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Not wiste to continue forward, my instinct told me i didn't to go up, but my feet were covering for if alone. Come atthe edge of the room and i hear my name again that every time sentia plus near my... When it turns the handle to open the door, It would not be had, but my name again after this room. I went out running towards the door of the street to asking for help, suddenly before yegar to going out I listen to a blow, Get up, It had been a nightmare.

By: Esperanza Perez Pineda y Laura Cordoba Montero