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PESADILLAS Que No DESAPARECEN - 4 ATERRADORAS Historias De VELADORES - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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My name is Daniel and for many years I have been the night watchman in
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a small antique shop in the center of the city. The store called Rare
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Memories, is known for its unique collection of ancient objects, including a lot
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of mannequins paint I had never been frightened by mannequins. I felt they were
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just simple plastic figures. However, one good day this changed. My night
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shifts were pretty quiet. At first, the store was closed and dark and
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my only company were antique objects, such as clothes, vases, pictures and
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silent light mannequins that lined up on the shelves and in the center of the
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premises modeling clothes or simply exposed at first enjoyed the solitude and tranquility offered by
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the nights. My nights at work became even more disturbing after the arrival of
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the new merchandise. When I entered to start my shift one night, the
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owner of the store, whose name was Andrew, greeted me with his usual
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smile, which he always had when he had something new to show me.
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He told me, as he pointed toward a large box in the middle of
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the store, that he was excited about the new mannequins that had arrived.
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He told me that they were very old and that surely the customers would be
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delighted with them. I could not help but feel a chill running around my
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back looking at the box, the mannequins were wrapped in transparent plastic, but
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I could see their disturbing silhouettes had no faces, only heads, smooth and
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without features. They seemed even more disturbing than the old mannequins in the store.
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As we pulled them out of the box and placed them on their pedestals,
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I felt a cold, penetrating look that seemed to follow me through the
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tent. Although these mannequins lacked facial features, I could not help but feel
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watched by them at all times. I felt uncomfortable, but I tried to
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ignore it and continued my duties as a watchman. The first hours of the
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night passed relatively normal. I made sure all the doors were locked and the
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security cameras were working. Correctly. Factionless mannequins remained motionless in their designated places,
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but their silhouettes without features reminded me constantly in their presence. However,
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when the clock set at 4: 30 a m, things took a terrifying
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turn. I began to hear strange noises resounding in the store. At first
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they were simple whispers as if someone were speaking quietly, but as the minutes
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passed, the bons whispers became more audible and disturbing. I decided to investigate
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the noises, although my instinct told me that I should run out carefully.
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I approached the mannequins without factions, trying to discern where the sounds came from.
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My hands were shaking as I passed by them. That' s when
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I noticed that some of the mannequins had changed position, not much, just
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enough to make me realize it. One of them, who was standing before,
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was now leaning forward, as if trying to reach something else seemed to
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have turned his head to a slightly different angle. The whispers continued to fill
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the air and seemed to come from the mannequins. They were incomprehensible words,
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as if they were speaking in an unknown language. I felt trapped in the
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middle of a nightmare and didn' t know what to do. My heart
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was beating with ffur while I was still investigating. The whispers seemed to emanate
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from mannequins without factions, but I did not understand how it was possible.
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After all, I was sure that these objects could not speak or move.
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Suddenly, one of the mannequins issued a disturbing sigh, as if he were
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breathing. I was paralyzed with fear as I watched his shoulders rise and descend
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with a creepy rhythm. It was impossible for a mannequin to do anything like
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that. Then one of the faceless figures took a step towards me. It
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was just a little movement, but it was enough to make my heart speed
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up. I stepped back a few steps, but I couldn' t turn
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my gaze away from that face without factions, which seemed to be staring at
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me. The fear caused me by the mannequins made me run back to my
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watch place, where I could feel safer at least that' s what I
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thought. I sat in front of the screens of the security cameras trying to
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regain composure. My hands were still shaking and my breathing was irregular. I
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looked at the screens hoping to see some sign that what had happened in the
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store had been real, but in the images the mannequins were in the same
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position in which I had left them along with andres. They were just motionless,
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faceless figures in the dark. The suspense in the store was overwhelming and
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my eyes were still fixed on the security cameras waiting for any sign of movement
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of the mannequins, but everything was quiet on the screen, as if nothing
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had happened. I decided to take a breather and get out of my chair,
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feeling my legs numb with fear. I went to the door of the
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store still looking with caution at the mannequins without factions that occupied luxury. I
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kept repeating to myself that everything had to be the product of my imagination.
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Just as my hand was about to touch the door handle, a loud creak
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rang in the tent. I quickly turned my head toward the direction of the
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sound and saw as one of the faceless mannequins fell to the ground with a
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rumbling my heart turned and I was paralyzed. It was impossible for a mannequin
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to fall alone. No one else was in the store apart from me.
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I decided it was time to confront the situation. I slowly approached the fallen
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mannequin and lifted it up, noting that it was strangely cold to the touch.
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Placing him back on his pedestal, I faced the no- faction figures
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that remained in their original places. That' s when I noticed something even
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more disturbing. The mannequins without factions had not only changed position, but also
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acquired a more detailed appearance. Although they lacked facial features, their bodies seemed
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more realistic, with veins and muscles barely perceptible under the surface of pale skin
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and Lisa tried to calm me down, trying to find a logical explanation for
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what she had experienced. Maybe I had been working too hard and my mind
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was playing me a bad game. Or maybe the mannequins had been moved by
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Andrew before he left and I hadn' t noticed. After all, I
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had been with them the whole time I was here, so, thinking about
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it, I went back to my surveillance center. I watched the cameras carefully,
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hoping to see any sign of movement between the mannequins, but minutes passed
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and then hours and nothing changed in the images. The mannequins remained motionless.
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a limbo of doubt and fear. I could not help wondering if what I
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had lived had been real or the product of my own troubled imagination. Finally,
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after what seemed like an eternity, I decided that I had to face
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reality. Perhaps the mannequins had never really moved and everything had been an illusion
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created by my tired mind. I couldn' t tell anyone what I'
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d experienced. I didn' t want them to think the job was too
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much for me. The next night I was back at my watch station trying
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to convince myself that what had happened the night before had simply been a hallucination
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caused by exhaustion and fear. Despite my efforts to deny it, I continued
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to feel deep concern. At the bottom of my mind. I looked at
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the security cameras of the bez mannequins in time when waiting in vain to see
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some sign of movement, even an inch from where they were. Every time
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I lay my eyes on the pictures of the mannequins without factions. I felt
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that at one point this would turn to the screen and my mind was in
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a struggle against the rational and irrational for what I had lived. As the
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hours progressed, tiredness began to pass the bill. I had not been able
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to fall asleep during the day because of the experience of the night before and
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my exhaustion became evident. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and focused
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on camera screens. Then, as if it were a cruel joke of fate,
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the clock marked four thirty- one in the morning. Again, that
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cursed hour, which had witnessed the most disturbing events of my life. A
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chill ran through my back as I watched the Mannequins' Chamber is waiting when.
