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I was already very tired, I just wanted to rest. I had already cleaned the whole house and even taken out the trash. Since I did everything in record time, I even had time to cook for my husband. Suddenly, I heard the car arrive and I knew he was home. When I saw him walk in, I ran to hug him and cover his face with kisses, but he avoided me and asked why I looked dirty and messy. I told him it was because I had been deep cleaning the house. While I was telling him that, I guided him to the table since the food was ready. He asked about our daughter, and I replied that she was in the kitchen. Then I went to serve him his food. I cut him a piece of meat and served the potatoes. When I handed him the plate, he screamed and dropped it. That’s when he realized where exactly in the kitchen our daughter was.

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In a small town with noise everywhere, on Christmas Eve, I spent it alone as I did every year since my parents died in an accident and I had no siblings. My stomach hurt a lot. I had drunk some coffee and sat on the couch with the television on, which kept me awake. Just then, a news report came on saying to be careful and stay inside our homes because a maniacal serial killer in disguise had escaped from the psychiatric hospital. They didn't know exactly what he was wearing. At first, I didn't think much of it, since I thought my house was safe. How wrong I was. A while passed until the whole street was silent, and I had fallen asleep with the television on and my whole house dark. I heard a very loud noise in the kitchen and jumped up, startled. I went to see what it was, my fists clenched. I saw a huge silhouette. It was Santa Claus. I don't know what shocked me more: knowing that Santa doesn't exist or that I live next door to him. psychiatric

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The Ticket.

Grandpa stopped speaking three years ago. Since the accident, he only looks out the window of the nursing home. Every Tuesday, I go to see him. I read him the newspaper, even though I know he can't hear me, or so I thought.

Today I arrived and the nurse handed me a crumpled piece of paper. "He wrote it this morning," she said. It was a bus ticket, one of those old ones. On the back, in shaky handwriting, it said: Line 210, stop for High School 1962. I froze.

That was the day he and Grandma met. He always said he saw her get off the 210 and knew it was her. I looked at him. But this time he didn't smile, he just pointed to the window, impatiently. I looked out and on the corner, stopped in front of the nursing home, was an old bus from line 210. The doors opened by themselves. Grandpa stood up for the first time in three years.

"It's not for me," he whispered, his voice rusty. "It's for you. She's waiting for you." When I turned around, the seat was empty. The bus was gone; only the ticket remained in my hand, but now it read: 1962 - 2026.

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Camilo was a quiet young man. Every Thursday afternoon, he went to the park to walk his puppy, Kay. One Thursday, as usual, Camilo took Kay to the park, where he spent hours playing with other dogs. At one point, he realized Kay was gone and searched desperately. He walked all over the park until he reached a part he swore he'd never seen before. Kay, a sweet, playful, and very friendly copper-colored Terrier, had been Camilo's best friend and only family. Between shouts and tears, he called his name, but Kay didn't appear. Finally, he reached a spot a little out of the sun, where there was a large, thorny bush. At that moment, he saw some small red spots. They were fresh. Camilo, filled with fear, continued on, and there he found him. Kay was lying on the floor with a wound in his chest. Camilo ran to Kay, but when he arrived, he realized he wasn't breathing. Camilo began to cry, and a tear fell on Kay's nose. At that moment, he suddenly lifted his head and said, "YOU DID THIS."

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David was a distrustful young man, marked by a life full of mistakes and bad experiences. Accustomed to not getting attached to anyone, he attended a party without imagining that he would meet the person who would completely change the way he felt. Among all the people appeared Lizeth, a girl who stood out for her beauty and unique personality. From the first moment, he felt something different, nerves and emotions he had never experienced before. Although he thought that a princess like her would never notice someone like him, he mustered the courage to approach her. He was so nervous that he could only ask the time. She replied "11:11" with a laugh, commenting that perhaps he was a sign from destiny. From that moment, there was a special connection. Lizeth said that she went to the party looking for her cousin, and David decided to go with her. After that night, they began to see each other constantly, sharing moments that made David want to leave his dark past behind to build a life with her. Later, they arranged to meet in a plaza to go out to eat. Upon arriving, David had a strong feeling that something bad was going to happen. Even so, Lizeth was eager to see him because she wanted to confess something important. Before they could meet, two people connected to David's past shot Lizeth in revenge. Desperate, he ran to embrace her as she, with what little strength she had left, confessed her love and insisted that he wasn't to blame. Finally, Lizeth took his face in her hands and kissed him, and through tears, he watched as her body faded away, finally passing away on November 11th. Because of his past mistakes.

