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4 Relatos Que Te Quitarán El Sueño - Eventos Paranormales Y Demonios - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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My name is Mary and when I was studying in high school, I had
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a task that basically consisted of interviewing an older adult to know about them.
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Honestly, I don' t remember exactly what the motive or purpose of that
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task was, but I remember two things. The first one I immediately thought
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of was the coolest person I knew, which was also my grandmother, and
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the second thing, Professor Marcos Corona. He didn' t take my job.
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He only gave me the opportunity to do it again, as he told
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me to interview an older adult who agreed. To begin with, I must
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make it clear that my grandmother is perfectly well off her mental faculties, and
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not only that, but, at almost ninety- five years old, my
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grandmother seems to have better health than many young adults. Today. I asked
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her if she agreed that she would try to count it around here and she
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agreed. But he doesn' t want them to know the name of the
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place where the next story occurs, as well as his name and the name
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of those involved. For reasons I will tell you later as a context.
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I guess I also have to say that my grandmother comes from a family that
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was very well- off back then. My grandmother was going through a rebellious
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facet, or at least that' s what her parents said. However,
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my grandmother always claimed and I totally agree that she was acting like any normal
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teenager. He questioned some things and wanted to get to know the world on
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his own nothing an ordinary teenager would not want to do, but his parents
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insisted that he needed discipline, so they decided he should go to a Catholic
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boarding school. Like I can' t say exactly what his name was.
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I' ll just tell her the boarding school, and I' ll tell
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Ana to my grandmother. Upon arriving at that boarding school, he quickly realized
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that it was a rigorous and austere place, where the rules were strict and
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discipline was applied firmly. Although my grandmother Ana did not allow this to intimidate
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her from day one, she made it clear that she would not be a
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submissive student and that she would not easily submit to the rules imposed. He
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didn' t tell me exactly what he did, but he did spend his
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first night in the punishment room, so he didn' t meet anyone until
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the next morning. One of the daily things that my grandmother Anne hated was
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the obligatory attendance at the chapel of the boarding school for the Mass, since,
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despite having grown up in a Catholic house, she had never been particularly
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faithful. But since he had no choice, he was forced to comply with
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this rule, despite his fears. Since, despite not believing much in those
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things, my grandmother was given or rather to date, my fear of all
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the sacred art gives her a great deal. That first morning in the chapel,
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my grandmother Ana immediately noticed the oppressive atmosphere of the place. The chapel
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was adorned with a multitude of figures of saints and several plaster Christs the light
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filtered by the tinted windows gave the place a gloomy appearance. The wooden benches
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creaked under the weight of the uniformed students as they sat and my grandmother decided
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to sit in a place near the exit, wishing to maintain an escape route,
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as what disturbed her the most were the eyes of the religious figures.
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Each time she looked at one of the statues she had the impression that her
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plaster eyes stared at her as if they were aware of each of her thoughts
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and actions. I couldn' t help but feel something dark and supernatural lurking
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in the chapel. The discomfort grew as the Mass progressed. During the reading
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of the scriptures, my grandmother noticed something particularly strange. One of the plaster
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Christs located in the darkest corner of the chapel seemed different from the others.
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Her eyes were not only painted, they seemed deeper, brighter and very realistic,
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as if they contained a disturbing presence, and the figure seemed to look
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at her with an intensity that filled her with anguish. My grandmother Ana fought
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to keep the focus. As the minutes passed slowly and every time I closed
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my eyes, I felt that the eyes of the Christ in the darkest corner
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watched it in darkness. That disturbing sensation was recorded in his memory for decades.
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While my grandmother tried to ignore the disturbing figures in the chapel, a
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girl standing next to her gave her a slight elbow to draw her attention and
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also whispered to her with a somewhat serious voice but at the same time,
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with a touch of sarcasm so green, my grandmother looked at her already feeling
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slightly, feeling a little accompanied in that disturbing situation, the young stranger smiled
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lightly as if sharing a dark secret. When the girl came out of Mass,
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I' ll call Isabel at my grandmother' s request. She offered
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my grandmother Ana the chance to join her group at breakfast. My grandmother,
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grateful for the company, accepted the invitation and sat down with them in the
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large boarding school cafeteria. At first, the girls asked the usual questions like
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where she came from or because her parents had decided to send her there.
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The truth. They all did a lot of things like running away at night
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to dances or worse, and in fact, they found it funny that my
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grandmother had been sent there just to answer her parents. But anyway, at
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n at some point, from the laver the salt of the one of the
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or the atmosphere became darker when everyone saw how the friars were moving a Christ
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to another chapel. My grandmother Ana was very strange that, just the moment
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they passed by the cafeteria, all the girls remained silent until the friars walked
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away. That' s when Isabel and her friends shared a series of disturbing
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stories about boarding school. They told my grandmother Ana that strange things were happening
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there, things that had no logical explanation. In particular, he was warned
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that under no circumstances would he approach chapel number three during the night. According
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to the stories circulating at boarding school, the religious figures came to life after
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dark and wandered through the halls of boarding school. But what was even more
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frightening, according to Elizabeth and her friends, was that if someone dared to
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enter chapel number three during the night, the figures or ons would hurt them,
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because only the figures that were there were the ones that moved. Elizabeth
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continued her account with a grave tone. He mentioned that it was said that
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several years ago, one of the students had challenged the warning and had entered
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chapel number three during the night. The young woman was never the same after
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that experience and she spoke to no one and sat there without expression. Class
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after class, and after a few months he had taken his own life in
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his own room. At first, my grandmother believed that the stories she had
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been told about religious figures were simply attempts to frighten newcomers like her. However,
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during her second night at boarding school, when she finally went into the
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room with the other girls, something happened that made her question her doubts.
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That night I was silent and my grandmother Ana was sleeping in it. When
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she was awakened by indecipherable whispers resounding through the boarding school facilities, she sat
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on the bed thinking that it might be some inspection, surprise or something like
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that, although after a few minutes she realized that there was no one nearby
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looked out the window, but there was no one in sight. He remembered
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one of the strictest rules in the place, no one could leave the rooms.
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After eight o' clock at night, with a chill running around his
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back, he decided to go back to bed. The next day, my
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grandmother shared her experience with Isabel, with whom she was beginning to forge a
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strong friendship, and she explained that whispers and shadow appearances were common during the
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evenings at boarding school. He told her that at that time it was when
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religious figures seemed to wander down the halls, although they rarely entered the dormitories
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part of the boarding school one day if they had heard they were passing by.
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The following days went on in a similar way. My grandmother Ana had
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never seen the figures directly, but it was something everyone at boarding school knew.
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All the students had heard them or at least had seen the silhouettes.
