst of that sinister
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trance, that I felt a hand standing on my shoulder I turned startled,
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believing that the witches had found me. However, reality smiled at me.
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For the first time it was one of my friends who, like the others,
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was there horrified by the scene before us, but one of our companions
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was missing. We looked at ourselves with fear reflected in our eyes, trying
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to understand the gravity of the situation, the ritual that unfolded before us.
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It seemed to have a dark and sinister purpose. Every gesture, every spoken
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word hinted a power beyond our comprehension. With caution, we decided to move
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away in silence, without wanting to interrupt that macabre ritual. We went further
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into the forest, looking for a safe place to hide and draw up a
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plan to find our missing friend. The whisper of the wind became our only
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companion. As we advanced in the darkness, every gnashing of leaves and shadow
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moving in the corner of our eyes fed our paranoia. We knew we couldn
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' t give up, we had to find our friend and escape from that
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cursed forest. The night lengthened and fear embraced us in its cold claws,
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but we stayed united, determined to face any challenge that might arise. We
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knew that the road ahead would be arduous and full of dangers, but we
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were also willing to fight for our survival and to rescue our lost friend.
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As we desperately sought the way out of the forest, we stumbled upon an
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extremely deteriorated hut amidst the thick foliage, the wood creaked under our feet and
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part of the roof was crumbling, as if the passage of time and negligence
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had left its indelible mark. In that place, forgotten, my friend Autumn
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approached the window cautiously and looked out to explore the interior of the cabin.
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His scream of surprise and Alivio filled the air when he uttered the name of
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our lost friend, calling him from within. Our hearts were beating with renewed
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hope. As we ran closer as we entered the cabin, our eyes met
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with a terrifying scene. Our lost friend, Alexander, sat on his back
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to us with his gaze fixed on the dark ground, even though we spoke
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a man desperately seemed to be in a deep trance, unable to hear our
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distressed voices. As we approached, we illuminated Alexander directly with our lanterns,
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revealing with horror what was happening. Our friend was frantically scratching the floor with
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his nails that were already bleeding from the relentless effort. His face was detached,
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lost in a state of incomprehensible obsession. In the middle of dust and
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debris. We noticed that Alexander was drawing a strange and unknown symbol on the
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ground. It was a figure formed by interlaced lines and curves, dark that
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seemed to contain a hidden and ancient power. The symbol was a combination of
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shapes and patterns, an amalgam of winding lines and inverted triangles. It seemed
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to emanate a disturbing energy and its meaning was completely unknown to us. Each
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stroke was made with almost obsessive precision, as if Alexander were under an influence
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that went beyond his own will. The symbol took shape before our eyes,
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revealing its complexity and macaba beauty was a combination of intertwined spirals, forming a
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series of knots and connecting points that seemed to challenge logic and reason. Every
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detail was imbued with an ancient and unknown aura, a mystical presence that enfolded
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us with its ominous intensity. As the image was completed, a chill swept
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through my back. That symbol was something I had never seen before, neither
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in books, nor in myths or legends. It was a unique creation,
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a manifestation of an arcane knowledge that challenged our understanding. My friend tried to
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stop him by approach with caution, but Alexander issued a threatening grunt and violently
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pushed him away. His gaze was empty without recognition, as if he were
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trapped in an alternate reality where there was only the task of drawing the symbol.
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Disconcerted and terrified, we observed impotent as Alexander continued to draw the symbol
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with his bloody nails. Time seemed to stop in that dark corner of the
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cabin and every scratch sounded like a creepy echo. In our minds we remain
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silent, captive to his mystery and hidden power. No one knew what to
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do to get our friend out of that trance and, for my part,
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I could never forget that symbol, which was engraved in my mind as a
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gloomy of the unknown and the unfathomable. In a final attempt to break Alexander
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' s obsessive spiral, one of our friends decided to take risks and grabbed
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him by the shoulders trying to shake him. Out of his trance, but
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instead of an answer, he only received a threatening grunt and an empty,
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inhuman look. In the midst of our despair, we realized that our main
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objective should be to get Alexander out of that catatonic state and find a way
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to escape from the cursed forest, so we made the decision to submit him
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to take him away as we left the cabin. Uncertainty and fear were gathering
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within us, but the determination to rescue our friend was strengthened with dawn.
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The first rays of the sun began to filter between the treetops, timidly illuminating
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the way back. Following the light and the sense of relief that flooded us,
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we managed to find our way back to civilization. A mixture of relief
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and grief took over us. Although we had managed to get out of the
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cursed forest, the trauma and mystery that had enveloped us persisted. Our friend
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Alejandro was never the same again. After that terrifying episode, her incessant spankings
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and the presence of the witches had become her constant companionship. In an attempt
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to help Alejandro, we visited hospitals and specialists looking for answers and solutions to
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his condition. However, his mind had broken unable to get rid of the
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horrors lived in the forest. He ended up being held in a psychiatric hospital
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fighting the shadows that were chasing him desperate. We try to visit him in
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the hospital to give him our apoto and understanding. However, on one of
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those visits, Alexander welcomed us with a look full of anger and resentment.