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He prepared dinner with almost obsessive care, as if every small gesture had to be exact, perfect, flawless. The knife descended precisely onto the wooden cutting board, separating ingredients with clean, silent cuts, while steam from the stew slowly fogged the kitchen windows. The meat simmered in a thick, dark sauce; the potatoes, golden and crispy, released a warm, comforting aroma that made the entire house feel far more welcoming than it truly was.

Outside, the night was damp and cold. The sirens of police cars echoed in the distance, faint at first, then growing steadily closer, shattering the silence with an urgent, relentless sound. But he did not seem worried. He did not even look up when the red and blue lights began to flicker dimly across the windowpanes.

With calm movements, he set the table for two. The silverware was aligned with perfect precision, the wine glasses gleamed beneath the soft glow of the lamp, and the candle burning at the center cast trembling shadows across the tablecloth. Everything looked intimate, elegant… strangely romantic.

He served the meal slowly and gazed at the plate before him with a small, satisfied smile. Then he sighed softly, as though a sudden thought had crossed his mind.

It was a real shame, he thought as he heard the sirens come to a stop outside the house, that his wife would never get the chance to taste the flavor of her own flesh.

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The Mysteries of the Amusement Park

A boy went to an amusement park with his family. He and his brother were standing in line for a roller coaster when, suddenly, the entire park went dark and all the rides stopped. People were screaming and running in a panic. The boy looked beside him and realized his brother had disappeared. Desperate, he searched for his family, but they had vanished too. Everything was shrouded in fog, and an alarm could be heard in the distance. Near the exit, there was a sign that read: "Whoever enters this park will never leave." The boy approached a man at the exit and asked, "Sir, can you help me find my family?" The man looked at him silently and replied, "No one has ever entered this place. This park has been abandoned for years." At that moment, the lights came back on for a few seconds, and the boy saw a figure identical to his brother, sitting alone on a roller coaster.

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Mateo's chair has been empty for two years.

For the first few months, his mother, Elena, still placed Mateo's plate on the table, next to his juice and bread cut the way he liked it. "Just in case," she'd say. People told her it wasn't healthy. But she kept doing it anyway for a year. Today she no longer puts the plate out. But the chair is still there. No one else sits in its place.

Last night, her youngest daughter asked her:

"Mom, why don't we put Mateo's chair away? It takes up space."

Elena remained silent, staring at the back of the chair.

She ran her hand along the wood, as if smoothing her hair.

"It doesn't take up space, honey, it saves it," she finally said.

And she served tea. Four cups. Three people. And a silence that no longer hurts so much, because it has learned to be called absence.

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Laura and her little brother, Mateo, had just moved into their grandmother’s old house. The first night, Mateo came crying into Laura’s room. There’s a man in my closet, he whispered, trembling. Laura, trying to be brave, went to check. The closet was empty. It’s just your imagination, baby, she said, hugging him. Before going back to sleep, Laura noticed the closet door slowly creaking open by itself. She froze for a moment, but convinced herself it was only the wind. Somewhere in the darkness of the room, she thought she heard a quiet laugh. The next morning, Mateo wasn’t in his bed. Laura searched the whole house, calling his name. Finally, she opened her brother’s closet. Inside, in the darkness, she found Mateo sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth. Don’t worry, he said with terrifying calm. The man in the closet said I’m his friend now. And he said you’re next.

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Lucas was in the forest whistling when suddenly he saw a dead body hanging from a tree. He was shocked and quickly tried to help him, but it was too late. Carrying the body to the ground, Lucas saw the face of the body, and he passed out.

He woke up in his bed, traumatized by what had just happened, but no one believed him. He then fell into depression, isolating himself from his friends and family, replaying that scene in his head over and over. It wasn’t a dream; he knew it wasn’t. Why did no one believe him?

