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Mi Nuevo Vecino No Es Humano Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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We just started. My name is Carlos and what I am going to
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tell you next is a chapter of my life, which today is still full
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of unknowns and no matter how hard I try to get answers, I know
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I will never get them. It was a summer afternoon I was sitting on
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the sidewalk in front of my house playing with my toy cars, when suddenly,
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my gaze stopped at the front house. This was a house that had
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been uninhabited for so long that I barely remembered seeing her ever occupied. What
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caught my attention that time was that an old truck stopped in front of the
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house loaded with boxes and furniture, as if someone were moving. Then a
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man got out of the van. There was nothing particularly disturbing about his physical
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appearance. He was a middle- aged man, with a careless beard and
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worn clothes, but there was something in his eyes. It was something in
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the way he watched me that made me feel very uncomfortable. When our eyes
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met, the man sketched a smile, but it was not a friendly smile,
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It was not a smile that seemed to be painted on his forced and
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artificial face, a smile that did not reach his eyes, which remained cold
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and unexpressive at that time. I knew I had to get away, I
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had to run away from that man. Before anything happened quickly, I got
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up from the sidewalk and ran into my house. I told my mother what
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I had just witnessed, trying to express to her the restlessness and my inner
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feeling, but she hardly paid attention to me. She seemed more concerned about
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the arrival of a new neighbor than, by my words, full of fear.
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During the first days, my mind made endless theories and scenarios regarding that
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new neighbor. However, the more time passed, the more my mind set
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aside. In the end, that new neighbor did not seem to have done
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anything more extraordinary or anything that attracted both attention and his first appearance. He
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was rarely seen leaving his home, except for brief moments to acquire basic supplies.
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Once a week, the nights, however, brought with them something that
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drew attention, because from time to time strange sounds were heard coming from the
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house of the newly arrived neighbor, they were indistinguishable sounds, difficult to attribute
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to a concrete cause, but that generated a chill in the spine of those
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who listened to them My parents as good neighbors and following a logic of peaceful
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coexistence, they tended to diminish importance to such events. As long as he
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doesn' t hurt anyone. We don' t have to bother him They
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said trying to calm my worries with their adult logic. One night, however,
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everything changed. I was at home looking for my dog, who on
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that occasion seemed to have vanished without a trace. I questioned my parents about
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it, but they made sure they hadn' t seen him in a while.
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Fearing the worst, I decided to go out and look for him by
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name, while walking the deserted streets in search of some trace of his presence.
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That' s when I heard the barking. They were the unmistakable barkings
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of my dog, but something in them didn' t sound quite right.
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They were sharp, filled with rage and ferocity that I had never heard before
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in the voice of my dear companion. The barking seemed to come from the
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house of the new neighbor, which sowed a seed of fear in me.
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With my heart, beating hard in my chest, I crossed the street and
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approached the neighbor' s house, following the sound of barking. When I
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finally got to the origin, I was petrified. My dog was cornered in
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the backyard with the new neighbor, imitating his barking in a creepyly accurate way,
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with his look totally blank and his shape distorted with huge arms. The
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image was surreal, almost as if it were witnessing a distorted reflection of reality.
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My dog, realizing my presence, stopped barking and that caused the man
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to turn his head in my direction. But what happened next was much more
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strange. Instead of speaking or speaking a word to me, the man began
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barking at me. His imitation was so perfect, so real that I felt
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a chill crawling through my waiting and without thinking twice I turned around and ran
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back to my house with my dog, following me closely. The meeting with
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the neighbor left me bewildered and disturbed. I wondered what kind of person imitates
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a dog' s barking like that and what kind of motives might lead him
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to do something like that. I felt powerless for not being able to understand
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a little what was happening across my street. For days I avoided going near
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the neighbor' s house, afraid to meet him again. But the memory
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of that night, of that disturbing encounter, continued to torment my dreams and
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my thoughts. Fear had settled into the depths of my being I knew I
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could not tell my parents what I had witnessed that night. I was sure
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they wouldn' t believe me or even worse they' d think I'
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d lost my mind. After all, how could I explain to you that
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a man in doubt was imitating my dog' s barking in such a disturbing
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way and in such a terrifying way. The next night he brought with him
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a new dose of terror while sleeping in my room. On the second floor
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I was awakened by slight blows to the window. The sound resonated in the
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insistent and disturbing room. I joined the bed and approached the window with cautious
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steps. I couldn' t see anyone behind the curtain, but the blows
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continued as if someone was desperately trying to get my attention from the outside.