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The worst was at that time, when the whispers returned they were as
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soft and sinister as the night before, filling the air of the store with
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a disturbing echo. I shuddered to hear those incomprehensible words, as if the
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factionsless mannequins were whispering dark secrets among themselves. My heart was pounding as I
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looked at the House of Mannequins and a cold ran through my being when I
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realized that one of them was nowhere to be found. My mind panicked and
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I was having trouble breathing while I watched the images on the screen. There
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was something deeply disturbing about seeing a mannequin missing from his place. What was
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even more disturbing was that the rest of the mannequins seemed to have turned their
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heads towards the Chamber, as if they were looking directly at me through the
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lens. It was a surreal and terrifying view, considering that they had no
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facial features. My survival instinct was activated immediately and I quickly searched the other
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cameras in a desperate attempt to find the missing mannequin. I checked the camera
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footage over and over again, but I didn' t succeed. The mannequin
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had disappeared without a trace. It was then, as I watched the cameras
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for the fourth time that something caught my attention in one of the corners of
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the screen. I came to see a humanoid shadow that seemed to quickly hide
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behind some old dresses in the corner of the tent, my heart turned and
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the fear intensified. The shadow was barely perceptible, but it was defined enough
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to make me think I was not alone in the store. My mind ran
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at full speed. Considering all the possibilities, he could be a thief who
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had infiltrated the earth and could be responsible for the disappearance of the Mannequin.
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I decided I had to investigate. Even though fear invaded me. The idea
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of someone else being in the store without authorization prompted me to take action.
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I took a flashlight from the table and cautiously advanced to the corner where I
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had seen the shadow. The silence in the tent was oppressive, only interrupted
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by the sound of my agitated breathing. Every step I took resounded on the
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wood floor and my eyes searched for the shadow in search of any sign of
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movement. I reached the corner where I had seen the shadow and lit the
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flashlight. The light cut the darkness, revealing piles of old dresses and mannequin
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clothes, but there was no trace of the intruder or missing mannequin. My
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mind was full of confusion and fear. It had been my imagination. I
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had actually seen someone or it was just an illusion created by exhaustion and fear.
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I couldn' t be sure. I decided to go around the store
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looking for clues. I checked every corner, every shelf, but I found
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nothing out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be in place, except for
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the missing mannequin. The fear I felt prevented me from moving towards the area
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of the mannequins, despite the urgency of knowing what had happened to the missing
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mannequin. My mind was full of doubts and fears and terror kept me immobilized
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in its cold embrace. I knew I had to face my fear, but
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it seemed like an impossible task. At that moment. I decided to explore
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other places in the store in search of clues. I ran through every hallway
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and shelf, but I found nothing out of the ordinary. The store was
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silent and there was no trace of an intruder. I didn' t know
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whether to feel relief from the absence of a stranger or whether I should feel
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even more restless about the disappearance of the mannequin. Finally, I headed back
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to my surveillance post trying to put an end to the nightmare I had experienced
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that night. As I passed through the place where I had seen the humanoid
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silhouette I heard a soft whisper that iced me. The blood was like someone
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was trying to get my attention. My heart was pounding as I turned my
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head and directed the light from my flashlight towards the mannequin there. In a
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common mannequin pose he seemed rigid and lifeless, just as he should be.
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The relief flooded me for a moment. Perhaps I had only been imagining things,
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although I wished with all my might that everything was a product of my
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mind, Reality was implacable. The darkness of the night seemed to wrap the
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tent with a blanket of mystery and silence was only occasionally broken by the soft
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tinting of an ancient clock. My mind was on the verge of paranoia and
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the incomprehensible whispers of the mannequins kept ringing in my head. I still don
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' t know why I decided to approach that mannequin. In doing so,
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I realized that I had changed more drastically. His veins and muscles barely visible
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under the skin without features, made him look strangely human. As I approached,
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I could see her chest rising and descending in a sinister imitation of her
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breathing. I stretched out my trembling hand to his shoulder looking for some rational
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explanation, but when I touched him, an icy chill swept through my body.
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The skin under my finger felt cold and damp, as if touching the
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flesh of a corpse. That' s when the unimaginable happened. The head
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of the mannequin moved slowly to look directly in my direction. My mind was
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filled with horror as I watched the lesser mannequin move his arms, first one
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after the other. His movements were rigid and mechanical, as if he were
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struggling to free himself from an invisible prison. I retreated with horror stumbling as
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I walked away from the mannequin. My mind struggled to understand what was happening
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and fear clouded my rational thoughts. Every step backwards, the mannequin moved towards
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me, moving in a way that challenged all logic. Finally, my feet
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took me running to my guard post. I locked the door behind me and
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my camera looking for answers, but the images in the cameras were full of
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interference, as if something was blocking the signal and I couldn' t see
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anything beyond static and flashes of light. As I tried to catch my breath
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and understand what I had just witnessed, I heard ur coup at the door
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of my guard post. Someone or something was trying to open the door in
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desperation. Panic gripped me as I watched impotently as the door trembled under the
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assault. Attempts to open the door became more frantic and desperate, as if
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what was in place was possessed by an uncontrollable fury. My mind was full
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of terror and confusion and I didn' t know if I would survive the
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night. The sound of the knocks on the door of my watch stand seemed
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to resonate in my ears like a deafening drum. My hands were shaking as
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I frantically sought something to defend myself. A flashlight and a metal object I
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found on my desk became my improvised weapons. With my heart pounding, I
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slowly approached the door and heard the incessant whispers coming from the other side.
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They were the same incomprehensible words I had heard before, like a chorus of
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terrifying voices harassing me. I looked at the cameras one more time but the
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interference continued, preventing me from seeing what was happening outside the surveillance post.
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I was trapped in a world of darkness and bewilderment and didn' t know
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if I would ever find a way out of this endless nightmare. The hours
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passed slowly, as the siege of the door continued, the clock was advancing
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slowly, marking every second that I approached an uncertain destination. And in the
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meantime, darkness and fear kept stalking me like disquieting shadows in the endless night.
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The noises and attempts to open the door finally stopped, but I didn
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' t dare move or make any noise. For the rest of the night
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I was trapped in my surveillance post without being able to see what was happening
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outside because of the interference in the cameras, I felt it completely blind and
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at the mercy of the unknown lurking in the shadows. The hours passed with
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agonizing slowness, while I remained motionless and silent, fearing the worst, for
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I did not know if the intruder or whatever was outside was still stalking or
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if the fear was gone. He kept me prisoner in my own shelter.
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It was then that the clock marked the beginning of a new morning that I
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finally heard the voice of my boss, Andrew, knocking on me from outside
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the guard post door. Finally, Andrés decided to hire a locksmith to open
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the door, as I did not want to leave my guard post because of
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the fear that kept tormenting me. When they finally opened the door and checked
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the store, they found nothing abnormal. The mannequins were perfectly fit in place
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and it was almost as if he made fun of me. After that terrifying
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incident, I gave up on my way down. I couldn' t stand
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the idea of going back to that place. The fear I experienced that night
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left an indelible mark on my mind and I could never forget the shadows,
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whispers, and mannequins without factions that had invaded my world. Since then I
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have tried to leave that experience behind, but it always haunts me in my
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nightmares and in the dark corners of my mind. I know what I lived
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was real, but I' m also sure that not many people believe me
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when I tell this story yet, that store will remain a place of mystery
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and horror in my memory, a place I will never return to. The
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story I will tell you happened a few years ago, when I was just
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a teenager, living in a small village surrounded by paranormal stories. The focus
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of all these stories was a mysterious ranch that stood on the outskirts of the
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village. This ranch is the largest property in the area. The most popular
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and chilling stories referred to three women who, they said, had been the
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last inhabitants of the ranch for many years now. These women were considered evil
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and were charged with indescribable crimes against youths of the people, as well as
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other unconfessable crimes. Some even claimed that they were witches and that if you
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ventured into the ranch overnight, you would never go out again. The legend
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was perpetuated even more because of three cases that had occurred over the years.