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In the evening, I had even heard the teachers speak about those whispers,
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sometimes accompanied by steps, but they all acted as if it were the most
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normal thing in the world, leaving her even more perplexed. One night,
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while walking with her friend Isabel, after dinner, she proposed something unexpected to
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her. One of her other friends had gotten someone outside to bring them some
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alcohol and cigarettes and invited her to join them. My grandmother Ana initially hesitated
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to accompany them, because, as I said before, the punishments were very
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strong. At that time it was too common, I remember physical punishment in
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schools and much more in places like these boarding schools. However, Elizabeth told
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her that they had not done it several times, but she had not invited
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her until she was sure she would say nothing. So flattered accepted at midnight
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my grandmother ventured along with four other girls to the confines of boarding school,
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where someone gave them a bag with the things they had achieved. They went
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to a secluded place to smoke and drink, having fun and sharing their desire
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to escape that oppressive place. They promised that if any of them found out
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how to get out they would tell the others so they could run away together.
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As they talked excitedly about the idea of the escape, they suddenly heard
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murmurs as if several people were speaking quietly. They initially thought that they were
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the nuns or friars in charge of surveillance, who had realized that they were
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missing in their beds and were now looking for them quickly. They hid trying
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to go unnoticed. However, when the steps were very close, my grandmother
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decided to look out to see who she was and saw with horror the religious
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figures walking around the place reciting unintelligible words that if you paid more attention to
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them, the whispers they had heard before turned out to be Catholic prayers.
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Terror seized them. As they watched the figures move in the dark of the
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night, they kept silent, as the plaster figures moved away fearful of making
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any noise that might attract their attention. Once the religious figures seemed to disappear
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into darkness, my grandmother, along with her friends, left their hiding place
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and made the decision to return to their rooms. Determined to put an end
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to their nightly adventure, they began to walk in haste. His steps resounded
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in the empty corridors. Each time they looked back with their hearts beating hard,
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making sure no one was following them. Everything seemed to return to normal
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at boarding school and the adrenaline of the night gradually faded away. Suddenly,
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however, they heard steps behind them. They all looked back in horror and
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saw the Christ of Plague, who had caused them so much fear, walking
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at ease in his direction. The scene was surreal. It was like watching
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a disturbing mannequin walk. They all felt a chill, circling their spines.
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The Christ of Plague was slowly advancing and a very low whisper was heard.
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They all retreated in terror, as they realized that whispers were a prayer that
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began to fill the dark corridors of boarding school. It was the voice of
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the Christ of Plague, just so much the Latin creed a disturbing sound resounding
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in his ears as he ran desperately to his rooms with his heart. Beating
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hard, they managed to get to their room and shut the door and even
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set up a chest of drawers and told the girls what had happened to them.
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Since with the commotion they had woken up. They felt a momentary relief.
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Within a few minutes, however, they saw the door handle turning,
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but the dresser kept it from opening. But throughout the night, the sound
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of the prayer of the Christ of Yeso' s resounded in his ears a
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disturbing echo that prevented them from falling asleep and did not stop until dawn the
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next morning. They were awakened by the superior mother who made them rise long
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before the appointed time. She was very upset and told them that they had
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discovered that someone had left her room during the night because they found the bag
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with the bottle of alcohol and cigarettes in the chapel. Number three. The
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most disturbing thing was that they had found the bag hanging from the hand of
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the Christ of Plague who had persecuted them the night before. Fear and confusion
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took over all of them. The superior mother questioned them thoroughly, but none
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of the girls could explain how the bag had reached the chapel or why the
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Christ of Yeso was involved in that disturbing scene. None of the girls in
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the room said a word. They all knew who they were that used to
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go out at night, but they kept silent, not only because of the
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fear of what they had experienced the night before, but also because of an
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unwritten code. Instead, as a result, all the girls in that room
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were punished, and their punishment consisted of cleaning the chapel. For her bad
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luck, my grandmother Ana and her group of friends were assigned to the task
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of cleaning the chapel. Number three. Fear took hold of them. As
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they approached the chapel, they knew that that part of the boarding school was
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related to their previous experience and just thinking about going back in there made them
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tremble. However, they could not protest or reveal the truth about their nocturnal
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adventure, as that would only have worsened their situation, so without further ado,
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they began to clean the chapel. Quietly, working as fast as possible.
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Each of them could feel the eyes of religious figures, observing them with
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an oppressive presence that made them feel uncomfortable and frightened. They just wanted to
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finish it sooner than possible and get away from that place. My grandmother tells
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me that while they were about to finish, my grandmother Ana clearly saw something
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move under the robe of the statue of that Christ of Plaster. His heart
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accelerated. But before I could even flip a cold, hard cast hand around.
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Her wrist screamed terrified as her hand pressed her tightly and she could see
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that the statue of the Christ of Plaster was smiling macabrely. Her friends shouted
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too and even tried to pull her out of the other hand without much success.
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The hasty steps of the superior mother approached the chapel as my grandmother struggled
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to free herself from the grip of the statue. But before the superior mother
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could enter the plaster hand, she released it and the statue returned to its
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original position. As if nothing had happened. The incident left my grandmother and
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her friends in a state of shock afraid of what might have happened if the
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superior mother had not found them in that situation. Despite the fact that my
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grandmother Ana and her friends shared their experience with the superior mother, the latter
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did not believe them or even implore her that my grandmother had the red doll
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for the grip of that terrifying Christ. From that day on, both my
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grandmother and her friends lived in constant fear, avoiding leaving their rooms when night
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fell and ignoring at all costs the shadows that spread through the halls of boarding
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school. Despite their youth, they had experienced something that went beyond rational explanation,
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and that changed their perception of the world. Forever. The days became
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monotonous and oppressive. The laughter and games from before were replaced by silence and
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anxiety. My grandmother described me as both she and her friends felt trapped in
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that boarding school. The incomprehensible whispers resounded in his ears at night and the
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plaster figures in chapel number three continued to observe them with disquieting eyes. One
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day, one of my grandmother' s friends Ilor managed to convince the person
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who got them liquor and cigars to help them escape from that boarding school.
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It was a meticulously crafted plan that required patience and too much luck to work,
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but they were all willing to leave. They waited for the right moment
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when the surveillance was less strict and finally dared to take the step towards freedom.
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It was a dark and silent night when my grandmother and her four friends
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escaped from there. My grandmother told me that that night, out of the
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adrenaline of running away from the place, they saw nothing paranormal and luckily they
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all managed to escape that macabre place. He also told me that after that
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night, all five of them knew that they could not return to their homes
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without being returned to boarding school for young ladies, so I surely have family
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in another city that I do not know and surely I will never know.
