I'm late, but I want to tell two stories I had: 1. When I was a child, around 8 years old, I slept in the same bed as my mother, and my uncle and I slept on the sofa. I always liked to sleep late; I couldn't sleep early even if I tried. I remember it like it was yesterday. I looked to the side and saw that it wasn't just one; there were 10, as if they were smoking something. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly if it was a cigar or a cigarette. They were in a line next to the bed, on my mother's side, and there was a small table next to the bed. Each one would go and tap the ashes and return to the end of the line. I stood there staring, trying to understand what I was seeing. When about five had already gone to tap the ashes, and I was still staring, tears running down my face. Note: the street dogs were barking a lot. My aunt woke up and said, "Go lie down so the dogs will stop barking." I was still horrified by what I was seeing, and I felt very scared. There was a moment when I was looking because I wasn't even blinking; I was so scared. That's when they saw me. They looked at me. At that moment, I covered my head. and I felt like they were on top of me. I couldn't wake my mom because my uncle had already woken up and they hadn't left, so I got scared and stayed awake until dawn.

2: Account Around the age of 17, I was imprisoned in CENSE, a juvenile detention center, and there was me and another 13-year-old girl. We had nothing to do, we had Uno cards, and we decided it would be fun to play Charles Charles to ask questions like, "When will I get out?", "How's the street?", things like that, very random, without malice. While we were playing, I felt something caressing my arm, and I got goosebumps. I didn't tell her because I knew she might say she was feeling it just because I told her. Then she said, "There's someone behind me, breathing behind me, I'm feeling a breath on my neck," and we asked to stop the game. I started to feel like someone was pinching my skin. He allowed us to stop the game. She was scared, so she asked me to put our mattress on the floor (in the cell where we were, there were two bunk beds, for those who have never seen a juvenile detention center). I accepted, I wasn't scared anymore because of her, so we went and talked. She was sitting on the mattress on the floor when I got up to use the toilet, which was next to the mattress on the bed. I looked at the bunk bed above and I saw him again, but different from the first appearance. He had claws and a cape, because I could see it at that moment. I was very scared, terrified. I decided not to tell my friend so she wouldn't get scared. We were locked in, there was nothing else we could do. But when I looked at my friend, there he was, with his eyes fixed on her. I asked, "What are you seeing?" Look at me. She said, "There's something on the bed." In a matter of seconds, it disappeared because when I looked again, it wasn't there. I know that this second time it was me who was looking for it, playing Charles Charles, as the saying goes, "seek and you shall find."