He made the decision to end his life. The last thing he heard from the woods before hanging himself was a lonely and peaceful whistle.

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Some time ago, my cousin moved into my house because his had burned down. Our family was very worried, wondering what had caused the fire. For the first few weeks, jumping rope with him helped us forget the fear, as there was no sign of danger.

But one day, while playing in the yard, we found a doll with round eyes and a sewn-up mouth, identical to the one my aunt thought she had lost in the flames. We decided to hide it under my cousin's bed, but that night, the smell of burning made my throat dry. I heard the jump rope outside, even though my cousin was sleeping soundly beside me.

The next morning, under the mattress, the box was open: there were only cold ashes and a red matchbox that wasn't ours. In that moment, I understood that my aunt hadn't lost anything in the fire... the doll never burned; she was the one who started the fire, and now she was in our house, ready to jump again.

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A professional photographer named Gaspar was called, as usual, to cover an event. He accepted immediately, since he would be paid quite well. He arrived at the venue and everything was normal and calm. He began taking pictures, capturing spontaneous moments and the guests’ smiles. However, when he reviewed the photos after the event ended, he noticed something strange. In every photo, there was someone who looked disturbingly familiar to him. As he looked more closely, his surprise turned to horror: his girlfriend was in every single image. The impossible part was that she had passed away two years earlier.

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One afternoon, three friends, Lukas, Juan, and Jose, were watching a movie when they went to make something to eat. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Jose went to answer it, but no one was there. The boys didn't think much of it and continued what they were doing, but someone was already watching them. After a while, the boys got bored and decided to go to a nearby lookout point while Juan and Jose went to get their bikes. Lukas stayed behind and suddenly had a déjà vu. An image flashed through his mind of all his friends dead in a forest. He felt a chill run through his body and looked back, seeing the silhouette of a very large man walk by quickly. He ran to tell his friends, but they didn't believe him and called him crazy. He didn't take it seriously and they went to the lookout point anyway. On the way, they were talking and teasing each other until suddenly they saw We saw three girls walking down the street who looked familiar. We approached them to check if they were who we thought they were, and they were indeed Wouzika, Maribel, and Anais. We went over to greet them and invite them to join us at the lookout point. They said they couldn't because they were just going to get something from one of their houses. The boys continued on their way to the lookout point. When they arrived, Lukas saw the same silhouette he had seen a while ago through the trees. Suddenly, they appeared in a forest with several children, but they hadn't had time to process everything that was happening when a military group appeared, subduing the monster. However, a stray bullet hit Juan...

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Cinthia is an 18-year-old girl who lives in a small town called Oregon. Many strange things happen in that town. One day I was home alone because my parents were going to be working all day. While I was in the kitchen preparing something to eat, I heard a knock at the door. I was surprised because I wasn't expecting anyone, but the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching me consumed me, so I had to go see who it was. When I opened the door, it was a boy. He had a natural appearance, was tall with straight black hair, and was dressed all in black. He looked pale and intimidating. He told me he had come to visit me because he wanted to tell me something important. I asked him what it was, and he replied that they had come to kill me. I said, "What?! Why?!" He said that they needed me up there.

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Melani was a new girl at the university. She sat in the first seat, but no one saw her arrive, something she didn't know why. So she decided to talk to Miranda, but Miranda ignored her. Later, Melani woke up 20 years later, remembering everything that had happened 20 years before. What had happened was that in that same year there was a very famous challenge to talk to the university bullies, but she woke up again 40 years later. What had happened during those years: Melani talked to Miranda, who was one of the bullies, and Miranda ended Melani's life.

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It was 7 in the morning when my parents woke me up to go to my grandfather's house, which was empty because my grandfather had died 3 months ago. When we arrived at his house we heard music and when I opened the door I saw my grandfather preparing breakfast. I turned around to look at my parents and realized that I was completely alone. At that moment I only thought about running away through the middle of the field and while I was running I fell into a big hole and woke up scared in the grave of my grandfather and my parents.

