#shortstory The trip was planned for some time, it was to a beautiful beach on the shores of the Caribbean Sea.
Upon arrival the magnificent house that had been leased for a month was bigger than it looked, with an old-fashioned style and with huge terraces of wood floors that let the wind pass through its crevices .
Its rooms were large as were its floor-to-ceiling windows showing amazing views towards the sea.
Arriving the night I was lying on a hammock that hung on some of its terraces and that was moved by the force of the sea breeze.
They began to hear a series of somewhat mysterious noises, the grinding of doors opening, the humming of the wind on the roof, noises that seemed drawn from a horror story, I imagined that the house was taking life and I felt a deep fear, suddenly I felt dragged steps coming towards me and the panic was greater. I felt the hammock shook and voices whispering in my ear and thought it was my end.
It was the voice of my husband trying to wake me up to pass inside the house to sleep peacefully in a bed.
Fortunately everything had been a bad dream that made me wake up exalted.


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