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Three young men of dubious reputation had ventured into the ranch in search of valuables.
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However, after their incursions, they were never heard from again. Some
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said they were simple coincidences and that they had decided to leave town after finding
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some treasure at the ranch. However, no matter how many logical explanations appeared,
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fear persisted. I, for one, was a pretty septic teenager.
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I didn' t believe in those paranormal stories, and I thought it was
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all superstitions of a small, boring town. In addition, he had a
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solid reason not to believe in those legends a candlelight There was a man named
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Benja, who from time to time visited the ranch to make sure everything was
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in order. If the place was really haunted, why would a candlelight keep
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working there? One day, when I got back from school, I noticed
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something unusual. There was an unknown man standing next to the ranch doors,
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in such a small town where we all knew each other. Seeing a stranger
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was weird. That aroused my curiosity. The ranch doors were open and the
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man stared inwards. I decided to approach more slowly, trying to understand what
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was happening the man realized of my presence and looked at me curiously. He
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asked me if I knew a wake- up bengel. I said yes,
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but I haven' t seen him in a few days. The stranger felt
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as if that were normal and told me that he was the owner of the
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ranch and that he had been trying to communicate with benjas unsuccessfully for several days.
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That puzzled me, because I didn' t know anyone owned that place.
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I remember talking a little bit to that stranger and before I could say
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goodbye, he offered me something I would never have expected. The night watch
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job at the ranch offered me a more than generous salary. I' ve
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never imagined having so much money at my disposal. Best of all, I
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just had to go to the ranch once in a while to check that everything
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was in order. I found that offer irresistible and without thinking too much I
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accepted. The first night I went to the ranch as a wakeman, I
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felt a strange feeling of restlessness as I entered the doors. The place was
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in complete silence and the darkness enveloped everything. The stories and legends about the
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ranch passed through my mind, but I dismissed them as nonsense, because I
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could not allow fear to dominate me. I scoured the ground with a flashlight
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in hand, checking every corner. Everything seemed to be in order and I
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found nothing out of the ordinary. As the hours passed, my confidence increased
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and I became convinced that the stories about the ranch were just stories. However,
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when midnight came, something changed I began to hear whispers, which seemed
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to come from everywhere. At the same time. The voices whispered incomprehensible words
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and a chill ran through my back. My heart was pounding and my flashlight
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was shaking in my hands. I decided it was time to stop, watch
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you be brave and go back to the safety of my house. But when
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I tried to get off the ranch, I realized something wasn' t right.
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The doors that had been open when I arrived were now tightly closed as
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if someone had sealed them. I tried to open them, but they didn
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' t move an inch. The panic began to grip me as I kept
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listening to the whispers around me. The shadows inside the ranch seemed to come
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to life by moving and twisting like living beings, I was trapped in a
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place I didn' t understand. Surrounded by the darkness and mysteries of the
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ranch, my heart was pounding wildly as I desperately sought a way out.
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The whispers intensified and now they seemed to form words that stuck in me.
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Mind, in the middle of the darkness, I glimpsed a vague figure in
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the distance, it was like a shadow, but it moved in an unsettling
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way to r r a r r. Out of nowhere, slowly turning towards
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me. I continued to look for an exit even more desperately, but every
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door and window I tried to open was unexplainably sealed. The whispers became more
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intense and seemed to form words he did not want to understand. Time became
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a confusing and blurry concept as I struggled to maintain sanity. Finally, my
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curiosity could have been more than my fear and then I turned my head to
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see what it was like behind me. That' s when I saw them
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three ethereal figures in long, rosy dresses materialized in front of me. No
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doubt they were the same women I had heard of in the legends. Their
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faces were twisted by evil and their eyes shone with indescribable malevolence. I was
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paralyzed as they looked at me with a mixture of mockery and hatred. After
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the figures looked at me, fear overshadowed me completely. My mind clouded and
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I lost consciousness. I didn' t know how long I was unconscious,
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but when I finally came back to me, the first rays of the sun
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hit my face. I got up with difficulty and realized that it was covered
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with earth and leaves. My clothes were torn and torn. I remembered what
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had happened the night before and a chill ran through my back. The images
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of the three women and the evil whispers were still fresh in my mind,
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without wasting time, I abandoned the place as quickly as I could. Every
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step I took, which kept me away from that cursed place, made me
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feel more relieved. When I got home, I was lucky my parents didn
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' t seem to realize that I hadn' t spent the night there.
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That reassured me, since I didn' t want to tell you what had
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happened. I took a long shower to remove the dirt and fear that had
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invaded me. Although I tried to forget that I had lived on the cursed
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ranch, the images of the three women and evil whispers persisted in my mind.
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However, all day long I felt tense and paranoid. My friend Joaquin,
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he noticed my mood and asked me what was going on. I knew
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I couldn' t hide anything from her, so I told her the story
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with all the details. Joaquin listened attentively and eventually laughed. Normally I would
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have laughed at him. However, the fear of a fresco in me did
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not allow me to do so. It was when Joaquin, seeing my seriousness,
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assured me that most likely I had been suggested because of all the people
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' s stories and that most likely I had seen some animal and the fear
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made me faint the rest. It was nothing but a dream. His words
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made sense and his arguments were solid. He argued that if there really was
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something sinister on the ranch, it would make no sense that the spirits wanted
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to stay in a village that everyone wanted to leave. In addition, he
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pointed out that if all three women had been so dangerous, they could have
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done much more than scare me. Although Joaquín had managed to calm my fears
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a little, I still did not feel fully convinced. I thought it'
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d be best if I quit the night watch job. But before I could
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decide, Joaquin stopped me. He told me not to be silly that the
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opportunity to earn that amount of money wasn' t presented to anyone and that
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it did make me feel safer. He' d make the next guard with
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me. I knew the real reason he did it was because he had always
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wanted to see that ranch inside. But all I cared about was that I
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would have company to face that fear reluctantly. I accepted Joaquín' s proposal.
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Despite his courage, I could not help but feel a sense of restlessness.
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As he approached the night. I knew facing the ranch again would be
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a challenge, but at least I wouldn' t be alone that night,
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Joaquin and I headed to the place. The moon was shining in the sky
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and the wind was blowing softly among the trees. Everything seemed even more sinister.
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Under the moonlight, the shadows twisted and moved as if they had their
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own life. We entered the ranch with caution our flashlights lighting the way.
