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Peleamos Contra Un Demonio Cuando Fui Militar Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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I am Sergeant David Mendoza, a veteran of the army, whose experiences on
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the battlefield seem pale in the face of what I faced in a mission that
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took us beyond enemy lines to the very depths of the abyss. This story
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begins on a mission that its objective is not relevant. For this story,
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the warmth of the desert sun was mixed with the dust that lifted our steps.
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Our unity was well known in its time, so I will not give
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real names, because some still live. It was made up of men whose
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faces had been carved by war. Each of us carried the burden of responsibility
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on our shoulders, knowing that our actions could change the course of history.
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The mission presented itself before us as a labyrinth of dangers and adversity. Each
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step was imbued with uncertainty and each look conveyed the attention that had taken root
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in our souls. The first night, in the desert, as the stars
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lined up in a vast dark sky, we set up our temporary camp near
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an oasis. Despite the apparent tranquility, the wind carried a disturbing whisper that
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crawled through the sand. The feeling of being watched stalked by something beyond our
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comprehension was nailed in our minds like sharp thorns. Our feeling was noticed the
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first night, I can remember it perfectly. Soldier Simon, who was a
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brave young man full of life, began acting strangely during one of the night
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guards. I was the first to notice his strange act when he returned,
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as he did not respond to my indication to give me his report. However,
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all of us noticed when his eyes clouded and his voice took on a
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terrifying tone as he uttered words in a language I did not understand. The
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camp was filled with tension as we tried to contain it, but its strength
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seemed supernatural, it was as if unknown forces were controlling it. Simon.
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He finally collapsed unconsciously, but the seed of fear had been planted in our
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hearts. The doctor examined his condition and found in the unexplained medical riddle.
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We decided to keep him isolated, safe from whatever possessed him. Uncertainty became
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paranoia and every corner of the night became a stage where the unknown stalked.
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The days passed and the shadow of a dark influence hovered more and more upon
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us. Every conversation in whispers, every shadow that seemed to slip into the
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corner of the obo, reminded us that we were not alone in that desolate
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corner of the world, but we were soldiers trained to face adversity and that
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kept us firm in our mission. It was for a stormy night. When
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we realized the truth, Simon woke up from that night. He had become
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very quiet and refused to tell us what had happened. His eyes were windows
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to the unknown. His voice resounded in the air like a poisonous snake as
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he uttered words in a language forgotten by mankind. The horror took hold of
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us when, one by one, several of our soldiers began to manifest similar
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symptoms. His eyes were red, his voices murmured in a tongue that we
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could not understand. We were trapped in a nightmare prisoners of forces beyond our
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comprehension. Some of the soldiers, who were not under any kind of effect,
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began to pray for comfort in the prayers they had learned from children.
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I, not being raised under any religion, had no idea how to accompany
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them, so I only repeated how little I understood of them. However,
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while we were doing so, the words of the prayers vanished from the minds
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of my companions as if someone or something prevented them from remembering them. It
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was as if they were disconnected from the faith they had ever had and therefore
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I could not continue either. Soldiers who had not been victims of what was
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happening struggled to remember the prayers that had once been a fundamental part of their
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lives. The inability to find comfort in religion intensified our sense of despair and
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isolation. However, we were determined not to surrender to the unknown. Finally,
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as if it were a gift of divinity or a strange coincidence, the
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calm returned to camp. The first rays of the sun began to appear on
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the horizon, dissipating the darkness that had been suffocating us. The change was
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almost instantaneous. Soldiers affected by demon possession recovered their voices and conscience, while
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evil influence seemed to recede into the light of day. The sense of relief
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was palpable in the air, but it was also tinted with caution. As
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the sun rose in the sky, revealing the devastation that was spreading around us,
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we realized that something greater and sinister was at stake. The soldiers who
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had been affected had strange marks on the body. They were as if they
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had been marked with boiling iron, the symbols were strange, but that was
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not the worst. On their feet they had different wounds for which they bled
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in abundance. None of that made sense. The soldiers who had been possessed
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by evil recognized what they had done under their influence and struggled to assimilate the
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horror of their own actions. Unbelief and confusion reflected in their eyes as they
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dealt with guilt and shame. I tried to get some people to tell me
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what they felt. However, the few who could talk about it told me
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that they had felt a prick and then everything was just cloudy memories. That
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experience had been terrifying, a constant struggle between the human and the inhuman,
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the tangible and the spectral. Despite being a skeptic of the paranormal, I
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found myself faced with the inexplicable, which challenged all logic and reason, the
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need to find a logical explanation led me to question what I had experienced.