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With trembling hands. I opened the curtain and looked outside hoping to find a
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logical explanation for that strange event, but there was nothing. The garden was
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deserted, wrapped in the darkness of the night and no trace of human or
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animal life that could explain the mysterious knocks on the window. That made no
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sense and a chill ran through my back as I tried to understand what was
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happening. Suddenly, something caught my attention in the house across the street.
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One of the windows on the second floor was open and between the curtains I
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barely visualized the figure of the man. I was standing there staring at my
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room, as if that scene wasn' t disturbing enough. I watched the
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man raise his hand and start giving light blows to his window. However,
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the sound was present in mine, although I could not see his face clearly,
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I was sure that he was smiling with that forceful and disturbing smile he
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had seen on his face. The first time we met was as if I
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was enjoying my fear, feeding on my anguish as a predator stalking its prey.
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I stepped back from the window and plunged under the blankets, trying to
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block the outside world and find shelter in the opening comforting arm of darkness.
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That night, the dream didn' t come easily. My thoughts were dominated
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by the image of man in the window, all accompanied by the slight blows
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on the glass, which I now knew where they came from. On a
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sunny afternoon, while playing in the backyard of my house I had another disturbing
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vision of the neighbor, I instinctively looked up at the front house, as
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if some invisible force was drawing my attention and what I saw left me breathless.
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The neighbor was standing in his back garden, holding a small metal cage
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in his hands and inside the cage there was a group of birds frenziedly fluttering
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in a desperate attempt to escape from his little prison. The scariest thing was
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that the neighbor, with a chilling calm, lifted the cage over his head
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and began to swing it from one side to the other, as if he
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was performing some kind of ritual. The birds did not make sounds of despair
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and then, in a fast and fluid movement, the neighbor opened the door
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of the cage and let the birds fly free. Instead of rejoicing over their
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release, the birds flew in circles around before falling inert on the lawn.
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When I saw that, I breathed a sigh of amazement. That caught the
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man’ s attention, turning to see me and spousing that macabre smile before
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going back into his house. As if nothing had happened at that time in
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my life, I felt more lonely than I never knew who I turned to
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or who to tell. I could no longer even leave my home without being
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stalked by that man, who seemed to enjoy all the fear I felt toward
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him. However, when I thought it could no longer be worse, I
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realized that I was very wrong. That day I felt a little sick.
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My stomach was stirring with discomfort that forced me to stay home. My parents,
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concerned about my health, decided it would be better if I stayed home
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instead of going to school. Although his absence left me alone in the house.
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They trusted my ability to take care of myself. For a few hours
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while they went to work. While I was alone at home, I tried
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to distract myself by watching cartoons on television, trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensations
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that were assaulting me, but then I heard a soft knock on the front
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door. My parents had taught me that I should never open the door if
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I was home alone. So I initially decided to ignore the call. However,
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the beating became more insistent, more urgent, and soon I began to
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hear my father' s voice knocking on me from the other side of the
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door. Confused and a little scared, I got up from the couch and
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walked to the door, struggling with a feeling of restlessness at the bottom of
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my mind O O O O O O. For a moment I got carried
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away by the familiarity of my father' s voice, but then something within
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me rebelled against that complacency. A silent voice inside me warned me that something
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was not right. Even though I heard my father' s voice clearly calling
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from the other side of the door, something told me not to open.
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Just as I was about to give in to the insistent call the phone sounded
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breaking the momentary spell that kept me trapped at the door threshold with trembling hands.
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I was running to answer the phone feeling a chill running through my spine
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while lifting the headset on the other side of the line. My father'
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s voice was heard and I wondered how I felt. My words stuck in
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my throat as I struggled to understand what was happening. How could my father
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be calling me on the phone if he was outside the house, calling me
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from the front door. While talking to my father on the phone, reality
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hit me hard, I looked out the window and saw the neighbor, coming
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out of my garden and across the street to his house. But before entering
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this one he swerved back posing his gaze fixed on me with an unsettling intensity
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before beginning to greet me slowly with his hand. There was no doubt that
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man was playing with me, manipulating my mind and playing with my emotions as
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if he were a puppet in his hands. Fear took hold of me at
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that time a visceral sensation that paralyzed me to the core a wave of terror.
