A long time ago in a city located in the south, very small and far from the big city, a group of friends met, was formed, who knows why, maybe they were things of destiny. Some had been relocated in that city, others were part of it, there all about 10 years old and their meeting was the first day of school in fourth grade of the basic school. Here they were presented with two opportunities: to continue de normal life of all students or to work together to make the days there a more fun place.
The educational establishment they attended regularly was somewhat old, perhaps ever their parents has passed through it. The walls were already dark by the dump and the years. the floor was cracked by many places, the windows had the marks of time, the dusty slates spoke for themselves.
Teachers burdened by the profession no longer taught their students, their students taught them how to live with how little and how much a 10 years old child can give with their energy and liveliness.
One day this group of friends, in their daily business and in their fanaticism for discovering new things, went to the darkest and inhospitable corridor, for the sole reason of showing their bravery, but their surprise was great when they discovered that strange things happened. They were not alone but someone who could not see or hear was there, and they could feel it close, or at least this we imagined when we were in the basic school and with my classmates we invented stories to spend the breaks and make them more entertaining jajajaja