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One day, Sebastian went to the movies with his cousin Andrea on a Friday at the Sambil shopping mall. It was 7:00 PM when they arrived, and the movie started at 7:40 PM. Before going into the theater, Sebastian and Andrea decided to go to the supermarket to buy food and drinks for the movie. While they were finishing their shopping, they bumped into a large stray cat behind them.

But this cat was following them; Sebastian and Andrea were confused because the cat tried to come right up to where they were buying the tickets. Neither of them wanted to stay silent, so they told the cashier.

The cashier listened to the situation and told them that the stray cat had ticks on its body and that its intention was to harm them.

Then Sebastian and Andrea were shocked, but then they went to see the movie normally, but when they came out, they both found the kitten lying in the Sambil hallway with all its ticks on it, and the boys ran away in panic.

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Once upon a time, there was a nine-year-old German boy who moved with his mother and father to the house his grandparents had left them. The house was very old and had been built years after World War II. Everything was normal until one day the boy, being very curious, explored the house and discovered the door to a hidden basement. The boy decided to go down and found some house documents and an old diary. The boy picked up the diary, and suddenly the lights began to flicker on and off. The boy ran upstairs to tell his mother, but she didn't believe him. The boy couldn't sleep for days and kept hearing strange things, until one day his father decided to go down and investigate. He saw the diary and the documents, read them, and was horrified, because he saw that the house was built on land that had once been a Nazi concentration camp, where hundreds of people had been murdered. The father went upstairs to talk to his son, but when he entered the room, his son wasn't there, and there was... A notebook that had drawings of monsters and things that the boy said he saw. He started looking for the boy and couldn't find him, and suddenly he heard something fall in the basement and when he went down he saw his son hanging dead and on the floor was written in blood "go away".

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One night, a student named Fransley left his school late. It was 10 p.m. when he began noticing strange things on his way home. Suddenly, an old man, about seven feet tall, was staring at him from across the street.

Fransley tried to run, but he couldn’t—he stumbled and fell to the ground while the tall figure drew closer. Terrified, he wondered why this was happening to him. The old man seemed to be trying to tell him something.

Finally, he heard it:

"axaxaxaxaxa tung tung sahur"

After hearing those bizarre words, he sprinted as fast as he could, panicking to the point of nearly losing control of himself. He kept running, but it didn’t seem enough…

Suddenly, he woke up. Relief washed over him—until he realized that someone, seven feet tall, was still staring at him.One night, a student named Fransley left his school late. It was 10 p.m. when he began noticing strange things on his way home. Suddenly, an old man, about seven feet tall, was staring at him from across the street.

Fransley tried to run, but he couldn’t—he stumbled and fell to the ground while the tall figure drew closer. Terrified, he wondered why this was happening to him. The old man seemed to be trying to tell him something.

Finally, he heard it:

"axaxaxaxaxa tung tung sahur"

After hearing those bizarre words, he sprinted as fast as he could, panicking to the point of nearly losing control of himself. He kept running, but it didn’t seem enough…

Suddenly, he woke up. Relief washed over him—until he realized that someone, seven feet tall, was still staring at him.

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It was 9:30 AM and my family and I were going to the beach at 9:30 AM. After getting everything ready, we set off for the beach. We were chatting happily the whole way there. Almost as we were arriving, I smelled burning gasoline. After about 10 seconds, the car exploded. I woke up at 10:30 AM because my alarm hadn't gone off, which was strange. Scared by this strange dream, I called my parents, but neither of them answered. After a long time panicking and wondering what had happened to them, an unknown number called me to tell me about the explosion and that no one had survived.

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About five years ago I met a very shy and introverted girl who always wore a choker. Over time we became best friends, but I was always curious to know why she wore that choker. So one night I approached her from behind and untied her choker. Her head fell to the floor in decomposition and vanished into ashes with the icy night breeze.

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Rocio and Danko are a couple who have been together for three years. They had just come from a wake for one of Danko's relatives and went to Danko's house to rest. Five days had passed since Danko's aunt died, and that day was his nephew's birthday. Despite it being a happy day, the family atmosphere was still tense. Rocio felt a weight on her shoulders and didn't know what it was. Amid her bad feeling, what gave her the most energy was seeing her nephew, Danko. She felt she had to take care of him until she went to the kitchen and heard him being very playful. She felt calm to hear him so happy on such a heavy day. She wanted to go play with him and his friends, but she heard him talking to someone, but it wasn't his friends. Then she heard him say, "I miss you, Auntie. Thank you for coming to see me."

