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Adiós Rosmery

Rosmery was a very young girl who lived with his parents and an older sister. She was a girl who was abused by everyone. One Christmas, she received a gift that would change his life: a large doll that was almost -Rosmery size was 5 years. Rosmery walked super happy and very fond of her wrist. The carried with him all day wherever he went. One day after lunch, she went out to play with her doll in the park and that a slightly larger boy she appeared and told him to leave because he was going to play there with friends. He told so ugly that Rosmery began to mourn and went into his house.

The next day, after breakfast, the ambulance sirens that the body of the boy who had yelled at Rosmery had the previous day were heard. Everyone was amazed. That same day, his older sister Rosmery yelled at because he had been playing with her makeup. Rosmery then began to mourn again. The next day everyone found his sister, who died in the bathroom.

Shortly thereafter, Rosmery learned that his mother would have a baby. Happy parents, told the girl he would have a little brother and no longer be alone. Rosmery was quiet at night but would not stop mourn because I knew that now she would no longer be the youngest daughter. Rosmery The next day he got up and with the surprise that breakfast was not served rare-it was because her mother always got up early to do chores hearth. Then he went to his parents' room and found them in a pool of blood.

The girl was left alone. A year later, she had inherited all the money and property of their parents. Then the girl grabbed his wrist and said, with a sly, mocking voice: Goodbye Rosmery-. The girl (demon) grabbed the wrist (Rosmery) and incinerated in the oven in the kitchen.

And so he ended Rosmery incinerated in the body of the doll that her parents had given him so much love. It is said that the doll body made the change the same day the Rosmery opened gift.

mysterious chains

It was a day of classes in the school, students had withdrawn and finish copying the task was left alone with the teacher. She left me alone because I had to do. When he was about to leave, the door closed tightly and was stuck in the room, I felt chills and did not know what to do, I wanted to open with the key that was set, but could not.

Heard in the hallway dragging chains, asked for help but no one answered me, I ran and hid under the teacher's desk, I suddenly felt that the door opened again and dragged chains, I felt faint when suddenly a hand He touched my shoulder. Upon waking, I realized I was in my bed and very relieved I told myself: "What such a nightmare, what a fright that I went through in my dreams."

I turned around, grabbed my teddy bear, I hugged him very strong and tried to rest. Instantly listen again dragging chains, a hand went through my neck and another covered my mouth when she screamed, dragged me out and I saw I was in the middle of a dark forest endless.

Since then never could come home, not see the face of those who took me, just I know that there are many children here who scream and cry like me in a world of darkness, cold sometimes but sometimes too hot, it seems to hell.

Man's best friend

Lalo was a very good boy really enjoy watching TV. It was a very lonely child because children did not like playing with him. He was an only son and only entertained with television.

His parents saw him sad and lonely, so he was given a beagle dog. Happy child playing with the dog that had become his best friend. The days passed and their parents were happy that their son had fun and played a lot with your pet.

Lalo took a day walking his dog, some children began to annoy him to the point that they did mourn. The boy went home and locked himself in his room. That day he not dined. At daybreak, the child fell into the dining room but her parents were not. Then I saw that they were in the street and went to see what was happening. Children who had disturbed the day before, were now dead. They had suffered a terrible death that can not be described with words.

The boy went to his room and hugged his dog.

A few weeks later, the child play with your pet, do your homework and forgot her parents caught her attention. The sad child, went to bed early without dinner because he did not want. The next day he found his parents in the kitchen, dead. The frightened child called the police and a few days after the horrible scene was clean as if nothing had happened. The police never found out what had happened (they found that the door had been forced to go and nothing to indicate any sign that the murderer may have left). For a moment the cops began to think that the only thing that could have been was a child, but he was very small and there was no evidence that could have been.

A few years later, the boy had become a man and went to college. When I had a problem with someone, simply he says it to your dog and the next day that someone ended up dead.

My aunt's house

We are not alone in this world. Every day I am more convinced of it. What makes some people can contact with beings from another plane and not others? Are they the ones who decide who can see them?

Over time I realize that the more close to death, we become more sensitive. We came alone and we go alone, but by the way are lost, helpless souls who try to hold hands, perhaps to cling to this world, perhaps to try to show I ever revealed what we will find once dead.

During the time I lived strange experiences, I have witnessed visions told by someone close, they are even more frightening.

A few years ago I decided to spend some time at my aunt, a woman of 72 years with the head nicely furnished but delicate health. He lived in a country house twenty minutes from the town where I grew up.

Indomitable character with a rigid education, my aunt made a special person. It was definitely a strong woman despite the fragility of his body. His face, of delicate forms, always remained with a serious face and his eyes, small and light blue, reflected the absolute solitude. He never married, had no children, but according to her, the last years of life were spent surrounded by children ...

I moved for a while to take care of home and think a bit about what I wanted to do with my life. At thirty-two, and after a broken heart, I needed to isolate myself a while and think about what direction should be taken to steer my way again.

It was dusk. The car made its way down the road of stone and a row of trees intertwined branches forming a spectral bow in welcome. The headlights illuminated at last my aunt's old house. It was an old house with wooden porches and a somewhat gloomy appearance. The abrupt vegetation surrounded the driveway giving a mysterious touch. When I got out, I glimpsed the silhouette of my aunt at the entrance waiting for me with open arms.