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It flooded me to see that I almost opened the door to someone who
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sounded like my father, but he was not my father, whose intentions were
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unknown and dangerous. With my heart beating hard on my chest, I locked
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myself in my room the rest of the afternoon, until my parents returned from
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work. With the passing of days, strange and disturbing incidents multiplied as if
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the neighbor was intensifying his efforts to disturb my quiet life. Many times,
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just as I decided to go out and get some fresh air, I saw
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the neighbor also sitting outside his house for the sole purpose of keeping an eye
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on me. On another occasion, as I walked down the street back home
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after school, I saw the neighbor standing at his door, watching me with
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a cold and penetrating look that made me shudder it was as if I could
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see through my soul, causing my deepest fears to manifest at the same time
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within me. It all ended one night when my parents went out to a
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party, leaving me alone at home, despite my desperate pleas to be taken
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with them or let me go with some family member. I had been imploring
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that I would not be left alone tormented by the memory of the neighbor and
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afraid that I might return like that day. However, my parents' response
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was firm and definitive. They assured me that it would be fine and that
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it would only be for a few hours, but my mind was full of
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horrible images and living nightmares that refused to disappear. When I was alone that
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night, I set out to close all possible tickets. I closed the curtains,
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secured the doors and finally locked myself in my room, hoping to find
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some peace in my room, which at that time felt like my only safe
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place. As the night progressed the tiredness began to weigh on my eyelids and
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gradually I plunged into a restless sleep full of nightmares. In the middle of
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the night, a few knocks on the window disturbed my rest again. Those
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blows were so strong that I felt my window would break, but, to
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my fortune, that didn' t happen. This time. However, I
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didn' t have the courage to approach the window and face what I might
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find on the other side. I was snuggled in my bed, trembling with
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fear and waiting for the dawn to bring with me the promise of a new
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day. The time seemed not to go forward and the night was still wrapped
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in darkness and I was snuggled in my bed trembling with fear. At one
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point, the beatings stopped and for a moment I thought it was all over.
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However, fate had other plans for me that night, plans that would
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take me to the edge of the abyss. Suddenly I heard a constant sound
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ringing through the walls of the house. My heart stopped for a moment while
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listening to the blows, wondering who might be playing at those hours of the
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night. Then a known voice broke the silence, a voice that frozen my
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blood. It was my mother' s voice, asking me to fit the
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door. A chill swept through my spine as I got out of bed and
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headed to the door with my mind filling with a sense of restlessness and danger.
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But just as I was about to open the door, a fleeting thought
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pierced my mind. My parents always carried the keys with them and never knocked
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on the front door. I stopped my hand in the air with a growing
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sense of terror, seizing on me as the knocks on the door intensified,
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resounding in the house with an almost supernatural force. The voice he was calling
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from the other side became different, distorted and sinister, as if possessed by
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an evil entity that demanded to enter open the door to me. I demanded
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the voice with a diabolical and threatening tone, echoing in the hallway with an
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intensity that made me tremble with fear. Fortunately, at that crucial moment,
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the der fate intervened to save me from an uncertain destiny. My parents returned
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home and what they told me later disturbed me even more had seen the neighbor
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standing outside in the dark. His face was illuminated by the headlights of the
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car, but what they saw left us horrified. His face was deformed with
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eyes as I had seen them before, and his body deformed in such a
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way that it looked like a spectrum of another dimension. When discovered, the
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neighbor ran out in the middle of the night, disappearing into the darkness like
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a fleeting shadow. Since then, no one has seen him or heard from
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him again, for he did not even come back for his things. Although
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I am still tormented by the nightmares and memories of that dark time in my
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life, I am sure of one thing. What lived in front of my
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house for so long was not human. As I look back. On that
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night of terror. I realized that some truths are horrible r to understand and
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some dark nightmares to forget. A story written and adapted by Aurora. Escalante