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But that' s another story, and so the story of chapel number three
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and the figures of Yeso was left behind in the past of my grandmother Ana,
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an experience that marked a chapter in the life of my grandmother and her
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friends. Currently, my grandmother claims she doesn' t know what those creatures
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could have been. She says she never investigated any more, since she thought
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it was something she should leave behind in the past. However, he could
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never forget that terrifying experience and overcome it altogether. This story begins in the
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autumn of one thousand nine hundred and ninety- eight, when Gregorio and I
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moved to an old house in Cholula, Puebla was a new beginning for us
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after the loss of our son a year before what happened. That year had
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been difficult. I was hospitalized for several weeks and for a long time.
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I was still in trans n n n n her as an external patient and
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as if that wasn' t enough, Our tenant asked us to evict our
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department because, apparently, the new owners wanted to demolish to build a factory
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or something. We had already talked about the possibility of buying a house.
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After all, we had enough resources. However, we still did not find
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any house that we liked, so over time, the stress only increased one
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day while we looked in the newspapers we ran into an old three- story
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Victorian house, which was for sale. We were both impressed by the house,
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but for different reasons. Gregory, who was a lawyer and a lover
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of architecture, particularly liked his old structure. I, as an art specialist,
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fell in love with her original and intricate beauty. However, as I
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looked at the photos, I could feel some sort of sea feeling that attributed
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to my fragile emotional state. I didn' t mention anything to Gregorio at
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the time. That same day we contacted the real estate manager and showed us
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the house, informing us of all the recent renovations they had done. They
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had completely remodeled the house changed all the wiring and placed it on a new
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roof. Again, I felt that feeling of bad feeling and a little claustrophobia,
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despite the huge size of the house, which even included cathedral ceilings.
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What I didn' t know was that Gregory also shared that feeling of feeling.
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We both questioned some particularly cold spaces and the strange vibrations they produced.
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We were still quite satisfied, although a little surprised because our first offer was
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accepted immediately. I thought maybe it was because, despite the remodeling, it
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still required a lot of work. I still couldn' t believe our good
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luck. Gregory, who is an optimist, told me that some things seemed
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destined to happen and that that safe house was destined to be ours. However,
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on October thirty- one, the eve of Halloween, with the help
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of some friends, we were in the process of unpacking the boxes and organizing
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the house. The halloween custom of children visiting houses to order treats or pranks
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was not so common, as some children practiced it. We took turns giving
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sweets while putting order, enjoying the festive tone and seeing the children in costumes
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that enhanced the fresh and clean air of that autumn. After our friends and
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children in disguise left, Gregorio and I sat in front of the old brick
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fireplace with glass of wine and watched the flames dancing in the trunks as we
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prepared to lie down. We both decided we' d rent the ground floor
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and the two rooms in the attic of the house. We talked about that
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it would be good financially for us, as well as being comfortable on the
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second floor, not to mention that none of us intended to occupy the attic,
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as we could not discern what made it so uncomfortable. Also, although
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we did not talk about it until much later, we had both heard some
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strange noises coming from the attic, which made us feel uneasy. Fatigue finally
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overcame us and almost immediately we both entered a deep sleep in my dream I
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saw our deceased son disguised as a little ghost, following the tradition of tonight
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asking for gifts or doing pranks. Lost in my sleep, I heard a
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baby crying. The little ghost dress looked at me and called me Mommy,
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you must get away from here before she finds you. I started asking him
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what he meant, but he just frowned and got lost. In my sleep
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as the crying of the babies moved away, it became stronger. I called
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my son, but he was gone. I woke up startled with tears rolling
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down my cheeks, trying to determine if I was still asleep. I realized
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that the clock was ticking three and seventeen in the morning Suddenly I heard a
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baby crying. This was not a dream, but how it could be real
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where that crying came from. An icy fear enveloped me and cautiously I got
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up to investigate the direction where the crying came from. I walked down the
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dark hallway like I was in a trance. The sound of the crying led
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me to the door, which led to the internal staircase, which united the
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three floors of the house. I opened the door and stood in the dark.
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The crying came from the attic. I could hear it and the heartbeat
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was ringing in my head. I wanted and almost needed to go up,
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but I was paralyzed at the foot of the stairs. I heard movements behind
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me and was silent with my mouth open almost fainted when I realized with relief
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that Gregorio was also there. I wasn' t going crazy, because he
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had heard the crying too. This scared both of us and we got trapped
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in the moment without knowing what to do. Then, abruptly, the crying
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stopped as if someone had freed him among us. If I' m honest
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with you, I don' t have a clear memory of what happened next.
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I think I got dizzy to the point of almost vanishing. Luckily,
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Gregorio caught me and took me to the kitchen, where he served me a
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generous amount of wine. I took the cup with both hands and finally I
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could articulate the words that we both had in mind, which was the question
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of what was happening the next day. Marcos, Gregorio' s best friend
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and his partner in the law firm, came to help us with the necessary
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repairs in the house. Marcos had been a great support for us. After
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the death of our son, he had become practically part of the family.
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In the afternoon, while we were installing a smoke detector, Gregorio told Marcos
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about the strange experience of the night before. Marcos seemed genuinely interested, even
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began to give us possible explanations, things like old pipe noises or outside noises.
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However, the more detail we were less, we were able to find
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an explanation, so we decided to attribute it to a combination of fatigue and
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tension. However, that night, while we were eating the paranormal activity,
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it again became present. The blows from the Attic became more intense and this
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time the three of us were on alert. Mark, who was a skeptical
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man, could not ignore the sounds that filled the house, so he proposed
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to put an end to the matter once and for all and his life to
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the Attic above. In the Attic, the temperature went down in an unsettling
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way, Mark' s flashlight flickered and the shadows on the walls seemed to
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come to life of their own. That' s when we noticed something that
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iced our blood. In a corner there was a hidden door, covered in
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dust and barely visible. Upon opening it revealed a small room hidden in the
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Attic It took us a bit, but we were finally able to open the
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door. That room was almost empty safe or for some dusty furniture and an
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old trunk, which seemed to have been there for decades. When we opened
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it, we discovered a series of disturbing letters and photographs. The letters spoke
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of a distraught mother who had lost her baby in mysterious circumstances in the house,
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exactly where we were standing. As we examined the contents of the trunk,
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the temperature continued to fall and the feeling that something was watching us made
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us unbearable. Mark, who was visibly disturbed, suggested that we should take
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the trunk and its contents outside the house. As we did so, a
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gust of cold wind surrounded us with such deep and indescribable fear that, without
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any discussion, we all decided that it would be best to leave the trunk
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where we found it. However, the next day, at three seventeen in
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the morning, we were woken up again this time by a penetrating whistle from
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the smoke detector. We both jumped out of bed desperate to find the supposed
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fire. We could smell it, but we couldn' t see it anywhere.
