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INOCENCIA FANTASMAL
Yo nací en un pequeño pueblo de Venezuela en el estado Monagas llamado El piñal, es un pueblo muy alejado de la ciudad más o menos a unos 42 kilómetros, mi familia y yo nos mudamos a la capital luego de vender nuestra antigua casa… pasaron los años y decidimos regresar al pueblo, no teníamos donde vivir y mis padres decidieron adquirir otra casa muy particular (más adelante les contare porque), ya que era de una tía de mi madre (yo también le llamaba tía), la cual había fallecido ya muy anciana por culpa del cáncer y la casa la heredo un familiar el cual nos la vendió.
I was born in a small town in Venezuela in the Monagas state called El piñal, it is a town very far from the city more or less about 42 kilometers, my family and I moved to the capital after selling our old house ... years and we decided to return to the town, we had no place to live and my parents decided to acquire another very private house (I will tell you why later), since it belonged to my mother's aunt (I also called her aunt), who had already passed away. She was very old because of cancer and the house was inherited by a relative who sold it to us.
Una noche mis padres salieron a una fiesta en casa de sus amigos en la ciudad y regresaban al otro día, yo teniendo la edad de 17 años como soy el mayor de mis hermanos me dejaron a su cuidado, no era tan difícil cuidarlos porque veíamos series animadas y películas, acompañados de unas palomitas de maíz y soda de naranja; esa noche veíamos una película de horror al terminar eran más o menos las 2:45 am, y me acorde de una historia que me contó mi abuela sobre la casa donde justamente estábamos viviendo (la antigua casa de mi tía), y me dije porque no les cuento a mis hermanos esta historia para asustarlos? JAJAJA así comienza la historia…
One night my parents went to a party at their friends' house in the city and returned the next day, I being 17 years old as I am the oldest of my brothers, they left me in their care, it was not so difficult to take care of them because we watched series animated films and movies, accompanied by some popcorn and orange soda; That night we saw a horror movie at the end of it was about 2:45 am, and I remembered a story that my grandmother told me about the house where we were living (my aunt's old house), and I said to myself why don't I tell my brothers this story to scare them? HAHAHA that's how the story begins ...
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Unos muchos años en el pasado cuando mi tía aún vivía y era joven estaba embarazada y vivía con su esposo, ellos trabajaban y se mantenían de la tierra, tenían vacas y pollos pero para ese tiempo no había manera de atender a una embarazada porque no había hospital ni ambulatorios en el pueblo, un día ya de tarde se descompuso el auto de mi tía el único que tenían en el pueblo, ya que eran muy pobres y todos se transportaban en caballos o asnos, al anochecer a mi tía le empezó los dolores de parto, teniendo solo 6 meses de embarazo empezó a salir mucha sangre de ella y tuvieron que recurrir a la única partera del pueblo la cual todos tenían temor de acudir porque para su desgracia era una bruja, la llevaron ante ella y la bruja les dijo:¡¡ este niño va a morir al menos que..!! y mis tíos exclamaron: ¡¡hacemos lo que sea para que viva!! ¡¡Dígame por favor!!. Y la bruja les respondió: Tienen que traerme una vaca deforme que tienen en su granja como sacrificio al dios del pacto el gran dios ¡¡Garmezu!! Y mis tíos murmuraron: ¿cómo sabe lo de la vaca deforme? Pero bueno.. ¡¡lo que sea doy por la vida de mi hijo!!. La bruja les dijo: ¡¡Garmezu todo lo sabe!! y el permitió el nacimiento de esa vaca para su gloria, es importante que entiendan esto, tienen una semana para traerme la ofrenda, de lo contrario su hijo quedara maldito y morirá… Repitan conmigo (les dijo la bruja a mis tíos), e hicieron una oración que más o menos decía así “oh dios maldecido por los hombres puros y alabado por los brujos del azote de sangre, pongo en tus manos esta criatura que muere, arrebata su lecho de fatalidad oh dios Garmezu!! Sellamos hoy un pacto de sangre y nos unimos a ti señor imperial ¡¡tú exiges y nosotros damos!!” y en un idioma raro pronunció: “garmotal, narcio brix renuncio di mortex”... y paro el sangrado de manera inmediata y mi tía de repente se sintió mejor y se fueron a su casa.
