what he observed was a disturbed face for a long period of time, because my extremities refused to respond, it seemed like a stake well driven into the ground; his hands weighed tons, he couldn't even move a single finger to draw the curtain, he was aesthetic. He was just standing there, watching as he watched him. his insane look fixed on his eyes, he could swear that he smiled with great pleasure and excitement at causing me so much fear, the fear was reflected in his look full of distrust and suspicion. In a petrified state, he quickly became invertebrate, he couldn't manage to hold his body up when an unknown hand landed on his shoulder.
Carlos
If I hadn't then listened to my wife's voice and understood that it is her, I can assure you that my existence would have ended there. The days after, I refused to have the light off, I pretended to read until she fell asleep, but in reality I was scared to death, I didn't want to sleep, every time I closed my eyes, there was that disgusting face, in each blink it closer to him, he could feel his hands on him... in the mornings a fetid smell was perceived in the room, traces of dust dirty the sheets and his wrists had scrapes, scratches on his back with bites on some parts of his body.. ....
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