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We quickly checked the rest of the house. Although the alarm was on
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the second floor, we didn' t detect fire anywhere. We feel confused
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and upset. We thought it was possible that the detector was failing, but
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the smell of smoke and steam we perceived made it clear that something strange was
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happening in that house. Despite everything that happened, I decided to continue with
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the preparations for our first Christmas in our new home. After all, it
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was my favorite holiday as well as Gregorio' s. While labeling the invitations
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for our party, Gregorio and I joke about inviting an exorcist. We had
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placed in our room an excellent imitation of a pine tree, since we did
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not want to risk a real fire. Our smoke detector seemed to ring periodically
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always at 3: 00 and 17: 00 in the morning. I think
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Gregorio was forced to disconnect the device because it didn' t end with ghost
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fire alarms. At one point, Carla another of our friends suggested that we
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call a psychic to investigate, but Gregorio considered it an exaggerated reaction. However,
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everything changed. On the morning of December 20, I was deeply asleep
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when something woke me up. Looking at the digital clock, I sensed the
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smell of smoke again, but this time it seemed accompanied by flickering lights coming
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from the room near our room. My first thought was that we had left
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the Christmas tree lights on. However, something dark moved in my peripheral vision.
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The shadow shifted, slowing down the hallway. That caused me to wake
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up completely and what I saw still haunts me to this day was the appearance
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of a young woman with long dark hair, dressed in a long white dress
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floating outside the door of the room, but at one point stopped abruptly,
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as if I had noticed my presence. The ghost figure turned his head and
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his eyes met mine, causing a chill. I wanted to shout and wake
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up to Gregory, but the apparition seemed to emanate an overwhelming sadness. I
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noticed a sparkle of tears on his face as he stretched out his arms to
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increase my terror. The spectrum began to transform into a fiery image of itself
31:48
that was consumed in an invisible fire. His mouth was distorted in a silent
31:52
lament, his hands became deformed and burned claws and the fire revealed the bones.
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His eyes were no longer sad, but transformed into basins of a blackish
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red. The terrifying image sent shock waves through my body, unable to bear
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any more, I began to scream Desperately, my screams awakened Gregorio, but
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as soon as he did, the apparition faded away. Gregory jumped up,
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lit the lamp on the bedside table and hugged me. Finally, I calmed
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down enough to tell him. Experience insisted that if the house was haunted,
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I was clinically insane. Then we decided to call a psychic, as this
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situation had become too serious and perhaps dangerous. Through our friend Carla we arranged
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for a psychic named Ien forty- five years old to examine our environment Carla
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testified about the authenticity of hien and shared her own experiences with me. The
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spiritist session was scheduled for the night of December 23rd and Gregorio Marcos Carla and
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I attended. Since most of the events seemed to concentrate on the second floor,
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we decided to hold the session there. But before that yan toured the
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house. We started in the Attic and, as I would later describe,
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was amazed at the vibration I felt. He told us that at one point
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he tried to get out as quickly as possible, feeling that the walls were
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closing around him. He experienced a feeling of intense claustrophobia. As soon as
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he entered the room, where we found the trunk, he told us once
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outside the attic. Claustrophobia decreased, but in the room I felt an almost
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unbearable oppression. That' s when we met in a circle around the table.
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In the room we join hands and enter a state of trance. Everything
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was restless, except for the tenuous and rhythmic breathing of the participants. Then
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a noise came up in the room from the wind. Several minutes passed before
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the psychic' s soft voice broke the silence calling the spirits of the house.
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The breathing we all did was replaced by the forced and irritating breathing of
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an invisible presence. Suddenly he joined the circle, a stream of cold air
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and a smell of smoke took over the room with him. This time for
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a smell of burnt meat. The atmosphere was filled with electricity and we all
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felt that the beautiful arms stood up. The lights of the Christmas tree began
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to flash frantically and the flames of the chimney sparkled. A collective effort was
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needed to avoid breaking the Ian circle. The psychic managed to calm the spirits
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of the house so that they would be handiworked. In my case, they
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had already manifested themselves enough, but I understood that there was a presence that
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needed to be spoken. A deeper trance state. He wrapped the psychic while
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he seemed to look for that poor lost soul. When he finally seemed to
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come into contact with it, his body suddenly shook and his eyes opened wide
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as if they responded to a commotion. His voice was agonizing as if he
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tried to speak with damaged vocal cords. My name is Catterin. He managed
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to say with effort, repeated that name as he slowly inhaled and then uttered
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a terrifying alarm full of sadness and despair. It was the lament of a
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trapped spirit and his cry was transmitted through all participants. At that time we
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couldn' t help but break the circle. I collapsed on the table and,
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to my surprise, I spit some blood on a handkerchief. Gregory and
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the others were worried that I was drowning, but fortunately I managed to regain
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control of myself in a short time. We were all amazed, so we
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just witnessed to ease the tension. Gregory went to the kitchen and came back
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with some drinks and a bottle of brandy. However, I only accepted a
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glass of water and an aspirin. The psychic told us that during his trance,
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the spirit let him see a part of his story, so he began
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to share the story of that woman named Catherine. She was a 17-
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year- old girl. She lived in that house with her grandmother, an
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old woman prostrated in a wheelchair suffering from senile dementia and completely dependent on her.
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She spent most of her time on the second floor, trying to escape
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the difficult situation with her grandmother. However, the a n n o r
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of n n was the presence of catherine from the attic and used noises and
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blows on the floor to communicate. This explained the strange noises that both Gregory
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and I had heard as if they were coming from the void. He told
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us that Catterin had a baby, which he used to have in the Attic,
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because, not being married to his father, his grandmother did not stop
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filling him with degrading insults and mistreating him at every opportunity he had one night.
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While Katherine slept in the Attic with her baby, a fire broke out
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without her noticing until it was too late. That night no one survived.
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Many thought it had been an electrical problem, but no proof of that was
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ever found, so the cause was still a complete riddle. Until that day,
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on Christmas Eve, Gregory and I lit a special candle to honor those
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lost lives, as the psychic had recommended before turning it off. We hold
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hands and desire a good rest for those souls. In response, the candle
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flame blinked in a white and blue light for about thirty seconds before it went
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out. I remember praying that this was a good sign. However, that
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same night my son visited me again in my dreams. A deep sense of
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fear invaded me as I repeated his earlier warning, prompting us to leave the
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house before she found us a baby cry woke me up the sound came from
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the attic I knew immediately that the warning given to us by the psychic had
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become reality. This was that spectrum might not be the only one in that
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house. After all the house was very old and had been inhabited by hundreds
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of people. A smell of smoke began to appear again I woke up to
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Gregory, who at first did not hear. He took a lot of notice,
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as it wasn' t the first time he smelled of smoke. However,
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the smell became so intense that he could not ignore it. We both
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got out of bed to realize there was a fire, which was spreading quickly.
