I survived (a true story)

Once upon a time there was a happy peaceful land in which I used to live. But good things always come to an end and safety went away when they arrived to town. We all knew they were there living among us. But who cares, everybody thought we were safe if we stayed away from their business. We all lived there pretending that everything was fine and we ignored the fact that they were angry and fighting back. We decided to ignore the news, ignorance is bliss they said, and we all pretended these outbreaks of violence were taking place far away from us, that’s why we stayed. When you see all of these horrible things in the news you don’t think this will happen to you, you think that this only happens to those poor bastards that live in dangerous neighborhoods, or to people who do evil stuff. But we were nothing like them: we lived in a safe place, we were good people, and we stayed out of trouble. How come this happened to us?

As time passed things got more violent, ignoring the news wasn’t enough, people became more scared of their return. They began to vandalize the city, leaving gruesome messages for the citizens like “this is what happens to people who spread gossip” written all over a wall in blood next to the corpse of a tongueless guy. I remember one day seeing a hanged fat man from a bridge with his dick in his mouth, and I wondered what he possibly could have done to end up like that; then I found out a big sign that said “if you fuck my wife I’ll fuck you twice”. They became more and more violent, they even started asking civilians for money to support their cause. And so they did to us, one morning a mysterious note appeared at my mom’s grocery store that said “we invite you to gently contribute to M’s cause every month with the humble amount of the 8% of your profits”. My poor skeptic mother ditched the note and continued to work as if it was a bad joke. Little did she know about the trouble we were getting in.

Of course after that, nothing happened right away. It took them time to make their first move. They started making phone calls, they liked to threaten us but we were strong enough, or stupid enough, to hang up. They would follow us and observe each and every movement we made though we never realized it. They knew everything about us: where we lived, where we studied, where we worked, they knew who we were. Suddenly they began vandalizing my mom’s store, leaving messages on the windows that said “PAY YOUR RENT”. But things got out of control when they kidnapped the store’s clerk. They asked for a pretty huge amount of money, which we did not pay right away so they killed the poor young clerk. Obviously things didn’t stop there, they said they were coming for us and so they did. They tried to burn my home but the walls were strong enough and survived the fire. I guess that made them angry and so the next night these bastards tortured this guy outside my house. It was truly disgusting to hear the things they were doing to him, they had no mercy with him, he was just begging to them to just end his life. From inside my house we could only listen to their claws ripping out the guy’s skin, we couldn’t see their faces, as a matter of fact we never knew how they looked, we only knew their voices, their creepy voices. We couldn’t call the police, we couldn’t ask for help, we could only stay hidden there and cover our ears.

After a few hours the torture stopped, we believe the guy suddenly died or maybe they got bored and left. However our nightmare didn’t stop there. I still remember that day, it was September 15 and something in the air didn’t feel right. My mom went out to the supermarket, we needed food and she said she wouldn’t take a long time. Meanwhile my sister and I stayed home, all alone. We were watching movies upstairs when suddenly we heard a harsh noise downstairs. “Go check” my sister said, and so I did and so I regret. I must accept I was really scared but I had to go and check. I silently entered to the kitchen just to find out there were several of them dressed in black and all armed. This was the first time I saw them, they looked even scarier than in my dreams: the teporingos were fat, fuzzy and had huge black moustaches. When they noticed me I started running back upstairs, they were yelling at me but I was so scared that I couldn’t listen to any word they said. I locked myself upstairs with my sister and my dog, while my sister called for help, I had to push the door to not let them in. I was petrified just to think that they could shoot me from the other side of the door. I would have never guessed how strong the teporingos were, but I was stronger than them. I still don’t know how much time passed by, but between all the yelling and crying I felt as if that moment lasted for hours. Suddenly we listened to gun shots in the garden, I got scared and I let go of the door and as result a teporingo hit me on my head with his stupid heavy shiny gun.

However everything came to an end, the police and the army arrived and we were safe. They couldn’t catch the teporingos, they ran away. Next they we had to pack all of our stuff and run away for our safety, we were still receiving phone calls. Now everything is fine, but I am sure that I will never get out of my head the evil looks of the angry teporingos.

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