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With trembling hands, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger, mentally counting: one, two, three, four. When I looked again, I saw my mother's bed sheets stained with blood. She woke up frightened, asking, “What's that sound? -What sound is that? I answered in a trembling voice: -I killed it, mom, I killed the monster. My mother, lying on the bed, looked to the side and saw a being with red skin, horns, bat wings and a monster's tail. It trembled violently, holding itself like a dying creature. Until, finally, it stopped shaking and died. I approached my mother, still shaking from what had just happened. In a trembling voice, I began to explain: -Mom, what was there next to you was no ordinary monster. It is an evil incubus that feeds on people's life energy while they sleep, causing weakness and exhaustion. That's why you've been feeling so weak lately, he was sucking your energy. But, Mom, I killed him, he won't hurt you anymore, I assure you. My mother looked at me with a mixture of shock and relief, processing the explanation and what had just happened. Gradually, a smile of gratitude and affection appeared on her face. -My brave son, -she murmured, hugging me comfortingly, -Thank you for protecting me. You are my hero. I felt a warm comfort in my heart, knowing that, despite the challenges faced, I had protected my mother from the monster's threat.