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Even after the calm returned, I could not help but consider other explanations.
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My mind searched for patterns, connections and motives behind what we had faced,
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and the theory that some kind of prohibited substance had spilled into our canteens began
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to take shape. The idea that someone might have wanted to discredit us and
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make us seem incompetent took over my mind. I took the initiative of making
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contact with the affected soldiers and their superiors. It was important that we found
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answers, even if those answers were in the darkest of the conspiracy. I
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coordinated that the soldiers were sent back to their homes, as they needed rest
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and medical care. The betrayal we had faced on the battlefield seemed to have
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spread to a darker and sinister level. In the days that followed, my
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mind continued to seek two tests and explanations. Despite my skepticism, paranoia began
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to sneak into my sique I observed the water from the canteens with suspicion that
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some kind of substance had been dumped into them toxicological examinations. They gave no
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answer, but my mind refused to give in to uncertainty. The tranquility of
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those days collapsed on a sinister night, a night that sank into my memory
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like a poisoned dagger. We were at the camp recovering from our traumatic experiences.
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My mind was still trapped in the whirlwind of traumatic experiences we had faced.
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But even when my eyelids closed in search of respite, the horrors of
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the past found their way in my dreams. An intense child enveloped me with
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a feeling that I was being watched by invisible eyes. I tried to fight
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the monsters lurking in my nightmares, but their power seemed unshakable. Then a
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noise shook me out of my sleep and my eyes suddenly opened. The darkness
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of the night surrounded me, but what really woke me up was a demonic
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voice that seemed to whisper in the shadows. Words were not understood as belonging
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to a language that should never have existed. My heart was beating with uncontrolled
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violence. As I struggled to understand what was happening. As my eyes adjusted
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to the shadow, my gaze turned toward the corner of my eye and what
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I saw filled me with a terror that left me breathless. A horribly thin,
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inhumanly tall figure slipped between the bunk beds in the camp. Every step
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he took resonated with a hollow, strong sound, as if only bones collided
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with the ground. Fear clung to my throat, threatening to suffocate me as
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I watched with horror the macabre dance that unfolded before my eyes. The figure
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was just more than a distorted shadow. His dark and fuzzy features, but
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his presence was impossible to ignore. His steps were firm as if nothing could
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stop him. It was like he was looking for something or someone. Fear
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became an immobilizing terror. As the humanoid spectrum approached where we slept, my
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muscles were tense. My mind cried out to flee, but I was trapped
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in a state of paralysis that can only be understood by those who have faced
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the incomprehensible. I saw him stop right above the bunk of one of my
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colleagues. His long limbs seemed to stretch and twist in inhuman ways. My
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partner lay lying unconscious of the danger that lay over him. I wanted to
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shout warning, but my voice was trapped in my throat, one more victim
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of the paralysis that was holding me back. The figure bowed down his face
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barely visible in the dark. My heart was beating with such intensity that I
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felt that I could escape from my chest at any moment. The creature approached.
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Her invisible breath. It seemed to envelop me in a cloud of nightmare,
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as its features became more discernible. I saw his eyes two bright red
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dots that seemed to burn it was as if he was looking through the flesh
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and bones directly at my soul. Terror had me immobilized, but what happened
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next was recorded in my mind as a nightmare that would never fade away.
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The figure moved away from me back to my partner. His bony hand spread
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slowly toward him and then, as if time itself had slowed down, I
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saw his fingers passing through my companion' s body as if he was going
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through the air It was like a supernatural act, something that challenged all the
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laws of reality and my mind struggled to understand what was happening. As I
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watched with horror as the figure seemed to begin sucking something invisible from my companion.
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His chest sank unnaturally, as if the very essence of his being was
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being torn from his body. I wanted to scream to release the terror that
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imprisoned me, but my voice was still a distant echo in my throat.
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My muscles felt as if they were wrapped in invisible chains, unable to free
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themselves from the grip of fear. I saw the figure withdraw from my partner.
