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Las Sombras Y El Misterio De Los Skinwalkers - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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My name is Augustine and a few years ago I decided to visit my relatives
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in a small town in the United States. I had spent most of my
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life in Mexico, but the idea of reconnecting with my family prompted me to
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undertake this trip to unknown lands. The first night at my relatives' house
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was quiet, but something unusual happened. I heard strange noises that seemed to
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come from the forest surrounding the house. It was a remote place, far
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from civilization, where darkness took over everything when the sun set. I decided
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to get up to investigate. My cousins were deep asleep, just like the
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rest of the house. I took a flashlight and ventured outside, leaving behind
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the warm shelter of the cabin. As I went into the dark. The
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sounds became more disturbing, crus branches under my feet and I sometimes heard a
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distant noise. But what bothered me the most was a rotting smell floating in
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the air, like a mixture of decomposing meat and something like rotten grass.
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My steps led me to a clearing in the forest and there, in the
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distance and between the shadows, I saw something that icy my blood. A
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couple of asses stood out of the weeds like the horns of a deer,
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but there was something terribly wrong with that scene. The arses were exaggeratedly large
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and twisted and seemed to grow directly from the head of the creature with no
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visible body. I stood still with the flashlight in my hand. I couldn
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' t see beyond the asts and a feeling of discomfort took hold of me.
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However, something inside me. He told me that I should not come
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any closer and slowly retreated with my heart beating hard and returned back to the
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house. The next day I shared my experience with my cousins. One of
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them, Michael, listened to my story seriously and then mentioned that there was
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a creepy story about a being called the Walkers. According to legend, skinwalkers
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were mystical creatures, capable of changing form and invoking evil. They were said
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to be lurking in the woods and to take the form of animals to deceive
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the unwary. That story left me intrigued. I had always been interested in
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all that paranormal, so I decided to investigate more about skinwalkers, discovered that
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they were part of Navajo mythology and that those who became skin walkers were believed
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to practice dark rituals to obtain supernatural powers. Some even claimed that they could
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be transformed into any animal they wished for, even human beings. Despite the
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disturbingness of the story, I decided not to pay too much attention to it,
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it seems to me to breed and one more legend. In a village
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full of folk tales and superstitions. Instead, I chose to embrace my other
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passion, the house. My uncle had a home dog named Max, a
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magnificent trained hound who was eager for action. That afternoon, I decided to
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take Max to the forest in search of servants. The idea of an exciting
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hunt seemed the best way to forget the disturbing experiences of the night before.
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The forest was spreading in front of us majestic and dark. The trees rose
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impressively and the air was imbued with the fragrance of nature. I went into
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the weed with Max following me closely. We walked for hours, following traces
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of deer, but it seemed that the prey remained elusive. That afternoon,
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the darkness began to fall and the full moon began to appear between the branches,
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but something in the atmosphere began to upset me again. It was at
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that moment that I heard what seemed to be a howl. Only this one
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heard something strange. It was like a loud and chilling lament, similar to
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that of a wolf, but somehow distorted Max got stiff, his ears rose
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and his eyes were filled with mistrust. Those howls weren' t normal,
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and my instinct was telling me that we were going into a dangerous situation.
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I ignored my nerves and we continued to move forward, but the howls persisted
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ever closer. The forest seemed to hover over us as if their trees had
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deliberately closed to trap us. I felt like we were being stalked by something
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I couldn' t see or understand. We finally got to a clearing in
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the woods. It was when Max stopped dry refusing to take another step and
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to be honest, something in me also told me that further progress was to
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look for trouble. The silence ruled from moment to moment, leaving us only
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listening to the leaves, moving in the wind. Fear took over Max.
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Suddenly, his body tense and receded with a terrified grunt. Before turning around
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and running in the opposite direction, I found myself paralyzed for a moment.
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My heart was pounding in my chest, but I knew I should follow Max,
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because I couldn' t let anything happen to him. I ran out
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after him getting deeper into the dense darkness of the forest. The night was
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oppressive and every shadow seemed to come to life of its own. My mind
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was filled with terrifying thoughts fueled by my cousin' s stories about skinwalkers and
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my own research. But I struggled with panic, saying to myself that I
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had only suggested. My main concern was to find max I knew how much
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my uncle loved that dog and I couldn' t let anything happen to him.
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The darkness of the night haunted me and my anguish grew with every step
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I took in that seemingly endless forest. While I was running I was trying
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to calm myself down I kept repeating in my mind that I had to find
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Maxi, that everything would be fine, but the howl of an owl in
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the distance seemed to mock my courage. Newly found, I realized I had
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no idea where I was headed anymore. I had completely lost track of direction
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and did not know if I was further away from the security of the cabin
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or near the place where I had seen the strange creature. Then in the
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middle of the darkness, I heard something that made my heart stop. It
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was a pitiful sound, like a dog crying. There was no doubt in
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my mind it was Max. However, the sadness in that crying was disturbing.