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Joaquín was brave and relaxed, while I continued to feel a tight chest as
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we explored the inside of the ranch. I tried to ignore the memories of
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the night before, despite the disturbing feeling that had invaded me when I entered
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again. Joaquin' s presence really helped me to calm down. I didn
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' t want him to think he was a scary guy, so I was
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trying to keep my composure. For most of the night, Joaquin and I
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spoke laughing and even shared some pulque that he had stolen from his father'
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s pantry. Although I only had a couple of sips, as the taste
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seemed disgusting to me, Joaquin kept praising his delicious taste. The moon shone
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in the sky, dimly illuminating the dark terrain of the ranch. The night
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was advancing and time seemed to stop. While we shared stories and laughter,
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it was easy to forget the terror I had faced. When we were together
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as the night progressed, Joaquin and I ventured even further inside the Cursed Ranch.
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Despite our laughter and jokes, we could not help but feel the ominous
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presence that hung in the air. The shadows were closing around us and the
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gnashing of the boards under our feet seemed to resound like disturbing whispers. We
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finally got to a room at the back of the ranch. The door was
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open and an unexplained cold emanated from within. Joaquin and I exchanged nervous glances,
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but we found ourselves somewhat emboldened because of the pulque, not to mention
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that none wanted to look like a coward in front of each other, despite
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being clearly frightened to be frank with them. There was nothing interesting in the
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room, just some old furniture, full of dust and moldy books. However,
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Joaquín found something that caught our attention, and this was a very old
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newspaper, which had as its main note the news that the sisters of evil,
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as they called them in the newspaper, had been captured both of us
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read a little more to be disgusted by the crimes that were narrated there in
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great detail. Although we both knew that those women had committed horrific crimes,
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we had never really gone into them in detail, so we both decided to
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go out. From there. There came a time when both of us were
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about to say goodbye and return to our homes. But before he left,
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Joaquin said he had to go pee and walked away a little in search of
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a suitable place. I was alone watching the silence of the night. The
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shadows were elongated and the trees seemed to take on grotesque forms under the moonlight.
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It was then, as I waited for Joachim that the indecipherable murmurs returned
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the sinister sounds crawling to me from the darkness like whispering voices of ultra-
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tumba. I felt a chill running around my back as I tried to discern
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the words, but they were incomprehensible and disturbing. I looked at a corner
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of the ground illuminated only by the moon, and that' s when I
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saw a disfigured face peeking out of the dark with a crooked smile and empty
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eyes that seemed to look for something deep in my soul. I screamed involuntarily
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calling Joaquin in my defilement. The scream made Joaquin run back to me with
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an expression of concern on his face. I pointed to the corner where I
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had seen the disfigured face. But when Joaquin looked there was nothing there.
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The murmurs that had filled the air with their disturbing presence had vanished into nothingness.
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Joaquín tried to calm me down, claiming that everything had been the product
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of my suggestion. Mind, he argued that the pulque and the stories we
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shared could have created illusions in my head. Although his words made sense,
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I knew that what I had seen and heard was not a simple hallucination.
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My heart kept beating hard. While Joaquin was trying to get me back into
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composure. Even though I was the calmest of the two, I began to
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pass on my fears. We both knew that something strange was happening at the
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cursed ranch, something that went beyond mere illusions we decided it was time to
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leave and leave that sinister place behind. We headed towards the exit of the
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ranch, hoping that as we got out of there the irrational fears would go
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too. However, when we get to the ranch gates we find a terrifying
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view. The doors we had left open when entering were now closed and sealed
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with rusty chains. There were no locks or locks, but it was as
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if the ranch itself had closed behind us trapping us inside. With fear,
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we tried to force the doors, but they didn' t move an inch.
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We were trapped, surrounded by twisted shadows and disturbing whispers that seemed to
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fill the air again. The sense of despair invaded us and we frantically sought
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any other way out. We explored every corner of the ranch, but every
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door and window we found was in two explainedly sealed or blocked. The tightness
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in my chest intensified and the evil murmurs seemed to form words that stuck into
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our minds. Time became a blurry concept. As we struggled to find a
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way out, the night was advancing relentlessly and the moon above the sky was
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silent witness to our despair. The objects seemed to gain their own life by
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moving and twisting as if they were possessed by an evil force. Joachim and
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I looked at each other with anguish, knowing that we faced something far beyond
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our comprehension. Our fight to escape the cursed ranch lasted for what seemed like
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endless hours. The shadows were closing more and more around us and the evil
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whispers became deafening like a chorus of ghostly voices mocking our despair. In a
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moment, ha joa qu found her a hammer, which made us smile from
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Ear to Ear. That could be our ticket out. Joaquin came up and
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pushed the door to the exit. However, what we saw next left us
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breathless. The three women, the same women who had appeared before me the
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night before, were standing in the center of the room. His looks were
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cold and his smiles twisted. We knew they were not mere figures of a
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dream, they were real and dangerous. Fear invaded us once again, but
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this time I did not lose consciousness. Joaquin and I slowly retreated, aware
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that we were in grave danger. The three women began to move towards us
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with a frightening slowness as if they enjoyed our anguish. We felt as if
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time had stopped. As we slowly retreated trying to keep calm, the three
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women were advancing towards us. His rosy dresses rubbed the floor with a sinister
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whisper, his penetrating looks and twisted smiles filled us with terror. There was
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no place to escape. We were stuck in the darkest corner of the cursed
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ranch. Joaquin and I exchanged panic eyes. We knew we had to do
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something to defend ourselves, but our hands were shaking too much to use the
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hammer that Joaquín had found. Without saying a word, Joaquin and I ran
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to the exit. Joaquin hit those rusty chains with despair. He felt that
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even this one was hurting himself. However, that seemed not to matter at
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that time for our good luck. The chains finally gave way by opening the
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doors. We finally got off the ranch and ran all the way back to
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town without looking back. Fear followed the breath of prayer in our hearts and
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we knew that we had escaped from something unimaginable. The next day we swore
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never to go back to the ranch again. The stories and legends were real
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and we had experienced horror in our own flesh, although we did not know
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why the three women wanted to keep us. We were sure we didn'
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t want to find out in time. The experiences we lived in that place
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were in the past, but we could never completely forget them. Although some
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people still believed they were just legends, Joaquin and I knew the truth and
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although money was needed, I understood that there were more important things to keep
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my sanity and life safe. I would never venture into the dark heart of
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the ranch again. My name is Mario and what I' m about to
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tell is a part of my life that I wanted to forget. However,
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no matter how hard I tried, I will never abandon my memories. Back
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then, I was only twenty- two. My parents had expelled me from
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home because they had discovered my relationship with my partner. I was in a
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desperate search for a full- time job to stay afloat, but as if
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fate wanted to make fun of me, I had no luck finding a job.
