Many years ago, in a village of wealthy people lived a man and a woman with their

young daughter in a large house in the center of the place; They were recognized for
their humility despite their economy. The father worked until very late in the central
bank, the woman was a housewife and her maid accompanied her daughter to school
daily, yet they spent time with her little girl and were happy together.

Every day her daughter returned alone at home, but that day she did not return as
usually, so her parents started to be very scared; everyone was asked about where the
girl could be but nobody had seen her so far. At midnight, they found her dead in a
wasteland very close to the house; she had been dismembered and put in a bag.
Despite they found the victim, they did not find the person who did such a crazy thing

In the following weeks the parents were still desperate and hopeless, so much so that
their marriage had gradually broken down. The man decided to travel to another city to
be alone and try to overcome the loss and move on with his life. On the other hand, the
wife went into a long depression, Its mother's pain was too much that she decided to
medicate herself, she began to hear noises in her house since she started to take the
medicine

After a few period of time, the noises became more intense, noises such as cries,
footsteps and screams, she even felt that she was being observed, also she felt that
the doors were whipping, that made her increasingly crazy to the point of not being able
to sleep. The mother said she was her daughter, but the frightened maid told her that it
was impossible since the presence was evil; the mother believed that presence was a
warning from her little girl.

One night she go to sleep, and in her dream, her daughter told her: "When I was getting
home, a shadow caught my attention , and it said my name, the voice was getting
farther away, to the point that I followed her, thinking that it was a friend making me a
joke… ”At that moment the woman woke up scared, all day the mother does not stop
thinking about it. When night came, the mother tried to sleep wishing that her daughter
would tell her who had killed her.

“When I went into the wasteland I realized that I was wrong, when I wanted to return it
was too late, the grassland covered my way back, I saw a shadow approaching and at
that moment I did not know what to do, it began to get dark and I did not see the road
back. After that with my cloudy vision I began to see blood stains, even so I could
distinguish that they were mine. ”

The next day the tired woman, thought about who or what could be the shadow that
killed her daughter, she decided to go out and find out clues. As soon as she left the
house and she approached the wasteland she felt strange, she felt like something
inside the place called her, like a whisper, she wanted to ignore it but every time she
got stronger, almost overflowing with fear she went running to her house , where she
found an envelope with her written name, it contained a necklace that she had given
her daughter and a letter that said: "Today you went to look for me, and when I called
you didn't come, what do you think if we talk now?"

The mother looked around the house but she didn´t find anything, when she
reached her daughter's room the noises appear again, the curtains moved just
like the doors, dark laughter was heard - as if her daughter's laughter was
distorted - in the hallways looked like someone or something was running at full
speed. She went to her room in search of her pills to calm things down but
nothing, nothing managed to make the memories, laughter, steps or movements
of her children disappear, she was about to have a nervous breakdown when
she heard soft knocks at the door. He ran to the door and being in front of it did
not know what to do.

Her eyes full of tears and with despair in her body, were interrupted by the
blows that did not cease the force with which they were plastered against the
door, she felt it as heart sticks. She asked who was the one on the other side,
and suddenly there was a deep silence, so she opened the door ...

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK, IF I TELL YOU THAT THAT LAND IS THIS SAME
PLACE, and that there are still noises? Many of us here are witnesses of it ...