At three in the morning you went to drink water in the kitchen of your house, but in the middle of that darkness you saw two red eyes, when you turned on the light thinking it was a cat, it was just your sister Maria, she was sitting on the floor with an expression hideous, the floor was stained with blood.

Mom was brutally killed nine years ago. But, I still see her inside, inside my macabre hallucinations. And, on the darkest and most gloomy nights, when only darkness is my companion, I hear her mumble that it was you, brother, who killed her.