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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?

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.

The shadow

I do not know, for some reason I like to sleep, facing the wall. That meant to me that the window is behind me. He's always behind me, with the curtain closed, the sun does not wake me at dawn. But when it's rainy season, the curtain prevents the flash of lightning. So it is always open. It was a most unpleasant noise. Somebody ran by outside my department, the only downside; I saw a shadow pass and ... it is completely closed to where ran. Yes, perhaps the horror movie I saw.

Something I will not lose sleep, of that I am sure. Something deprive myself of sleep and not my alarm clock. I usually have my phone close, 2:50 am is not the sound of lightning, not rain. Are they ... knocking on the window? ... Is there someone outside my window? I can see the corner of his eye, on the wall, a shadow is drawn with each flash. There is someone out there is definitely someone. I can see his shadow.

It does not move, but I know that look. Keep playing to my window. It will go if you think I'm asleep. He unlocked. But how? It is opening the window. Hey ... it is not raining, the curtain is closed and the window ... Also? I just heard the opening. I also saw him. A dream, a nightmare. I do not remember if I put the lock the door. Better I tell me. These voices, coming from the closet. I do not understand.

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

The Oak

She was a girl of 9 years old, lived with her mom and dad, had good grades in school, life was quiet and peaceful. At night I always had the same dream where he ran up a hill and reach the top, there was a small cabin with a large oak tree, the place was always dark, and the stars filled the sky with a big moon illuminating everything, making Oak projected a shadow on the grass and flowers that were in it, she jumped and ran to wake up, and when he did, he knew that the next night would return to the same illusion.

One day before the summer, her parents told her that her good grades would go on vacation to a forest on the outskirts of the city. When they arrived, Enya was leaning out the car window, trying to appreciate every detail of the landscape, but then spotted a hill and at the top stood to notice much like a big dream I always had oak.

Enya told his parents that if granted permission to leave the place to see; they would carry him. Enya ran as fast as his feet were allowed, to go up and saw a small hut. Being on top knocked on the door of curiosity, the call of the door came an old man of perhaps 75 years, he saw the girl looked puzzled, his eyes widened more than usual, expressed confusion, fear and uncertainty ; He could not open his mouth to mention the greeting he had planned to say to anyone that whoever touched the door.

It Enya at her expression of shock, asked if he was okay, the man passed saliva and could mention that she was the ghost who walked there at night.

At that time, she began to observe around seeing all the flowers were the same color as in his dream, and they were exactly the same position, without forgetting that in the shadow of the big oak floor, this shadow It gave him confidence and protection, now he was afraid and intrigue.

He realized that the dream happened in his mind, but that does not mean it is not real.

Abandoned House

chapter 1

Once upon a time a family living in the country, the father named George Smith was a rare artist famous paintings reflected his abstract art, but had great reception in the city of Orlando-Florida, Laura's mother stayed at home doing the household and helping her children she never left rather be at home where he felt protected tasks, had two children Christina 15 years and Dereck 12 years both were in the same school but studied at different times Christina studied in the morning and Dereck in the afternoon, so his mother did not feel alone at home, she suffered isolofobia.

After a few months the paintings of Jorge began to lose fame and were not so successful, so the economy of the family was in bankruptcy, decided to move to Richmond-Virginia, George thought it would be a good opportunity to sell their paintings, acquired a large house of old style as it was the cheapest I found the first days that passed were normal, the second week began to hear strange noises in the house especially at midnight, scratches were heard at the door The television in the room is turned on and off single, a little voice of a little girl could be heard saying "Mom, where are you".

In one of the nights Dereck had risen to go next year but did not know if it was a good idea rather be in bed, afraid going to the bathroom gave each step, just the bathroom was along a corridor, leaving the bathroom he saw in the distance the shadow of the girl was the first he could see but not last, quickly ran to the room where his sister and told her what happened. Sister decided to go check to see if there was something happened but not what his brother said he had seen and went back to sleep.

