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If you speak words inside the house, Paris, in a simple little house in the interior of Minas Gerais, during the 60s, lived a house together with his son. The woman, however, had the habit of offering words incessantly, she complained of everything, shinghava to the husband, the son, and even the poor animals suffered with her humble love. A certain day, inexplicably, the house began to accumulate dirty. It was as if earthworms spread by the elements, tets and walls of the residence. Even after cleaning, the dirty was returned on the following day. In addition, objects started to break out of the apparent reason, generating discord between the house. At night, the house was filled with noises, like current beatings and hitting doors. With everything in mind, everything returned to normal. Desperated, the house decided to seek help with the father of the city. Albenzellus, the father affirmed that something abolished the house, and managed to change immediately, so they left in search of a new place. The husband found a perfect house and spent a day unloading the changes. When the woman went out to search for the rest of the losses, she stopped with a man, dressed in black and black, driving a carriage. The man loaded a large sack, in which the woman saw a bag of honey and remaining milk. Intrigued, she asked, "Mosso, excuse me, but why a man so well dressed as the Lord is collecting these debts?" The man smiled and responded. "Ora, woman, if you are changing, I too am, where you are, I will go with you." "Surprise?" she gave up. "But why say that if we don't want to know each other?" He grabbed me and said, "I know him, yes, you speak my name every day." Confused, the woman withdrew, but I don't know his name, and then he said, with a enigmatic smile, "I am Lazarento, listen to that," the woman smiled. When his husband arrived, he found the fall on the floor, without knowing that the mysterious Lazarento had crossed his path. From then on, she never was the same, taking to have mental problems. The presence of enigmatic Lazarento left a mildew in her mind, absorbing the day after tomorrow. Do you speak words inside the house?