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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.

Cause of Myocardial Infarction

-…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.

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

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

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

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?

Strange rain

It was a rainy afternoon, where the only option for entertainment was to stay at home playing a board game, filling a crossword puzzle, take a cup of hot tea for cold or just play with dolls, that was what made the little Elizabeth. What I liked best was our little spice to their wrists with entertaining stories of pirates and hidden treasures and this happened in her room, for it was the perfect place for your wrists to become fearsome pirates. And this taste for inventing stories of pirates is because his mother every night to fall asleep she reads a story about pirates or simply invented for small to sleep.

That rainy afternoon was felt strange in the environment or that was what the mother felt strange, but what was it? . Elizabeth as a child did not feel the same as that for her it was just a rain that forced her to stay in the house waiting to finish. While she played her mother was in the ground floor of the house preparing what would be the dinner that would be special because rainy days mom cooked what Elizabeth most liked to eat that were pancakes with caramel or jam and a good bowl of milk.

She was immersed in her world of pirates, shipwrecks and hidden treasures when you hear the sweet melodious voice of his mother who tells him: "Baja, dinner is ready", "and under" responds the little, began to order their toys anxious because the expected down some delicious pancakes and what would be a perfect afternoon, when the girl was about to go down the stairs arm went round, the volume and covered her mouth. It was his mother who said "shhh! I also heard that.

Walk without Return

I remember that day like it was yesterday and it's been many years since that event. Before retiring from my job was the driver of a bus carrying the most dangerous lunatics from the asylum, there is currently no asylums are psychiatric hospital but there are some that are very hidden and where I worked was a madhouse in which arrival was an Odyssey, who did not know their exact location could be lost and die trying to get help.

That was the last tour I did. That day I had to move a patient to the asylum, the fetched to the hospital where they were doing some tests, being all in I started to run for the bus, everything was going well until one of the spike tires, parked me and I got off to seek help from a nearby station to me much easier and faster to fix the bus to arrive to the madhouse. When I got to the bus I take the worst surprise of the world's "crazy" had escaped step if you do not know how I made sure to go down well to close all but something went wrong.

I was very afraid, because, for my negligence was going to lose my job did not have any excuse for what had happened, I returned along the same path to go to the city and see I could think when going way it occurred to me something that anyone would consider harsh, stopped the bus at a stop for passengers with a cool head I opened the doors and people began to rise, not knowing the fate that would trip, I made sure the doors and windows of the bus for anyone to get take walk the bus to the madhouse, arriving there told them that came badly very badly and shouting incoherently and had to lock them up if or if, after that I take the bus will burn and my family we moved would have none of that…

While after I learned that nurses from the asylum realized a week after the mistake they had made with those innocent people when they decided to release many were already mad and nothing could be done, some of the real patients were found and returned to lock others were found dead .... Ha ha ha already we see some that are still free.

Accompanying my brother

It was a cold afternoon Mary was in her bedroom as usual, listening to music, when I heard footsteps came to see what it was but when I looked there was nothing the girl turned to enserar in her room, but then I hear the cry of a child . Mary was so scared that I hope to reach their father when they arrived told them what he had heard and they said it was just his imagination Mary knew that what he had heard was not his imagination.

Days passed and Mary did not want to get home he was afraid of being alone, one day decided to see what was happening when he saw a child on the steps of his house crying and she froze from fear then when his parents came from work she told them everything that happened her parents told her that before she was born they had another son who had died when he fell down the stairs. The terrified girl went to sleep but when he slept felt someone was watching her terrified told him to want, he said, want you to have the same fate as I bone death.

sinister

To Alec, was the right time. I had the house to himself. It was night, I could write her story of terror, which had always wandered in his head. But he could not convey the words to the screen. << What? >> They were enough with words and the story would flow.

And taking the glass of water and took a little, those were his first words.

And then I take the glass of water and took a little. It was so unpleasant that I had felt all day, but curiosity consumed him.

He looked at one side and then the other, no one else was with him the next line of the story.

Alec looked away from the screen. Turned to one side and then the other. I was all alone. She should continue writing. Each letter was a fact that added to their reality.

Then came a strange noise outside his room.

A line which doubted. His concern long way when you hear no noise.

He was stunned by the noise ...

The same strange noise that had described, had interrupted him to finish his next line. The noise became footsteps approaching. Alec could not move a muscle.

<< It is fear, I can not move for fear >> but gave out the last sentence of his history. He does not move because he had not finished his line. That strange being came with Alec and completed his line.

A soul that wants to play

Anna was a woman very dedicated to their work, such was the frustration that did not mind working overtime and keep herself in the company, perhaps by the fact that she lived alone because her husband had died in a traffic accident by diverted to not hit one little girl who was crossing the street at that moment, after Ana there but I never wanted to know about children, hated, it was as if you were doing them remember the death of her beloved husband.