The house had five bedrooms, two downstairs and three upstairs. There was little light and the furnishings were very old. I sat in the back room, the next to my aunt upstairs. It was a simple room with a spring bed, a table and an old rotten cabinet. I thought that eventually would give a personal touch to make it more inviting. Down stairs for a second, a cold air stream brushed my neck, like the touch of a cold hand. I went down the steps and this time an unmistakable smell made me a smile, my aunt had cooked his specialty to celebrate my arrival.

We settled on the kitchen table, next to the fireplace. When I started to serve dinner my aunt was surprised that there was only filled two plates. He glanced at me, got up and filled a plate more.

'Who is that dish aunt?

-For Him, he told me hungry.

No one sat at the table with us, but something made me think we were not alone.

It was hard to fall sleep that night. He heard noises downstairs, footsteps on the stairs and staccato snoring from the room of my aunt. I did not dare to leave the room, but she was sure there was someone else around the house.

The next morning I asked my aunt if she had also heard strange noises at night.

Sure daughter, they are, but they know they are here and hide.

But who are they? do you know them?

- No. They are children, there are five or six bother me, I talk all day and night will not let me sleep. Sometimes I scratch my door to go out and get in my bed or open all the faucets in the house to make me angry.

For a moment I thought that loneliness had seriously affected my aunt making her delirious and imagine impossible things. I was very surprised as I was told but more terrified me to see that all beds in the house were undone. Someone had slept in them.

They were spending the days and although not always something happening, I was fully alert, restless, believing that someone entered the house to scare us.

On one occasion, I got home and found my aunt sitting opposite another chair. He was quite pale.

'I've scared.

-To Whom?

-at Child who was sitting here. It has been running toward it.

My aunt said the dark corridor leading to the back room, the storage room. I walked slowly and carefully opened the door. There was only junk crowding each other. Still, a chill ran through my body. I closed the door and hurried back beside my aunt tearfully told me he was fed up with these children. He spent the whole afternoon playing with them not to be angry when he heard the door and ran out because they do not want to see them. She turned on the TV and they went out. When I reproached his attitude, the children jostled to take it down. He said he lived scared to death and thank God that I had come ... well at least for a while they left.

Aunt nobody there, you were talking to herself.

You know that's not true, are all in the room but do not want to play with you. I hear you also hear but not see them want. Look, the child was sitting here are going to take that glass of milk.

Indeed, on the floor next to the chair, there was even a glass of warm milk.

That was the last day I spent in that big house. That night I heard scratching at my door, as if someone lean on her waiting to come out.

My aunt was sick, but I was not crazy, I knew very well what he meant. She always said that the dead are where they want to be and that these children liked to be there. She made it impossible for them to leave, but never got it. Two years later, a neighbor found her dead in bed, with a distorted face and a teddy bear in her hands.

I never got to see anything, but certainly felt these children. I heard laughter and scratches on the doors. During that time I became convinced that no, we are not alone and that if they choose to live with you, if you want to see them, see them and will be impossible to get rid of them.

That is not my son

Borja was born with Down Syndrome. Parents know this, but still decided to continue with the delivery. Not for love, but because Don Alfonso (his father) was a lieutenant colonel of the Guardia Civil (military Spanish police) and a man in his position, he could not allow his wife an abortion as "any one".

-What Would the neighbors say if they find out that I have an abortion? Or my dear friends of the parish?

'Nothing to do Herminia. The Lord has punished us with that abomination. And now it's your duty as a Christian to bring it to the world.

Exactly eleven years later, on his birthday, Borja Mari had gotten his parents finally will give away a dog. He'd always wanted a friend.

Your dog is called "Up", because sometimes innocently, Borja Mari told his mother:

"Mommy Mommy, I wish I had of up syndrome, it would not be happy now down as serious as the other children"

Borja, you'll never be like other'll always be like children, you will always be alone and no one will be your friend. We have bought the dog because if you care, you will have "someone" to talk for a few years.

And take care of him, please, you have to show that despite being ugly and silly, are at least smarter than an animal. PIPIS clean the dog and feed him, atiéndelo as you do with your imaginary companions.

That same night "Up" urinated in the living room. Don Alfonso into the night came from his service in the command. Before he had stopped at a bar where a bottle of red wine was made, and listened as his friend José presumed football championship he had won his son.

The room was completely dark when Don Alfonso -torpemente- finally managed to open the door. Even drunk, took three steps to reach the light switch, and after one more slipped and fell head.

Borja PIPIS not cleaned the floor. His father was unconscious 5 minutes.

As she regained consciousness -and saw the whole foot was full of dog-piss, rose. He took his service pistol enraged, he walked through the dark corridors of the house with the gun in his hand ... [Poor "Up", this crazy can give it a shot right there in the middle of the night ...]

BANG!

Don Alfonso killed the animal.

The next morning they found the small body of Borja Mari with their brains scattered on the wall. Don Alfonso made the agents who served the orders of Don Alfonso Borja said that stole his father's service revolver, and he slept -after having told a story goodnight and kissed his forehead, blew his head himself playing with the gun ...

This story is 100% real. It happened in Madrid (Spain) in 1981. Don Alfonso never accepted her son.