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We both ran out of the house, barely getting out alive, but
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losing all our stuff. I still remember how, as I watched the house
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consume myself I could see through one of the windows the silhouette of an old
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woman, staring at me and I could swear she was making fun of me.
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After facing the dark and terrifying events that took place in that house,
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Gregorio and I made a painful but necessary decision. We' re looking for
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a new house and moving as far away as possible. Hence, as time
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passed, nightmares and strange events slowly faded away. Tranquility has returned to our
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lives. Although we would always bear the excited scars of that experience, we
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could never fully explain what happened in that house or fully understand the dark past
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that tormented it. Our life continued and, although we never forgot what we
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lived in that house, we learned to appreciate the tranquility and security of our
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new home in my family. There was rarely talk of my Uncle David as
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a child I didn' t often ask myself why this was, and I
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just kept going on with my life. My mother, my uncle David'
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s sister, never told me that he was bad, only that he was
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following the family and, therefore, never forbade me to talk to him.
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I' ve always believed that my mom wanted me to be the one to
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create my own opinion about my Uncle David. When I began to enter puberty,
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as it is typical of that age, I began to feel very lonely
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and misunderstood and therefore began to empathize more with my Uncle David. I imagined
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how sad his life could be to be the stinking family and I thought I
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could break up with that chain of people who didn' t know at all,
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because they just ignored it. He is a wonderful person and the reason
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why he is despised by the family is not justified. I won' t
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say it openly, but surely more than one can deduce it. Anyway,
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I spent a lot of time with him during that stage of my life and,
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in fact, he was always very willing to live with me. He
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is an artist, he is a member of a band and plays violin and
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guitar. He' s a person who transmits a lot. I mean,
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he doesn' t have to tell you much to know that something makes him
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happy or sad. Like him, he doesn' t have to tell you
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anything to know that he enjoys your company. The second thing I realized almost
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immediately was that his apartment wasn' t exactly a common place. Often things
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appeared elsewhere, and there were also lashes of doors or things falling among other
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situations, although they were not really things that caused discomfort. And therefore,
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my uncle and his best friend, Hugo, who lives with him, did
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not change in the face of this. One day I asked them why they
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didn' t move or at least try to do something about it. However,
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Hugo told me that there was not a single place in the world where
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neither of us could flee. Hugo also told me that, while that kind
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of thing always happened to him, to my uncle, these things began to
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haunt him a couple of years after his brother' s death, when he
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told me that I knew almost immediately who they were referring to although I never
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knew the story as such. I only knew that my mother’ s younger
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brother, George, had taken his life at the age of seventeen. My
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Uncle David told me that in fact, it was the one who found him.
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His body was flaccid and my uncle examined his brother' s body had
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hung himself in his room. No explanatory note or clue to any tragic event
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was ever found. However, my Uncle David would not only not know more
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about his brother by submerging him in great sadness, but also his life would
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begin to change after that. From what my uncle told me, dreams began
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to pass two years after his brother Jorge' s event, they were Christmas
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Eve and he was visiting my grandparents' house along with his good friend Hugo.
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That day, almost upon arrival, my uncle had gone to bed early
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because of a cold and headache. He had not consulted a doctor, so
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he was not taking any kind of medicine. My uncle tells me that he
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quickly entered a strong deep sleep and had or a very lived dream, in
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which he had returned to high school in the village where he grew up.
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I was walking down some runners without going anywhere specific. When he reached the
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end of the corridor, instead of turning left or right, he felt an
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irresistible need to enter through the door that was in front of him. Upon
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entering he discovered that he was in the room in which Jorge had hanged himself.
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This made him so startled that he thought someone had shaken him out of
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sleep and woken him up in that room. He was quite afraid and almost
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immediately realized with terror the ferocity of a wind blowing around him. Looking back,
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I was more afraid to see Jorge again hanging on the beams than anything
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else was in the same room that happened. Everything remembers that it got exactly
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under the beam that was so high that it was either going up. Reflecting
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on what had happened, I wasn' t sure whether I was already awake
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or not. When he had a feeling that a rope was squeezing his throat,
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he couldn' t breathe and invaded him. Panic gripped the throat.
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Looking forward to the precious air, he could feel his body getting colder and
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more numb. He felt an embracing agony, as every cell in his body
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seemed to cry out and cry for a little oxygen, a chill wind was
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running around him. He asked himself if that was what it felt like to
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die. If that' s what Jorge experienced as he suffocated slowly. He
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tried to think of some prayer or prayer he could offer, but he really
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couldn' t remember any. In his mental anguish he found something or rather
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someone in the midst of what he believed, which was the agony of death.
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A voice emerged from a powerful and very real presence. It was his
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brother Jorge. My Uncle David claims he felt he was his brother right away.
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He was invaded by a sense of rest and serenity. All fear and
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panic faded away with the appearance of his brother. It was a bit sharper,
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but perfectly audible. My Uncle George spoke these words David calmly. It
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' s gonna be okay, you' re gonna get help. Just wait
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for it to arrive. Hugo trusts I will never leave you again and just
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after that he gave him a little golden cross. That was the chain my
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uncle David had given him at Christmas, just the year of his death.
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So he was able to recognize her. He knew his friend Hugo was watching
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the TV in the other room of the house, when he had gone to
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bed. All the Christmas Eve celebrations had exhausted him and he had fallen asleep
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watching an episode of a television series. Actually, he didn' t hear
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his panting or his struggle to survive. Then she told him she had woken
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up. Suddenly, when he heard his name very clearly, he remembered the
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pressure he felt on his shoulder in the face of his resistance to being awakened
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by someone. He also remembers that it was Jorge who was trying to wake
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him up. I was hoping to see you when you opened your eyes.
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However, when he woke up, he realized that he was alone in that
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room. I was confused and half asleep ready to fall asleep. Again,
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when he was startled, he was struck by the desperate sounds coming from the
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Camera, as if someone was fighting, and that someone was my Uncle David,
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begging for his life. As he entered the chamber, Hugo did not
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find himself moving abruptly, as a fish does out of the water. Before
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you faint and become unconscious. Quickly, Hugo called a taxi and started giving
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him artificial breathing. They put him in the car and rushed him off to
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the hospital. Hugo was still helping him. My uncle David doesn' t
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remember any of this, for him he was somewhere outside of this world with
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his brother, with whom he was completely at peace and excited to have reunited
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with him, by the time he arrived at the hospital, he had stopped
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breathing and only had a weak and erratic pulse. The doctors managed to regain
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consciousness and, once stabilized, was sent to the intensive care unit for observation.
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What turned out was that he had been given severe pneumonia and had his
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airways inflamed and clogged. If he hadn' t been mysteriously awakened, he
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' d have died of asphyxiation. On the afternoon of the following day.