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I began to look for the source of the sound striving to open my
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way through thick weeds, but suddenly, the crying stopped abruptly as if someone
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had covered the dog' s mouth. The silence that followed was frightening and
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my anxiety increased. I began to call Max by his name with my voice
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shaking in the night, Max Max, where you are murmuring in the middle
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of the darkness, the flashlight in my hand trembled throwing erratic flashes of light.
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I kept calling my dog with my voice full of anxiety and then,
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between the weeds and the trees. I heard heavy gasps like an exhausted dog.
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That encouraged me to keep calling Max and to open my way to him.
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The hope of finding him safely moved me despite the fear I felt,
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but what I heard next made my blood freeze in my veins. The words
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that resounded at night were unintelligible, as if someone tried to speak in an
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unknown language. The syllables were mixed into an inconsistent murmur and the air was
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filled with a malevolent presence. Suddenly, snoring and distorted words managed to emerge
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from that chaos of sounds Max repeated a voice that seemed chillingly familiar to me.
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I imitated my call to the dog and that made my fear intensify as
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I moved toward the voice. The shadows dissipated and the full moon cast its
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light on the emerging figure. What I saw before my eyes filled me with
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indescribable terror. It was a deer, but not an ordinary one. The
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deer stood upright in an unnatural posture for an animal of its species. His
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face was in cheeky parts, revealing bones and rotting flesh. Their asses were
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grotesquely large and twisted and seemed to emanate a supernatural darkness. My eyes met
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those of the deer and in them I saw a malevolent glow that stopped me
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completely smooth. I was trapped in a living nightmare in front of a creature
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that should not exist in this world and in the midst of that dark forest
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in the company of that twisted and terrifying being, I realized that my life
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was in grave danger. The twisted deer stood in the middle of the forest,
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with his gaze nailed to me as if he could read my thoughts and
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feed on my terror. The luminosity of the moon illuminated its deformed figure in
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a sinister way, revealing every grotesque detail of its appearance. My legs trembled
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as I remained paralyzed, unable to turn my gaze away from that inhuman being.
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Fear enveloped me like a cold blanket and my heart beat so hard that
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I could feel its pulsations in my temples. The deer, or whatever that
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abomination was, uttered a terrifying and distorted sound that resembled a dog' s
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grunt, but was stained with undeniable malevolence. I began to slowly recede without
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stopping to look at it with the flashlight shaking in my hand. That'
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s when I noticed that the creature was trying to imitate me. He uttered
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words inconsistently, trying to articulate sounds that resembled my voice calling Max, the
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deer repeated the dog' s name, but his voice was snoring and torn,
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as if his vocal cords had undergone a grotesque mutation. The deer began
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to move slowly towards me. His twisted limbs moved in an unsettling way.
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His gaze never turned away from mine and his empty eye sockets seemed to absorb
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the moonlight. Every step he took resonated in the forest as if the ground
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itself was whispering his advance. I realized I had to get away from that
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nightmare that I had to find Max and escape from that cursed place. I
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stepped back a few steps, keeping the distance and giving it between us.
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I turned around and started running away from the creature and looking for any trace
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of my dog. In the distance, through the trees, I sensed a
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flash of movement. It was Max gasping and with his eyes full of terror
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but alive. He seemed to have found a hiding place in the middle of
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the bush. His presence filled me with relief and I understood that I should
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reach him and turn away from that horror. I started moving towards Max,
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calling him by name, in an attempt to lead him to me. The
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words seemed to comfort him and his gasps became more intense as we approached the
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hope of recovering my faithful friend I was given strength to move on. However,
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in the midst of thick, dark weeds, something disturbing happened. Max
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' s gasps became more disturbing and a feeling of discomfort came over me.
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I couldn' t see it clearly, but he was sure it was nearby
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hidden between the bushes and the trees. I kept calling him, trying to
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calm him down and lead him to me, but all of a sudden,
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the gasps stopped abruptly and the silence that followed was more frightening than any sound
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I had heard before. The panic gripped me as I kept calling Max.
