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Creepypasta corta- SOMBRAS historia propia.

 Nunca fui un niño normal en todo el sentido de la palabra, soy más lo que los adultos llamaría "especial" No es como si tuviera un poder, es más como un don. Miren, puedo ver el futuro en mi sueños, representado con sobras como en el teatro chino wayang kulit pero, jamás sueño con cosas irrelevantes, sólo con cosas bastante importantes, a nivel de mi comunidad, mi localidad, mi país, y el mundo. Por ejemplo una noche soñé con que un automóvil atropella a una anciana señora, al día siguiente en las noticias, vi que la dueña del supermercado del barrio había sido atropellada por un conductor borracho. Pero, además he usado mi don para salvar algunas vidas. Una noche en la que me había quedado en la casa de mi tía, soñé con un enorme árbol que aplastaba una pequeña cabaña, asustado desperté con sudor frío recorriendo mi frente, rápidamente alerté a mi familia, y salimos de ahí justo para ver cómo un roble aplastaba la casa y la destruía. Pero hoy, hoy soñé con un hombre que entraba a una gran casa con un cuchillo en sus manos, y ahora que estoy despierto escucho a alguien abrir la puerta, y me siento aterrado, ya que no estoy seguro si alertar a mi familia, o dejar entrar al que me otorgó mis poderes para agradecerle el gran favor que me hizo...

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