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After weeks of sending resumes and attending interviews. I finally got a call
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that would change my life forever. It was a job offer as a wakeer
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in a store located in a remote place, although he was not very excited
40:40
about the location. I immediately accepted the offer, as that job offered a
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very good salary and because it was nocturnal, it would allow me to stay
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and, at the same time, study during the night, as the duties
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of the night watchman were in line with my schedule. My first day at
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work was a set of nervousness and anticipation. While explaining my responsibilities to me,
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I noticed that the manager seemed uncomfortable. He revealed to me that the
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previous candlelight had disappeared without leaving any trace. The strangest thing was that the
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security cameras that night had lost all their records. However, as nothing of
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value was lacking in the store, management had not deepened the research. Finally
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I was left alone in the tent, surrounded by the shadows that were elongating
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in the dark. My main task was to keep an eye on the security
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cameras and make an occasional tour around the place. The first few hours passed
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normally and I devoted myself to alternating between my duties and my studies. However,
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the feeling that something was not right began to haunt my mind. When
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I thought I saw a corpulent figure in one of the cameras, I turned
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quickly, but there was no one in the store. My heart was beating
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uncontrollably and a cold sweat ran through my back, as, despite not seeing
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anyone, the curtain leading to the cellar slowly rocked as if someone had moved
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it. My thoughts oscillated between the idea of a simple stream of air and
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the growing fear that gripped me by the thought of some intruder, so emboldened,
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I decided to investigate cautiously, I approached the hold and lit the light.
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The interior was a dark and messy space, full of dusty shelves and
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forgotten objects. The feeling that something was wrong intensified with every step he took.
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My eyes sat in a big closet at the bottom of the cellar.
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The palms of my hands were sweating as I slowly moved forward and opened the
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closet door inside the closet. I found something that made me scream out of
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terror. It was an old bootleg, but not an ordinary one. She
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seemed to be the mascot of the shop, a creepy creature that resembled a
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strange mixture of hyena and lion, but malnourished and macabre her lifeless eyes and
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her grotesque smile looked at me from the darkness of the closet, although it
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was just an abandoned dump. He filled me with an indescribable fear. I
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locked the closet door in one blow and came out of the cellar shaking from
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head to toe. The store had acquired an even darker aura than before.
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I returned to my guard post, but the experience in the cellar kept tormenting
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me. Every shadow became threatening, every sound made me jump out of my
43:43
chair. When dawn finally came and my shift ended. I left the store
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with overwhelming relief. On that day, while trying to get some rest,
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my dreams were invaded by the image of that boungar. I remember dreaming of
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a dark and endless corridor I was running through in despair. As that dump
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chased me emitting grunts and I was sure he wanted to devour me. I
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remember waking up soaked in sweat and with the fresh image of the throw in
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my mind still. That night I went back to my job. Time seemed
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to crawl forever. While I was locked in the camera room. Every sound,
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every shadow on the screens made me tremble with terror. But the worst
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was yet to come. When the clock marked four and forty- four in
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the morning, a chilling whisper filled the room. It was a terrifying,
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distorted voice whispering to me. My name over and over again could not determine
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where it came from and the voice source was not visible on the security screens.
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My hands were sweaty and my heart was out of the question. I
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felt the room suddenly cool down as if the presence of something evil took hold
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of it. I decided to go give my usual round to clear me up
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a little bit. However, this did not seem to work, as I
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felt watched, so I decided to come back. That feeling didn' t
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disappear no matter what. As long as I tried to ignore her out of
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nowhere, the monitors began to show interference. That increased my fear, but
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that was not compared. When I looked up and a few meters away in
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the dark, I looked at the pitcharga, that grotesque creature standing in the
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dark hallway with his macabre smile and his lifeless eyes. In me, that
45:38
was impossible, but there it was and its presence was terrifying without thinking about
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it. Twice I ran to the door to lock it, as I watched
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that dreadful loot slowly approach that dark corridor. His movements were slow and spasmodic,
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but his determination was evident. The pitchargas was ursa approaching my step by
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step, as I kept whispering my name sinisterly. Finally, when the boot
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was inches from me, the clock marked five o' clock in the morning
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and, as if it were an illusion, the creature faded into the air,
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the pressure in the room faded away the whispering death and the monitors returned
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to normal. It was like nothing happened. I was alone and safe,
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but my mind was full of terror and confusion. After that overwhelming event,
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I seriously considered not going back to the store. The terrors of the night
46:37
before were still chasing me and every shadow, every sound put me on alert.
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However, after talking to my partner, we came to the conclusion that
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everything had been the result of my suggestion and tiredness. He reminded me how
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difficult it had been to find a job that would fit my schedule and that
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I could not afford to miss this opportunity. With some resistance, I decided
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I' d come back the next day. The night passed with apparent normality,
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but when the clock marked three and thirty- three in the morning,
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that same heavy vibration began to infiltrate the air. I wanted to believe that
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everything was in my mind, so I went on with my homework trying to
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ignore the growing anxiety. I knew it was time to make my ronda over
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the shop, a part of the work that I deeply hated, but that
47:30
was necessary. I got up, took my flashlight and started walking through the
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dark hallways of the store. I tried to distract myself by humming one of
47:42
my favorite songs as a desperate attempt to appease the fear that invaded me.
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The only sound that filled the store was the echo of my own steps.
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But something told me that there was not only the critical moment. He was
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coming. I had to go through the cellar. I felt a knot in
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my stomach, but I knew I couldn' t avoid it. As I
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approached, the tension in the air became more oppressive. I didn' t
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have the courage to go into the cellar. I just passed by. However,
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when I was about to leave her behind, I felt as if someone
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looked at me from behind I wanted to turn around, but something inside of
48:22
me warned me not to. I hastened to get to the camera room,
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but before arriving I passed through a corridor full of mirrors, which were offered
48:30
for sale. As I passed through one of them, I noticed a leg
48:35
of muddy cloth, the same one that could only belong to the horrible boot
48:40
that I had seen in the cellar. I was about to touch my shoulder,
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panic, invaded and ran with all my might into the camera room.
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I locked myself in there and watched the security screens, but again, the
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only thing I could see was the curtain of the cellar rocking slowly like a
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rl The n dance, despite the tiredness and fear I did not leave the
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room. For the rest of the night. Time slid slowly as it remained
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entrenched in the camera room. Every minute felt like an eternity and the feeling
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that something dark was lurking outside the room gnawed at me. When the dawn
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finally came I left the room with caution, fearing what I might find I
49:28
decided to tell my partner what had happened the night before. He insisted on
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not being so gullible. He suggested that maybe I was overreacting that stress and
49:37
tiredness could have played me a bad time. He even raised the possibility that
49:44
everything was just a nightmare. I wanted to believe in her words, as
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the idea that an old shop boot would come to life and roam on its
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own was absurd and unlikely for someone as skeptical as me. In the following
49:59
days, I decided to take steps to calm myself down. I put a
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lock on the old Llocker in the cellar. Despite my attempts to stay calm,
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I wanted to make sure that nothing else could get out of there.
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Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice the presence of the lock and for almost
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a month I had no notable incident. I began to believe that I had
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found the solution to my problems. One night, however, when I arrived
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at my usual shift, I came across an unexpected surprise. They had hired
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a second watchman, a man about forty years old named Rogelio The manager,
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asked me to explain his responsibilities on the night shift. Rogelio seemed to understand
50:44
everything very quickly, so I only had to show the tour of the store
50:49
once and the rest of the night I could concentrate on my homework. In
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the midst of relative tranquility, Rogelio pointed something out to me near the winery.
