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What began as a cruel act towards a defenseless child, turned into something much darker than anyone imagined.

The Terror Begins

The men in suits didn’t come to negotiate.

The first one to get out of the truck was tall, around fifty years old, with a scar across his left cheek. His eyes had that coldness you only see in people used to solving problems in the worst way.

“Mrs. Morales,” he said as he approached my door. “I’m Mr. Vásquez. I work for the Mendoza family.”

My hands trembled as I opened the door. Maria was still spying from her window, but now she had closed the curtains.

“What he did to Miguelito this afternoon was a very serious mistake,” Vásquez continued. His voice was soft, but every word sounded like a threat. “That boy is not just any boy.”

He showed me a photo on his cell phone. It was Miguelito, but clean, well-dressed, smiling next to a man in his forties in what looked like a mansion.

“His father, Don Roberto, is a very powerful man. And very protective of his family.”

Vásquez put his phone away and looked me straight in the eyes.

“But today, Miguelito witnessed something terrible in his house. Something that traumatized him so much that he ran away, looking for help. And you…” she paused for what seemed like an eternity, “you were the first person he found.”

My throat became completely dry.

“What… what did he witness?” I managed to whisper.

Vásquez smiled, but there was nothing friendly about that smile.

“His stepmother is dead. Murdered. And Don Roberto has blood all over his hands.”

My world collapsed. I had rejected the only witness to a crime. A child who was only seeking refuge.

“Miguelito saw everything from the stairs,” Vásquez continued. “He heard the shouting, saw the fight, and witnessed the exact moment Don Roberto lost control.”

The other men moved closer to my door. Now I could see they were carrying something, but the shadows prevented me from making out what it was.

“The problem, Mrs. Morales, is that you were very cruel to the only witness who could bring down our boss.”

Vásquez took an envelope out of his jacket.

“Don Roberto is willing to be… generous. Fifty thousand dollars for your silence. And for ensuring that if anyone asks, you never saw Miguelito this afternoon.”

The envelope fell at my feet.

“But if you decide not to cooperate…” The other men took a step forward. Now I could see what they were carrying in their hands.

They were shovels.

“Well, let’s just say that Don Roberto knows how to make problems… disappear.”

My heart was beating so loudly I was sure they could hear it. I looked toward Maria’s house, but the lights were off.

“Where is Miguelito now?” I asked, my voice breaking.

Vásquez looked at his watch.

“That’s the right question, Mrs. Morales. Because it turns out the child never made it home.”

My veins ran cold.

“After you washed him with soapy water, Miguelito kept walking. And now…” Vásquez paused dramatically, “now he’s lost somewhere in the city. A traumatized, wet, cold child who knows where his stepmother’s body is buried.”

The men started walking toward my back garden.

“Don Roberto sent me here with a very simple mission,” Vásquez said as his men began to dig. “Find Miguelito before he talks to anyone. And eliminate any evidence that he was here.”

That’s when I heard a noise that paralyzed me with terror.

A child’s cry. It was coming from inside my house.