I have always been a person that has problems falling asleep. Be it nerves, stress, loud noises at night or simply my body refusing to get some rest, I started to take pills since I was quite young. My insomnia has been something so persistent in my life I simply have got used to it. Heck, I even took advantage of it to find a way to clear my mind when I was blocked. What did I do? I just had a walk outside, when no one could bother me. My mother knew this and, despite not agreeing, she allowed me to do so as long as I was careful. However, as I grew up, my interest in lonely places also grew bigger, and thus, I started to head to the oldest or most damaged neighborhoods of my city. Man, the silence was so chilling that I had goosebumps when a tiny noise broke the silence. Still, I smiled wider and walked forward to investigate as far as time let me. Nights were pretty calm I have to say and also not exempt of surprises…
I remember it happened at an abandoned house at the suburbs
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