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The hooded men wanted TO remove TAKE the money from Frank.

Monica and her lover were fans of the game VERY KEEN ON GAMBLING and made a lot of money in the casino. Monica kept that money so she could marry Frank.

The hooded GUYS were two friends of the mistress of Monica OF MONICA'S LOVER'S FRIENDS and they knew that she had a significant amount of money, for this reason, they wanted to steal the money to FROM Frank.

Elisabeth and Clarissa were very worried that Frank would not answer their calls, so they called the police. When the police went to Frank's house with Elisabeth and Clarissa, they found the two hooded men pointing Frank in the head with a gun.

They were arrested by the police and finally Frank found all the money hidden in a safe that he did not know existed.

BEATRIZ  RAMÍREZ  OLIVARES

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That man whose face was covered with strange spots was the spy.
In fact, he was Monica's lover. He kidnapped Frank for two days in the basement of his cottage.

Frank didn't know that Monica had a lover, he was very ABSOLUTELY amazed. He couldn´t believe it.

One day later two hooded men threatened Frank with a gun to Frank. They wanted to recover a significant amount of money that Monica had won with her lover.

They thought Frank knew where the money was hidden. Frank was very confused, Did Monica really have a lover? Who were those men? Was it a settlemen of accounts? What was happening?...

Aurora Romero Cuerva

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The situation was really disturbing. He was alone, but he could feel that someone WAS WATCHING watched him. He looked around and he made a decision. It was time to know the truth.
He knew that if he went out and walked down the street, that person would follow him and finally, he discovered WOULD DISCOVER his face. He was terrified, but he had any NO choice.
With trembling legs, he walked towards the door. He walked some metres and effectively, he noticed someone walking behind him. He ran and hid in the corner to discover the man's face.
He was a tall and thin man. Their ages would be similar. He stared AT his face and he discovered them. Most of his face was covered by strange spots.

Cristina Oliver Avilés

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While She was talking to me, questions kept ringing in my head: Why had anyone killed Monica? Why would anyone want to kill Elizabeth and me?

Every step I took given me more pressure and nerves. I needed to calm myself down and find a coherent relationship in what HAD happened, but that created me more confusion.

I needed to analyze the strange things that had happened in my life since that Mónica died.

Why did Clarissa appear in my life and offer to helped me? Who was Elizabeth? A feeling told me that they had sometHing in common.

I couldn´t trust anyone. I was going to come up with a plan but neither of them would be part of it. I was simulated drinking PRETENDED TO BE DRUNK until I losT control. Now I would see where IT took me it...

Ana Belen Sanchez Alberca.

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Elisabeth looked really worried and lost. She seemed to be looking for someone. When Frank saw her, he raised his arm, then she walked towards him and sat down.
- Frank, we should not be here, they could see us, they could know it -Elisabeth said
- Who? -asked Frank looking to AT Elisabeth incredulously-.
- Frank I came because I needed to see you and talk with you.
- Please, tell me what´s happening
- I need to tell you something
Then Elisabeth approached Frank and whispered:
- Monica didn´t die in an accident...she was killed. I have my suspicions. That day, a few hours before the accident, she told me that someone was looking out and following STALKING her. She looked to be afraid.
- But who could have killed her? and why?
- She found a microphone under the dining room table and she was sure that her phone had been tapped. Someone has been spying her and I´m sure that this person could be spying on us as well.
- No, it can´t be possible. You are paranoid. There is none who knows our secret.
- That´s exactly what I though of Elisabeth when she told me that someone was spying her. Honestly, I don´t know what´s happening but I´d like to find it out. That´s why I am here, I need your help.
- Ok, I´ll help you. Have you thought of any plan?...

Dulce

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Maybe... Everything HAD passed by chance, say SAID Clarissa this morning, you're having a bad time. But, who was Elizabeth? HE Asked himself. He had a paper napkin and a phone number, he needed to know the truth. He had to adventure.
When he left Clarissa's office, he rang to that number once again:

-Hello? A shy voice answered this time.
-Elisabeth? It's IS IT you?
-Yes, who are you?
-I'm Monica's boyfriend, you remember me? We were talking last week, in The Rune pub, I need to talk with you.
-Sorry, I can't speak by phone. See you that night TONIGHT in The Rune pub.
AnD the call was cut.

He couldn't believe it. They are WERE THEY both in danger? What was happening? Then, he decided to keep silence and say nothing to Clarissa, he didn't want to scare her.

At 9 o'clock he was there, and 10 minutes later, Elizabeth came in the THROUGH door. It was her, and at this moment, he started to remember that night...