Chapter 2

In the morning Dereck decided to tell their parents what they had seen, the father went to where the girl who had sold the property to ask about what was happening in the house, the girl with a mysterious look said, I knew I was going to ask someday, so I showed him some papers the man, what he discovered about the house I leave intrigued. The family that lived before the house was very conflicted man always beat his wife had a bad temper all the time leaving bruises all around the body, the woman one day so tired that he decided to kill him taking a knife, cutting his throat and nailing it in his heart as he would not change the therapies and medicines received no effect arose increasingly drove him worse.

A year passed and the woman felt like loneliness accompanied everywhere with the only person who could tell it was her 4 year old daughter, the girl asked her father and mother told him that he had left because I could not stand more The female no end to the pain and loneliness for her husband's death that she herself had found some pills in the bathroom quickly killing him was taken.

The neighbors went to the house to see what was happening every day wailing and weeping woman was heard, had to force the door to enter, the woman was dead in the bathtub, her husband found in the basement in a sack full of blood, was the only girl alive, she would not leave the house so he stayed, died slowly into disrepair.

The father told his son about what had investigated said they would soon find a priest to divest to that spirit. It was 1:00 am Christina could not sleep felt there was something that looked suddenly felt like someone was sleeping next to him, turned and found the little girl his brother had described, she screamed and then He closed his eyes, when opened was gone.

Derek stood up to hear the cry of her sister, ran into his sister's room but was far away from his room and hers a long scary hall was in the hallway appeared again the girl, volt head and it was gone, he walked right side wall a painting where I was portraying the little girl who had appeared before dressed in a clown suit in painting was looked very frightening still walked suddenly could make out the distance approaching the girl, throwing it over with a sharp scissors nailed in the heart, died instantly.

Chapter 3

The family to see this event in the morning her dead in the hallway son wanted to leave home as soon as possible, arranged their things quickly, were on the second floor where the rooms were, Laura was very scared that the Time to leave the room tripped over the suitcase was on the floor, snuggling to the nearest window, he was in bad shape so broke making the woman fell from the window of the second to the ground where he died.

Daughter to see her dead mother could do nothing leaving on the floor beside his father got in the car they had, only thing they had in mind was away from the house as soon as possible and never come back to it and so they did. It is said that the house is abandoned since the last time it was inhabited, nobody wants to rent due to the deaths that happened and reputation that has the house through the troubled family who lived in it besides ghosts appearances that still exist until today as it is the spirit of the girl looking for her mother, and the many people who died there.

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?

Accompanying my brother

The hiding

-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?

The cabin in the woods

Everyone, at some point in our lives we had a night terror, fear indescribable sound without any apparent reason, craving, that at any moment something unusual, to pass, that and more, shows the power of our imagination ...

Weekend at last my friends and I decided to celebrate the birthday of one of them in a cottage, located in a village a few hours from our city. Not all were, so a friend and I anticipate us all, came the other morning and celebrate big.

It is strange that feeling of going on the road and curiously this one, being weekend is unusual, everything is in darkness, except for the short distance you can illuminate the headlights of the car, go see the night scenery in the waiting for something to appear, see a shadow out of the ordinary, to be waiting for something to happen, these thoughts circulating my mind when suddenly have to brake abruptly, damn dog that emerged from the shadows, like us , it is altered.

We stopped at a gas station in a nearby town, to take a break, I remains concerned that all this alone and in silence, feeling the stinging sensation that someone is behind trees or between the walls, watching us restless got into the car, the see in the rearview mirror swear see a shadow hiding among the trees behind us, I will not lose to confirm and follow the path.

Only upon reaching the village, a little quiet come to me, are the festivities, there are people, no lights, no noise, automatically gets that little sense of relief and comfort that anything can happen.

Our rest will sooner than expected, when driving on the way to the cabin, being all in the square, the streets are lonely and dark, a guard at the entrance welcomes us and shows us the path which route to take, is the only light seen in kilometers of his small hut, as we travel the road is filled with mist, curious, right ?, to arrive, we only see the silhouette of the cabin, we hasten to turn on all the lights to get rid of damn dark, and verify that the other doors are closed before going to the square, suddenly felt a chill, because behind us the front door creaks and slowly closed, my friend is notoriously afraid, I hope not show the same face as it.