It is said that a year later, Borja parents went crazy. They said that every night they showed a demon with Down syndrome and not let them leave the house. Both mysteriously died overnight in a horrible way. Police say committed suicide but was in secret that found dismembered and found a note written in blood on the wall saying: "I miss my dog ..."

It is also said that in the area where the house is located, always dogs die ...

The blood of the child

Part 2: To understand this story, you must read the first part here. Then you can return to the second part. (Continued ....) Since then the house has been uninhabited and took about 150 years and when my girlfriend and I decided to enter. Nothing meant setting foot inside feel a strange heaviness in the air, we caught two nervous and we starting to feel the cold gripped us. The room into which we walked through one of the windows appeared to be the living, if only could see what remained illuminated by the screen of our mobile phones.

There were broken and things scattered on the floor, because of previous looting crystals. But what was more were mirrors: mirrors on the wall, mirrors on the shelves and on the floor. Iluminábamos sometimes when we returned after a frightening shadow that turned out to be our own reflection but our terror grew. As we looked around, we began to hear a strange sound coming from upstairs. My girlfriend heard first and motioned me to be silent. We were quiet and we realized that it seemed a strange cry of a child's voice, the saddest thing I had ever heard.

The hiding

He could not be more absorbed in the screen. As usual, your daily dose of horror stories are winnowed, just before sleep. A little atmosphere, all the lights off. Then think of something else to sleep at ease. Something, perhaps more cheerful.

-Lyzzy. You scare me she said the cat stroking against his feet, he walked around under the desk and purred Come on, out. Go to disturb papa and mama.

He read on. In silence, until dawn.

-Lyzzy ...

The faint rose against his ankle, he became a squeeze. Something was holding. A hand. The slower way, I leaned back. Two bright spots at his feet. They are watching him. They saw. We devoured.

And darkness consumed.

What about your feet?

Bloody Mary

Besides surely have heard this famous story, you've tried to convene in your childhood. It is one of the oldest urban legends and one of the more curious given that in all these centuries. Bloody Mary, a mischievous girl who appears on the mirrors when the flame three times, with the lights out is. That yes, if it does occur it will kill you with a bloody knife after torture for hours cutting every part of your body and if you manage to escape from it, it will make your life a nightmare, full of dark and tragic events.

Legend has it that in ancient times have been known cases of people fleeing and although it did not pass anything to them, if they went horrible things to people nearby. This curse was going to touch them as punishment which the person summoned Bloody Mary. But after killing all the loved ones who ended up committing suicide convened since it went crazy and guilty. Therefore Bloody Mary always managed its mission: kill when a person who summoned.

There are several versions of this urban legend: Some say you have to call her name 13 times in a mirror and lighted red candles. The other version is that you have to call her Bloody Mary 7 times but will not fire but the face of the devil and will handle it kill you or make your life a punishment appear.

After reading this, do you dare to call Bloody Mary to see if it is true urban legend?

the Hammocks

Today, thanks to cellular technology has been able to capture images in many parts of the world this kind of unexpected events. For this several people could catch the ghostly event hammocks and then upload your video to Youtube. As you can see in the videos, hammocks begin to rock alone. Many think it could be the wind, but what is surprising is that hammocks taken alone impulse, causing the wind explanation be forgotten.

People who are admitted in the place feel a different energy, an air denser, heavier than me it feels like to leave this sector. There are several explanations: The first is that there occurred a tragic death days, years or centuries ago. For this reason, the ghost is in the place of fact to find the light and the way it starts moving objects like fun, in this case the hammocks.

The other case is the existence of an ancient cemetery under the square. This is one of the most thoughtful and the spirits thereof would be hanging around the place and the air would be very different. But surely, no force nor wind can do and move objects. They are indeed ghosts.

The Captain's Daughter

Part 1: One day I was traveling with my girlfriend in Cadiz, it occurred to me to go to the haunted house he had heard speak in a mysterious blog. The legend said that there lived a captain with his family. Every time the captain returned from his journey, his beloved daughter brought a mirror, because the young loved these objects. The captain never forgot to bring the expected gift, because his daughter was the apple of his eye, and for years he brought one after another until the house was full of them. Mirrors reflecting each of the corners and that made spaces and deformasen were multiplied a thousand different ways. Strange as it became the home of young girlfriends stopped coming to the house by fear and discomfort that caused them the mansion.

But there was another person in the house, his mother, who felt increasingly isolated and jealous because all the care of the captain to his daughter were detract from it. Gradually the mother was being eaten away by envy and spite, and hating more and more to his young daughter. She argued with her for anything and abusive terms could, until one day and captain arrived from a trip and she told him that his beloved child had died of a serious illness.

The captain could not believe he was gone his beloved daughter with him, I was completely blown away by the immense pain he felt and started to destroy everything that was in the house, including mirrors. But suddenly one of them I saw the reflection of a scene that chilled him: he could see how his daughter had really died, poisoned by his own mother. The mirrors, in an effort to figure out what happened, who knows if fidelity to his young mistress, revealed the truth to the desperate captain.

Then the father and forced his wife to confess to the crime committed in cold blood, after which the evil woman went to prison and died a few months there. As for the captain, to learn what happened to his wife, he went crazy and tied his own daughter on her bed and made horrible things that can not be mentioned. Then the captain came out and went to sea, never to return. It is not known more of the story. (Keep going…)

Bloody Mary

After reading this, do you dare to call Bloody Mary to see if it is true urban legend?

the Hammocks

The Captain's Daughter

Revenge against the Sons of Satan

Part 1: When things happen and these are more than just talk, when you realize that what causes the fear Buckthorn is closer than you think, and never go back to being the same. For some it may be a peace, knowing that there is somehow something else, but most think they will anxiously whether those left wandering in a world that no longer belongs to them.