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At four o’ clock he regained consciousness, feeling quite disoriented, as expected.
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Under the circumstances, all the hospital staff were very satisfied with their recursive
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operation, but they were very perplexed and apparently quite concerned about a certain physical
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manifestation around their neck, as it had marks that seemed to have caused them
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some burning with a rope. After a very long interview, her doctor felt
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to some extent calm that she had not been assaulted or that there had been
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any attempt to take her life. However, the hospital psychiatrist examined him my
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uncle told him what had happened to him and concluded that the marks on the
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rope burns were an external somatic manifestation of unsolved psychological trauma, which my uncle
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had suffered as a result of his brother' s event. It was the
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trigger that had caused the trauma to float on the surface. My uncle was
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very impressed by all that, but he was sure of the emotional impact he
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received when he went to keep his brother company. My uncle always or.
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Remember this with love. What seems more strange and incredible to me from this
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account is that when he opened the overcoffee that contained his valuable belongings, the
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staff had kept them at his entrance. There, along with his ring and
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his watch, was the little gold cross my uncle Jorge had given him in
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his dreams. But the most surprising thing is that my uncle Jorge had been
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buried with her. No one could give an explanation of how he could have
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gotten there. My uncle left the hospital in just over a week after his
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admission, just in time for Christmas. My uncle had no doubt that it
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had been Jorge who had warned Hugo of his situation and also to wake him
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up in time. It was also my uncle Jorge who was his comfort and
50:49
support as he hung between life and death. He is more than convinced that
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there is a curtain that is divided into these two worlds and that it is
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extremely thin. According to my uncle, this was the beginning of what he
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calls the day I became a magnet of things from beyond. However, his
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friend Hugo, he has endless stories of paranormal events. However, it has
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no origin history, because according to Hugo, it has happened to him since
51:20
he remembers wherever he moves or if he spends more than a few days somewhere.
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These things tend to happen and, therefore, they told me what they
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lived when they just bought that apartment to move in together. It took them
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a few days to move all their belongings and one of the first things they
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put in the place was Hugo' s old piano. At that time they
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planned for their band to practice in the dining room, which had in the
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center glass doors that served as a division. There was a small lobby separating
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the rooms and their kitchen, which extends parallel to the Dining room. There
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is a door on each side of the kitchen, which allows access to any
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side. They planned to put the piano in the front section, that is,
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in the dining room. After carrying some mattresses and some furniture, they
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decided to rest the next morning, when they woke up, they were surprised
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to see that the piano, which was huge and extremely heavy, was now
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in the back of the room. Since they hadn' t removed their legs
52:31
from the piano. Several maneuvers had to be made to pass through the doors
52:36
of Cristal. That work must have been a total feat in the form of
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a joke of a hundred that there must have been huge mice, which moved
52:46
the piano. My Uncle David, who by that time was not used to
52:51
those events, suggested that Hugo leave it there. But Hugo preferred the acoustics
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and structure of the room. It gave him a kind of very original niche
53:01
that was on the corner. So, along with five of his friends,
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they managed to bring the piano through the glass doors of the corner of the
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dining room the next morning. Indeed, the piano was back in the back
53:15
and this time resigned because it no longer had assistants. He left it at
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that place. On another occasion, when they were fully installed, Hugo decided
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to review a musical score on the kitchen table. The only person in the
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house besides him was David, who had gone up to rest and, as
53:37
there was, was so busy. He didn' t realize sounds were like
53:43
sighs or difficult breathing coming out of the room. When he finally heard them,
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he believed that David had woken up and that he was bringing the guitars
53:53
to put them in the music room Hugo claims that whoever was walking from the
53:59
room to the Dining room, but stopped at the door leading to the kitchen
54:04
and then walked on the other side with sighs of anguish, as well as
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frustration, as if he wanted to leave the Dining room but could not pass
54:14
through the doors to enter the kitchen. Hugo was so intrigued by these unique
54:17
steps, so he rushed into the room to see what was happening. However,
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there was no one there. I almost expected to see that they had
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changed the piano of the place again and was relieved to see it in the
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usual place. Although he is not nervous, especially when it comes to paranormal
54:37
activity, he was pleased to see that the other members of the band were
54:43
already arriving. He told them that both David and David were convinced that they
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were frightened in that place and described to them what was happening. A few
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days later, when the man who sold them the apartment returned to pick up
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his last boxes, Hugo told him what had been happening to them and the
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former owner said that he was not surprised that, in fact, it was
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one of the reasons why he had to sell them. He explained that his
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family, and especially women, were not happy in that place in terms of
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change rather than piano. That man explained to them that the front room,
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that is, the room had long been used as the rest room for the
55:24
funerals of the people who died in the family. This was before funeral homes
55:30
existed. The man pointed to the little niche that he had liked so much
55:37
to put the piano and explained that they used to call it the corner of
55:40
the laud and it was the place where the body was placed for the wake.
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So the piano didn' t please the deceased because it was in the
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wake room. Either way, it was evident that some invisible being liked the
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piano, as certain dark melodies often woke up to me and Hugo. One
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night when they had already retired to rest, Hugo and my uncle David were
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awakened by a loud snap that looked like the sound of thunder. This one
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was followed by another, only this time it was also heard as if someone
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were violently closing the piano cover. The piano strings could be heard all over
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the house. In fact, Hugo thought maybe a lightning bolt had fallen on
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the piano. He rushed down the stairs to the room to check the piano
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and my uncle David followed him and from there the lights went on. But
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because of his blinking, it was announced that the electric current would be suspended
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very soon. So from there he went to the kitchen to bring a couple
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of flashlights. He returned just in time to witness the way another lightning lit
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up the dining room and this time the electric power was lost. Hugo and
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Uncle didn' t pick up the flashlights and check the rooms to make sure
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he didn' t miss any electrical damage. They were disconnecting everything in their
57:04
wake. As they headed for the piano, they suddenly saw a third flash.
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However, it did not enumerate the room, but illuminated the piano.
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It seemed as if an amorphous concentration of light approached and entered the piano deck.
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As it reappeared slowly. Morfa luminescence began to take the form of a
57:25
woman. They couldn' t believe what their eyes would see. The ghost
57:30
became the figure of a woman dressed in white and seemed surprised to see them
57:35
in the same way that the two of them were impressed to see her.
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A few seconds later, that woman' s gaze shifted to a challenge,
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as if she were watching her territory. He shook his head and stared at
57:51
them before he entered that piano again. My Uncle David thinks that maybe somehow,
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that woman was one of the many people who were veiled at that place
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before she became an apartment and maybe she had really liked the piano, so
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they usually let her use it. When I wanted to, on one occasion
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I asked them to let me sleep there to record a video of how the
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piano is played alone at night, and I can attest that it does.