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I looked in the direction of the rocking curtain and felt the blood freezing
51:04
in my veins. I tried to disguise my fear and told Rogelio that I
51:08
had seen nothing, that we should ignore it. However, Rogelio was not
51:14
satisfied with my response and decided to investigate on his own. Despite my pleas
51:19
to keep him safe. I looked closely at the security cameras as Rogelio entered
51:25
the cellar and shouted something, although I could not hear it, as the
51:30
cameras lacked sound. I saw him walk straight into the old locker that he
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had secured with the lock. My eyes opened with horror when I saw that
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Rogelio opened the locker with a simple pull from the door and I let go
51:44
of a choked scream when I discovered that the ocker was completely empty my mind
51:51
was in a whirlwind. As he watched the scene from the security cameras,
51:54
how it was possible that the broker was open where he had gone to stop
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the pitch he had seen before. The unanswered questions filled me with overwhelming panic
52:04
and the feeling that something dark and sinister was lurking in the tent became stronger
52:08
than ever before. Rogelio went back to the camera room. However, after
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a while, he began to feel bad, reaching the point that he had
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to go home. The next night, Rogelio didn' t show up for
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work. At first I thought he just didn' t like the job.
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After his wife informed us that he did not return home and no one knew
52:34
of his whereabouts, she added a new level of horror to a mile in
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itself Inestibly, days, weeks and finally months passed since Rogelio' s mysterious
52:45
disappearance. The store had earned a grim reputation after it became known that the
52:49
last place it had been seen was in the parking lot of the store.
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The security cameras had captured a man in the shadows before they began to fail
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and then nothing else was known about him. Despite my fear and curiosity,
53:07
I couldn' t help but go back to the store. Economic necessity pushed
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me back to that sinister place, where every corner seemed to harbor dark secrets.
53:17
My partner encouraged me to reconsider my decision, because after what happened,
53:22
he was really worried about my safety, but I, with a mixture of
53:28
obstinacy and necessity, kept going. One day. While I was checking the
53:34
security footage, I noticed something unusual. In one of the cameras. There
53:37
seemed to be a blurry figure moving erratically down the halls I couldn' t
53:44
believe what I was seeing. The figure was hardly recognizable, but it had
53:49
a strange similarity to the boar that I had seen in the cellar closet.
53:54
My heart was pounding as I watched the figure approach the wedding curtain. The
54:00
panic took over me. As I watched the curtain shake more intensely than ever
54:06
before, my mind was filled with frightening thoughts. I still don' t
54:09
know what went through my mind at the time, but I decided that the
54:15
time had come to face the unknown. I took a flashlight and headed towards
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the cellar, feeling the air getting thicker and thicker. As I approached the
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curtain and with trembling hands, I opened it suddenly what I saw at that
54:30
moment left me breathless. The cellar was empty as it had always been.
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There was no trace of the boar or any other presence. The curtain returned
54:42
to its inert state. I felt like a fool as if the shop itself
54:45
mocked me. The mockery of the tent and its mystery began to tear my
54:51
sanity apart. Every night it became more disturbing and the fear seemed palpable in
54:55
the air around me. My nerves were at their breaking point and my thoughts
55:00
oscillated between obsession and terror. I often found myself staring at the security cameras,
55:07
hoping in vain to see any sign of the unknown. Then, one
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night, when I was in the middle of my usual routine, an unexpected
55:19
sound made me jump in terror. The noise came from a pile of boxes
55:22
in a dark corner of the store. My eyes were wide open and my
55:25
breathing became agitated. As I watched the boxes with fear, the darkness seemed
55:34
to wrap them and the sound repeated as if something or someone was moving them.
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I couldn' t hold back a scream when I instinctively receded, but
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in doing so, my back hit something soft, but creepy. My eyes
55:47
were filled with horror. When I realized what was behind me, the bootleg
55:51
was standing right behind me with its grotesque smile and those inexpressive plastic eyes that
55:55
seemed to penetrate my soul, I could not move or scream a sense of
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paralyzing panic. He wrapped me as he threw it closer. Then I noticed
56:09
something even more disturbing. The putrid smell emanated from the creature, an odor
56:15
of decaying raw flesh that filled the air and clung to my skin. It
56:20
was disgusting and my mind was filled with horrible images of what might be hidden
56:24
under that worn teddy skin. What happened next was an indescribable horror. I
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heard the heartbreaking screams of other people as if they were trapped inside the boot,
56:37
but one of those screams caught my attention especially, that of Rogelio.
56:43
It was unmistakable and I felt a chill running around my back as I listened
56:49
to his desperate voice. The thrower grabbed me with an inhuman force as if
56:52
I wanted to crush myself and his macabre laughter resonated in my ears. I
56:58
tried to separate myself by fighting with all my might, but my movements were
57:04
useless against his unrelenting grip. The cry that was trying to escape my throat
57:07
was trapped in my chest, suffocated by terror. However, in an act
57:13
of despair and force driven by fear, I managed to free myself from his
57:17
embrace. I ran with all my might without looking back, no matter what
57:22
was behind me. The store looked like a living nightmare, a nightmare I
57:28
was determined to escape from. When I finally left the store, relief flooded
57:34
me. I swore I would never set foot in that cursed place again,
57:38
that I would never face the horrors I had witnessed. The store became a
57:44
black legend. In my life, a place I' d rather forget.
57:47
Although the scars on my mind and soul would never heal completely, I never
57:52
knew the truth. Behind the boot, the terrors lurking in the darkness and
57:58
the disappearance of Rock Rogelio, the store closed its doors forever a few years
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later, but the curse that had consumed it left an indelible mark in my
58:07
life. And while I swore not to return the story of my days as
58:14
a watchman in that place, sinister will pursue me until the end of my
58:19
days a constant reminder that there are dark and terrifying secrets that must remain hidden
58:23
in the shadows. Talking about my past has never been a simple task.
58:35
If I had to sum up my childhood in one word, I would be
58:38
a nomad I' ve never lived in one place more than a year since
58:43
I was right. I never met my parents, so my relatives passed me
58:45
on to each other depending on their conditions. At sixteen, one of my
58:52
uncles, who lived in the city and with whom I had lived for a
58:55
few months, told me that I should pack my things and leave, because
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I could no longer be held responsible for myself. That was already so normal
59:04
for me and the only question I asked was who I would live with now.