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I'm Clara Bella, a former ballet dancer. It was a day like any other. I'd been thinking for a long time about whether or not to do this. I decided to go to the old theater where I danced when I was 17 with my late twin sister. I wanted to dance Swan Lake one last time with the song I debuted with. I entered the theater, put on my shoes with a lot of nostalgia, stood next to the mirror, and a light came on. Hmm, strange. I started the routine and began to spin. When the music started playing, during one of the spins I looked in the mirror and saw myself in a strange way, covered in blood, and my clothes were very worn. I looked at the audience and saw my mother throwing wilted flowers at me. The audience was the same as it had been 17 years ago. I couldn't stop spinning until the lights went out. Everything returned to normal. I looked in the mirror; there was no one there but me. I was scared. There was no one around me. So... who was dancing?

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I recently moved to this house. Since I arrived, the children of the neighbors across the street have shown a lot of interest in my daughter. They're twins with an almost angelic appearance, beautiful, but there was still something that didn't sit right with me. One day, after much insistence, I let her play with them. When I went to look for her after a while, she wasn't there. I searched frantically, but the other neighbors told me that I hadn't arrived with any child and that those children I described had been missing for more than five years. My reason for being had joined them. Was that really the case, or did my little girl never exist?

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Chloe is a nurse starting a night shift at a new hospital, unaware of its dark history. At precisely 3:00 AM, she received an urgent call to room 666. Upon arriving, she found a pale patient covered in wounds and with blood on her head. Chloe sensed something was wrong, but dismissed it and treated her with warmth and kindness. The patient, who had been very quiet, suddenly began to tell her life story, but with great sadness, which Chloe found strange. Finally, the patient said, "What I remember most is how badly I was treated in this hospital before I closed my eyes forever."

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My sister and I were out for a walk at night, trying to get some fresh air. Everything seemed fine until we heard a loud crash, like a vehicle hitting something. We froze at what we saw: a truck had apparently collided with a small car. We ran to the car to see if anyone was hurt, and sure enough, there was an elderly woman inside, perfectly fine despite the car being totaled. I asked her if she was alright, and she asked me to help her call her daughter to come and get her. We agreed, as it seemed perfectly normal, but as soon as we dialed the number, a terrible fog enveloped us. A woman answered, and we told her what had happened. There was a huge silence, and then she said, "Impossible. My mother died more than two years ago."

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Once a week I went to the salon to get my nails done by my manicurist, Tamara. While she was trimming my overgrown nails, she told me about a client she had about three years ago named Karen, who had a lot of mental health issues. One day Tamara waited for her to give her a color gloss, changing her hair from blonde to red. She waited all afternoon, but Karen never showed up. Two days later, Tamara found out that Karen had thrown herself in front of a subway train on her way to the salon. After I finished my manicure, I felt someone watching me, and when I realized it was a woman with a wild look in her eyes and blonde hair...

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It was once upon a time in Doña Julia's house, on a cold winter day, when everyone was asleep, recovering from a long day's work. Suddenly, a loud noise echoed throughout the living room. Everyone got up, confused, and began searching for the source of the noise. Luckily, they found nothing and saw nothing suspicious. They all went back to sleep, and when they woke up the next morning to go about their normal day, they saw nothing unusual. But in the distance, a strange smell was coming from the well. No one paid any attention, but as the days passed, the smell persisted. One of Doña Julia's nephews went to investigate and found his aunt's body. From that April 30th, 1950, she was never the same again.

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Last night I went to a nightclub. Amidst the dancing and laughter, I saw a beautiful woman. I couldn't resist buying her a drink. We danced, and I took her home. It was cold, so I lent her my jacket. She forgot to return it, so the next day I went to look for it. Her mother came out and told me, "My daughter died two years ago." She took me to her grave, and my jacket was there, but the door was open. After that, she ate with me every day, visited me, and slept with me. She also scared away every woman who came near me, but maybe it's just my schizophrenia or the drugs I take that are driving me crazy. Maybe.