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His words were an amalgam of delirium and accusation, blaming us for dragging him
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into that hellhole in the woods. He told us that the witches were always
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with him, stalking him from the shadows of his fragmented mind. He claimed
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that they would never abandon him, a perpetual curse that tormented him day and
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night. His anger focused on me, for he felt it was my fault
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that we had gone to the forest that I had unleashed. His misfortune,
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his words were filled with violence and despair, and his behavior became more and
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more aggressive. The hospital staff were forced to take drastic measures to protect the
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other patients and decided themselves that it was better for me not to go back
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to that of the R in the care of mental health professionals. Every time
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I tell our story, unbelief is reflected in the faces of those who listen
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to me. However, I know, deep down in my being that everything
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we lived was real. The witches, the whispers, the macabre symbol and
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the doom of our friend. It is an experience that has left an indelible
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scar on my soul. And despite the disbelief and denial I face, I
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keep remembering that fateful night in the woods and every time I do, the
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burden of horror and guilt overwhelms me. I wonder if we could have done
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something different, if there were signs we ignored or if we were simply victims
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of dark forces beyond our control. My heart is filled with sadness every time
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I think of Alexander, trapped in his own torment. It hurts me not
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to be able to do more for him, not be able to alleviate his
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suffering or undo the knot of guilt that clings to me. Today, when
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I tell our story, I do so in the hope that someone can understand,
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that there is someone who believes in the reality of those creepy events,
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because, although witches and their whispers continue to be part of Alexander' s
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nightmare, I know that we live something beyond our comprehension, something that left
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invisible but deep scars in our lives. During my early years I lived a
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happy childhood with my parents and siblings, or at least that' s what
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I can remember. I grew up in a rural village where everyone in the
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village knew each other. We were a small community united by our traditions and
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customs. However, everything changed in a night that still tormented me, the
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cold night of October, involved the small and remote rural town of Mexico where
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I grew up. It was a remote place, almost forgotten by the outside
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world. There was no electricity or amenities to be found in the nearby villages.
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I was far from civilization, but to me it was my home,
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which I still remember with affection. I remember the day of the dead approaching.
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My older sister was pregnant and about to give birth we were all excited
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to meet the new family member. I, in particular, felt happy to
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become an uncle, but joy soon turned into despair and sadness. It was
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a dark and silent night. When my sister started having contractions, she was
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home alone, as her husband was working in the field. Like many others,
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he tried to go in search of the part of the village, but
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the pain did not allow him to take a step outside the house. No
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other choice. She was forced to face childbirth herself. Years later he told
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me it was a painful and terrifying experience. When he finally held his baby
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in his arms, he thought all the torment had been worth it. The
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penalty was exhausted. I barely had the strength to stand up. She lay
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down on the bed with her little girl next to her and after a while
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fell asleep. Suddenly, a loud sound resonated outside his home. He woke
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up suddenly and confused. He thought it was an inn on the plate ceiling,
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but soon that sound was accompanied by incomprehensible laughter and whispers. It was
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as if someone was playing a tape at great speed, but in reverse,
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the sound penetrated his ears, provoking an indescribable fear. My sister at Gerra
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tried to ignore the chilling sounds, but they became more intense and persistent.
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The air became dense and charged as if an evil presence had taken over the
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place. The shadows moved unusually by dancing on the walls and forming grotesque figures
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that seemed to haunt her. The little girl who had been sleeping peacefully began
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to weep uncompromisingly. Their cries mingled with the strange sounds that filled the house.
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My sister, now in panic, tried to calm her baby, but
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her efforts seemed useless. The room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, as
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if something was trying to suffocate them. The steps began to sound on the
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foil, but the more I listened to them the more they seemed to him
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that they resembled more human steps. The creature seemed to descend from the roof
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and my sister, terrified, was clinging to her baby. That' s
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when a mysterious and horrifying old woman. He showed up at the door.
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He was wearing a black hood that he was hiding. His face was deformed
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and wrinkled, he had only one eye and his appearance was repulsive. The
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old woman advanced to my sister, whose eyes reflected the absolute horror. The
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child I was at the time was not prepared to find my sister in that
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state. I had gone to look for her because her husband had told her
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that she would be late for work and my parents thought that, due to
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her pregnancy, it would be best if she spent the night with us.
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When I got home, I found the door open, I went in and
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there was my sister in a state of choc holding a blanket soaked in blood.
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His empty eyes found me and his face showed the deepest terror than the
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one he had ever seen. My legs were shaking as I watched the scene
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in the room. Every detail of that moment was engraved in my mind as
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an unforgettable memory of horror, and my sister' s expression was of absolute
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terror. His disorbited eyes reflected the deepest panic that his voice had ever witnessed,
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broken by hysteria, he desperately shouted at me not to approach or harm
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his baby. As I pressed hard that bloody blanket that once covered the newborn,
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I felt helpless without knowing what to do to help my sister. Every
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attempt to approach me only increased their fear and anguish. While repeating over and
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over again that I walked away and didn' t hurt your baby. His
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voice was a heartbreaking echo. In the middle of the darkness around us.
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In the midst of confusion and fear, my eyes turned to one of the
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windows in the room. In an instant, I thought I glimpsed the ugly
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face of the hooded old woman, who seemed to spy from the dark.
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His gaze was perverse and his presence filled the air with insurmountable discomfort. However,
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before I could react, it faded into the blackness of the night,
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leaving me with a feeling of restlessness and chills, touring my back. It
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took long minutes that seemed like an eternity, until finally my sister managed to
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calm down enough so that she could take her with our parents. I remember
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that even in my disbelief I reviewed the blanket my sister held only to rectify
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that there was nothing but blood in it. We left that house through the
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village wrapped in an atmosphere of restlessness and fear. The road to my parents
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' house was like a dark and silent journey. The wind was blowing ers
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with a sinister howl, as if it were loaded with the malevolent presence that
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had stalked my sister. Every shadow that rose on the road seemed to come
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to life and my ears remained alert to any unusual sound. We finally got
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to our parents' house. My father was asleep, but listening to my
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mother' s fuss, he woke up. They both questioned what had happened.
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That' s when I knew exactly what had happened before I found her.