I live in a village where there are only two bars and shops, near a witch city, the birthplace of legends knock Toledo. Surely there is something in that city and its surroundings makes most extraordinary and sometimes terrifying events will occur so often in their land. I was only a child when they told me that my grandfather had died, from one day to another, they told me that an "accident. But no one knew or wanted to tell me what it was not until one night in which my father was especially gloomy in which he called me to tell me. He said, "Son, I tell you this so that you never make the same mistake your grandfather and you know that there are lines that should never be crossed. It's very hard but record it in your mind forever. I'll tell you how your grandfather died. " And then he told me this story that made me more than one night having nightmares and turn around without knowing when I walk alone at night.

There was a strange child in my village, we felt an instinctive other young rejection to him, even though he had never actually do anything wrong. However, his big eyes blinked rarely was something dark, perhaps madness or just loneliness. That child was called Frederick and was the last and seventh child of a poor family living in one of the last houses.

Gradually he began to run the rumor that Federico had some hidden abnormal powers, and its aura everyone started to believe that indeed it was. Ya never know if those were pure superstition or not, but fear of people began to grow and many said that if they ever revealed the powers of Federico, ruin would befall the entire village. Increasingly it looked less to Federico through the streets, and only a few walkers sometimes saw him in the woods or on the plain, sometimes standing and staring at nothing and other walking distracted but steadily with a sack, no one knew how, somewhere.

I did not know, but there were several people in the village who practiced magical rites sometimes contact with the beyond and even satanic, and the master and leader of all of them was my own grandfather. When I found out I understood why sometimes it was at night and arrived when almost became the day as often as the visiting, because my mother always looked with suspicion and never wanted to go out and spend the night in the hut where he lived. I understood too much ... the story continues in revenge against the Sons of Satan (Part 2)

The girl in the corner

I always thought that humans are all equal. On television, on the radio, even in the film invade us every day with ideas that try to convince us that we are different, unique. We are the result of a perfect mathematical formula that will never be repeated in history. But one day change his mind and began to believe in fate, and strange that this keeps plans for each and every one of us.

My story begins a catastrophic, gray day when the tragedy haunts me in the same way that a cat would chase a mouse. The phone rings suddenly is at dawn, I can feel the chill through my body to leave the warmth of my bed, and as in dreams, I receive one of the worst news of my life. "Your sister" ... "he lost control of his car" ... "wrecked vehicle" ... "We could not do anything about it" - disconnected phrases from my interlocutor asestan me a stab in the depths of my stomach and I left crying desperate like a child.

What happened next can only be described with the word terrible, because once again the phone rang and I ripped from the arms of Morpheus. Trembling as acute timbre pierced me to the bottom of the brain, picked up the receiver and those words echoed again "when will you come after me?", The voice of my late sister said on the handset. Out of my mind I decided to take my car and head to the exact spot where the fatal accident occurred.

After a harrowing time driving in my head was a stream of thoughts, I got there: only illuminated by the headlights of my car that place looked like a desert of darkness, silent and cool as a cucumber. Without stopping the engine I was staring into the darkness for a few minutes when my nervousness dam was about to believe that someone was approaching my position, but looking back there was just nobody.

I turned around and resumed the march back home, when suddenly ...

Smile

The day began like any other, temorosa light crept through the bottom of his bed. A fleeting dream empty white faces and voices coherance clouded his thoughts while taking off, sweaty pillow.

The first thing he noticed when looking through the window was the absence of noise and not hear anything, an alarm, a cry, a siren or the sound of an engine ... Nothing damn. Face and ears as if the simple fact of contact could get rid of stunning and return to reality play. He peered up the glass, ignoring his pathological dizziness and fixed on the road: hundreds of passersby walked with complete impunity THROUGH Street, past middle of the road, bouncing over the stranded cars. I was disoriented ... but began to find excuses: a demonstration, a radical, perhaps some electronic network failure ...

He went into the bathroom and stared at the reflection: she was tall and thin, wiry and lines marked expression, with green eyes and black hair face, breasts were small and wide hips which made him a sleek profile but with attractive. He had always been considered beautiful if it had never taken advantage of, passing and disappointing couples. He preferred his own company to those fools, though he would have liked to have children and stable family their way of life did not allow it. Appeared some years thanks to more severe expression that could not be removed.

It was representative of pharmaceutical products and was traveling in Frankfurt, is ospedaba in a downtown hotel in two days I had to meet with an important provider etilina, aferrimos had no close friends or family. Tube which had an aunt raised him, was Sebora and hard; but he had never missed anything. At his funeral I do not cry. Inner shirt was off and dressed: jeans, white shirt and coat. Eligio short heel shoes, went to the kitchen. Grabbed a piece of fruit and turned on the TV, he stayed a few seconds looking at the static. Change the channel several times, the remained static. I grab the laptop and go into the browser, the Internet was disabled.