Leaving the hut, we realized that most of the trees are no crosses, I think sometimes people put them to give a more gloomy feel to the place, try not to think about it and got in the car, I wonder if my friend as noted, the smooth movement of the window curtain in front of us did not want to alarm him and is scared.

For a while we forget the issue and just have fun, until the time to go, it is 4:00 am, I wonder if the way he always had so much fog, the radio does not work and I realize the environment of silence, broken only to hear how the trees move violently and strongly sounds the wind always makes that noise or I sugestiono only.

Upon reaching the cabin, just try to focus on some sleep, heard footsteps and hope you are my friend, trying to calm his emotions walking a bit, when I am at last by sleep, I clearly hear that drag a chair and I go to check everything is in order, out, out the window I see some red highlights in my fixed quickly turn on the light and try to prove me realize that there's nothing more, I go back to bed, I hope to sleep.

The next day, his body and mind more relaxed think it was all a hallucination and avoid talking about it with my friend seems it was not a good night, but I mentioned footsteps in the room, right where I was heard dragging the chair, not to scare myself calm and told her that maybe we were entering, it appears that convinced him.

To go outside I felt a chill across the back, the window I saw those flashes, has the same footprints and handprints that seem as if someone observe us from outside. Before getting into the car to go to town, I can see on the second floor more clearly a shadow, peering out the window in front of us, and the same red glow that I now realize, are the eyes of that entity, which I watched us last night, and I think that perhaps all is not mentally and we pretend, perhaps there is something else, something unknown and just do not always see it as way avoid tell you something my friend, I keep thinking that even I must stay another night and there will be more people, hopefully not think about it, and maybe I can forget what I saw in that window.

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.

What we saw then ... honestly ...

(Here the patient had an attack of weeping and hysteria, but after a few minutes quieted and continued)

His face ... Oh God !, his face began to change ... a gruesome way ... his skull stretched up dropping the cap and giving an aberrant form to his head, his eyes also stretched upward and achinaron, but only at the ends as in the area near the bridge of the nose did not move, but worst of all was his mouth ... jaw reached down and his teeth grew in a grotesque way, only the tusks protruding fifteen centimeters. Now the song was tall, almost deafening, in language that, despite my limited knowledge of languages'm sure no one had heard.

And the hideous creature, squeezing the captain against his body stabbed violently long teeth into his neck, I could almost hear the collar bones broken and rotting wood, I think I drank his blood, but he did voracious and wildly like a hungry beast . The infamous chorus climaxed with a raised their hands to the sky, to the moon ... thunder that shone right in the zenith.

Then the creature lifted his head and eyes on the moon cried out from beyond the grave and satisfaction that echoed through the valley ... and released the body of the captain who fell lifeless on the fire. The group uttered aloud.

Panic seized me, my legs buckled and fell to my knees, the ominous feeling that he had hours before was true, these monsters had been playing us cat and leading us inevitably mouse to this place to serve as victims in their macabre rites.

I put my hands to my head and squeezed tightly. For heaven's sake, where was I ?, where I had brought the fate ?, What was this forest hellish place where demons roamed free as lords and masters feeding on the blood and lives of humans?

A thought ... - Mario - opened my eyes again and the group had started the song again, the creature had taken human form again and returned to his post; in its place he was now one of the men and Mario coming toward him helplessly.

No ... it could not happen again again therefore, I pounced on him trying to keep him but an invisible force threw me into the air backwards, I do not understand how, but I was certain it was the work of the man who had stayed staring.

Mario stopped, I think I was working hard and using all his strength and managed to mumble mumble ...

- Run! - And suddenly he turned his head forward and began to rise toward the man who was already waiting hovering over the fire.

I hope you can understand, let me hurt Mario, but ... I could not do anything for him and really did not want to witness ... So I threw myself into the race.

I did not go down the hill by the same route of ascent but on the side at which the current of the stream was headed, there were trees again, in fact in this part of the forest was more tangled, the moon was hidden momentarily by a cloud so I walked almost blindly, guided only by the most basic survival instinct; ... rather galloping ran through the thick foliage and I could not help it ... I saw the cliff and get slipped downhill, I tried to cling to leaves and branches during the fall but it was useless.

