The Curse of Northwest


Man, the truth is I would have preferred a better story, but the truth is to find something in the city and so close to the work was difficult and expensive, and so Mary was content with that little house of just 50 square meters and more years the Panama Canal.

Anyway, just wanted to sleep and little more, because his day started at eight and ended about ten.

We all know that there is always the old buildings with old plumbing noises, aged walls, etc. If estornudabas, two houses beyond heard the sneeze, and if you pulled the chain, everyone was informed. But hey, he was not going to happen, because in a few months and could be changed to something better.



Mary went like every morning from home but this time he met a middle-aged man on the stairs. I said good morning, but the man continued down without even looking at it. Days later, the same thing happen again with a woman. Mary thought she had gone to live while building all over the place.

They followed the weeks and such living situations but with different people. But one morning turned out as usual, but felt as if someone empujase downstairs. He was knocked unconscious and when he awoke he was stoned to death between two walls. I could not scream, and just trying to get help with small bumps in a pipe at his side. One day, new neighbors stayed in their old house, and suddenly found himself down the stairs without power or speak to ... now it was her turn.

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