Every morning when Ana came to his office was a game of YA (of those who bring a little ball and ten crusecitas, which aims to pull the little ball and grab a Crucesita before the callera little ball), finally, Ana was tired of seeing that in his office every morning and throw them into the trash can for the next day to see them over his escritori, then proccedio to explain what happened to the concierge, to hear what happened is told that she believed that the company walked the soul of a girl who could not rest, Ana ignored him put the concierge she did not believe in such things.

It was a Friday when Ana was working as usual that day his boss told him he had to wait a fax that he would send from Spain, the fax would arrive at about 4:00 am Dominican time since Spain would be 10:00 am Ana as always agreed to stay and wait for the fax, and I did not have one at home to wait for him. It was 4:00 am when a fax arrives, it goes a long hallway from his office to where the printer where would the fax was, when it comes to the place where stop the printer waits fax arrives when sounds like footsteps, as if from someone who was playing, Ana still a little nervous not know that, but felt the feeling that someone obserbaba, but thought it was impossible because she was alone and it was 4:00 am.

Leaving receive the fax went to his office and into the desktop saw another set of AND, Ana became angry and went and the Dark tiroa long corridor when someone or something derrpente tugged back already Ana very nervous about what happened proceeded to walk with slow steps down the hall when derrepente she feels that someone is watching from behind and when turning, a girl who tells appears: "Why do not you want to play with me and immediately throws a cry of despair "very Esteria Ana runs her office door and bar below escritrio hides when he hears footsteps and girl llorisqueos increasingly serca her, until everything went amounting silent and not hear anything , and suddenly the girl appears beside him and shouts loud: Why will not you play with me.

The next day they found Ana dead, had given a heart attack.

Basement Plague (Part One)

The foul smell will never go away, my nose was irritated with scented handkerchiefs covering both; since we moved a month ago to this house, my husband and I had experienced a strange sequence of events; for me, the most consistent is this stinking aroma and even more frightening noises coming from the basement.

I've always been afraid extremis, I have never liked me to discover for myself the mysterious sounds that some old houses emit girl hid my humanity under the covers until dawn, that gave me the certainty, at least unnoticed before the supernatural eye or the presence of a professional gossiping.

When I married my husband (Donald McAllister) we moved to a small house on Long Island, the first weeks were a beautiful Barbara Cartland novel. How pleasant it was to sleep at night under the protection of my man, stop fearing the darkness and fears that the imagination creates in the morning, simple and small creaking wooden walls, were no longer a concern for me, Donald felt safe.

My fearful and submissive nature made our relationship a perfect balance, because his temper hardly find in me a conflicting echo, we live in the last five years in that city, until the peace of our area changed police officers had found in the swamps the district, the decomposed body of a high school student, had been strangled and raped on multiple occasions, this event was the beginning of a string of murders without discriminating, fear grew Finco and mistrust among the people of the city we were afraid to leave, there was no possible clues to the murderer.

My horror was perceived by Donald, who proposed as reassuring as City move because he knew too much of my nervous character. Yo, no more doubts disturb your comfort, finished accepting at his insistence, so that in the coming days we moved to Queens.

In Queens, Donald became interested in an old house, made of complex and stained glass gothic type finishes, the funereal atmosphere of the house appealed to him, seemed absorbed by the building, but what caught his attention was the basement; to enter it, he had to leave the rear garden, the threshold of this were a pair of wooden doors giving access some steep steps, same as you moved below the house. I, true to my personality, I explained to my husband my refusal to visit that part of the property, have always associated to the basement dens lived with spirits and demons of old rites. Donald and I understood it defined the cleaning process there, which he would assume.

After a week of clean up our new home, I noticed that we overlook some of the home, as a despicable and stale smell wafted through my most curious at this point in the story nostrils, was that my husband did not perceive such smell, just disgusted me with the stench that dismissed the bowels of the house. The next day, taking advantage Donald was leaving for work, I went back to clean up the laborious task seemed to bear fruit, as the very strong smell of detergent and fruit soaps overshadowed the plague.

However, the stench seemed to leave at all, up my nose and bloodhound trying to find the source of that unfortunate smell, but he did evil, plague flowed from the tiny slits formed in the floorboards, it came from basement.

I was afraid to go down and clean, but took strength to get my cleaning and accomplish the task that my husband had forgotten to insurance; when a sound discouraged me, a cry emerging from the ground, went from less to more, his guttural sound made me chills down my spine; I released detergents and brooms to take refuge in the room, she was not crazy, I was sure of what he had heard. I did not leave my room all day long, patient wait for the arrival of my husband until dusk. Upon arrival, he found me sitting and shivering on the bed, I explained what had happened and decided to check out, I asked him not to go, it was dangerous, but he was determined; always skeptical of supernatural causes, he decided to leave the house and down to the basement.