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In a remote place in Nicaragua, an eccentric farmer decided to rest as it was a hot day. He went up the hill in search of a shaddy area where he can take a nap. Eventually, he found a tree with large branches and decided to rest there. Suddenly an amorphous figure appeared and lunged at him. He reacted by punching thin air. It vanished. Came back. Gone. Reappeared. Evaporated in to nothingness. The farmer cursed loudly and felt extremely feverish after that mysterious encounter. He recited an ancient prayer and closed his slit eyes.

Demons, Ghouls, Witches, The Paranormal
Crazy thoughts beginning to rise higher and higher..
Elevating into sheer adrenalin.
Heart pounding his chest.
He fainted
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The farmer woke up. Drenched in hot perspiration. Realized what had happened. Wondered where he was. He wept silently, teardrops cold as the stale air of death. An old lady appeared and a sense of calm swept the farmer. " Why are you crying young man?" the lady asked with a tone that sounded hoarse. "I don't know where I am, why I'm here and who the hell are you?"
replied the farmer. "I'm Helada." And with that she just walked away. He shivered like a desperate animal, unable to break free, trap in the jaws of merciless miscreants. He got up, tried to walk as his feet were numb from possibly an insect bite. Suddenly, he felt the ground open up and swallowing him whole. Into nothingness.....
Dark, cold, destined for destruction for a world full with choas and blood wars.