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Ongoing, First published Jan 02, 2016
The CATAVENTO MAN
--- I remember it was a Saturday, since it was after 20:00 mamae already said it was a boy the time being in bed .... I remember him, I brought a weathervane in the right hand.
In recent times, children began to disappear Woondervile gradually disappeared at the beginning twice a year, then two a month, went up a while disappeared two a week, now go away twice a day. No child has ever been found, the only report we have is from an eyewitness, an elderly man, he lives in the last house on the street of the cemetery, it is also the only home that street, your house is completely closed
Where no one sees any crack of light pierce the windows covered in black ink, people who already saw her silhouette in night of thunderstorms, they say he's afraid of the light. They say until already heard him talk about himself a man of the weathervane. So they are remaining three more children across Woondervile. Cris, Tomy and Ran, I'm Ran. Every city is afraid, our not parents let us go out, not even to see the sunlight, the authorities station patrolling the streets, all the police cars in town are doing our guard in the streets and looking for a suspect. .. All the two police cars in the city. Until yesterday remained five children, and so tomorrow remained one of the ... (Continue)
By. Vilmar Ramos
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