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I didn't know what I had to do because I was terrifying. I think that the best thing I could do was not to think what I was going to touch. I didn't dare to watch what I found inside. When I put inside my hand, I felt something liquid and something viscous. Was It a joke? All seemed so real!.

Suddenly, all of us heard a sound. Where did it come from? From the street, from the garden, inside the house? I'm very nervous because it was the worst night in my life and I didn't know if it would be real or a dream.

We were quiet for several minutes. Nobody dared to say something and suddenly, we could another louder sound...

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We couldn’t believe what we were seeing; it was highly improbable that the man and boy were wearing costumes. If they were, they were done perfectly. Their pale faces seemed out of this world. They glared at us with a menacing look, as if they had arisen from the dead.  Suddenly the boy opened the black bag and he guided her hand into it. The smell that wafted about the room became incredibly nauseating, then…

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Then, all of a sudden, a harsh shiver travelled all over my body, while the dreadful events of twenty years ago were being rushed into my head. We were really young, a bunch of teen friends who just wanted to have fun on Halloween.

It all began when we knocked at that damned door…Trick or treat!! Trick or treat!! We shouted over and over again.  On the brink of giving in, two frightening screams were heard coming from the house. Frozen with fear, there were heard again the shouts of terror.

This time, we ran towards the fence, however the gate was locked. The piercing shrieks rumbled in the silence of the night. All of us went to the backyard but, a man and a child stood in our way. The man was pointing a rifle at us and the boy was carrying a spade in his right hand and an black bag in his left hand…

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I wanted to believe it but it was so realistic that it was imposible to be a dream.
My husband was looking at me with a strange look. His eyes were completely swolllen and red.
He was carrying in his right hand a shovel and a black bag in his left hand. Then, I realized what had happend last night......

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The next morning I woke up very tired. I thought it was a terrible nightmare.

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My legs and my voice were shaking and I felt very fearful.
Right now, the most important question was: How could I fix up the barn? I tried to reach an agreement with the old man. I offered him money to fix the barn, but he replied that he didn´t need money, I promised him to leave the barn, but he said he didn´t want to be alone...

Nothing seemed right, he only wanted that I fix the barn so I asked him:
-Why do you need me to fix the barn?
And he answered me:
- It may be the worst day of your life. You´ve always worried about your money, your appearance and you´ve never believed in the spiritual things. For that reason your punishment will be that. If you don´t fulfil your punishment, on this night of Halloween, your husband´ll disappear and I´ll take his soul and then you´ll be alone with your material things and without any spiritual, only my presence.

Suddenly, the old man disappeared while my room´s light constantly turned off and turned on.
After a few minutes, I began to notice a bad smell and when I opened the door... there was a dead animal. I couldn´t believe it! That was a warming!

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...what! Repair it all? Are you kidding? I didn't believe that the owner of that barn was there. I closed my eyes and thought " Don't worry, It's a nightmare... now open your eyes..." then, I opened my eyes and I saw this old and awful man.
He smelt bad, like something rotten. His clothes were ragged and was dirty.
I bore the breathing…
The old man didn’t take his eyes off me.
He insisted:
- You have to repair it!! If you don’t make it, I’ll haunt you all your life. When you are sleeping, I’ll be there. When you wake up, I’ll be there. In your car, in your kitchen, in your office, I’ll be there…
-Stop! - I shouted – At this moment I only could think about the Jackson’s Five’s song. I started to hum the song.
The old man looked through the window and said:
- It’s going to rain…silence please…
I outlined a smile… I saw the black clouds and I stopped to sing the song.
The old man told me again I have to repair his barn, but I never hadworked, I was rich, I didn't need to work because I had of all: money, a huge house, a huge yacht…

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-Why... why yo don't answer me? - I asked with a thin voice - I was scared to the bone.
He only began to walk forward in some strange way that made me feel more perplexed. What could I do in this moment? Everybody would said to follow that thing- because I started to belive that wasn't my husband- but all of this were such a nonsense. Suddenly I began to feel the ambience cooler, and cooler, almost freezing. I still couldn't move but... I had the strange sensation to not be alone.

