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Not too long ago, there was a very poor man named Sebastian who lived in an old abandoned building. One night, after he came home from his evening stroll, he went into the kitchen to have a snack. He most often would make ham and cheese sandwiches since he had nothing else to eat. As he took a bite of his sandwich, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his teeth, he went into the bathroom and looked into a mirror. He loudly screamed. The deafening sound echoed throughout the entire room.

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  • Un día una de mis amigas llevó a la escuela una pequeña y linda cajita musical, por abajo tenía una frase escrita pero estaba muy sucia y solo pude distinguir unas cuantas palabras en inglés “Do you kn”. Lo demás no se podía leer con claridad, un poco después mi amiga abrió la caja y le dio cuerda, empezó a sonar una musiquita en un tono un poco aterrador. Terminando de clases le pedí a mi amiga que si podría prestarme la cajita, cuando escuchó esto de inmediato la puso en mis manos y me dijo: -¡¡T-to-toda tuya!!- Después me dijo algo de una maldición…o eso creo, no le preste atención a lo que decía, estaba realmente maravillada con la pequeña caja.
  • Not too long ago, there was a very poor man named Sebastian who lived in an old abandoned building. One night, after he came home from his evening stroll, he went into the kitchen to have a snack. He most often would make ham and cheese sandwiches since he had nothing else to eat. As he took a bite of his sandwich, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his teeth, he went into the bathroom and looked into a mirror. He loudly screamed. The deafening sound echoed throughout the entire room.
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  • Un día una de mis amigas llevó a la escuela una pequeña y linda cajita musical, por abajo tenía una frase escrita pero estaba muy sucia y solo pude distinguir unas cuantas palabras en inglés “Do you kn”. Lo demás no se podía leer con claridad, un poco después mi amiga abrió la caja y le dio cuerda, empezó a sonar una musiquita en un tono un poco aterrador. Terminando de clases le pedí a mi amiga que si podría prestarme la cajita, cuando escuchó esto de inmediato la puso en mis manos y me dijo: -¡¡T-to-toda tuya!!- Después me dijo algo de una maldición…o eso creo, no le preste atención a lo que decía, estaba realmente maravillada con la pequeña caja. Camino a mi casa la estaba observando con curiosidad y con gran detalle, al voltear al otro lado de la calle vi un letrero que tenía la imagen de la caja que traía cargando, decía “Si ve esta caja por favor llame a la policía” reaccionando de una manera muy extraña guarde la cajita en mi mochila y camine lo más rápido posible. Cuando llegue a mi casa lo primero que hice fue tirar mi mochila en el sofá y subir a mi cuarto, ni siquiera salude a mi madre como era de costumbre; cuando llegué a mi habitación abrí un cajón de mi ropero y saqué un viejo trapo, con el limpie por dentro y por fuera. Cuando terminé de limpiar la caja pude leer lo que había por abajo. Cuando lo leí decía: “Do you know to be save?” Me pareció un poco extraño, creo que significa algo de salvarse o no lo sé soy pésima en inglés así que no le di importancia. En la hora de cenar mi madre y yo nos sentamos en la mesa, pero el ambiente cambió, mi madre no me hablaba y mucho menos me miraba, pasando unos 20 minutos de silencio incomodo fui al baño a lavarme los dientes y a alistarme para poder ir a dormir, cuando termine me cepille el cabello, frente al espejo la silueta de una chica detrás de mí, voltee rápidamente pero no vi nada, de regreso al espejo en el reflejo vi a un joven encantador , me dio un escalofrío en todo mi ser, salí corriendo del baño y caí en el pasillo, luego fui lo más rápido posible al cuarto de mi madre, me pregunto que me sucedía, a lo que le respondí que solo iba a despedirme de ella para ir a dormir, le di un beso en la mejilla y me fui a dormir. Al dar las 6:00 am me desperté y note que mi madre no estaba, no me importo tanto, pero si se hizo raro, ya que mi madre se va después de que yo me voy a la escuela. Me prepare y me largué de mi casa directo al colegio, al caminar me distraje ya que sentía que alguien me seguía caminando un poco más choque con un chico muy parecido al del reflejo de mi espejo… me sonrió de una manera macabra y me fui lo más rápido que pude, a muchas chicas les hubiera encantado estar en mi lugar, pero no me importó, no me importó en lo más