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However, the next morning, when I went to pick up my phone,
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it was burning as if it had suffered an electric shock. I suppose the
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events in my uncle' s and his friend' s apartment will remain in
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a perpetual mystery. My name is Miguel and today I want to tell you
58:43
what could be the worst experience of my life. It' s something that
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really causes me nightmares to this day and I don' t know what happened
58:52
after the events that I' m going to tell you next, so if
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someone lived something similar, I' d like to know. I' m
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not so sure I want to give the exact location, since I wouldn'
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t want them to bother the owner, although if someone lived it, I
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' m sure they' ll be able to identify the place with my descriptions.
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When I was eighteen, my cousin and I had just arrived in Mexico
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City since we had been admitted to the National Autonomous University of Mexico UNAM and
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my parents had accompanied us to find a place to stay. After reviewing several
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options, our mothers decided that we should stay in a small room, which
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had its own bathroom and a small tray to wash frets at the time was
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not only the only thing we could afford, but it was really one of
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the best options we had found. This place was surprisingly small, considering that
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we were two people who had grown up in a large house with a large
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courtyard. This fourth census was on the second floor of a building. To
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make the most of the limited space, my parents chose to buy a bunk
1:00:08
and, after discussing it for a while, we finally decided that I would
1:00:14
stay with the top bunk for the rest of the day, my cousin and
1:00:17
I settled. We placed the bunk right next to a large window facing the
1:00:22
building next door. It was while we were installing a curtain to cover the
1:00:29
window that I noticed something strange. In the neighboring house. His yard was
1:00:32
a peculiar place. Even though it' s paved. The dry weed was
1:00:37
plunging through the cracks. It was full of dirt as if it hadn'
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t been swept away in years. There was a strange rag doll with button
1:00:46
eyes. He was on top of a bowler, which seemed to be too
1:00:52
careless. The doll was mistreated by the relentless rays of the sun. No
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one seemed to care about moving it. From there I found his presence disquieting.
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However, the strangest thing was not the doll itself, but what I
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could see from my window. The house next door had a seemingly perfect office
1:01:14
for a writer. There was an elegant wooden desk with an old typewriter carefully
1:01:20
placed on it, along with other objects such as polygraph candy bowls and a
1:01:28
few sheets of paper. It was a corner that seemed like the perfect haven
1:01:34
for creativity, but there were no signs of life and there seemed to be
1:01:37
no one in the house. That place. I thought it was great.
1:01:42
I guess it was partly because my dream was to study something related to writing
1:01:46
or something, but my parents didn' t allow it. For the rest
1:01:52
of that afternoon, my curiosity led me to constantly look out the window towards
1:01:57
the house next door, where the mysterious and beautiful office gaze was. However,
1:02:02
I did not see any movement, even when the sun went down and
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the neighborhood plunged into darkness. The lights in the neighboring house were never turned
1:02:13
on, but the office window was still open, as if you were waiting
1:02:19
for something or someone. Before I set myself up to sleep. That night
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I took a last look through the window, but the results were the same.
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The Office remained deserted and silent. There were no signs of life or
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movement in that direction. For a moment I thought that the writer had left
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the city and for some reason, he had forgotten to close the window and
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that was why he had stayed like this, so I decided to leave the
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subject for peace and in a short time I managed to fall asleep the next
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morning, while my cousin and I had some breakfast before heading to the university,
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I noticed that it looked extremely tired and I asked him if I had
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not been able to sleep well, while I have always been a person with
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a very heavy sleep and who can practically sleep anywhere. My cousin, on
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the other hand, was someone with very light sleep that even when sleeping in
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my house for pillaged, it was hard for him to fall asleep, so
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I assumed that this change would be very difficult for him. With a sigh,
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he said no. He told me that all night long, the damn
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typewriter next door had sounded nonstop. I was perplexed at his statement, for
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I had heard absolutely nothing during the night. I assured him that my dream
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had been calm and uninterrupted. My cousin frowned and commented on how strange it
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seemed to him that someone still used a typewriter these days, when computers were
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so common. Then he hurried to pick up his things and left as he
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had classes. Intrigued by my cousin' s comment, I looked out the
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window again after he left. Again, the large window of the office was
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open and there was no sign that someone was nearby at the time I could
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not understand and, in fact, I can not know at the moment either,
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because at that time that place caused me so much intrigue and made me
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look every time I heard the slightest noise, but whenever I looked out,
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the place was again desolate and without a single trace of human life. The
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following nights went on in a fairly similar way. My cousin kept complaining about
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how that neighbor wouldn' t let him sleep with his noisy typewriter, but
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I still didn' t hear anything. I asked him if he had tried
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to yell at him from our window to keep him quiet, since it was
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probably something I would have done if I bothered so much. But my cousin
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was someone very different from me. He replied that he had never looked out
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to check whether the neighbor was responsible for the noise. For him it was
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obvious, as the sound was unmistakablely similar to that of a typewriter and if
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it was not him, there was no other explanation. Finally, we decided
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that when I heard the typewriter on the next occasion, I would wake up
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immediately so that I too could hear it and in that way, I would
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be the one to yell at him, to shut up at once. But
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on top of that, personally, at that time I was increasingly intrigued by
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that old- fashioned, hermit writer who worked on his old typewriter at night.
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Finally came the next night and, as expected, I fell asleep waiting
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to be awakened by my cousin. It wasn' t long before my cousin
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started kicking my mattress from below for him to try to wake me up by
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telling me the noise had started. Indeed, it was heard as if someone
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were typing in a typewriter only very strong, as if the machine was in
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that same room. My cousin was visibly upset as he covered his ears and
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told me he was sick of it. When I walked the curtain, we
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saw nothing unusual. In the next house it was completely dark, with only
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a dim glow in the courtyard. Due to the light pollution of the city.
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Everything seemed quiet like any other morning and although at first we did not
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realize the noise of the typewriter that had been so disturbing, it had stopped
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suddenly. We stared at that house for several minutes. That' s when
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I realized that the rag doll with button- eyed eyes, that before it
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had got on top of the boiler and that it looked like no one was
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out of there anymore. I mentioned this to my cousin, pointing to the
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absence of the doll, but the rest of the importance to the situation said
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that perhaps the owner of the house had removed him for some reason. However,
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my concern persisted and I wondered if there was any connection between the mysterious
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writer and the disappearance of the doll. The next morning, before I went
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to college, I decided to observe once again in the courtyard of the neighboring
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house. To my surprise, everything looked exactly the same as the previous days.