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Desperately, I went deeper into the weeds, moving the branches and leaves away
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in search of my dog. The darkness of the forest hovered over me and
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fear was mixed with uncertainty. I didn' t know if I was heading
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towards my faithful companion or a trap from that nightmare being. Suddenly, when
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I was about to give up and back down, I heard a sound that
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frozen my blood in my veins. It was a voice, a voice that
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was trying to imitate mine by pronouncing Max' s name. The syllables were
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inconsistent at first, but gradually they became clearer as if someone was learning to
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speak Max. Max mumbled his voice snoring and distorted. I felt a chill
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running around my spine as I approached the origin of the sound, unable to
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turn away the gaze of the full moon that lit the way, and then
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under the moonlight I saw it again was the twisted deer, standing upright,
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its broken face and its grotesquely large and twisted asses, I was imitating my
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voice and calling Max the same way I did. My eyes met those of
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the creature and in those dark bottomless wells I saw an indescribable evil. The
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deer was standing there in the shadows, with his supernatural presence and his macabre
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imitation of my voice. The full moon shed its light on the scene,
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illuminating the twisted deer in a surreal way. Its empty eye sockets seemed to
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absorb the moon' s own light, creating a hypnotic and terrifying effect.
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At the same time his broken mouth opened and closed with difficulty, emitting sounds
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that imitated my voice calling Max over and over again my mind was debated between
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horror and unbelief. And it is that, since something like that might have
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been happening to me, that creature in front of me challenged all logic and
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rational explanation. It was perhaps the dreaded Walkers skit, which my cousin had
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mentioned in his account. It couldn' t be real, but my eyes
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couldn' t deny the evidence before them. The deer advanced a few steps
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towards me with his twisted, threateningly high asses. Every step he took resonated
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in the forest. Lunar luminosity intensified the details of her pale, torn skin,
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making my heart beat even faster. The feeling of being trapped in a
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nightmare became stronger and I knew I had to find a way to escape that
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terrifying situation. My first instinct was to back off and run away, but
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the concern for Max kept me paralyzed. I knew I couldn' t leave
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my dog no matter how strange and terrifying that creature was. Keeping my gaze
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fixed on the twisted deer, I began to move slowly to one side,
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trying to surround it and reach Max, who was still hidden in the weeds.
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Every step I took was a challenge and my breathing became more audible in
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the midst of growing tension. The creature didn' t seem interested in me
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at the time. I kept calling Max in my distorted voice with his creepy
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imitations. This gave me a small advantage, allowing me to move forward without
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being intercepted by the deer. I finally got to the location, where Max
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had hidden in the shadow. I could see his eyes filled with terror,
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but at least he was safe. For the moment, my heart was beating
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with relief when I saw my faithful friend and knelt beside him, fondly caressing
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him. But we couldn' t stay there forever. I knew we had
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to find a way to escape from that cursed place and get away from the
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creature that was stalking us. Max seemed to understand the urgency of the situation
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and was ready to follow me. However, the creature did not leave us
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alone. He continued his macabre imitations and approached slowly. I didn' t
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have much choice, but I decided to make a desperate attempt. I took
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my bottle of whiskey with a piece of cloth from my shirt. I lit
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fire to it pointing directly at the twisted deer. The light of fire cut
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off the darkness of the night and the creature issued a sharp and painful alarm.
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The fire appeared to have hit the target back and his decomposed face twisted
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in pain. That was my chance to catch my escape, followed by my
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dog. Taking advantage of the temporal advantage that the light gave me, I
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started a race through the dark forest, leading to max with me. Fear
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and adrenaline were pumping through my body. As he ran, knowing that the
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creature could recover at any moment and pursue us. The branches and leaves creaked
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beneath our feet and the forest looked like an endless labyrinth. The full moon
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continued to illuminate our way, but its light seemed insufficient to dispel the darkness
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around us. As we advanced, the creature' s distorted howlings faded away,
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but I could not afford to let my guard down. I knew I
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had to find a safe place for Max and me. Far from the nightmare
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we had faced, we continued to run without knowing whether we were escaping danger
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or simply getting deeper into the forest trap. The darkness and uncertainty were overwhelming,
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but my determination to protect Max drove me forward. The night seemed eternal,
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but I finally found an improvised shelter in the middle of thick weeds,
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made sure Max was safe before taking a deep breath and looking around us.
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The twisted creature was no longer in sight, but I knew that I could
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not lower my guard my mind was full of unanswered questions that was that creature
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why I had imitated and called Max. My cousin' s stories about the
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skinwalkers seemed more real than ever. We spent the night in that makeshift shelter
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with Max next to me and the flashlight on, keeping the darkness at bay.
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Every sound of the forest filled me with restlessness and my eyes remained alert,
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searching for any sign of danger. As dawn had the sky of pink
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and golden tones. I knew we should find our way back to my uncles
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' cabin. We couldn' t stay in that cursed forest any longer How
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Max. By my side we set out on the way back following the trail
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we had left the night before. The terrifying experience we had experienced will never
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be erased from my memory and unanswered questions will continue to haunt me. That
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trip to the United States had brought with it much more than I had imagined,
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and the shadows of the forest and the mystery of the skinwalkers would remain
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