Terror stories inspired by the hacking
Introduction
If at night you can ride a lament, in San Casimiró the shadow of your memories is painted, if you find yourself pain in the mountains of time, with pleasure hazer I will pray you from your creed. A weekend I set out to travel to visit my grandfather on his farm, a trip he had been planning to get out of the city’s stress and be able to breathe fresh air, since I was a child I liked the place a lot, horseback riding throughThe mountains and the stories that I told me to scare myself, after several hours I finally arrived at the farm, with joy he received me, ate and shared beautiful memories.
After the night I told my grandfather that I wanted to travel the mountains again and in a royal voice he told me no. Son the workers have told me that they have seen the ‘hacking’ remembers the story I told you? With a smile on my face I looked at him and told him with a sarcastic tone, -Viejo, I’m no longer a child, they are children’s stories. But seeing his reaction, I don’t tell him anything else. The next day I told the workers that I would take a horse and take a walk around;While walking he remembered how happy it was being here, he reached a lagoon that gives way to the mountains and without thinking I go to her, little by little I went into the thickness of the forest.
The horse was restless, nervous, as if something scared him? Suddenly a distant noise began, like blows in the wood. Try to listen carefully and they were listened stronger and listened to the horse for fear of being lying down, the galloping immediately undertook and the strongest blows were made, I thought I was a worker who played a joke a joke. Within the thickness a high figure was shown, but I could not distinguish it by distance and shouted him. Hey I saw you, my grandfather sent you to scare me? The figure did not move, I turned my face to see if there was someone else and when I was no longer, it was no longer, frightened I walk back to the farm, but the blows were so close that I was terrified of being able to imagine the stories of this dreary character.
conclusion
Described as a tall man, with a cadavor and eyes like hell flames. I constantly looked back and suddenly I was in front of me, inert I stayed for the presence of frightening creature, with ax in hand he looked at me and lifted it, I knew they were not children’s stories and before hitting his ax I remembered what my grandfather said ‘If you meet the hacking. Finding my eyes lost and from that moment I have not been able to stop hearing that noise in the dark.
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