59:07
This one mentioned to me the name of my Aunt Marta, who lived
59:13
in my hometown. I fell like a heavy bag of bricks. By that
59:19
time I had not interacted much with that aunt, but the few times I
59:22
had always ended up making an aggressive passive comment about me and if I dared
59:29
to respond, which was always I ended up pulling my ear until I almost
59:34
ripped it out. However, I had no choice. I never liked working
59:38
in agriculture. In my hometown, most people made a living as farmers in
59:44
vegetable fields or caring for farm animals. I had tried both jobs and none
59:51
seemed satisfactory to me. He considered them too exhausting and did not feel that
59:57
the payment was worth it. However, before I could even settle in,
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my aunt made it very clear to me that I should collaborate by taking the
1:00:06
bread to the table and every day I could not find work was another day
1:00:09
when the portion on my plate decreased. One day while I was returning to
1:00:14
my aunt' s house, I spent the night near a cemetery where there
1:00:19
was a sign, which I asked for a wakeman. The Santo camp was
1:00:23
located on a street from my aunt' s house. It was divided into
1:00:29
three sections. One was open to the general public, another was private and
1:00:32
exclusive. Only the most wealthy family in the village were buried there and the
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third least known was destined for people who belonged to the Jewish community. I
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remember going in and asking about the job. I had to lie about my
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age, but it worked, since I was hired and they assigned the surveillance
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of the last two areas, so, without saying, I started the next
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night. The entrance to the cemetery was quite austere, with a long adobe
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wall and a single double entrance gate. The road to the interior was covered
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with soil and the humidity of the ground had taken over the wall causing plants
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and flowers to grow between the clefts of the adobes. They explained to me
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that there was no need to patrol the cemetery all night. It was enough
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to make three rounds at different hours. In addition, I was assigned a
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room in the administrative offices, right in front of a wake- up room
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that had been little used. They explained to me that some days I would
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be accompanied by a man named Fausto. This was a man known in the
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village for his fondness for alcohol. I clearly remember how surprised I was to
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hear his name, as it was hard for me to believe that he was
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still alive. They also warned me that if I ever saw anything strange,
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something that wasn' t teenagers, making the lilies, drunk men or simple
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people late in the cemetery. Then, call the authorities immediately. With that
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warning, it came to my mind the stories that were told in the village
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when I was a child, things about witches and demons, which made sacrifices
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in the cemetery or so. I had not considered those stories until that time
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and wondered if that warning had anything to do with them. Even so,
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I decided not to take too much importance and just say that I understood giving
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it a start, on my first night I remember being so calm that I
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was nothing to succumb to the dream. However, something made me wake up
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suddenly were the unmistakable cries of a baby, which made me leave immediately.
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In green, I took a shovel that was near a pool. I turned
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on my flashlight and followed the baby' s cry, because I felt so
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brave that I thought not that I didn' t. If I saw a
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witch, I' d face her and save the child. The crying came
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from a crypt the size of a small house I went around several times and
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saw nothing. Although I kept hearing the crying more, dim noticing that the
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sound came from the same crypt. Without getting close to my lamp, then
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I saw something that I had no explanation for. I wouldn' t know
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how to explain it. He was like a deformed puppy. When he lit
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it directly, his crying changed, twisted, and the light seemed to hurt
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him. Suddenly I heard something crawling into the bottom of the crypt. Moments
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later, the twisted figure had disappeared. He ran to the room in the
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offices. I persevered in front of the cross and prayed my heart. It
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felt very fast. I stayed locked up all night and didn' t want
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to leave the room. I was in breach of my duty as a watchman.
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However, no one would notice if I didn' t have a rhondino.
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I don' t doubt much that the administrator was watching me. I
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remember falling asleep at some point in the night and in my sleep I heard
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something hitting the window. At the same time that a childish voice was beginning
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to ask me to let her in. He also told me that I was
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cold and hungry that voice, although it sounded childish, also filled me with
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restlessness, so much so that the fear of it made me wake up suddenly
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to an altered one. I decided to smoke a cigarette. I was about
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to finish my second cigarette. When they knocked on the door hard, I
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jumped and the cigarette fell out of my mouth. It fell on my leg,
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causing a small burn. I heard the voice of Faust. He told
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me he needed to go through some things that he forgot. I opened the
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door to him and, indeed, he was a fausto. He was reeling
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from so drunk he was coming. He looked at me and put on a
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very big smile, as if he recognized the look of someone who had faced
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the unknown. He asked me if I' d seen the children from the
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cemetery. I said no. I didn' t want to tell you anything
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about what I lived a few hours earlier. He passed as far as his
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cot was. He drew a bell under it right away, turned to me.
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He told me not to be the fool I could bet I saw the
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kids in the cemetery. If I didn' t find each other, they
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' d be the ones to find me. I did not want to answer
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him, since he saw no sense in arguing with someone in that state of
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drunkenness without mentioning that, being very specific, he had not seen any child.
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However, no matter how hard I tried, I could not get out
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of my mind that strange creature that had seen some works behind me. My
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mind was trying to explain that it was some kind of baby of any animal,
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which had gone out of shape or something. Anyway, when the first
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rays of the sun began to see my fear being diso dissipated along with the
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darkness. The next day it was my turn to remove the locks from the
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gate and the administrator of the cemetery was already waiting for me outside. He
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asked me how I had gone about what I was lying about, saying that
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everything had gone great. The man patted me on the shoulder and told me
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to go and rest. That very afternoon I ran into Fausto while I was
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shopping for cigarettes in the village store. Upon seeing me, he congratulated me
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on being co- workers. He also told me that if I needed it,
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he could cover for me if I gave him some beers. I just
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felt uncomfortable and from one moment to the next, his mood changed and he
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warned me that if I saw any of the children in the cemetery I shouldn
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' t follow him no matter how much they asked for help, I had
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to ignore them for my own good, I decided to just give him his
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side so I could leave. However, in my next shift I would regret
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not taking the words of Fauscio seriously. The day came to return to the
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cemetery and as soon as I returned from putting the padlocks, I found a
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man sitting in front of a mausoleum. I informed him that the cemetery was
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already closed, but I would gladly open the door for him. The man
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apologized and told me that he had lost track of time. While visiting the
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tomb of an ancient love. I escorted him to the door, removed the
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lock and chain and after closing again I started my first round of the night.
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I needed to make sure there were no other untimely visitors, as that
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was my primary responsibility. Suddenly I heard the crying. At first I got
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scared remembering in detail the creature of the night before. But after a few
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minutes of listening to him, I remembered the people' s stories about witches
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who kidnapped young children to make sacrifices in cemeteries. I thought I' d
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call the authorities, but then I thought it was supposed to be first of
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all, that it wasn' t about teenagers. Trying to play heavy jokes.
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I walked through the tombs and mausoleums trying to find the origin of the
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sound. That' s when in one of the graves I observed a girl
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no more than six years old. This one cried and I approached her,
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as she did not answer my questions. But when I touched her shoulder,
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she turned her head, showing me a face that was deformed with eyes so
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red that they seemed to be injected with blood, I screamed, and I
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ran to the room listening behind me to the sinister laughter of that girl,
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that scene made her not leave the room until the next day, where,
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after saying goodbye to the owner, I thought that I did not want to
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go back to that place. That same night, when my aunt asked me
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why I was still at home and I told her that I did not want
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to go back to work in the cemetery without giving her many details, and
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she gave me a half- hour sermon and managed to make me feel guilty,
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which finally made me recant my decision, so I called the owner to
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tell him that I was a little sick to justify my absence. The next
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day, however, I decided to go to see the priest of the People
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' s Church. The father was a kind person, very dear in the
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village. He listened to my story without interruption and once I finished telling it,
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he told me that what I had seen was not the spirit of a
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child, but something evil and twisted that took the form of innocent beings to
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attract people like me. His advice was to get away from the cemetery,
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but I explained to him that I had no choice, as my aunt would
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probably throw me out of the house. If I did, I had no
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choice. The father gave me a blessed rosary and a medal and said yes,
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I saw something like that again. I' ll show you the medal
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I left from the temple. After receiving his blessing. That same day in
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the afternoon, the administrator extrar from the cemetery. He came looking for me
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and asked me to take an extra day off, but he needed my help
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for a burial. This one would pay me as if I' d watched
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that night. I accepted your proposal without hesitation. If he proved to be
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a good gravedigger, maybe he could work on it instead of being a wakeman.