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All that he told as he held tightly that bloody cobig, in which
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there was no trace of his baby. However, in my sister' s
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Choc state, she thought she was holding her baby. The news of what
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happened spread rapidly among the people and a sense of despair and paranoia seized its
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inhabitants. The nights became even darker, with an oppressive silence that was only
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interrupted by the murmurs and sighs of those who feared for their safety and that
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of their loved ones. The houses remained locked throughout the day, while at
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night families gathered around bonfires to try to drive away evil spirits. The streets
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were deserted and the shops remained closed, submerging the people in a state of
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isolation and constant fear. The local authorities were overwhelmed by reports of sightings of
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the Witch and by the testimonies of those who claimed to have witnessed its terrible
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acts. But little could be done, as superstition and fear had clouded the
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judgment of many and mistrust had become part of everyday life. The disappearance of
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newborns became an everyday thing, submerging us in overwhelming fear. Terror clinged to
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every corner and the town began to slowly empty, becoming a desolate place that
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looked like a ghost town. My sister and brother- in- law also
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made the decision to leave town. My sister was so upset that they couldn
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' t stay any longer. However, my father refused to leave his home
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clinging to its roots. He had lived there all his life and no witch
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could separate him from his land. Little by little, people left the village
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until I became the youngest remaining person. But among the few remaining inhabitants was
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a young woman named Guadalupe, who had recently given birth. She longed to
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leave the village, but her resources were so precarious that she had nowhere to
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go. He didn' t want his baby to run the same fate as
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the others. So he used his knowledge of witchcraft and sancteria to protect him.
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He always kept his baby inside a circle of salt which had worked until
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then. One night, when the moon was hidden in dense clouds, Guadalupe
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heard a creak outside her house. The dogs of the village fled feeling the
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arrival of the malevolent presence. Fearing for the safety of her baby, Guadalupe
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grabbed a rosary with strength and began to pray aloud, invoking the protection of
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the Virgin Mary and all the saints she knew. Darkness became more intense and
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shadows twisted on the ground, dancing with every word uttering a nauseating smell.
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He filled the air, imbuing it with the scent of evil. The house
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trembled as if it was being shaken by a supernatural force. Suddenly, the
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door began to crack violently, as if something were trying to open it from
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the outside. The lupe held on to his baby, protecting him with his
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body, as he continued to pray with unshakeable faith. The sound of the
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cracking became louder and the door seemed to be yielding under pressure. The witch,
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wearing her black hood and her penetrating eye, looked out of the crevice
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that she had managed to open at the door. Her sinister laughter filled the
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room by sending chills in Guadalupe' s back, but she didn' t
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stop. His prayers were his shield and his sword. In the middle of
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darkness. With every word spoken, the light of the rosary shone more intensely,
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wrapping Guadalupe and her baby in a warm and sacred protection. The witch
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seemed increasingly frustrated and her attempts to enter the house became more desperate. Guadalupe
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was able to see how the witch' s claws tried to reach her spreading
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from the crack of the door, but her Faith was stronger and with a
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trembling voice, but determined, She continued praying without rest. The minutes became
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eternal, while Guadalupe made every effort to keep it from entering. Finally,
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when the first rays of the sun began to appear on the horizon, the
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evil presence faded into a dark smoke, as if the light of day rejected
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it. Guadalupe fell on her knees, exhausted, but relieved that the nightmare
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was over. She hugged her baby with grateful tenderness that she was safe.
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The room was quiet. The air was now pure and peace had returned to
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the small home. After that experience, the sightings of the Witch ceased for
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a couple of days. We even came to think that that nightmare had finally
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ended one evening. While I was shepherding my sheep, it' s ragged.
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I felt the atmosphere getting heavy. Fear took hold of me, but
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I didn' t want to leave the sheep. Because of the fear of
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my father' s reprimand, I hastened to gather them together, but suddenly
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I heard that horrible distorted voice far from the field where the sheep were grazing,
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I stopped and watched a female figure staring at me, my vision became
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blurred and every blink seemed to bring it closer. I struggled to clarify my
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vision, but the woman continued to approach without pause. Fear was clinging to
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me and that was the last clear memory I kept of that day. The
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time had passed strangely, which for the rest of the people seemed like whole
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days. For me it had been only a couple of hours in a state
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of confusion and disorientation. My parents were desperate to find me, and they
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had organized search groups to search the town and its surroundings in search of some
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clue as to my whereabouts. One night, while the moon was hiding in
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the clouds, I woke up in the middle of the field where I used
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to shepherd the sheep. The cold of the night warmed me to my bones
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and the feeling of disorientation was overwhelming. I didn' t remember how I
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got there, as I said before, it had only been a few hours
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for me. I felt as if I had been dragged into a world of
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nightmare and was struggling to return to reality. I searched for the sheep around
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me, but there was no trace of them. I felt guilty and worried,
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but I was too stunned to understand what had happened. I walked a
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little while trying to find some sign that would show me how to go home,
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but I felt like a sleepwalker without control over my own steps. My
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head was beating in pain and my heart was pounding. In my chest,
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the images of that feminine figure and distorted voice returned to my mind, but
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I did not know whether they had been real or the product of my tormented
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imagination. I took my hands to my head trying to calm the whirlwind of
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thoughts. The silence of the night was interrupted by the sound of my own
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steps, which mingled with the whisper of the wind among the nearby trees.
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The darkness of the field was becoming denser and denser, making me feel like
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I was submerged in a sea of shadows. The paranoia and the feeling of
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being observed invaded me and every little noise made me jump out of fear.
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Although I do not fully remember what happened after that day, my parents told
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me about the events. Once I regained consciousness. A week later I woke
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up in bed, handcuffed and accused of being involved in the abduction of a
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minor. I tried to remember, but beyond the figure in the field,
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I only had brief flashes of being in a kind of cave. I remembered
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a horrible smell and then the image of that old woman raising my head and
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then forcing me to drink a brew of disgusting flavor while reciting Latin words.