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His task was apparently complete. It was only when the first rays of
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the sun began to appear on the horizon that I felt the spell of fear
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break. My limbs shook. When I was finally able to move and get
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into the bunk, I looked around, but the figure had disappeared as if
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it had never been there. My first reaction was to run to my partner
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fearing the worst. My heart sank into my chest. When I saw its
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inert form it was cold as ice and touching its skin, its rigidity was
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evident. My mind was struggling to process what I was seeing. His body
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dry as if something had drained, not only his life, but every drop
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of moisture and vitality of his being. The vitality in my companion' s
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being had been drained his body now lay as a vestige of what once had
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been panic seized all of us. When we saw his dead body a reminder
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of his fearsome night- spanner that we had shared without thinking too much,
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I thought of communicating with my superiors for an immediate relocation. However, in
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trying, I discovered that our radio, the only source of communication, had
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been broken. Isolation left us at the mercy of our own thoughts and fears
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and uncertainty surrounded us like a dark veil. We were trapped in an unknown
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place with no way to communicate with the outside world. However, we knew
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that we only had to wait until they came looking for us. There was
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one more night left before the mission at that cursed place finally ended. However,
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that expectation seemed to be an eternity of anguish. To avoid further inconvenience,
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we decided to set up guard in case anything happened. The decision to
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remain vigilant proved to be one of the worst we could have made. The
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tension in the air was palpable as we took turns watching our gazes fixed in
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the dark, our ears alert to any sound. Out of the ordinary,
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every whisper of the wind seemed like a malevolent murmur, every shadow a possible
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danger. The night was advancing in agony, every second felt like an eternity.
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My colleagues and I shared nervous looks. Our expressions reflected the fear that
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united us in a silent bond. The silence was oppressive, a constant reminder
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that we were at the mercy of the unknown. The time finally came when
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I was relieved of the guard. The exhaustion weighed on my eyelids. As
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I struggled against the dream that threatened to dominate me. I slept in my
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bunk my mind struggling to find calm. In the midst of the storm of
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fear, I closed my eyes looking for a momentary escape from the terrifying reality
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around us. But the rest wasn' t meant to be mine. A
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heartbreaking cry burst into the air, a cry that was heard in every corner
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of the place. I woke up at once. The heart hammered in my
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chest as the darkness enveloped me. The camp was in chaos panic- filled
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voices resounding around me. While everyone was trying to understand what was happening,
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struggling to focus my view. In the midst of confusion, I saw one
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of my companions being dragged out of the place by an invisible force. Terror
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seized me when I realized that I had been relieved of my guard. Just
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moments ago, my hands searched for my weapon and with it in hand I
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ran out into the darkness, pushing my fears aside because of the urgency of
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the situation. The scene outside the camp was in total chaos. Shadows seemed
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to come alive moving in erratic patterns that challenged logic. I saw my partner
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being dragged down the floor, his body twisted in an inhuman posture, while
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he issued desperate cries for help. The creature was a gloomy presence barely discernible
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in the dark, but its intention was clear. With the heart in the
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throat and determination. Burning in my chest, I lifted my gun and fired
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at the creature. The shots resounded at night, but the creature was faster
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than I could anticipate. She vanished into the dark as if she had melted
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with the shadows around her. My bullets only reached the empty air a useless
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proof of my attempt to defend my partner. The chaos continued around me.
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As my companions tried to understand what they had witnessed, My words mingled with
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the cries of others. As we tried to understand what had happened but as
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I looked around, I realized that the creature had completely disappeared. My partner
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was missing, too. Dragged in the night without leaving a trace, we
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stayed in the darkness, with the bewilderment and despair growing in our hearts.
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The creature and supernatural events seemed to have woven a web of terror and confusion
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around us. We had no answers, just a paralyzing fear that threatened to
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break our sanity. We decided to organize a search to find our missing partner.
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Armed with flashlights and guns. We ventured into the dark night our footsteps
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resounding in the sand as we explored the surroundings. The atmosphere was loaded with
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tension. Each shadow seemed to gain its own life and the wind whispered in
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our minds as a warning. As we advanced we discovered traces of blood and
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signs of struggle. The land was marked by confused and deep traces that could
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only be the result of a fierce struggle. We dared to follow the traces,
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guided by the hope of finding our companion alive, but also by the
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fear of what we might discover. The days that followed after that fateful night
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became an agony of unanswered questions. The superiors finally arrived, bringing with them
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an air of relief, but also of silence. We were informed that my
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partner had deserted, that he had fled his duty and responsibility. We,
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who had faced the horrors of that night did not s s s s s.
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We looked at each other in silence, knowing the truth that was beyond
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what we could say. The official story was manipulated to hide the horrors we
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had faced in the eyes of the world. My partner had left his post
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and his honor. The truth was buried under layers of lies and denials,
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and we were forced to accept that version to preserve their loved ones from the
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terrifying truth. History would never be told one more victim of cover- up
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and fear. But for those of us who live it, the night of
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the inhuman creature would be like an indelible memory. The face of my companion
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and his cries for help were engraved in my mind a constant warning that there
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are shadows in this world that can never be understood or forgotten. I don
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' t know what that creature was, but I' m sure of what
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