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The open window, the unaltered courtyard and even the rag doll resting on
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the boiler seemed a little strange to me, but as I was a little
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late for my classes, I decided to put aside my concerns. If I
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left then I had not been able to accommodate my schedule at all well,
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so some of my classes were very separate from each other and that was the
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case of this particular day. So, with several hours off before my last
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class, I went back to my room to eat something and maybe take a
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nap. As I entered, I looked out the window again, but everything
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seemed completely normal, with no indication that anything unusual was happening in that house.
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I warmed up some food in the microwave and ate feeling exhausted, decided
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to lie down in my cousin' s bed to rest a moment before returning
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to college However, at some point something woke me up was the sound of
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the typewriter, which kept ringing and I realized that it had darkened. I
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looked at my phone, which was dialing around ten o' clock at night,
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I had lost all my classes and there was a message from my cousin
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saying that he had gone with some friends. My alarm had not sounded and
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the disturbing click speed on the typewriter puzzled me. Before continuing, I must
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clarify that, although I had a cell phone, at that time, the
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cameras of the phones were not at all good and, being foreign students with
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very limited budget, I will only say that the phones we had at the
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time would blur a selfi, although at that time I tried to take video.
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Nothing could be seen, but in short, without much thought I opened
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the curtain again, but everything seemed calm. Despite that, the sound persisted
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and was now heard much faster than before. However, what really bothered me
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was realizing that the rag doll was no longer in its usual place. The
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latter scared me a lot, just like it made me feel an ugly chill
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all over my back. I decided to close the curtain, but before I
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could do it, something caught my attention. In the middle of the darkness
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filling the neighbor' s office. I sensed a movement as if something was
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moving on the desk. I tried to fix my eyes to see clearly and
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then something turned and I saw two bright red lights were like two LED lights
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that might only look that bright because of the darkness of the house, but
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they really looked like two demonic eyes in the dark. The fear seized me
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at that moment and I closed the curtain at once. I didn' t
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dare reopen it for the rest of the night. The disturbing presence in the
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neighboring house had left me perplexed and fearful of what might happen next. I
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couldn' t say for sure, but I have a very clear memory of
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myself praying everything I remembered until I finally fell asleep. The next morning,
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as soon as my cousin walked through the door, I told him everything I
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had seen the night before. At first he suggested that maybe the neighbor was
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trying to play a heavy joke, but we both shared a disturbing feeling that
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something else was at stake. We looked out the window and to our surprise,
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almost everything seemed to return to normal, except that on that day that
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rag doll was again sitting in the middle of the courtyard, as if it
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were looking directly at our apartment. A chill swept through our spine and decided
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to close the curtain quickly. We agreed that it would be best to go
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to college and try to stop thinking about what was happening in the neighboring house.
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We thought maybe our frightened minds were making that situation bigger. Perhaps some
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cat had thrown it off the boiler and it had rolled in such a way
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that it had remained that way and perhaps everything had a perfectly logical explanation.
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However, my mind was still obsessed with the mystery and I felt that I
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had to solve it somehow. After my classes ended, that day I decided
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to take a bold step. I went to the neighboring house and knocked on
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the door and planned to invent a story about an interview for the University,
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with the so- called writer who lived there, hoping that once I knew
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that someone normal was occupying that house, I would feel more calm. I
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touched. For about five minutes and something inside me told me that it was
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best to leave, since every time I played it sounded like there was a
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lot of echo inside the house. However, I was really committed to calming
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down at any cost. After that time, the owner of the rented room.
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She finally saw me, too She was coming at the time. He
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asked me why I was playing in that house. I gave him the excuse
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he had already prepared. I told her I wanted to interview the writer who
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lived there, to which she responded with strangeness saying that no writer lived.
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There I mentioned that every night I listened to a typewriter, but she claimed
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that this could not be possible, since the house was completely empty. He
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also informed me that the property belonged to his brother, who was in the
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United States. After that, I just stood there staring at her without knowing
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at all what to answer. Although she thought that maybe some bum was going
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into the house at night, so she asked me to come in with her
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just to see if there were any signs that someone was living there and I
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didn' t really know how to refuse, so I agreed to her s
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o s or fired her apartment for her keys, opened the door and we
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both walked in. Indeed, the house was totally abandoned and without any trace
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that anyone was living there. Everything was covered with blankets, dust and cobwebs.
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I guess at the time I had to leave, but my brain wanted
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to make sure that impeccable and well- preserved office didn' t exist.
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Her. He told me to see the room you could see from our window.
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To my amazement we found the office almost as I had seen it from
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my window, a desk, with a typewriter, leaflets and so on,
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but with the terrifying detail that everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. No
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doubt it might have looked good at some point, but not exactly in that
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typewriter keys even had thick webs. It was evident that no one had used
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that mass machine in years and the rag doll, which had troubled us so
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much, was not in the middle of the courtyard, as we had seen
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in the morning. I didn' t dare tell the owner anything about the
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doll. In fact, at the time I was really in choc for everything
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I' d seen. After seeing the office, now abandoned from my window,
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I returned to my room with a knot in my stomach. Part of
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me wanted everything to go back to normal, the office to be there.
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As always, the rational part of my head wanted to make me believe that
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perhaps our window was pointing to another office and it had all been a macabre
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mistake. But to my misfortune, as I looked back from my window,
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I saw that abandoned office that I might have had better days. I waited
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patiently for my cousin to come to tell him what had happened. At first.
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I doubt and thought I was playing a heavy joke on him along with
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the neighbor of the house next door, but my pale and frightened face finally
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convinced him. We shared our confusion and fear over the strange events surrounding the
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neighboring house. That night we both went to bed, although none could sleep,
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at least for my part, I felt that something very bad could happen
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if I closed my eyes around two in the morning, even with fear lurking
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in our hearts. Suddenly, while we were on the verge of falling asleep,
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the horrible sound of the typewriter filled the room, we rose suddenly and
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with fear in our eyes. We looked out the window, hoping that was
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the way to stop it as it had worked the only time we had looked
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out together. I wish we' d never done it, because this time
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there was something different. The office was illuminated by a candle placed in the
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scldo and we saw horrified how the typewriter worked on its own. It was
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as if something invisible was pressing the keys of the machine, producing a frantic
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and disturbing click. But that wasn' t all. As we watched with
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disbelief we saw how the rag doll, which had troubled us so much before,
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moved through the courtyard, ran in circles as if a little boy were
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playing with him. Our hearts were pounding as we closed the curtain, waiting
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for the sound to cease. The sound finally stopped when the sun came up,
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but our decision was made. We didn' t know what was going
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on. However, we were both well aware that we no longer wanted to
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live there. So we told our parents that the landlady had said that we
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could no longer rent our room and that we should look for another place for
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our luck. We managed to find an almost equally accessible place and moved there
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shortly afterwards and never returned there, so to date I do not know if
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