This is my participation in a contest of the suspense or terror story of the friends of @FUERZAHISPANA, I continue to insist that it is the genre that I like the least and bear in mind that because of you I will have nightmares jijiji

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And this is the story:

One more night, where the night sounds filled the atmosphere and all the neighbors went to their nests. Calm becoming part of that moment where the moon is a nice flashlight to light the shadows.

Veronica was there, like someone struggling to find the lost dream, trying to get a little more bored until her eyes close. He shuffled several options and nothing worked, he still felt alert and somewhat uncomfortable with the solitude of that room.

Veronica broke her instincts to remain bored and forget the intention of falling asleep. He took the cell phone in his hands and decided to respond to the very funny message that his good friend César sent. It was already early in the morning and inadvertently 3am marked the clock, time ends the threshold of the night.

Every sound began to make itself felt, as if the night wanted to speak, whisper in your ear that something could be wrong.

Veronica hears the bathroom door close and a faint breeze brushing her arms. Being the most logical thing that he thought that his mother would have been and that for being so concentrated he had not felt it happen.

He continues completely unprepared by sending the voice messages that have kept him so entertained during the beginning of this night.

She is startled to feel regret the door of the fridge knock. A little tired of being scared by her mother for the second time, she raised her voice to complain and when she did not get an answer she was attentive, somewhat confused by these coincidences.

Decide to tell your friend what happened, another sudden breeze recorded his arm as he recorded the last voice message.

Instinct she refuses to turn, her breathing fast and her heart racing. Nerves invaded every pore of his body and sanity away from his thoughts. He desperately sends voice notes to Caesar, with a somewhat psychotic tone and inconsistent words. He tries to give coherent explanations to the events that she told him, which scientist in analysis of the moment.

When she already felt that calm was returning to her present, Veronica felt that her mother was calling her from the room and confident that she would get comfort by telling her the way there.

Just before you get to the room, watch the light on the nightstand inside go out. Darkness reigns everywhere in the hall. Only a dim moonlight that allowed the silhouette of objects to be seen, at least enough not to fall.

She sighed as she looked at her mother's silhouette between the sheets and entered the room, only one step, when she observes a human figure, darker than the room without light.

Watching as he got out of bed his muscles did not react. Veronica felt a chill in her body that activated her senses and made her aware that the shadow was approaching her.

The dream had its task and Veronica was inadvertently asleep on that sofa, her arms hugging her legs, more seated than like someone sleeping in her bed. A hand on her shoulder wakes her up. Enter through blurred visions of someone who hopes to sleep much more, their senses are again on alert, because no light was on, no sound encouraging tranquility in their amazement.

Sweaty their hands and noticing the cell phone fallen on the floor, far from their reach, they decided to leave the doubts.

She turned and everything she saw chilled his blood. Deep eyes a few inches from her face, a girl's body looking so hard, her features turning into an expression of annoyance.

Veronica's world was fading and everything that looked at the dark mist invading her vision.

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