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Carlos stopped at the end of the hall. The scream was heartbreaking, and he heard it clearly. It had left from one of the doors in that long corridor. But not far from where he was. He stopped and turned his head as if it were rolling on a friction mechanism the way he did and saw nothing.

Except for one detail.

A tongue of light that jutted from the bottom of one of those rusted doors. Crossbow in hand turned around the way back, towards that light. He already imagined what he would find. He was not afraid of any of them or the lady in black.

A few seconds later his boots stepped on the floor with light. And although he felt a tremendous pain in the eye that no longer existed, He knew that it had stopped bleeding and that he would come out of this. But they did not because they would all die of fear. He was not afraid if not delusions and he knew what it was like to see those shadows and those wandering souls.

He was not afraid of the lady in black.

With the crossbow, he pushed the door that squeaked, breaking the silence that now reigned in the corridor. Leah was also hidden on that floor but inside the janitor's house. It was just a much larger and more comfortable space, but it was still part of the corridor of the less sick who could go for a walk holding hands and breathe the aroma of the leaves of the trees. It was at the end of the corridor, in the west wing.

But Carlos did not know that, and now he was watching the lantern light. He knew it was their work; that a LED flashlight could not fail, less doing intermittent. It was not a light bulb. They were fingers that played with the switch. He saw them and raised his eyebrows. On the side of the empty basin, that movement was barely noticeable.

And when the door opened completely, he saw her.

It was contorted in a challenging way to imitate. The arms back and legs at awkward angles. His mouth was a poem. A deep crack is showing tonsils torn off by the scream. His lips were deformed, and his eyes were wide open, they were still shining as if they wanted to see everything.

Fear terrified her, and she had died of panic.

Her heart had been irrigated like his whole body, and now she was on the stretcher, under the lamp of six empty, dark eyes.

Even the hair seemed to have been stiff.

- "I warned you about them," -Carlos said in a whisper and went to get the flashlight.

He needed it.