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One night I heard my stepmother calling me from the living room. Her voice was the same as always. Half asleep, I went to see her, but the house was empty. This morning my father reminded me that I've been living alone since he killed her. I was paralyzed. I don't know what scared me more: having a murderous father or hearing my dead stepmother's voice echoing through the house. In my desperation, I contacted the police, but they treated me like I was crazy. When I saw my father again, he told me it was all in my head and that I should never have run away from the psychiatrist.

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My birthday finally arrived, and I decided to celebrate with my wife and daughter. We still didn't know exactly what to do or where to go, so I started the car and we left without further ado, improvising as we went. On the way, we saw an advertisement for a movie that was on sale. At first, it didn't catch our attention much, but we saw that it was in 3D, so we went. We bought three tickets, making sure not to forget the drinks and popcorn that my daughter loved so much. We entered the theater, and the movie began with a person in what appeared to be a mental institution. Anyway, the movie ended, the lights went out, and when I looked again, I was in a white room with soft walls, and I longed to be back with my family.

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The classroom light flickered with a sickly rhythm. Next to me sat Manolito, a new boy who never spoke and whose skin had a grayish, almost marble-like tone. The most unsettling thing wasn't his silence, but the polar cold emanating from his desk, freezing even my notebooks. One Tuesday, while the teacher was writing on the board, I dropped my eraser. As I bent down, my heart stopped; Manolito's feet weren't touching the floor, his sneakers were floating above the tile. When I stood up, he looked at me. Under his hood there were no eyes, only two empty sockets oozing a black mist. "Can I borrow a piece of paper?" whispered a voice that echoed inside my skull. I handed him the paper with trembling hands. When class ended, Manolito disappeared. On his desk he left the sheet of paper, which was an exact drawing of my bed with me asleep. At the bottom it said: "I'm visiting you today."

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There was a little nine-year-old boy who needed to go to the mirror in front of his bed to sleep well. He would look at himself for a few minutes and then begin to close his eyes while sitting on the bed. He did this to fall asleep because otherwise he suffered from insomnia.

Eighty years later, he repeated his daily routine. He sat on his bed, and in front of him was his mirror. He looked at himself and began to close his eyes until he fell asleep. But this night was different because he couldn't repeat this process; he never woke up.

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Strawberry started a new job and was bullied. She worked as a bank teller. She was harassed for being friendly and pretty. She was about to jump out of the building when her boss arrived and grabbed her. He asked her what was wrong, and she told him she was being bullied. The boss promised to speak to the girls who were bullying her, but they refused. When he saw the security camera footage, he called them to his office and showed it to them, but they still refused to cooperate. Strawberry was summoned for questioning, and all of them were fired.

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The lights of the night school always flickered, and an electric hum filled the empty hallways. One winter night, Professor Manolo noticed a young man sitting in the last chair of the 4th A classroom. He was wearing a worn denim jacket and frantically writing in a notebook. He wasn't on the student roster, but he seemed so engrossed that the professor didn't want to interrupt him. When the dismissal bell rang, the room emptied in seconds. The professor found a small paper figure on the table: an origami boat folded with a sheet of paper from an old test dated 20 years prior. Intrigued, he consulted the librarian, who replied that she had never seen anything strange or out of the ordinary. Then he left the library, and there was no library or students left. He was lying in an abandoned hospital, and it was never known whether he was real or a ghost wandering about.

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It all started in a school abandoned more than 20 years ago, a place now filled with joy. A rumor circulated about a tragic accident: a boy named Damian fell from the third floor of the J.J.L. Carrera school. It was said that Damian's ghost haunts the school hallways, tormenting anyone who passes by, and that every recess a swing moves on its own. A girl named Lisbeth, a fan of the paranormal, investigated Damian and sought every possible way to communicate with him. One Thursday afternoon, she brought her spirit box and managed to contact him. Damian began to tell her his story, and they started talking every day. They became very good friends, and Damian told her not to be afraid of him, that he didn't torment anyone, he only watched over each of the students at the school.