The air in Colonia Playas, Tijuana, always carried a certain eerie chill, especially as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows crept through the narrow streets. Baja Mar 201, a seemingly ordinary house, stood silent and unassuming, but its walls whispered secrets of Time Slips and the supernatural. A group of friends, intrigued by the local legends, decided to spend a night at Baja Mar 201. They gathered in the dimly lit living room, sharing nervous laughter and uneasy glances. The clock on the wall ticked away, seemingly counting down to an unknown event. As midnight approached, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. Suddenly, the room flickered with an otherworldly light, and a low hum resonated through the air. The friends exchanged anxious looks as the furniture trembled slightly. Time itself seemed to warp within the confines of the house, creating a disorienting sensation. As the clock struck midnight, the group noticed subtle changes around them. Old photographs on the walls depicted scenes from a different era, and the sounds of laughter and music echoed faintly from the past. Reality twisted and contorted, blending the present with fragments of the past. In the midst of the temporal chaos, a mysterious figure appeared in the center of the room. Dressed in outdated clothing, the ghostly silhouette seemed trapped between two worlds. The friends gasped, frozen in both fear and fascination. The figure, an ethereal woman, spoke in a haunting whisper, revealing a tragic tale of lost love and a life cut short. She explained that the house held a rift in time, a doorway between the past and present. The friends, now captivated by the spectral presence, listened intently as the woman described her eternal yearning for a love she never had the chance to fully experience. As the tale unfolded, one of the friends, a young man named Santiago, felt an inexplicable connection to the ghostly woman. Mesmerized by her story, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch the ephemeral figure. The moment their fingertips brushed, a blinding light enveloped the room, and a piercing scream echoed through the house. When the light subsided, the friends found themselves alone in the room, the ghostly figure and Santiago nowhere to be seen. The temporal distortions had ceased, leaving only a lingering sense of melancholy. The clock on the wall resumed its normal ticking, but the friends couldn't shake the feeling that something irreversible had occurred. Santiago was gone, his presence erased from the fabric of time. The friends searched the house in vain, but there was no trace of him. It was as if he had become a part of the Time Slips, lost in the temporal rift that had claimed the ghostly woman so many years ago. Baja Mar 201, once a quiet residence, now stood as a haunting reminder of the thin veil between the living and the dead. The legends of Colonia Playas had claimed another soul, leaving the remaining friends with a chilling story to tell—a tale of Time Slips, lost love, and the inexplicable disappearance of a young man named Santiago.