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He rang insistently to that number phone PHONE NUMBER, but nobody answered the call. He could remember that all was unreal. All happened after he drank a lot of gins. Clarissa helped him to remember that Monica HAD died two weekS before and he couldn't forget her. The past memories were in the present and they were driving him crazy. It was hard to forget Monica's death and how tragic it was. Everything was related to his past, he had to find IT out it... Who was Elizabeth? What was happening?

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The following day, in Clarissa's office, Frank could remember some things with great effort and the help of Clarissa.

He wasn't able to remember the name of the mysterious girl that he had never seen until that night, but he remembered she said to him that, in her childhood, she had been Monica's best friend.

They hadn't been in touch for 10 years, but the girl was very depressed since reading in the local newspaper, that Mónica had died in a car crash caused by a tire in a poor condition.

Frank was thinking, again and again, about those mysteryous girl's words when, suddenly, he remembered that she had written something on a paper napkin and handed it TO him. Desperately, Frank looked for that napkin in his wallet and finally found it.

On the napkin was written a phone number next to a name "Elizabeth" and a disturbing sentence: "Please call me, before Friday. We are both in danger".

Immediately, Frank took his phone, determined to dial Elizabeth's number......

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He had a lot of work, so he was working late. When he was switching
off his computer, the telephone rang.
-Hi, how are you?
-Hi, Clarissa. I don´t feel well. I have been wondering  what happened last night. I need to go back to the Rune and try to remember anything ¡¡¡
-I´ve just finished so I can go with you to that place, if you want.
- Ohh¡¡¡ I thank you .I appreciate it a lot
Thirty minutes later, Mick picked HER up her.
The Rune is my favourite pub , where I truly feel at home because the atmosphere is lively and cosy . Moreover, the service is very friendly . When I went into the pub I had to sit because I felt dizzy.We ordered a glass of wine and we were speaking with a waiter, who is called Frank. He usually prepares the best gin-tonics and he always talks to me. Frank told us that I spoke with a woman who seemed to be extremely  burdened or maybe she was confused , he didn´t know. Who would that woman be ?
(María José Muñoz

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It had been a long hard weekend for him, he didn’t believe what had happened it.

Monday in the morning, he has to go to the office for working TO WORK/ FOR WORK. He had a lot of doubts and a lot of questions, he didn't fell FEEL very well, he was trying to remember what HAD happeNed.
It was already lunchtime, he decided TO call Francisco again, Francisco told him the same. He continues without answers, he said “maybe the Monica’s died DEATH HAS affectED me, perhaps I’m confuseD, I’m not the same”.  He decided TO tell it to a psychologic PSYCHOLOGIST friend named Clarissa, later Clarissa explainED TO him that IT could be an Amnesia causeD BY for a blow or an accident.  Clarissa recommend him TO go to her consult CLINIC...

Massiel Rodriguez.

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Then, he woke up and realized he was in a bad dream, but it was so real...
He was already in his bed with his yesterday's clothes STILL on. He smelT that terrible odor again and the feeling that it hadn't BEEN a bad dream came back... He got up from his bed and noticed the bad headache, but he rememberED he hadn't drunk so much the night before. He went to the bathroom and took a shower.
Twenty minutes later, he had HIS best look and phoned to his friend Francesco. The night before they were having dinner together and later they were in The Rune, their friends' pub, having THE LAST DRINK.
- Hi Francesco! How are you?
- Hi! Where did you stay tonight LAST NIGHT?
- What...? I was having dinner and a cup DRINK with you!
- Yes, but you were to the toilet and you didn't come back. I had to drink your cup for you... jejeje!
- Didn't I come back? and... How the hell did I get home last night? - He wondered.

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It was eleven o'clock at night when the phone rang. The drilling sound made him start and open his eyes while a shiver ran across his back as he raised his head to lay it on the bed where it should have been placed. His neck cracked a few times before he realised where that sound came from.

He rushed to the sofa to shut up that awful noise, when a stink arrived at his nose, just in time to prevent him from treading on the pool where he had thrown up before falling asleep.

The blinking text on the screen showed a number longer than usual. Too late for a spam call, he thought. With trembling hands and grateful for the inability of phones to send smells, pushed the green button.

- Hi, it's Mónica! Hope you're not too drunk, 'cos I've a flat tyre, and I desperately need a hand. What else should I be calling such a wretch for? Don't make up excuses and get to my house like greased lightning or you'll be sorry'.

He could hardly stammer 'Ten minutes' before a tone told him the call was over.

Mónica. As demanding as usual. Always with an urgent task and with no time for further explanations. He must have thought it would be her who interrupted his rest, but... the glow of the lamp in the empy bottle on the floor seemed to wave at him. It would be her, as usual, were it not for the fact that Mónica had been buried a week ago, and it should be her who were resting.