After a restless thoughts I left the room, the place was pretty decadent lights were off and the only light came from the window down the hall. He progressed slowly and carefully, the doors were open and empty floors. Came to the window and pressed the shutter, it fell with a thud. He took several steps back groping in the darkness, then a groan was heard next door. I was scared and hit the opposite wall; but logical thinking back to his conscience. Someone could be hurt or even a child, I noticed that the door was open and the person pushing the door to pull her look. It seemed hopeless, and reminded his alemas tratamudeo:

- Sind sie in ordnung? - I reached over and grabbed the doorknob - Ich werde öffnen -.

Push the knob hard and forced a smile, across found a man in his underwear with a big smile. The man did not move, the smile was forced more and more to verge on the disturbing; Elena fell silent and began to recede, the man with a sudden awkward movement was launched over his. Began to strangle her, she kept widening and smile. Elena felt her burning lungs and an accumulation of blood in the head. Tasted blood as his eyes lost in her eyelids. I could not think clearly, the knot was too strong. Ridio hands Face maniac who kept his smile; an idea passing through what was left of reason and began to force a smile. The man loosened the knot in that moment, Elena forced even more making it more comprehensive. Crazy smiling let go, I get up and left the hall, staggering sparingly leaving Elena in semiinconsiente ground and with a big smile bathed in tears.

I say "crazy"

It was a sad day good (for me) the truth is not good do not know why we moved to another house was large and like wings outskirts of the city was heavily wooded walked in with my parents was only good daughter through the house everything was very outdated and wooden floor creaks and the old door could be heard in almost every home these squeaks spent four days and it was night and listened to the damn door creaking but it took a porto scared me and I tape the covers I fell asleep .

I woke up in the morning and told my parents but obviously I did not believe it was evening and my parents went to enroll wing school I remain alone watching my Facebook then on that the network I was sure falls already had network that it was past time to reach the network that I went to see the modem but this cable disconnected angry as much me and told my parents that I had turned off the Wifi they were speechless.

Spend the night and go back to or went to the damn door room but my parents were not seen at night near the stairs one girl hanged scare me much that I fell from the stairs and woke my parents about what had happened to my popes refused and said they were asleep the whole time I was taken to a psychiatric hospital nurse and said wing but it was better not to say that I slept maybe nobody believes me but I know what I experienced. (This is the letter of a young dead)

Cause of Myocardial Infarction

Awake from a deep sleep, violent phone ring escapes me of a dream I do not remember, this scare made me straighten my position, I analyze the situation and realize that I am in my room, (the phone is still ringing) observed the alarm clock with phosphorescent hands (2:39), next to the clock is the phone with his strident scandal, Who can call so late in the morning? I predict not good news.

Observe the handset while hesitation in lifting the handset, settled slowly my hand on the surface of it, and lifted it gently, the scandalous ringing ceases took calmly the receiver to my ear, I can feel your plastic cold touch my flag we remain mute both inbound and outbound, me who are encouraged to break the awkward silence.

-…Hello.

I get a slow response breath, hope attentive to my greeting is responded in any vocal as possible, and what I hear, hela my blood, is the voice of my dead husband two and half weeks ago.

-I'm going up the stairs.

I feel a pressure on the chest, I begin to mourn while I take my hand over her mouth to keep from sobbing desperately, what kind of sick joke is this? I'm paralyzed, I can not talk about printing, now it sounds, it is even more frightening. The wooden steps leading to the first floor begin to squeak, heavy and slow steps begin to ascend to where I am. My doubts about the identity of my late husband dissipate to hear it again through the earpiece.

No topics beloved moon eyes. From here I can smell your sweet perfume of roses.

It is his voice, no doubt about it, always called me that loving way and loved that fragrance; apparently he had not died, returning from somewhere, but perhaps Does he know what happened? Yet I keep squeezing tightly phone to your ear, I did not fear the pressure warning printed on my ear.

I think you forgot to fix the car brakes, in fact I think that I never knew were broken.

This was impossible, trying to say something but my words were drowned in my neck, the sound of twisting stairs to the weight of their footsteps tormented me, step by step the sound pierced my eardrums, my heart was pounding my chest with terrible sledgehammer.

-Do you know? I can not just smell your perfume, also break your fear.

What came up, played with me, I was stunned and I was unable to hang up, when finally I heard footsteps on the stairs stopped, I realized I was in my apartment, I imagined her figure, turning to my door, I could not fathom it was as looked after horrendous car accident.

His footsteps came to my bedroom, I needed air, I felt in my left arm throbbing tiny climbing up my shoulder, wrapped my limb numbness. His footsteps came to the doorway, I could see the gray shadow of his feet between the groove formed between door and floor. The doorknob moved slowly while my throat was uncovered with a scream of death, loose the telephone cable hanging in pendulum motion, while the hinges emit sounds with thunder burial, my chest suffered severe pain, I feel as if my heart clench a fist, a cold sweat bathed my face while my left arm cramps intensify, dizziness make me faint before falling from my bed to the floor, I can see the figure that triggered a massive heart attack .

A robust and tall man stands at the door, the skin of his face is tattered, panes of glass still hanging from his battered skin, the frontal bone of his skull is engulfed, a dark smile spit blood without the existence to plug your salivary teeth, his clothes are rags impregnated with the smell of damp earth, has only the right arm, the left side, peering clothes torn in the absence of the tip.