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These are the most vivid memories I have, in addition to when I woke
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up in the field, but the following are simply blurry images of the mountain
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and parts of the village. My parents took care of keeping me up to
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date on what happened. Turns out I went into the House of Guadalupe,
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who had a good relationship with me and didn' t see me as a
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threat to her or her baby. Taking advantage of Guadeloupe' s carelessness,
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I took the baby out of his crib and ran out of the house.
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Guadalupe noticed and began to see me keep alerting the few people who were still
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in the village demanded that I stop, as I was heading straight for the
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hill, where it was said that the witch was. Despite my young age,
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I was running with a surprising speed, which made it impossible for them
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to reach me. I arrived at the foot of the hill, where that
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old woman stood silently. Villagers from a distance watched her hand over the baby
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to the old woman. She, with the baby in her arms, ran
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into the hill, disappearing into thickness. Before the inhabitants could arrive. The
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locals were shocked, unable to understand what they had just witnessed. Guadalupe'
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s tears were mixed with cries of despair. While she was begging for her
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baby' s life. I stood still, as Guadalupe pushed me and complained
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to me in sobs, wondering why I had done it. But before I
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could answer, I fell to the ground, suffering from a seizure of epilepsy,
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the few inhabitants of the village held on to the hope that there was
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still time to save the child and prepared to enter the dark hill in search
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of the old woman and her terrible lair. However, no matter how much
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they sought, no one ever heard of Guadalupe’ s baby again. My
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parents tried to convince the authorities that I had no involvement in the crimes,
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but fear and paranoia in the village had reached their peak. The accusations without
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concrete evidence multiplied and I was pointed out as the scapegoat of the horrors that
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had haunted the people for so long. My trial was quick and unfair.
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The evidence against me was scarce and circumstantial. I was sentenced to juvenile correctional
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until I reached the age of majority for crimes I never committed. During the
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years I spent in prison, the people sank even deeper into the darkness.
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The Witch had left its indelible mark and terror took root in the hearts of
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every inhabitant. Despite not being able to remember anything clearly and to know what
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she acted impelled by that witch. I' ve always felt guilty for giving
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Guadalupe' s baby to that woman. The burden of guilt accompanies me and
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the memory of that incident pursues. Each of my thoughts continued to occur,
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misfortunes in the Witch' s village and the legend of its curse spread beyond
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the limits of the small place. That place became a place forgotten and feared
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by travelers, who avoided passing near their lands. Rumors of the evil witch,
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who steals drinking and sowed terror, spread even in other nearby towns and
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cities. My family was stigmatized by my fault and became the target of accusing
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glances and malicious murmurs left the town in search of a new beginning. Far
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from the painful memories that had consumed it. After that fateful event, the
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few people who had remained in the village also abandoned him. The place became
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an authentic ghost town, where only the echoes of the past and the emptiness
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of what once was a prosperous community remained. In time, some brave men
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tried to confront the Witch, organizing expeditions to enter the hill where it was
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said that he lived. Some claimed to have seen strange lights and heard diabolical
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laughter on darker nights. However, no one returned with concrete evidence of their
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existence and legend remained like that a legend. I have always been an unusual
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child, despite having at my disposal all the electronic devices that would be the
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dream of every child, to me, in particular it was not something that
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caught my attention. I preferred to go out with nature and run for hours,
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which, living in the city, were few places where I could live
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with nature, just as I would like, so I remember that on a
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summer vacation, my parents proposed to me to go spend that vacation at my
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uncle Arthur' s ranch. My Uncle Arthur was a complete stranger to me
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and at fourteen years old he had never been present in my life. For
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the only reason he knew his existence was because he sent a wooden figure hand
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- carved by different animal handles on each holiday. Over the years I had
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generated a good collection of figures, which adorned my room. My parents never
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mentioned anything about him, because he had gone so far away from the family.
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They just said he' d prefer things to be that way. With
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that precarious information, I decided to accept the proposal to spend the holidays with
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him. After all, I wanted him to teach me how to carve those
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beautiful figures. The first few days were pleasant within what fit, Although my
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uncle' s ranch fulfilled everything he might want to do with being in contact
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with nature, my uncle was somewhat hostile and somewhat rude to me. It
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was evident that he did not have much communication with people, except when buying
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food for his animals or for himself, so our conversations used to be quite
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sharp. I also had a strange curfew rule, which was that after nine
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o' clock at night it was forbidden to leave my room and I couldn
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' t have the lights on either. That was a nuisance to me,
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but I was never someone who questioned the authority of adults, so I always
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complied with that order. One night, however, I woke up at three,
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thirty- three a m I was very thirsty so by being late I
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thought my uncle would already be asleep and wouldn' t notice if he came
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out of my room to get some water. I left my room straight into
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the kitchen, nothing seemed to be out of place, so I just took
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the water I wanted. However, while I was taking it, I looked
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out the kitchen window, which was right into the cowyard. That' s
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when my eyes crossed over to the scariest nightmare being I' ve ever seen
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in the dark. I wasn' t allowed to see it in detail.
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However, I still remember perfectly. Not little I saw It was a creature
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standing on two legs. Looking directly at my direction. At first I thought
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it might be a dog, but that was impossible, since it was too
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big to be one, not to mention that the little light that gave it
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showed that it was clean and besides, no ears were seen anywhere. I
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dropped the glass from my hands while I screamed loudly, which alerted my uncle.
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I could hear his steps approaching, but when he arrived in the kitchen,
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that horrible creature was no longer where he had seen it. With a
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trembling voice and almost on the verge of crying, I tried to explain to
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my uncle what I had seen. However, nothing I could say seemed to
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be understandable to him. The only thing I could understand was that I pointed
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to the window and said I was outside. My uncle looked out the window
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and what he told me makes me freeze my blood. To this day,
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he assured me with all the quietness of the world that that thing was not
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outside. More like what came was more than a reflection behind me. I
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remember looking behind me in horror and, to my luck, there was nothing.
