The Scary Preta!

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I always knew there was something off about the old mansion. My friends dared me to go in and spend the night, and I foolishly accepted. I soon realized it was a mistake.


As I lay there, trying to fall asleep, I heard footsteps in the hallway. "Who's there?" I called out, but no one answered. I got up and walked to the door, but it was locked from the outside.


"Hey, let me out!" I shouted, but my voice echoed off the walls. Suddenly, I heard someone whisper my name.


I turned around, and there she was. A woman, dressed in white, with long black hair covering her face. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.


"I am Preta," she said. "I died in this house, and now I haunt it. You're not leaving until you've paid for your sins."


"What sins?" I asked, confused.


"You know what you've done," she said, her voice getting louder. "You stole from your employer, and now you must pay the price."


I realized then that she was right. I had stolen money from my boss and had never been caught. But now, it seemed, I was going to pay for my crime.


I tried to reason with her, to plead for my life, but she wouldn't listen. She came closer and closer, and I could feel her breath on my face. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst.


But then, suddenly, everything went quiet. When I opened my eyes, Preta was gone, and the door was unlocked. I ran out of the house, never looking back.


From that day on, I never stole anything again. And whenever I passed by the old mansion, I could feel Preta's eyes on me, reminding me of my past.

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