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The burial took place at noon under a scorching sun. The deceased was
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an old man and only a few people attended and did not stay until the
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end. The tomb was already made of marble previously mounted by a mason.
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All we had to do was seal the lids. The tomb was in the
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Jewish area. Being a Catholic, I found it strange to see tombs without
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crosses. That area used to be deserted there were rarely burials there and I
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came to think that no one was visiting that area. I began to feel
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nervous again and that led me to work in a hasty manner. I tried
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not to look around, as I felt someone staring at me. Suddenly I
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heard a step behind me and without realizing it, I turned my head in
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that direction. To my surprise, there was a boy. This one had
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pale skin and completely black eyes. It looked more like a photograph that a
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person didn' t move or talk. He just stood still. In front
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of me, I left the tool and without turning my back on the strange
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child I slowly receded at that moment I ran into another employee of the cemetery
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who, when I saw him, asked me what was happening to me.
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Instead of explaining it, I preferred to take it to the place where I
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had just seen the child, but unfortunately, the apparition was gone. Although
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if we found anything on the floor was the head of a porcelain doll,
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it was broken and full of mold. I lifted my wrist head with my
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hand inside it came out a hundred feet. I quickly shook my hand.
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This caused the head to fall and break into several pieces, causing more insects
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to escape from the inside. The man didn' t seem to take it
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seriously, so he just told me to keep working. I had nightmares at
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night. I don' t remember what I dreamt, only when I woke
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up at the foot of my bed was the same boy I saw in the
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cemetery. His black, empty eyes looked at me in the dark. I
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screamed loudly when I looked at him that my aunt and a cousin came to
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see what was happening to me. As soon as the vision came, it
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disappeared, so I told them that I only had a bad dream and that
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everything was fine. Thinking that I had to go back and watch the cemetery
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would trigger an anxiety crisis for me. I really didn' t want to
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go back. I began to understand why Fausto drank so much maybe being drunk
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was the only way to tolerate apparitions. The night came to return to the
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cemetery. I took full courage and as soon as I could speak to the
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administrator, I would ask him for work as a gravedigger instead of watching what
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my surprise would be that Fausto was waiting for me when he arrived, who
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informed me that I would have to do the shift with him. One would
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watch on the private side, as they had stolen a couple of tombstones and
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bronze figures, while another would watch on another side. Despite the growing fear
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within me, I was reassured to know that at least I would not do
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that shift alone. Besides, I had no choice. I couldn' t
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hide in the room and let Fausto wander alone. I barely put my things
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together. Fausto entered the room and told me that if he wanted to,
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he could rest. He' d give the rounds alone. For a moment
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I thought I' d take it, but then I thought maybe this was
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some kind of test to see how he worked. We decided to split up
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during the first round. I' d be watching for an hour around the
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private cemetery while he' d go to the Jewish pantheon. I really didn
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' t plan on staying alone in that part of the cemetery, let alone
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in that area of Campo Santo. My plan was to stay there for a
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few minutes and then go back to the room. As a precaution, I
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wore the rosary and the miraculous medal given to me by the father. In
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case any of the children in the cemetery appeared to me, I would try
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to stay calm, recite a prayer and show the medal. Maybe that'
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s how I could face them and drive them away. I walked cautiously between
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the graves pending every noise heard. I thought it wouldn' t be long
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before I met the cemetery kids and I was right. Suddenly a supernatural air.
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She untied herself covering the cemetery with a strange fog and a smell reminiscent
1:14:56
of rotten eggs. I started listening to a toy, squealing and the laughter
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of several children. The nerves made me call Fausto, but in response I
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only received more childish laughter. I began to light up in every direction with
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my heart, beating about to get out of my chest. I was extremely
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nervous and knew what was waiting for me. Suddenly I saw Fausto on his
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back. His presence gave me some peace of mind, so I called him
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as I approached him, but he did not respond to my calls. It
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didn' t turn even when I touched him on the back he was still
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with his gaze fixed towards the crypt, where I observed a strange creature.
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Retorting to see her better, I thought she was the strange creature I had
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seen on my first night. There I dared to illuminate inside the crypt and
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there was the white- skinned boy, who I had seen while working as
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an undertaker. The boy smiled in a sinister way, while in the distance
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a child song sung by a girl began to be heard. Fear invaded me
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because of what I told Fausto we had to leave. However, no matter
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what he said, he didn' t move, so I left him there.
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Today, I feel a little remorse for my cowardice, but I try
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to comfort myself by thinking I didn' t have much choice. Still.
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My mind always wondered if I could have dragged him with me or if I
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had the courage to draw out my blessed rosary and pray as the priest directed
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me. But at that point I just ran off like a coward quickly.
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I locked myself in the room, took my rosary between my fingers and started
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praying desperately, begging God to get me out of that situation. However,
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that night it seemed that the demon was loose and only he heard my laments
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the entire cemetery, but it seemed to become chaotic. I heard the laughter
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of the children at the window. I kept praying and crying. Suddenly they
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knocked on the door and I heard the voice of Fausto begging to open it.
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I was about to, but something in his tone of voice seemed strange
1:17:15
to me. His words sounded too quiet and almost mocking. A chill swept
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through my spine, so I decided not to open it and kept praying,
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but my body was on the verge of nervous collapse. My hands were shaking
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unchecked. I felt a tremor on the back of my head and I saw
1:17:34
flashes of light. I suddenly lost consciousness. I was woken up by heavy
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knocks on the door. I got up and opened without thinking about it.
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There was already sunlight and I was still trying to process what I had experienced
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that night. The administrator was accompanied by a policeman and a doctor. They
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asked me many questions and, although I answered as best I could, they
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seemed skeptical. They questioned me several times and noticed that my hands were shaking
1:18:05
uncontrollably what the police told me. The paramedic took my vitals and mentioned that
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my blood pressure was too high. That is why I was taken to the
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hospital along with Fausto, who was found inside the crypt in a state of
1:18:20
paralysis, without responding to any stimuli. In the hospital they managed to get
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Fausto to react, but his response was violent and he had gone mad.
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He had to be given a sedative to calm him down. He was finally
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admitted to a sanatorium. I decided to leave town, as people began to
1:18:41
treat me badly and blamed me for Fausto' s misfortune. Although I tried
1:18:45
to tell my truth, no one listened to me and only judged me.
1:18:48
That decision was the best, because I found a good job and I was
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finally able to establish myself, away from my family. However, I still
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have nightmares, some nights, nightmares that I am sure will never disappear,
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stories and adapted by aurora. Escalante