Terrifying way I die, I will not before hearing the last words of my spectral visit:

Did you enjoy the money for my death insurance, fucking bitch?

Death Note

Joachim, wake up ... Old! Awake.

Joaquín slowly open your eyes, taking off after hours of sleep, the strong cold dawn woke him up and took in the face that was right in front of him. It was his wife, and a paler face than usual, this looked directly. The darkness would not let him see his features clearly, only street light that was introduced by the window allowed him to realize that was his wife.

Old man, I hear noises down, go see ... Joaquin, you wake up!

Reluctantly the man rose slowly, growling unintelligible words and groping in the dark looking pants that were lying on the treadmill before going to sleep, felt his legs above the cool fabric of your garment as he put them; his wife always acted as paranoid about any noise, - "this is another one of those" - Joaquin thought grimly.

I swear old, this will be the last time that bother you, but go see. a trancazo in the kitchen was heard as if a cup is broken.

Joaquín nod, since his wife crashed traveling in a taxi, suffered from constant fainting, her nerves had become more crispantes, he was already more than a week without suffering blackouts, but his hysteria had been increasing, always at night she woke excitedly and her husband was the one who had to interrupt his rest reassuringly.

Joaquin came out of the bedroom into the kitchen with his wife told him from the bed:

Old God bless you, I love you.

The man pressed lips and eyelids, as if to enclose inappropriate words and unkind gestures; advanced with slow steps toward where his wife had told him, the cold seemed to follow her bedroom as a shiver ran along the spine of your back. He approached the entrance to the kitchen, fear made him shorten his walk, stopping just when he felt a warm liquid under the soles of your feet.

"Coffee" - thought Joaquin, the liquid on the floor was an elongated stain out of the kitchen, to get closer to the entrance, she watched porcelain pieces scattered around, and close to the largest pieces, revealing the figure was from one hand, his wide eyes continued to see the rest of the body.

On the kitchen floor, she was a woman with pale face and stiff, a stroke had taken her life Joachim's wife, who with a scream of horror, neighbors alerted its macabre discovery.

The perfect day

I remember the previous day was perfect for me, I dare say I enjoyed that day as if it were the last day of my life and that was what I felt, was her perfect day as it was my birthday can have the things most wanted; share with the people I love most was perfect I would say there are no words to describe such a good day, I felt like a dog with two tails.

When I realized that obscured my perfect day if I would go that day enjoyment as ever. When it was time for everyone to go see how my day is going with them, it is that seriously was an amazing day! . I remember I went to my room with a half pizza to go I held, I thought all my previous birthday and thought why this was so important, rather why I did them so important? I spent many things over his head, not wanting to think plotting something I celebrated as if it were my last day of life.

I finished my pizza and my mother takes me a cup of tea which she was so she could sleep well because when I ate and drank too much after costs me sleep, I took it and did not know or my soul. While asleep do not know if what I experienced was real or just a dream, sometimes hard to perfect things are real but I know that what I experienced was true that there is no doubt at all, as I tried to wake up, something or someone I turned to give something to follow sleeping, sometimes dreams seem so real I do not know what to think.

All the time I was having a nice dream apparently because he felt that he had slept too, when what sounded like the sound when you knock on a door was really hammering that woke me completely. After that, you can only hear the muffled sound of the earth falling on my coffin, and covering my cries.

The woman in the black bracelet

I remember when I was 6 years old my uncle who is a doctor showed me one of those bracelets that change color. If the bracelet was white means you're alive and if this means that these dead black. He told me that one day on a car crashed into a tree and the cart were 2 people. A person does not have serious damage, but if the other person had and had to do an operation. When they were going to do the surgery the patient will put one of these bracelets.

The patient died when they were doing an organ transplant and bracelet turned black. Tired my uncle was about to go home. Upon entering the elevator started talking with a woman. When the elevator reached the fourth floor he saw the patient he had operated a while was there and began to push a button for the elevator door closed. When the elevator door closed with the woman I was talking to said,

But that bad.

It's that the patient was operated and I had died, that perhaps did not see the black bracelet she wore.

-A Bracelet like this?

At that moment he realized he was talking to death and ran to the elevator. At that time I did not believe that story as always trying to scare me. At 15 I went to the hospital where my uncle works at night to visit. Upon entering the elevator a woman I wonder if he knew Dr. Kuran and I told him if he's my uncle.

That was the doctor who treated me after the crash but I had died.

At that moment I realized that the story he told me was true and not trying to scare me. When the elevator door opened ran without looking back. Behind I heard she laughed a devilish way. I was so scared that I did not realize it enters a dark room all.

Realizing the lights came on and I saw a lot of people who saw me with a wicked smile. Mrs. walked behind me with whom he was talking in the elevator. Seeing her hand to saw I had one of those black bracelets and all other people also. This is my end, I should have believed my uncle and now I'm going to die, Crimping me. At that time my uncle entered the room and some doctors were more behind him. At that time I ran towards them but I fell.

The woman told my uncle, "looks like I kill kill" and pulled a knife. It was impossible for me to move, but when she was aiming to kill a melody and ghosts disappeared was heard. I heal after a while but never knew who it was that saved me playing that melody. Now I found this woman for several places I've gone. For this to me they are places where many people.

The Woman in White

Many of us wonder, are there ghosts? Here's the truth ...