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There I questioned the reason why I was so calm, more knowing that
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that thing would not only be inside the house, but it was behind me,
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I felt that I was going into paranoia and that I was going crazy.
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However, my uncle tried to calm me down. He told me it
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wasn' t with me, so he couldn' t do anything to me
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and as far as he was protected, he told me that while he slightly
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shook the necklace on his neck. That answer, although it calmed me slightly,
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was not enough for cal mnr, so my uncle asked me to go
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to sleep, because while it was night, that being would walk around the
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house and if I didn' t want to see him again, it would
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be better if I didn' t go out again. For my part,
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I didn' t want to go to sleep. In fact, I didn
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' t want to stay one more night in that house, knowing that thing
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was in the house and my uncle didn' t consent. My uncle just
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told me that if I went to sleep, he promised to tell me everything
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calmly. The next day, at the same time that he took off one
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of his bracelets and gave it to me promising that even if this thing wanted
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to approach, I couldn' t for the bracelet. I didn' t
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believe much in this, but I knew I wouldn' t get anything else
47:45
at the time, so I decided to take her word for it and go
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to sleep. I didn' t get much sleep that night. I woke
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up every time I heard a noise. I got up early with the first
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rays of the sun and when I got to the kitchen or or or,
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the guy was already there. I sat down at the table with him and
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returned his bracelet. That was when he began his account, remembering his childhood,
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when he was only nine years old. He told me that although his
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family was not rich, they always managed to make a trip. During the
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summer vacation that year, in particular, they visited a picturesque village of which
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they did not want to give me many details or even the name. Although
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the holidays had been fun in general, there was a particular day that marked
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his life forever. On that day his father woke him up early in the
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morning to take him home. His father was a man of traditional ideas and
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believed that the house was a sport that every man should practice. Refusing his
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father' s invitation was unthinkable, so he ended up accepting. Even if
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he wasn' t too excited about the idea. The hunt went on without
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major setbacks and tells me that he even managed to shoot and hit his first
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rabbit. But as the day progressed, his father began to drink too much.
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On the way back they met an extremely thin old man who walked with
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difficulty leaning on a cane made of reed. He was wearing blanket clothes and
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the most shocking thing of all was that one of his eyes was empty,
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as if his pupil had been ripped off. The old man looked directly at
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his father, who had always been haughty and overbearing, but now, under
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the effects of alcohol, he became even more unpleasant. His father began to
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insult the old man, mocking his appearance and clothes. The old man only
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looked at him with bewilderment and rage on his face, without responding to insults
49:53
with something to think about in his words. My uncle admitted to having laughed
49:57
at some of his father' s mockery, but there came a point where
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the old man tried to follow his way and his father stopped him abruptly pulling
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his shirt. At that time, the old man slipped and fell to the
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ground. He rose quickly and uttered words in an unknown language, threatening his
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father and claiming that his proud soul would not pass from that night. My
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uncle says he felt like a big weight was lying on his shoulders. Listening
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to the old man’ s words, the atmosphere became dense and oppressive.
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And his astonished father kept silent and simply pulled my uncle away from that old
50:38
man, for, in his words, he was not worth it. He
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forbade him from telling his mother or brothers about what happened, which he did
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to. But the next day his father didn' t wake up. He
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had died during the night without any apparent explanation. The vacation ended to gross
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that same day, as for obvious reasons, they had to move their father
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’ s body for the wake. No one dared mention what happened and the
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fear that his mother might blame him for the death of his father. He
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kept it silent, not to mention that he did not believe that the old
51:19
man was the real reason for his father’ s loss. But losing his
51:22
father was just the beginning of a nightmare that seemed to have no end.
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My uncle had no idea that that old man had not only killed his father
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' s life, but had also reserved for him a fate worse than death.
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The first event my uncle remembers happened at his father' s funeral.
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This one waited for everyone to retire so that the coffin would remain alone so
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that he could see it. One more time. It was an open casket
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and he said that his fragile nine- year- old made him think that
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maybe he was just asleep, so he came down and asked him to please
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wake up. However, when he laid his eyes on his father’ s
52:05
face, he swore to me by his life that he saw how he opened
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his eyes and looked directly at him. An exaggerated and inhuman smile was engraved
52:15
on his face. That iced his blood, He cried out drawing everyone'
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s attention, but all he managed to do was be reprimanded for not respecting
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the dead. That event left him traumatized and from then on, to be
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able to sleep, he built a fort with his blankets where he put all
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the images of saints and religious figures he found in his house, since that
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was the only way he managed to fall asleep, even for an hour,
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because he often heard blows in his window and a voice that, although it
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resembled that of his father, knew that it could not be him. He
52:55
says that the voice begged him to let him in, but he was convinced
53:00
that it was not his father who was speaking to him. However, all
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those experiences paled in comparison to what he used to call the dog without ears.
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He tells me that one night he woke up very agitated since his father
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' s death. The nightmares had become a constant in his life, although
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he often did not remember exactly that he dreamed, he only knew that he
53:28
woke up to the edge of tears. That night, in particular, he
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rose from bed urgently to go to the bathroom. He tells me that he
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tried with all his might to contain himself, but finally he could not,
53:42
so, surrendering he ran to the bathroom. Upon returning, he told me
53:45
that I had to cross a long corridor leading to the living room and there
53:52
with a glance he reached to see a gigantic silhouette. Instinctively he turned his
53:58
head to meet face to face with a huge dog or at least his anatomy
54:02
was mostly canine. However, he was standing on his hind legs, standing
54:08
without a single trace of hair. Her skin was so white that you could
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see her veins running all over her body. He was so skinny that his
54:19
bones were sticking out like he was just skin and bone. But the scariest
54:23
thing of all was that it had no ears, both walking and human.
