Respuestas
Back then when I was eleven years old, my best friend invited me to his house to have something like a "Boys night" that was basically a pajama party, we ate candy, listened to some music, watched a movie and when we were going to sleep he decided to talk about his past life in a farm with his aunt who was pretty scary, she told him that he was cursed and a witch would haunt him throught his entire lifetime, and the moment he finished telling the history, we heard some crazy horror-movie laugh in the backyard, it was really scary we went there to check for a split second with a baseball bat, I basically just winged the bat around the air with no idea of what was going on and then instantly ran back into my friend room just like he did, we had a hard time trying to sleep but we ended up bragging about how brave we were by beating up a witch and her demon minions last night in college! we were the class heros!
but sadly; the reality is that we were just cowards and liars
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