No regard was unconscious but I'm sure they had spent several hours because there was no moon and the sky turned a blue indigo, awoke semi-submerged in the rocky stream bed, had all the aching body and hurt terribly arm Right, it was probably a fracture.

I stood up and walked with difficulty, I tried not to think about what had happened and I just focused on walking, but could not, the macabre laughter rang cold and evil in my head.

Suddenly I realized I was wrong, laughter was not in my head, a few meters from me and perched on a branch, staring creature was watching me. Scared tried back but the creature, quick as lightning stood in front of me, then my body stopped and froze answer, just my mind continued lucid ... and I started feeling very light, we rise and stopped; the creature began their horrible transformation, closed my eyes, no way out, just wait for the inevitable but my mind was only an image, the photograph of my pocket ... Luisa, my beloved Luisa never see you again ... ... will not return to brighten my your heart smile angel ... my ... my love ... Luisa

And I fell ... with a dry and dull to wade in the water hit, I could move again and I thought I saw the creature writhing in pain ... his hand ... something had burned ... something almost negligible ... the first ray of sunshine that gave by It finished that awful night as divine light filtered through the trees and hit the hand. The creature looked at me with a fierce hatred and swiftly fled into the bush. Then the sun bathed me with its reviving, and energetic celestial light, I closed my eyes to feel the heat through my body.

I sat up, I sensed that the creatures would return in the evening, so I walked away down stream following the course of the clear stream ...

My experience with Veronica

Hello, this story is real, if not the paresca not read it ... but it's real. It all started one rainy night, when I was talking to a friend on Facebook and told me about one such Veronica. If you said 9 times its name to the mirror, he would appear. But I told him I was just a ball around the stories they tell.

Then send us messages, I decided to disconnect, to test if it was true what he said. I turned off all the lights in my house, I turned nine candles, I stood in front of the mirror ... I looked at my reflection ... and ... slowly repeated 9 times "Veronica".

I was too afraid to continue counting and saying the name. But a voice inside me told me not to, but followed by another told me that I tried ... I tried, suddenly the lights of my house were lit and extinguished ...

I tried to leave the bathroom, but it was impossible. The door was locked from the inside. I did not understand. The lights were still blinking, I had a fear inside you can not imagine

They went out ... until I whispered at last ...!

A voice said, "This is not over yet"

I heart stopped. Suddenly a dark figure in a white dress appeared in front of the mirror ... my face would expect ... I was looking at him with a paralyzing gaze. It was creepy. He could not utter a single letter, the door opened by itself ...

I ran to my room, I stood there, waiting for my trauma is over.

Since then, I never turn off the bathroom light at night I always ask my sister to do so.

Do not say "Veronica" 9 times in front of the mirror in the dark or night ... or suffer the consequences!

A real monster

We are located in a house on the outskirts of the city, with a quiet and peaceful environment.

There a childless couple living as an ordinary family was. A husband named Luis night work, and his wife, a housewife named Gabriela

But one day this environment would be affected ....

-¡¡¡¡HAAAAA !!!! - A great cry was heard from the kitchen. It was the cry of Gabriela.

-What's up? - Asked Luis something distressed.

But the woman kept screaming, lying in the sink because your kitten died with chest and guts out, like skin and flesh were a hideous mask, with broken legs, all bloody. It reached to receive a pained expression on his face even with the open mouth.

Easy, quiet, must have been an animal he says trying to calm her husband.

But Gabriela not stop screaming and tightly hugging her husband says I doubt whether an animal, then what kind of animal would do this without eating? -

Maybe when he arrived at night the animal was frightened and left the place, unable to eat the kitten says even stroking and soothing.

The wife nods even fear, believing his words but inside not think at all has been an animal. But he calms a bit and asks you to please clean it. Luis does gladly saying forget about today and soon will buy a new kitten. So he passed the day and night ... And in the morning ...

-¡AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Again he turned to hear the cry of the woman, but this time with more intensity.

Luis floor again to see what was happening and Gabriela now, seeing her husband came running to hug him, he wanted to feel safe in his arms, knowing that this time would take seriously what was happening.