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The fear took hold of him and before that hideous dog cried out a terrifying
54:34
scream, my uncle ran at full speed into his room. He locked himself
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in and got into his blanket fort and began to pray all night long.
54:45
My uncle could hear that being scratching the door trying to get in at dawn.
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He found scratches in the wood of the door as a sinister confirmation that
54:57
it had not been a hallucination. From that day on, the hellish dog
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began to stalk him and torment him without rest. It didn' t matter
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where my uncle met or who he was. I could always see that hideous,
55:13
hideous dog. The funny thing was that no one else seemed to notice
55:16
his presence. Even at times that dog mocked him, waving at him with
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a gesture that seemed like a cruel mockery of his person. The nightmares became
55:28
more intense, as did the man in the window, not only did he
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hit the glass, but he seemed violently whipped against the glass. Demanding my
55:38
uncle let him in. It was amazing that no one else in the house
55:45
seemed to listen to that man. He felt like he was going crazy.
55:49
Despair and lack of sleep exhausted me one night in the middle of the morning.
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The knocks on his window started like every night this day. He says
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he still doesn' t understand the reasons why he did what he did,
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so he blames him for his exhaustion and despair. He rose furious from bed
56:07
without thinking about the consequences, opened the window and demanded that he leave him
56:14
alone. A grave silence invaded the atmosphere for a few seconds. The man
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was no longer there, but the calm quickly faded when a gust of wind
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entered through the window accompanied by a horrible scream of ultra- tumba. In
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an instant, he found himself on the ground held by a man who in
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many respects was identical to his late father, except by his eyes. One
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of them was empty, as if a part of his soul had been snatched
56:46
away. That entity held her neck as she laughed in a creepy way,
56:52
until she finally lost consciousness. He woke up the next day on the floor
56:58
of his room, culon cubien la for a blackish and sticky substance. From
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that day he completely lost his appetite. The only thing he could do without
57:09
feeling bad was lie down, as he felt his body so weak that even
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breathing became exhausting for him. She remembers how her mother was greatly distressed.
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He took him to multiple specialists, but none could find an explanation for his
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deterioration. That' s when a woman on the street looked at them horrified.
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My uncle said he was honest with me. She doesn' t remember
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much about that woman, for by that time her memories were rather diffuse,
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but she seemed to be familiar with Santeria and white magic, so she decided
57:47
to help her. However, after many days of effort and cleanness, the
57:52
woman discovered that the curse imposed by that man was so powerful that it could
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not be removed, so or all she could do for him was make a
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necklace, as well as some obsidian elaborate bracelets. Her daughter warned her that
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under no circumstances should she remove it, otherwise the disease would consume it again
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and perhaps not run with the same fate to endure it. My uncle told
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me that for the next few years, that woman tried to help him get
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rid of that curse completely, but despite everything, she was still able to
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see the dog on occasion and hear the man knock on her window. Even
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so, he has learned to live with it, accepting that his life will
58:37
be marked by these supernatural shadows. The woman helped him as far as she
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could. However, she had died a few years ago and after her death,
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he had given up getting rid of all that despite not having managed to
58:52
completely free him from the curse, giving him a minimum of relief and hope
58:57
in his life. The reason he had moved away from the family was because
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he didn' t want anyone from us to have to deal with his curse.
59:07
He still continues to fight the horrors that haunt him and resist the darkness
59:12
that seeks to consume him. Over the years, he has learned to face
59:15
and ignore these evil presences. He knows that as long as he has his
59:22
obsidian necklace and the protections it provides, those presences will not be able to
59:25
touch him. After my uncle finished his story, he gave me a choice
59:30
to go home if I wanted to. However, I decided not to do
59:35
so and from that time I decided that I would not leave him. Just
59:38
what I' m still visiting him for. From time to time as a
59:46
child, I never met any relatives outside of my parents. I knew my
59:52
mother' s parents had died before I was born and she had no siblings
59:55
or anything like that, so on that side of the family, I knew
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I had no one on my father' s side. I knew I had
1:00:05
some relatives living in the United States. My father was born there, but
1:00:10
apparently, on a visit to Mexico he had met my mother and decided to
1:00:15
stay here to tell the truth. He doesn' t know any relatives.
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It wasn' t something that took my sleep away at night, so I
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never asked much about it. It was not until I was thirteen years old
1:00:30
that I not only brought physical changes, but also changes to my home,
1:00:34
as one day, when I returned from school, I found the news that
1:00:37
my grandfather had come from the United States. No one argued much with me
1:00:44
about the motives, but a few days later, by the words of my
1:00:49
grandfather, I knew that my grandmother had died like this a few months ago,
1:00:53
and that her last will had been to scatter her ashes on the land
1:00:58
that had seen her grow. I remember thinking that was absurd, since Grandma
1:01:01
would never know if her ashes were scattered here or anywhere. But I also
1:01:07
assumed they were things that might only make sense to me when I was older
1:01:12
than I was almost thirty years old. I' m so sorry I was
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so stupid at the time when my only personality was being a stupid teenager.
1:01:23
I remember being extremely upset because, having no more rooms available, my grandfather
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had to stay in my room during his stay. Because of his age,
1:01:35
he was supposed to sleep in my bed. And as his stay extended for
1:01:38
several months until winter came, sleeping on the floor was much more uncomfortable for
1:01:43
me. I remember Grandpa used to sit on the edge of the bed.
