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Everyone told their experience. All the while Mr. B interrupted everyone
with absurdities. That night I opted to not tell my story but to listen and
observe. Everything seemed curious and fascinating; at least until
something embarrassing happened. Mr. Martín was barely able to speak
since his friend had taken over the whole thing and was executing his
monologue. We started to feel uncomfortable and we looked at each other.
He went on and one about the experiences he had allegedly had. At that
moment something really strange started happening. I don’t know how it
started but Mr. B’s voice slowly began to fade away. I had momentarily
fixed eyes on a cast figurine of a fisherman carrying his fish that was on top
of a television cabinet. I then stopped hearing Mr. B’s voice altogether and
fell into a peculiar state, twisting and turning in a whirl of lights.
I find it difficult to explain what I’m about to narrate but I’ll do my best. It
was as if my spirit or soul left my body. While I was still seated next to
Mercedes my inner me had separated and was submerged in place full of
multi-colored lights: purple, orange, yellow, and blue. All these lights were
twirling around me. Slowly I was absorbed by this whirl. I felt
accompanied by someone else I could not see, something who laughed as if
enjoying what we were witnessing around us. It was a very strong
presence.
This whole situation scared me to the point that panic got a hold of me. I
struggled to return as one would struggle to wake up form a nightmare. I
was able to slip out of the whirl and come back to my body. When I came
to I heard Mr. B’s delirious monologue and I realized I was holding Mrs.
Mercedes Laracuentes’ hands and I didn’t remember when that had
happened. This surprised and scared me at the same time. I don’t usually
take strangers hands like that, which at the time that’s what she was. When
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