It was 7:00 in the evening was a very cold rainy day, I was with my parents and my brother, suddenly tells me my mom telling me go shopping with my brother, so I will stay only in casa.Lo All I said is that there was no problem

I was in my room watching TV, was very entertaining when you hear a weird sound in the kitchen of my house, down to review what it had been, it was only we who fell, but ask me

- Why do I fall?

I remember back to my room I had left the television on, but on arrival was off, did not give much importance as if he thought he had left off and was not consistent. It was 8:00 and my parents and my brother still not arrived and I was watching television, that's when clearly heard a woman from downstairs in the kitchen saying:

YOU ARE NOT ALONE !!

I am afraid a lot, I thought it was my imagination and continued watching TV a few minutes later heard the same phrase just that with a more sinister voice ... I got up from my bed and looked down thinking that someone was there, then I started to hear the same woman's voice spoke only this time with someone else ... I could not explain what was happening in my house until I decided to go down to see what was happening. I saw a woman dressed in white winged stop accustomed chair where I sit, I said,

- Who you are?

To which she replied with angry voice

- You said you were not alone

I was very scared and did not know what to do, his face was covered with a black cloth I could not understand why and I said

- You're not real, ghosts do not exist

To which she replied ...

- We are more real than you think, so you wished you had not said that

I was very scared, until she disappeared.

Half an hour later I received a call from my aunt telling me that my parents and my brother had a car accident, could not believe what was happening, went to the hospital quickly waiting for better news to arrive and was told that my parents had died, only my brother survived

He was crying and did not know what to do, I could not believe it.

They spent several weeks now lived with my aunt, were precisely 7:00 pm, everyone was already asleep and I heard again the same sound he had heard the night my parents died, this time my arm and lower value to see what was happening.

There was a glass covered with a black cloth identical to women, removing the cloth inside of the cup was a note that read:

Here you have the proof that the ghostly spirits if we exist now your parents are with me, I told you to be sorry for what you said, next is your brother

ATTE: Woman in White ....

The people of the woods

Many years ago I worked in the Mental Rehabilitation Centre of Santo Domingo. Among the cases of posttraumatic syndrome strangest war I tried, was that of a young soldier whose partners had all died in combat; the boy was found by a group of farmers, hidden in a small cave near a stream, shivering and had apparently lost his speech, he was in a state of shock that he could never recover.

But a stormy night and I looked to my surprise first spoke accessing tell a story that can not qualify more than horrific. I do not know what reason led him to imagine such a hallucination. Here is his story:

"The night was already late when the captain gave the order to stop, had been moving through the sweltering jungle for about six hours without finding a trace of the rebels. They tended a trap ... we had been on the wrong track; we were surprised and ambushed our unit, we were now only four survivors trying to save our lives. I know it's not worthy of a soldier flee but ... What else could we have done? We were only four against ... too.

We sat slowly and quietly, darkness had become very dense and fat raindrops had replaced the drizzle that had accompanied us throughout the day, as we try to protect ourselves from the rain.

I guess we should present a sorry sight; I saw the pain in the captain's face and my colleagues, I think this is too much, that is, when you become a soldier think you're invincible, nothing can destroy you because you're the good, you struggle for peace and justice and even know it is likely that these situations may occur; the moment of truth ... you're never prepared for death to your colleagues, your friends, the men with whom you have formed and have shared so much, your brothers.

I took out of my pocket a photograph of Luisa and watched, it had taken during a sunset on the beaches of Cartagena. Lucia with his beautiful curly hair, air, and I smiled as only she knew how.

I looked at my colleagues, Gary was tall and lanky, was staring off somewhere, the truth is that hardly spoke with him, he was a guy of few words and few friends. Mario had found a rock to sit and appeared to be crying but tried to hide it. The captain; who had moved away a little, he returned and ordered us to rest and gave shifts to keep the charge, he assigned me to my third shift, after Gary. I tried to relax ignoring torturing insects and that's when I thought I hear, it was as soft murmurs that seemed to come from everywhere. I immediately alerted the other, they also heard Mario speculated that it could be a village nearby, but the captain was suspicious, said it could be a rebel camp, suddenly the whispers stopped and the forest returned to the monotonous sound rain, waited about half an hour but they were repeated.

The rain died down and fell asleep. Even today I think I hear the cry of Gary woke me. It was not exactly a cry, but rather was ... God! as a scream, a scream of terror that chilled my veins, got up and wield our guns, Gary was not in the guardhouse, laughter could be heard as many people around us, we could not see them, but it was clear that mocking us and delighted with our fear, the captain was shouting asking strangers on pain of opening fire were identified, but the laughter rose to cruel and macabre laughter. Then we returned to hear Gary screaming for help and ran towards the direction from which they came firing back at the thicket.

I do not know exactly how we ran, I estimate that about one kilometer; I only know that the cries of horror were heard Gary always at the same distance as much as we tried to reach him; until suddenly ceased and stopped, apparently whoever they were those of the mysterious laughter had not followed us, anyway we stood back to back with guns in firing position.

The rain had finally ended and the clouds began to disperse, the brightness of the moon illuminated the tops of tall trees, but not us because vegetation was very dense, there was almost complete silence, perhaps it was better that way, in the state in which we found ourselves if an owl would have sung the quiet with a torrent of bullets.

passed about two hours that helped calmáramos some our disturbed minds, the captain tried to elevate the moral, said the rebels were very clever and congratulated them because managed to scare him and kidnap one of his men into his nostrils but for the sake of them it was better than they had been hurt ...