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For several hours. I questioned that to my father, but he just told
1:01:53
me that this was because he probably missed Grandma a lot. As the days
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passed, my grandfather' s presence ceased to be new. One night,
1:02:06
my parents had to work late, so they called me to warn me that
1:02:09
they wouldn' t arrive until I was asleep. I was asked to obey
1:02:15
Grandpa, so I decided to take that news quietly. After all, my
1:02:22
parents had told me we could have pizza for dinner. When the pizza arrived,
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I took a couple slices and prepared to eat in front of the TV.
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My grandfather did the same thing and now that I think about it better,
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I think he thought it was the perfect time to create some kind of
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bond. That night they had announced in the TV guide that they would broadcast
1:02:45
a horror movie that I wanted to watch for a long time, so I
1:02:50
thought I couldn' t be more perfect The film was, to say the
1:02:57
least boring and disappointing for me n n or even my grandfather pointed out that
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that had been a total waste of time. I just told her that at
1:03:06
least the witch looked realistic. Upon hearing my comment, he let go of
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a fake laugh and said that the real witches were not so that, in
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fact, the real witches could look like anyone who could find me on the
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street. That statement seemed a little strange to me. Despite being a horror
1:03:29
movie lover, I didn' t believe in anything paranormal. After all,
1:03:35
it was nothing more than special effects or events that had occurred because of the
1:03:38
suggestion of those who claimed to have lived them with the safety that only an
1:03:45
inexperienced teenager could have. I told him they could look like anyone could imagine
1:03:51
them, because it wasn' t like they really existed. As soon as
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I said that, the expression on my grandfather' s face changed for the
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first time since he had arrived. He seemed more disappointed than anything else.
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He questioned the reason why I was so sure of my words, to which
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with a certain arrogance, I replied that I had stopped believing in things like
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coconut since I was five years old. My grandfather looked at me and,
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with some certainty in his tone of voice, told me that he should not
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be so sure of subjects he was completely unaware of. I accepted with a
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slight and somewhat laughable challenger and said it was okay. While changing the TV
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channels again. When out of nowhere my grandfather began to relate, his first
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words were to tell me his age, which at that time was eight years
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old. He also told me that he and his family used to move constantly.
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He added that his father was a single man, who worked hard to
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keep him and his three little sisters, who were six years old and the
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younger ones were a pair of twins of only four years old, so,
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being the older brother, they depended entirely on him to take care of them.
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He told me that one day his father informed him that they should move,
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but that that time it would be different from the others, because instead
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of moving to the common reduced spaces, to which they were accustomed. This
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time it was nothing more and nothing less than an authentic house, which was
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so spacious that even he could have his own room, which he had been
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excited about, particularly without mentioning that his father had gotten a good deal so
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that the rent would be much cheaper. In the first instance, it seemed
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to be the ideal place. However, from the moment he got out of
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the car, he knew there was something wrong. My grandfather said that when
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his things were coming down from the car, he noticed as the neighbor of
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the house next door, whose house was in fact attached to his own and
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whose gardens only divided them by a very old wooden fence. He seemed to
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be watching them behind the curtains of his house. My grandfather says I couldn
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' t see it clearly, as only the curtains were ajar. However,
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one thing that stood out was that she was an old woman whose hair was
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very upset and sponged. His gaze troubled him, but by not wanting to
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make a fuss, he simply chose to ignore it. However, from the
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first night the paranormal events became present. She tells me she woke up in
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the middle of the night looking forward to going to the bathroom. He had
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never been a frightened child, so he just got up and when he was
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getting ready to go back to bed, he entered his room just to notice
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how under his barefoot he felt a certain humidity. He tried to turn on
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the light to see what it was about, but from after a few attempts,
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he realized that the switch was not useful for some reason. He walked
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a little further into his room, following the puddle that formed on the floor,
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and could see that whatever was causing this seemed to be leaking down the
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wall, which was the same one he shared with the old woman' s
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house that he had seen that afternoon. That' s when he decided to
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go tell his father, as he had no idea what to do. However,
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as soon as he turned around to head out, he felt as if
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an invisible force dragged him back to the room, beating him against the wall.
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He felt like something was holding him by the neck and lifting him up,
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preventing him from breathing. He was trying desperately to get some air,
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but he finally fainted when he woke up the next day and did so on
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the floor of his room. He tells me he felt completely or s or
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melted. His neck hurt, but he had no visible marks and there was
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no trace of water or anything on the ground that could have been the cause
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of what he had felt the night before. He was very afraid, but
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he didn' t want to worry his father in any way, especially because
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that couldn' t have been real, so he thought maybe it had been
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a nightmare and he had fallen out of bed, so he decided not to
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tell anyone anything. The following days were very normal, including that incident of
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the first night. He had almost been forgotten for him. One afternoon,
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though, while playing ball with his sister. It flew across the fence that
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divided the gardens, falling right into the old woman' s yard. His
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little sister did not dare to go for it and because of the experience that
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night, he also made it up. However, he told me that that
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was his favorite ball and they didn' t have too many toys to afford
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to lose one of them, so he decided to jump her close to get
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his ball back. My grandfather stopped a little while trying to remember more details
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about it. He told me his garden was full of weed, dry and
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stones. This one walked around looking for his ball until he finally could see
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it. She walked toward her, but just before she could take it,
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she felt a hand holding it very hard on her shoulder. When he turned,
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he came face to face with that old woman, who at first glance
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did not seem very different from any other old woman who had seen him before,
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but there was something in his gaze that made him tremble. She claimed
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to be at home. My grandfather says he was trying to get out and
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scream, but no one was going to help him. However, at one
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point she let him go and he ran back home. When she returned,
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she thought that would be all, for the old woman had not followed him.
