The Ghost Behind the Window

Under the darkness of that foggy night, he could hear the squeaky sounds of the wooden beams directly above his head in the attic of the house. A rumor had been spread in the neighborhood that a ghost had been seen hunting the house.

He did not believe in ghosts, but the ceaseless noises, and the gloomy foggy night began to produce within him a series of unreal mental shapes. He imagined human-like figures strolling beyond the closed door of his bedroom, each time stepping closer and closer.

Behind his bed, where he was laid down, there was a window facing the back patio. A brisk breeze outside of the house produced a whizzing sound, which made the wooden beams rustle incessantly, creating a creepy atmosphere.

His sense of hearing was the most acute at that moment. Something stepping down the stairs of the house began to be heard. His terrified mind could only imagine a strange being with a wear down face and heading towards him.

When the strange being reached the last step of the stair, he was petrified to his bed with terror, such that any incident that could occur at that moment could hardly get him out of this fearful state. He was so concentrated at the moving sounds made by that strange creature, when the blinking lights of a passing car made him turn his head towards the window.

“I got to get out of here,” he reacted decidedly.

Without hesitation, he pulled the window open and crept outside of the house. He walked a few yards away from the window, each time thinking that the strange creature could have followed him out the window. He turned around and peered towards the window, which was being moved by the cold wind, making a rocking sound, then, he gazed up towards the attic, where the dark shadow of a walking figure produced within him a profoundly chilling fear.

La Mujer de Blanco

¨Quisiera ver un espanto´ le dije a mi amigo
¨Pues tienes que entrar a ese edificio a la media noche¨ me dijo
¨Que hay ahi?¨ le pregunte
¨Dicen que se aparece una mujer de blanco y recorre los pasillos¨
¨El velador la ha visto varias veces¨ me aseguro
Esa noche me prepare para entrar al edificio
Me lleve a un perro Rottweiler de pelea
El velador me dejo entrar y me dijo
¨Aqui voy a estar por si necesitas algo¨ Ok. le conteste
Me introduje a el edificio con todo y mi perro
No sentia la mas minima inquietud de los espantos
Me meti hasta lo mas oscuro de el edificio, en un sotano
Esperando ver algo blanco caminando o flotando por ahi
Pero nada, de vez en vez veia a mi perro tratando de ver su inquietud
Pero mi perro estaba mas tranquilo que yo
Estuve dentro del edificio como dos horas
Despues de las cuales me dirigi hasta la caseta del velador
¨Tu no tienes miedo verdad?¨ me pregunto
¨No¨ le conteste tajante
¨Entonces no vas a ver nada, solo las personas miedosas ven cosas¨ me aseguro

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Sixth Sense

¨Do you know what?, I have a sixth sense¨ she said misteriously.

¨I didn´t know that¨ I exclaimed.

¨well, I can sense when someone wants to do harm or when the situation starts to become threatening¨ she affirmed.

¨Once¨she continued

´I was walking at the park, when the mood in the ambient started to change; suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge tree branch fell down ¿ from a tree and darted right on where I was standing. If I had not raised my right arm on time, it would have broken my face. That is how I got this scar on my right arm¨ she concluded.

We were about to enter the museum at the monastery that we were visiting that day and where they had mummies, monk statues and other stuff. We first visited the chamber where the mumies were; there were four of them; two adults and two children.

From there, we passed to the chamber of the monks, where we noticed two of them; one on the chamber´s corner and the other on the oposite side. This was the precise moment when, she began to breath hesitantly.

¨What´s wrong?¨ I asked.

¨The monks¨ she replied.

¨Don´t you feel something? ¨ She inquired.

¨No¨ I replied.

¨Let´s get out of here¨she said terrified.

Once, out of the museum, she explained;

¨One of the monks was watching us. I felt as if it wanted to do us some harm¨

Her apprehension stopped once we left the museum, and things went back to normal for the rest of the day.

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