But I, and I'm sure Mario also doubted.

Suddenly a cool breeze filtered through the trees shook, the captain had remained silent in the midst of his speech looking in all directions, my senses were sharpened the most ... suddenly we saw around us were like silhouettes, blurred shadows , jumping at speed through the branches of the trees around us and then pounced on us, I think I could compare it to being in the middle of a flock of birds or giant bats, moved among us, touching our bodies, scratching our arms and faces, it was horrible, screamed and tried to protect us and beating them or shooting them away but strangely our fists were only with air, and bullets seemed to affect them in the least. In our desperation we all advised us that instinct, have to run again.

Despite the terror that invaded us at least we stayed together, we leave behind but not for long, as we ran we heard a constant fluttering behind us and look back could see a thick black cloud moved over the trees in our direction.

We ran and ran through the jungle to get out of breath, until our forces arrived almost to the limit and fell on the wet and muddy earth awaiting whatever fate deparase us, when we notice that we were alone again, felt some relief Mario and captain, but there was something that did not fit me, whatever they were these creatures were very fast, could not understand why they had not given us powerful and thought crossed my mind, but I pushed him away just wanting something out unfounded .

He spent about an hour, Mario finally broke down and began to mourn, the captain had been kneeling with his eyes on the floor and looked at him as if to rebuke him, but did nothing and turned to stare at the ground, now he was a beaten man, not only in arms but in his soul; We not know what to do, how to act or what to think, this seemed like a nightmare, a cruel and horrible nightmare.

Then something caught my eye in the distance and stuck a small hill near the summit was distinguished the faint but unmistakable glow of a bonfire.

The small orange glow threw us a glimmer of hope and immediately rushed over to there no matter how exhausted we were, just wanting to get out sooner that damn jungle, do not know why but I honestly thought that the fire move away ghosts or they were, like when you're a kid and you're sure that if you keep lit the lamp next to your bed the closet monster will not dare to leave. It may sound a little selfish but at that point we did not care any more; We did not think even in what had become of Gary; all our mind, all our energy and strength were concentrated in coming to this tiny point of light.

Hill was on the other side of a small valley that descended to cross, in the background you crossed a stream of crystal clear waters that glistened in the moonlight.

All streams lead somewhere and pondered the idea that it might be better to take its course instead of going up the hill, but discarded the idea because the fire was now very close and hypnotic power which attracted us to a supposed safety. OMG! Why I did not listen to that inner voice?

We climbed down the gentle slope, as we ascended the vegetation became less dense. The summit was treeless but covered with high weeds and sticky; go through it drawn to the clarity with our guns ready, despite the apparent futility of these, we were reluctant to leave, because as we were taught: a soldier can leave their mission, their orders and even his life, but never his rifle.

Finally we left the bush and we saw the fire, was in the middle of a clearing about two hundred meters and around them was a group of people standing in a circle around her, people of flesh and blood, no shadows or ghosts. We were heading toward them convinced to salvation.

As we approached we found that spoke or whispered among themselves. We stopped surprised just steps from the circle, all wore black robes, men were bald or shaved head and women wore a hood or cap on the hair, they were quite pale but beautiful features; They kept their eyes closed and their arms extended on both sides of the body together with its neighbors by the palms of his hands up, but they were not immobile, no, gently swaying on either side to the beat of their whispers, now could identify as a kind of unintelligible chant.

For a moment we failed to do, apparently they had not seen us; Captain stepped forward and saluted loudly identifying and requesting help, but they even took notice, however, the pitch of the song escalated. The situation did not please me at all, there was something in the hymn, I do not know exactly who it was because I did not understand but I had the feeling something profane ... blasphemy ...

The captain decided to moved and touched the shoulder of one of them and suddenly stopped the song, the dancers stood in unison and froze, then it opened a little circle, where the captain was just as inviting to enter, They were still with their eyes closed.

Mario grabbed my arm and it startled me, I was shaking and I pointed to the ground; I looked and I bent down to pick it up, it was a piece of cloth torn and bloodstained, I let go at once, it was unmistakable, the camouflaged army.

I looked at Mario, his face showed that frightened me was thinking the same thing.

Suddenly we heard the crack of the gun captain falling on the sand, it was inside the circle had closed again behind him ... and loved ... they opened their eyes.

I was horrified watching them, they were evil, demonic, totally white eyes without pupils and completely lifeless. One subject had kept staring at me

- captain? - Mario said in a pleading voice. But he did not answer. Meanwhile one of the youths took the circle, seemed to look directly at the captain's eyes, we could see the reaction of this because he had his back to us, others resumed their rhythmic swaying softly with his song; Captain took three steps toward the fire and stopped.

Then we saw something ... impossible ... the young, with arms extended to the sides began to levitate, and rose in the air until about four meters to be located just above the fire, thereupon lowered his arms and then extended his left to the captain, the choir grew in intensity and movement.

And we look horrified as Captain also began to rise, seemed to have the rigid body and when he came to it, they both turned at an angle of 90 degrees and could see his face, it was a look of terror, his teeth were clenched as if trying to say something but could not do it and his eyes anxious and tearful pleading looked at us that we could not do anything powerless.