-Heeeeeeeeellooooooooooo........- said a very deep voice.
-Who... who are you?? Why are you doing this to me??- I said almost furious and looking foward to end this torture.
-I am... the next and the past of all your souls' remains.
-What do you mean with 'remains'? I'm a good person!!!
-NOOO!!!!- shouted sudenly that powerful voice- You know better than anyone else that is not true!!
-Please... I don't know what are you talking about!! - I said with tears in my red eyes.
-It was twenty years ago, in that barn that you loved so much... So many childs loved that place... AND YOU RUINED IT!!!
-It... was an accident, I  swear!!!
-DON'T DEAR TO LIE ME!!!!!! - all the house moved vigorously like in an earthquake - I'M THE OWNER OF THAT BARN!!!!
- And... what will you do with me?? - I asked with all the fear I could take in my body.
-To repair it all...

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Later on, I had a look around me, but there was nobody outside. I felt a little bit upset about my thoughts. I told myself: "calm down, make up your mind. this is only your imagination".
When I set my mind and I was firmly determined to find the key... Unbelievable! The door was opened. I got into my house again, I had a cup of tea in the kitchen and I went upstairs to sleep.
However, when I was at my bedroom´s door, I heard a familiar voice whispering my name again, coming from my back, I was disturbed, that sound another time. When I turned around to see who was calling me I realized that it was my husband.
Afterwards I tried to answer him but I could not talk. I felt as a I was deeply trapped in the same nightmare, my body was very heavy, I could not move my arms, either my legs and my husband could not see me. I felt as I was condemned to stay in that terrible torment...

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... It was my husband`s voice whispering my name.
"Darling, darling, are you ok? Please return to bed, It's only a bad dream ..."
I couldn't remember nothing. I was sweating and tembling with fear.
I went to the kitchen to drink some water and to the bathroom to refresh my face finally I went back to bed.

My husband was snoring again and the sound of the church's bells indicated me that it was three o'clock. I needed to sleep, the next day I had to wake up at half past six. I dind't know if it was going to be possible but I would try it ...

I was in a nightmate again... Suddenly a noisy squeak of the old door in the kitchen made me to get up and went limping to close it. First of all, I had a look to the backyard. It was as calm as always, or not? ... When I was going to lock the door I didn't find the key ...

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Suddenly,  I woke up at midnight. I was very confused because my vivid dream made me feel anguish. The window of my room was not perfectly closed so a horrifying whistling an icy breeze sneaks out it stroking my face in the darkness which it made me feel very scared. The atmosphere seems to be like in my nightmare.

Finally, I decided to get out  bed to close the window when I realized that some blood was falling from my nose to my feet _ God! At that moment...I couldn't look my knee, but I felt how if I had also a pain in it...like in my dream!

After that...I felt a shiver running through my body until I got petrified. I couldn't even move an eyelash while a ghostly voice whispering my name...

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While I was going up the stairs, I realized that I had forgotten to switch on the lights that were on the side of the first step. The house was in dark. That strange feeling, that is a mixture of fear and feel observed that I had noticed since that I was walking on the street,increased greatly inside my house. Unfortunately, I did not realize that in the last step of the stairs someone had left an object that caused me to lose balance and fell forward making me blood in the nose and damage in the knee.
It was midnight. While I was trying to get up, the sound of the bells of the clock of the church, that it was close to my home, began to mingle with the twelve strokes of the cuckoo clock that I had on my dining room , producing one of the most terrifying sounds that I heard ever. I got up as I could and, with plenty of pain, I was approaching  to my room. For years, I was not so scared. It was as if I had returned to my childhood,  when I woke up at midnight and I thought that someone was in my room and was looking at me. Then, the last cuckoo was heard and the fear became panic when I heard  the chirp of the old door of my kitchen very slowly  and a creepy voice completely unknown for me  whispering my name ... .

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The cool night breeze whistled softly, blowing lightly through my hair. The sky was a deep, clear blue and the moonlight reflected on people's windows. I could feel the stars smiling down at me. After the stifling heat of the day, I felt relieved. I was looking forward to going home. Yet, deep in my gut, I knew something was not right. Something was nagging at me but I choose to ignore it. This was my first mistake.

I groped around hopelessly in my bag for the key, and twisted it in the lock. Once, twice... but the door stubbornly remained firmly shut. The metal felt cold and hard against my skin. Exasperated, I twisted the key a final time and the wooden door creaked open gently and I let myself in. As usual, I dumped my bag in the hallway, and ran straight upstairs. But nothing was ever, going to be 'as usual' again. (from Essayforum)