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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.