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.