We were on the road, it was too late. Thank God that my parents did not take, because if they did we would be in a ravine circling the car. My mother was in the back seat with my brothers, so I was in the passenger seat, with my father. The road had too many curves and I was too afraid, that was certain. Exactly all passing through one of the many corners they had.
I saw a girl about my age, wearing a long dress to toe. His black hair hung in front of his face, without showing his face. He'd seen a million times in my dreams, but never was scary, because I never saw my front.
Take the wheel quickly, forcing my father dodge the girl, who for some reason they did not see. The car collided with a hill, a blow made me saw the eyes for several minutes. I had heard the cries of my mother and sister before closing his eyes. When I opened I saw only blood and more blood. All were unconscious ... or dead, I did not know. Tears came out of my eyes and I did nothing to prevent it, I had caused. All for someone who did not exist. I got out of the car quickly, take the pulse of my father ... he was dead. Everyone was, except the girl who saw and, unless she was also dead.
A little further was the body of my mother ran to her, but she was also dead. Look for the girl with fear, she lifted her head slowly eh made an attempt to smile.
Your ... Your lips are cocidos.- cry crying, I was afraid, everything that was around me was blood and bodies of my family. It was unfortunate for anyone and also a terrified moment. My hip hurt too, had a piece of metal buried, and though the wound was large, it did not hurt so much.
"Follow me, you're mine." Listen in my head, it was impossible for her to speak, I had cooked lips! His eyes turned white for a moment and quickly approached me to see that I did not want to approach. His hands touched my shoulders and shaking, my energy is going down each time more, she took away the same energy as he did in my dreams. "Let yourself go, I'll look after" a Machiavellian as voice rang in my head. I could not stand it, my eyes closed just listening to my conscience was an evil laugh. She forced me, in one way or another to close his eyes.
Since that day we all call me crazy. He was not in prison because the judge was a believer of ghosts and spirits. I told her everything had happened, omitting details. But I was not so lucky, she was locked in a madhouse, that's why they called me crazy, to see things others do not. Since that day, she visited me every day to frighten me and remind me of the accident that she and I we cause, because it was, it frightened me and I swerved the car, we were both at fault, but it was I who carried the guilt, above awe and fear. And I could not do anything, because she terrified me.
In Inglish.
