March 13 of 2005
It had been a nice day, we had a nice trip to Chile, went to Viña del Mar. We
could barely understand what people said, since it was South America. What I learned
from South America is that they aren't really into learning English (weird), so I kept
walking to the beach.
"MOM! DAD! Check this out! I am making a sand castle, isn't it awesome?" A kid said
to his parents.
"Son, you're always so creative, I love that, I'm gonna build one next to you, and it's
gonna look better" the mother said while laughing. The father sat next to the mother to
watch them build a nice sand castle together.
"Weren't you guys competing? Now it's teamwork? I can't even make a sand ball," the
father said while scratching his head.
"Dad don't be so lame, join me and mom, we will teach you how to build and nice sand
castle, just don't let the water hit your castle, use distance" the kid said to his father with a
big smile on his face. The father laughed and joined the child and his mother to build a
sand castle. A few hours went by, and the family walked to a hotel that they were staying
at, sixteen floors perhaps, but it was nice and fancy.
The family got into their room, dressed off and the child watched some TV before going
to sleep. It was approximately 3 am, when things got weird, the boy heard something hit
the walls, but he tried to ignore it, but it became insistent and as such so hard to ignore.
The knocks were harder every single time, the boy woke up and sat on his bed and looked
at his parents.
"Mom, dad" whispered the boy as he looked towards the source of those knocks; he was
getting a little scared.
"Mom, dad, wake up" the boy kept whispering, but louder this time. He looked at where
he heard the sounds, but there was nothing there, only silence.
The boy scratched his head, and went to the bathroom,
"I must be dreaming," he said to himself as he kept walking. Once he got in the bathroom
he closed the door behind him and headed to the sink to wash his face
" I'm thirsty..." he looked back and there was it again.
"D-dad I just came to wash my face, I was having a bad dream" the child responded, but
it was starting again, his bad dream.
As the child walked to open the door, he heard a knock once again.
"Dad, stop it, it's not funny it's very late to scare somebody" the child responded again.
Second knock, was louder than the previous, the child took a few steps back and started
to shake a bit.
"This is not funny..." the child said as the third knock, sounded like if somebody was
pushing the door and the boy was scared. The child entered the tub, and stood there the
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