mínimo… Me dirigí hacia mis clases y todo era como blah, blah, blah… Cuando terminó mi horario escolar volví a casa y noté que mi madre no había llegado aún. Era extraño, ella llega siempre antes que yo, por el motivo de que siempre llego a las 11:30 pm a mi hogar; estaba muy preocupada, así que decidí comer algo y dormir en el sofá para esperar la llegada de mi madre, a media noche desperté y me di cuenta que la luz se había ido, no lo pensé dos veces y encendí una vela, me senté en el sofá y me quede pensando en que le habría pasado a mi madre . Más tarde como a la 1:00am escuche la música de la cajita musical, estaba muy asustada, reaccione y tome con lentitud la vela, la mano me temblaba… subí a la planta alta y me fui directamente a mi habitación al cajón donde solía guardar la caja pero no estaba ahí, solo estaba en viejo trapo con la que solía limpiarla… era muy inusual. Seguí la canción hasta que se detuvo y di con la habitación de mi madre, logre distinguir a una persona, era ella…mi madre, sosteniendo la caja… la llame y me miro con unos ojos que no se pueden olvidar, la abracé pero me empujo, me dijo con una voz y una sonrisa muy oscura “sálvame”, estaba tan asustada que no podía ni siquiera gritar, mi respiración comenzó a acelerarse, mi corazón latía mil por segundo y algo en mí se quebró, y dolió… dolió más de lo que uno se pueda imaginar. Camine hacia atrás y me topé con algo, más bien… con alguien, me di la vuelta con mi cuerpo apenas reaccionando, era él… él chico del espejo, casi caí del susto y él se quedó de pie mirándome con su ojo morado, con el cual hizo que me quedara en trance, vi a mi madre caer al mismo tiempo que yo… No sé cuánto tiempo dormí o estuve en trance sin saber que era lo que hacía, desperté atada en una silla con una vista borrosa y solo podía ver a un joven y la silueta de una chica aferrada al brazo del joven. Cuando mi vista volvió por completo solo vi al joven, mi cuerpo tuvo algún desliz y me desmayé. De repente desperté en una habitación de hospital enredada a unos tubos y en algunos respiradores, entro una enfermera con una bandeja llena de cosas raras, tenía: un bisturí, unas pastillas, un vaso con agua, una cuerda, una silla al lado de la cama y una nota que decía “SÁLVATE” D-. Me levanté de la cama, tome mi ropa y me dirigí al baño cuando termine de cambiarme salí del hospital sin que nadie me notara, como si no hubiese pasado nada. Lo único que recuerdo es que después de mirar ese ojo morado, lleno de odio olas de desgracias han llegado hacia mí, mi madre murió de un ataque al corazón, me quedé sin hogar en un incendio… cosas y más cosas… ESA MALDITA CAJA, si no la hubiera conservado podría cumplir todos mis sueños, pero no, en vez de eso estoy tirada en un sótano, protegiéndome de ese joven y de su chica… Aún escucho aquella triste y tenebrosa canción y una voz que me repite una y otra vez “sálvate”, aquella voz que me tortura en cada sueño, en cada pensamiento, me estoy volviendo loca… Una noche vi algo entrar por la ventada de mi frío sótano era él… me dijo que ya que yo no me salvaba “su chica y él” me salvarían de pronto sentí como si algo me atravesaba el pecho caí al piso y antes de cerrar los ojos él joven me dijo su nombre y me repitió la misma frase de la caja musical “DO YOU KNOW TO BE SAVE?” Así que sálvate antes de que alguien más lo haga… Pero… ¿Aún crees que puedes salvarte? By: *Apple* Categoría:Demonios Categoría:Fantasmas Categoría:Música
  • Not too long ago, there was a very poor man named Sebastian who lived in an old abandoned building. One night, after he came home from his evening stroll, he went into the kitchen to have a snack. He most often would make ham and cheese sandwiches since he had nothing else to eat. As he took a bite of his sandwich, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his teeth, he went into the bathroom and looked into a mirror. His hair was a mess, his eyes were blood-shot, his clothes were dirty, there were blood stains on his face and the teeth he had left were horrendously dirty. He looked where the pain came from; a piece of ham was stuck inside his gums where his molars are. Of course if he were smart, he would've pulled the ham out, but instead he took out a syringe needle in one of the drawers that had clear fluid inside, placed it in his gums and slowly injected the fluid. Then he grabbed pliers from the same drawer and began yanking at his tooth. He kept yanking and yanking and yanking until he pulled it right out. A pool of blood ran out of his mouth and drained into the sink. He looked at his