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In this world full of hate, will only come pain.
If your strong enough to step up against it, join me against it. If your not strong enough then I shall give you the releav of death.
This one happend to me.
8 years ago when i was 7 my family decided to a trip to the town of Coro(Note:All of this happend in the country Venezuela in South America. At the time the city of coro was having light probloms, and lights would go off at 12 each night. My mom had the idea to rent the house next to the graveyard I was scared because I was always used to see dead people all around me, but i had to put it up with. Once I enterd the house i became more quiet day by day. My mom got worried cause i woudlnt eat etheir. 1 night I heard my older brother talking with my cusen about a prank he was gonna pull on me. He was gonna pretend to be "El Silbon" which is an urban legend in south america about a man who has a peculiar whistle.
On the third night I woke up cause I had to go to the bathroom, it was raining really hard outside and their was also a lot of thunder. I saw an arm ontop of my body...i felt kinda heavy and numb, with a weird feeling inside. I saw footprints on the wall and cealing but i thought it was my imagiantion going wild. Suddenly i sence soemthing ontop of my body, I couldnt really see it, but it had the shape of an arm, and a normal size one, it felt cold...so i started to panic and turned on the lights, but i saw it was just the toy arm i bought on the way to the town. I was barefooted and puted my feet on the ground to walk. It was really cold...and i felt something liquid, but moshy, I saw a red tone on the floor, it was still dark but i though it was quabulated blood from someone. I got a flashlight, turned it up with my shaking and numb hand, and saw it was just cereal, jelly, and red food colorent. I got mad because i knew it was my older brother doing all this.
On my way out of the door, I started to hear I whistle, I gave a smirk in confidence cause I already though it was my older brother. I saw a shadow down on the bottom of the floor, but it didnt look like a shadow my brother would cast, it was taller, and thiner, and my brother had larg body mass. Even though taking that into consideration I went out. I didnt hear the whistle anymore, but the lights sarted to turn on, off, on ,off...the clock sounded louder for some reason, tick, tack tick tack, and the rain got heavier. Suddenly I saw a figure out on the street through the window about 2 and half meters of my doors. I started to hear the whistle again. I was petrified cause I knew it was not my brother.
The figure got closer towards the window, not walking, just appearing close in sincrony with the shine of the ightning. Suddenly the light went off. I coulnt see anything...but I heard a whistle close to me, inside the house. The house suddenly felt coulder and I coudlnt hear the clock. The lights off...on...off...on I saw the figure getting close to me. I started to pray while scare with my eyes close. But each time i opend them he was just closer, and the whistle was harder, my body became colder, almost felt dead. I kept praying but he just wouldnt go. I went down on my knees, crying, and close my eyes counting. One...t..two...th..t..three.. I opens my eyes but he was just their infront of me. I counted again Four..five...si.six..It didnt work cause he was still their. Then i gave it another try. Se..ven...eight..ni.n.ne..te.te..ten. I opend my eyes, and he was gone, my hands felt numb, and my face was coverd on tears.
Even though he didnt appear again for a while. I still heard his whistle when I was let by myself at home.