-Luis, Please, call the police! I have a bad feeling about this.-

But now on the table of the room, a completely gutted mouse, completely turned his head, his legs and tail had been torn apparently it was a bite.

-Love, Calm, remember that live out of town and near a forest, so he will not miss the animal entering in search of food. - Says a husband with a smile, keeping the calm and serenity.

But look as is! - Exclaims Gabriela. -¡¿De Really think that an animal did this ?! You must be a murderer who is bullying us, or worse! A monster that wants to devour! says distraught and teary eyes.

-¿Monstruos? Pfff! Luis exclaims. You are large-and to believe in that nonsense and I said, calm down now! The weekend put traps to catch whatever is entrando- hugging husband leaves his wife and begins to clean up the shattered corpse. However, Gabriela wants not stay with insecurity, so while you sleep Luis, Gabriela installs some cameras in the house they had saved. Before going to sleep, close all windows and let the cameras recording.

The next morning, Gabriela encienderápidamente computer to check what the cameras recorded the night before because he is afraid of being something extraño.Siguió reviewing, until he sees something unusual. At about five o'clock we see a man entering the house with an animal at hand. Gabriela scared immediately feel like your heart is racing, then enter through the main entrance. It's not only a sadist! Otherwise who you know also pick locks. Gabriela could not believe it. She was right! A man was texting death. The moment you pull out your phone, Gabriela is hit hard with something in the head, knocking her unconscious.

When Gabriela awake, he was in the basement tied to a chair.

The woman does not know how long there, or that he had been Luis, across his heart to think that something bad had happened to his faithful and beloved husband.

Perhaps only useless perolo could do would -¡¡¡LUUIIIS AYUDAAA is desperately screaming !!!

Scream after scream was heard in the basement, he rumbled in the damp walls, but received no response.

The tears came from his face. His heart beat with a force as sweat ran down her forehead and killed her anguish inside, since fear had seized it completely, but what he heard immediately paralyzed the soul. A voice from the darkness replied Louis Your not vendrá-

What have you done - says the woman with a fear caught in her throat, barely allowed to speak.

'There Gabriela! When will you stop being so naive? -

Hypocritical laughter and steps to approach Gabriela murderer was heard.

-Please! Do not do anything! We have not gotten to you! Says he is crying and begging for his life

You know ... Maybe the real monsters are not ugly, disgusting and frightening for outside-

At that moment the dim light illuminates, showing his true identity - the real monsters are ordinary people who do what few dare to do! -

Gabriela could not believe it was Luis!

-Luis?! Why? .... Why? you ... - Stunned he can only watch her true husband 'Please do not do anything !, I will not tell anyone who kills animals or anything like that ... Please do not hurt me! He says pleading with a piercing whine.

Shhh, relax love.- says Luis quietly stroking his terrified face esposa.-Why me supplications, when this is all your fault - says Luis with a look and a killer smile.

-¡Luís, Please - Follow Gabriela crying.

'You see ... some time left to excite every time I had sex with you was just a simple boring game, so they became over time. So I had to find a way to accommodate my needs And look what I found! The hearing screams comprise me you have no idea, oh if you saw how I prendías in the morning to hear you scream ... !. It was an indescribable pleasure. But you had to throw your damn aperder with paranoia!

'If you want gritare for you! And I will not say anything to anyone ... But please do not hurt me! No longer mourn and feel the real horror.

Ho love ... I know you will not do - says her smiling husband.

Husband immediately insert a knife on his wife's stomach and begins pulling up to where the chest open allows, the woman screams and cries of pain.

-¡Siii !. Shout beloved, excítame as you did before - says Luis with a sadistic pleasure and full face. After disengages the knife sticking their hands into the wound opened allowing the intestines to go to leave a large pool of blood on the floor.

The woman shocked to see his own guts lying on the floor, added by the great pain, screaming so much that the neighbors heard. Luis then puts his hand to where your heart and grabbing fist, put your other hand with the knife, slashed out of the latent wife who had been his heart these years.

-Sweet Dreams Love-

The next day the police came to the scene found the woman dead in the basement. Without finding any trace of Luis.

To date Luis remains wanted by police, but the question is not where it will be, if not ... How loud you scream?