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However, he was very wrong, as that night he woke up again
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in the middle of it to go to the bathroom, which he did this
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time with a little more fear, as he remembered perfectly what had happened the
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last time. When she left the bathroom, she saw the end of the
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long corridor, which was only illuminated by the light of the moon that leaked
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through one of the windows, the silhouette of a more precise woman to the
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silhouette of that old woman, who seemed to be speaking very quickly in a
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language that was completely unknown. My grandfather says that this was the most frightening
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thing he had ever experienced in his entire life, so he shouted calling his
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father, who, when he heard it, immediately rose up to run for
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his help. But when he arrived with him, he could not see the
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old woman, since she had disappeared. As he arrived, his cries had
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also awakened his sisters, who were crying, as they had been frightened.
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His father was very angry with him, for he had not only awakened him,
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but had now made his sisters restless, so he was reprimanded. He
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said that from that day on there was no time when he did not feel
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watched by that old woman and even some nights was awakened, as he felt
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a very heavy breath behind his neck, at the same time that a foul
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aroma flooded his room. However, he no longer dared to say anything to
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anyone, for because of the last night, his father was still upset with
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him and did not want the matter to even be touched, so for several
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days he suffered in silence. However, this changed one night when I was
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sleeping the two twins, who seemed to be a little more restless than usual.
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When she asked what was wrong with her, one of them said that
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they were very afraid of the witch who lived in her closet. My grandfather
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says those words frozen his blood. However, he tried to keep them from
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noticing their fear and assured that there was nothing there. They asked me,
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please, to check the closet to make sure it wasn' t there with
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an accelerated heart, but without further ado. He opened the closet wide open
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and with his heart racing. At first glance, it seemed to be empty.
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However, when he was about to reassure his sisters, both twins shouted
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pointing to his back. My segrioi grandfather met face to face with the old
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lady. She was already standing in the closet with a diabolical smile, her
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eyes disorbited and her teeth rotten. My grandfather says that he quickly took his
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sisters and ran out of the terrified room, so they had just witnessed this
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account that when they didn' t know what else to do, they ran
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to his sister' s room, which was the only one on the ground
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floor, so he thought this was the safest room, since he was the
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only one who didn' t share walls with the old lady' s house.
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That night they all slept in that room. His father was on a
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night shift that night and he didn' t hear what happened. After that
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creepy night when they witnessed that horrible sighting of the old lady, they all
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agreed to sleep together in the middle sister' s room Fortunately, in that
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room they never experienced any kind of paranormal experience, so they considered it the
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best place to sleep. Little by little, all the brothers agreed to tell
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their father about their experiences in that house, as well as their suspicions of
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the winged old woman. However, their father did not pay them the slightest
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attention. For him they were simply scary tales and he thought it was simply
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his imagination, which had been thrown out of the way. My grandfather says
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they stayed there for a long time. One night, when the nights became
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unbearably hot, it was the time his father had to live an experience.
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He says his father fell asleep with the fan on, the old fan lacked
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a protective cover for the blades, but since he was the only one who
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used it, no one saw it as a problem. However, something disturbing
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happened to him that night. His father was abruptly awakened by acute pain in
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one of his feet. Apparently, for r l a s n, a
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reason that did not understand the fan that fell on him and his feet had
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been cut with unprotected fan blades. Despite the intense pain, his father decided
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not to say anything at the time because he did not want to worry his
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children by saying details that were becoming rare to him, such as the fact
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that he remembered having disconnected the fan before sleeping or that he was sure that
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it was very far from his bed, especially considering his stories about the old
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woman, so he decided not to make public his complete experience, saying that
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he had only had an accident. It was much later, when they were
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away from that cursed house and they were all old enough that their father finally
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dared to reveal the truth. That fateful night. As he woke up from
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the pain, he clearly heard sinister laughter coming from the darkness. After hearing
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the malevolent laughter, his father was physically affected for several days. The severity
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of the wounds on his skin kept him incapacitated. The doctors didn' t
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understand how a plastic blade could have done so much damage to his foot.
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That incident made it even worse to run away from itself unstable economic situation.
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Frustration and anger took hold of him, especially as the old woman seemed to
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smile with satisfaction. In the face of her misfortune, one day, while
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my grandfather was sitting on the sidewalk in front of her house, she saw
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the old woman leave her home and boarded a truck without knowing where she got
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the courage. He decided to enter his home with the intention of finding something
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that she cared about to break it or destroy it in some way. That
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thought seemed right at that time to her fragilely childish, nourished by resentment and
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fear. To his surprise, the door of his house was not secured,
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so my grandfather entered. It says that the interior was awful and messy,
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with a smell of strange herbs and brews. There were mouse traps scattered everywhere,
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some of which still contained live rodents inside. I couldn' t understand
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why I wanted them. He walked through the house until his eyes sat on
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a table where five rag dolls rested, which were strangely familiar to him,
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and when he examined them carefully, he noticed that one of them, the
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largest, had a foot cut into several strips. At that time everything was
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clear in his mind. Those dolls represented his whole family. Her hairs were
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strands of her hair terrified. He wanted to run away, but at that
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very moment he heard that the old woman was returning home. The only thing
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she thought was to hide in haste, but in her nervousness she moved one
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of the mouse traps, which closed with a rumble Delating her hiding place,
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the old lady shouted a cry of rage and grabbed him by the arm.
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My grandfather screamed and struggled to free himself from his grip by beating her in
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a desperate act. Luckily, he managed to get away and ran back home.
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He had horrible scratches on his arm, which seemed to resist healing.
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Despite their economic difficulties. His father took him to numerous doctors for an explanation,
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but none could find a reason for his persistent wounds. Finally, his
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father made the decision to leave that cursed house. As soon as they moved,
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their health began to improve markedly. She never saw the old woman again
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or experienced paranormal events in her life. Stories written and adapted by aurora. Escalante