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All this issue of who should be in the "beyond" and not "more pa 'here' cause me so much fear as curiosity. A mixture of human and absolute terror masochism also applies to UFO's, goblins and any extra-terrestrial mostrito.
is that when it comes to stories that will freeze back, I want to be the first to hear and the last to remember. Rest assured that I will dream of what I have and will have to accompany me to the bathroom many nights.
Confirmed: in my former home Penan. I had felt something strange in that house in area pituca come down, some I warned him but nobody had seen a ghostly full frontal. there lived two families before mine, so called together by the same blood bond. The house has a considerable antiquity, but minimal in comparison to the historic buildings we have in Peru, say that this house knew it from the ground, some 30-odd years. I said, real estate is no relic.
was during the occupation of the second family, when certain events began to raise dark. Appearances, in my view, were not completely free because there dwelt a relative who was known to read the English cards and playing Ouija ( as girls rather than ritual ). Once this girl ( still young) told me no longer read the letters because after each assignment was coming to screw up spirits. One night, while sleeping, was awakened by a sound that made him break the dream. When you open your eyes and meet with the darkness of the night, she saw before her the image of a man. On his physical description did not dare to tell, as the badges will only remember the skin. Upon seeing the man staring at her in front of the bed, she hit upon to scream in despair the name of the girl who, in those days worked at home.
Martyrdom! - called. That night he could not close my eyes, despite the ever helpful Martyrdom shared the comfort of your mattress. After that night, moved the mattress Martyrdom home fourth, for a season.
few years later, we arrived home. It took a while to get used to a space as big as cold, so surely we perceive nothing more than that during one winter. Then a series of sounds and footsteps on the third floor, where there is an open space with rooms, laundry and string for hanging clothes, began to stun the evening. The sound was always chasing a child, and playing until the sound of a bouncing ball. At first it seemed strange but then you know how many cats neighbors who went to our house through the roof, it seemed possible. Surely some would Pussycat kicked a bottle or a stone.
Other sounds on the stairs and areas that connected the rooms on the second floor, we were not completely alien, it could be the sound of the nearby bullera, whose voice and sounds going through the skylight. Thus, for each thing, had an explanation.
One day while I was studying - behind closed doors in my bedroom, I felt a loud knocking at the door. As someone who plays with great urgency or rush. Accompanied by the sound of wood, I heard clearly calling me by my name, thanks to the echo of the area connecting the rooms together. I stopped bothering to open the door and there was none. Immediately (and most annoying ) went to the room to ask my mom what happened, why the rush and cry and great was my surprise when my mom was plunged into the deepest of dreams. I woke her up and she yelled at me for doing it there had been asleep in a while. I ran into the room my brother and was studying, quiet as ever. He confirmed that it had been him. After touring the house, confirmed that there was no addition to those mentioned. I got scared and ran back to brother.
So maybe my friends were not returning to study at my house during those sleepless nights of finals. One night while we made a study break (aka sleep a little bit) I left the comfort of my room with Michelle and Fernando. He had prepared the sofas and some blankets.
Having slept a little longer than planned, I went down to continue the study and obviously to wake my friends when I realized that it was not necessary since the two were sitting on the couch together and frightened face. When I saw them and suggested we continue, I asked how long I was awake, because since I left footprints in the roof-like when someone jumps out with firm steps, did not stop and had even thought I was already awake, then heard a couple of times someone coming down the wooden stairs. I told them that was impossible, because the room was above the room was my mom and my sister ( yes, they share a room, couple Mongar) and were sleeping ... it was almost 4 am!
never forget their faces, were really scared and from that day are entertained by counting the things that happened this time.
With another partner, being in the same, we jump with fright when he felt a hit - again in a hurry-under windows that separate the front garden room. Those times we comforted the protector of my dog \u200b\u200bbarking poodle , whom we could not stop for anything.
So my house began to take an uncomfortable role for sensitive as our friend Rodrigo and the next family who lived there. But this is the story of course;)
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