tooth with wonder thinking about where he wanted to keep it, but this was nothing new. He placed it in a small tin box with the other lost teeth. Later, he was reading a ghost story at the kitchen table for about two hours. Afterwards, he was beginning to feel tired and wanted to go to bed. He placed the book down and was heading upstairs... Until he heard a quiet tune coming from his basement. He grew curious of what it could be. Pausing, he turned around and went back down the stairs to investigate. He opened the basement door, turned on the flashlight and explored. He could faintly hear the music, but he continued on. It got louder on every step he took, and soon, the sound seemed loud enough for him to be in the same room with it. He stopped. He looked at an old white queen-sized bed which where the music was coming from. He approached, feeling the need to satiate his curiosity. He was getting really nervous. He bent over, quickly pulling back the sheet and looked downward. His eyes widened when he saw a small music box with an open top. He reached over and closed the music box and took it upstairs. He placed on the kitchen table and examined it. He didn't understand what it was doing down in the basement, and more so, why it was open, but he didn't question it. He opened the music box and it was playing 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'. He looked surprised when the song played. It reminded him of how when he was a kid, his mother would always sing this to him as a lullaby, then his small smile slowly turned to a wider grin. Immediately, the music stopped. He lost his grin and started to worry, At first he didn't understand why it wasn't playing anymore and finally he thought that the batteries were dead and began looking for new ones in the kitchen. He looked in every drawer and cabinet until he finally found new ones, but when he looked on the table the music box had mysteriously went missing. He slightly began to panic and started looking for it. As he was looking for the music box, the power suddenly went off. Now he was really frightened. He quickly grabbed a flashlight in one of the drawers and turned it on. Then he heard the music box playing upstairs, and he was nothing short of terrified. He slowly walked upstairs to find the music box, and as he made it to the top steps his flashlight started flickering and turned off. He was banging on the flashlight for it to turn on but gave up, as it didn't seem to be working. When the music started to play in one of the rooms, he swung the door open. As he opened the door the melody suddenly stopped. He looked into the room and there was nothing but pitch black. Then he heard the music again and walked down the hall. Listening carefully, he tracked down the source, but once again, the music stopped as he opened the door, and just like the first room, it was pitch black and there was nothing there. Finally, the music was coming from the room at the end of the hallway. He walked slowly to the room, paying special attention to stay quiet. The floors were creaking with every step he took. As he opened the door, the music didn't stop this time. The room wasn't pitch black, but a stream of moonlight from his window shone on his bed where the music box was sitting and the top was open, just like before. He slowly walked towards his bed and picked up the music box. He felt relieved, lighting a big grin. As the music was playing, he heard the door slam behind him, but he was too scared to turn around. Then he heard footsteps coming towards him. He quickly turned around. The footsteps stopped and no one was there. He looked back at the music box, the footsteps getting louder again. He turned once more, and again the footsteps stopped and no one was there. Again, he looked back at the music box. This time, the footsteps got even louder and closer than ever. Now, the footsteps stopped almost right behind him. Then the music stopped. He became so terrified, he held his breath. He slowly turned his head... But again no one was there. The music quickly turned on, giving him a shock. And he just HAD to look over his shoulder. He loudly screamed. The deafening sound echoed throughout the entire room. A few days later when someone else went into the abandoned building, Sebastian was gone without a trace, aside from a few things filling the cabinets and shelves. However, they did find a music box sitting on his bed, open, and playing a familiar childhood melody... Perhaps they should take it with them?
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