It in its room was, in being silent of the half night, had nightmares folloied by disturbances, had been as much they, who finished if dematerializing, and to the uprising saw what few can see, what it is beyond the human power, saw what it encircles in them when lying down, when sairmos, where want that let us be, they exist, are invisible to the mundane eyes, but they are visible to the eyes of who guard with itself one dom uncontrollable and so little previsible. They were shades, several of them, were the demons of the night who encircled its mother, who will appear of the nothing in an extended red net in the way of its room. Balanced they it, and pulled its hair, they freed outbursts of laughter malignant, they disturbed and it with worse of its arts mornings, while its mother only slept, and she trembled its body with fear, defenseless, only lagrimava without being able to ask for aid. It was a errifying scene to the eyes of any son who started to cry out and to fight against those beings of the world of the darknesses, little by little all they went even so, in way the outbursts of laughter, as they said that always they would come back. Its mother opened the eyes, was eyes of a woman with fear, was eyes of sadness and anguish, however everything already met tranquilo and without perceiving already it will meet in the real world.