White Death - is a spooky tale of a vengeful spirit from Mexico, who hunts down those who are aware of its existence.

White Death

Right now, I'm sitting in front of a computer, and I was terribly scared. Every second of my life could be the last. My friend with me now, and he is the only reason why my life is in danger. I think it does not make sense, but let me explain.

It all started this morning when my friend broke into my house and slammed the door behind him. His eyes were wide open in horror as he leaned back against the door, panting. I asked him what happened and he told me the following story:

All year he lived with his aunt because his parents were in Mexico. They worked there on a mission in a small hospital in the south of Mexico. The night before, bedraggled man rolled over the threshold of the hospital. He shouted something in Spanish, and seemed mad with terror.

They brought him to a chair and sat him down. When he caught his breath, he told his broken English history. He claimed that his sister was killed "something" under the name "La Muerto Blanco." He talked incessantly, now it goes after him.

Confused, he asked who or what it Muerto Blanco. With undisguised horror on his face, he said that Blanco La Muerto - a "white death". It is the soul of a girl who died many years ago. She committed suicide, as he claimed, she was completely alone and no one loved. She is so hated life that wanted to destroy all traces of her stay on the ground. And her desire to erase the memory of himself was so great that she came back from the dead as a vengeful spirit to kill all those who knew of its existence.

She's a girl, but the girl, he said. She is not dead, but actually no longer alive. She's cold, black eyes that cry blood. It moves, but it seems that does not and step. It pursues its victims, like a wild beast, chasing them across rivers and valleys, driving them to their homes. You do not understand that it haunts you until you hear an ominous blow to your door.

"It knocks once - she came because of your skin, which she uses to cover her decaying flesh. She knocks twice - she came for your hair, which will tear teeth. Three times - it came for your bones to dump them in a pile. Four times - it came for your heart, which will pull out of your chest. Five times - it came for your teeth that will polish it and put it in a box. Six times - it came for your eyes that will pull out one by one. Seven times - it came for your soul, which devour the whole. "
White Death.
"No matter where you hide," White Death "hunt you down and you will hear a terrible blow to your door. You can try to escape, but it faster than any mortal man. If you slip out of her house when she will knock at your door, it will follow you, wherever you run. "

Scared man was sure that his sister was killed this "something". He tried to tell the police, but they did not even hear about the "white death", saying that it is a fairy tale of the old grandmother. Then he tried to tell his priest, but the priest immediately closed door of the church in his face, and told him to get out. The priest remarked, "White Death" behind him and did not want to interfere.

Lowering her head, frightened man said, "White Death" will haunt you as long as you do not tell anyone about it. And then she attacks. It kills, and begins to persecute those whom you talk about it. Finishing the story, the man then stole the car from the parking lot the hospital and disappeared into the night.

Apparently, my friend's mother, and his father immediately called his aunt and told her of the strange man, whom they encountered. They asked her if she had heard ever about the "white death". She said no, and they began to tell her story, you just heard from a strange man.

Later that night, my aunt said, for another phone call. It was the Mexican police. They told her that his parents were found dead near the hospital. They were broken into pieces.

The aunt of my friend immediately called him to school to report the terrible news. When he cried, she told him that he could not understand what happened. She recounted the history of the country a man who only a few hours before the death of his parents appeared at the hospital. She described how a strange man scared his parents horror stories about something called "white death".

When he hung up, he struggled to come to terms with what happened. For him, it all seemed unreal. When he returned home after school, he discovered that the front door was open. Inside was a trail of blood leading to the kitchen. There on the kitchen floor, he saw the corpse of her aunt. She was torn to pieces.

He ran out of the house and, without looking back, ran through the city until they reached my house. As soon as he told me this story, I could hardly believe it. During the day, his mother, father and aunt were killed. It all seemed too far-fetched.

But before I could say a word, my friend and I recoiled in horror from the door, he heard a knock.

We look at the door for an hour, and none of us wants it to open. Knocking is still ongoing, and it is becoming louder and louder. She never gives up. It never goes away. La Muerto Blanco irresistible. I think she wants to frighten us, my friend and me. I think she wants us to begin to blame each other. And I've already started to do it - I blame my friend. It's all his fault. He never had to talk about it.

And now I'm sitting here in my home, near my friend, and we both listen to the hideous sound of which is becoming more insistent. And I would like to change a lot. I wish she had killed my friend before he reached my house. If he could not tell me about it, I would not be in danger. I regret that I ever met him.