Some many years in the past when my aunt was still alive and she was young, she was pregnant and lived with her husband, they worked and supported themselves off the land, they had cows and chickens but at that time there was no way to care for a pregnant woman because there was no hospital or outpatient clinics in the town, one day late in the afternoon my aunt's car broke down, the only one they had in town, since they were very poor and all of them were transported on horses or donkeys, at dusk my aunt started the pains In childbirth, being only 6 months pregnant, a lot of blood began to come out of her and they had to resort to the only midwife in the town who everyone was afraid to go because unfortunately she was a witch, they brought her to her and the witch told them : This child is going to die unless .. !! and my uncles exclaimed: we do whatever it takes for him to live !! Tell me please!!. And the witch replied: You have to bring me a deformed cow that you have on your farm as a sacrifice to the god of the covenant, the great god, Garmezu !! And my uncles whispered: how do you know about the misshapen cow? But hey .. whatever I give for the life of my son !!. The witch told them: Garmezu knows everything !! and he allowed the birth of that cow for his glory, it is important that you understand this, you have a week to bring me the offering, otherwise your son will be cursed and will die ... Repeat with me (the witch told my uncles), and they did a prayer that more or less read like this “oh god cursed by pure men and praised by the sorcerers of the scourge of blood, I place this dying creature in your hands, snatch its bed of doom oh god Garmezu! Today we seal a blood pact and we join you, imperial lord, you demand and we give !! " and in a strange language he pronounced: "garmotal, narcio brix resigned di mortex" ... and the bleeding stopped immediately and my aunt suddenly felt better and they went home.
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Pasado una semana y un día mis tíos no hicieron caso a las advertencia de la bruja ya que ellos no creían que eso fuera obra de algo sobrenatural y mi tía en la noche comenzó a quejarse del dolor, empezó el sangrado de nuevo y fueron a la casa de la bruja con la vaca maldita preparada por el demonio para que fuera su ofrenda y mis tíos dijeron: ¡¡ayúdanos por favor!! –nos equivocamos PERDON!! Y la bruja les contesto: JAJAJAJA ¡¡INSENSATOS!! YA NO HAY TIEMPO… LA MURTE SE ACERCA, LO QUE ESTA MUERTO SE PUDRE Y LO QUE GARMEZU MALDICE ¡¡SE MUERE!! Y de repente la vaca empezó a correr hacia la casa de la bruja y se estrelló con ella provocando un fuego dentro de la casa... La bruja se convirtió en un ave parecida a una garza pero negra y se fue volando, muriendo así la vaca; la casa de la bruja quedo hecha cenizas ya que era fabricada de madera y arcilla.
After a week and a day my uncles did not heed the witch's warning since they did not believe that it was the work of something supernatural and my aunt at night began to complain of the pain, the bleeding began again and they went to the witch's house with the cursed cow prepared by the devil to be his offering and my uncles said: help us please !! -We were wrong FORGIVENESS !! And the witch answered them: HAHAHAHA INSANE !! THERE IS NO TIME ... THE DEATH IS APPROACHING, WHAT IS DEAD IS ROTTING AND WHAT GARMEZU CURSES IT DIES !! And suddenly the cow began to run towards the witch's house and crashed with her causing a fire inside the house ... The witch turned into a bird similar to a heron but black and flew away, thus dying the cow; the witch's house was left ashes as it was made of wood and clay.
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Mis tíos al llegar a su casa por suerte llego el veterinario al pueblo y el tenia conocimientos básicos de medicina general y lo mandaron a llamar; mi tía casi muere con el sangrado pero el veterinario logro suturar a tiempo y prestarle ayuda médica… más para desgracia de ellos perdió a su bebe, y el veterinario no se explica las causas de su muerte y menos de la apariencia del bebe, el veterinario nunca había visto nada parecido en su vida; parecía un niño de 2 años de edad, su piel era de color gris y sus ojos rojos como la sangre, llamaron al sacerdote del lugar para que orara por el alma de su hijo; Mis tíos decidieron enterarlo en su propia casa (casa la cual vivimos mi familia y yo actualmente), al lado de un árbol de mango donde mi tía siempre se sentaba a descansar, desde ese día la vida de mis tíos fue de mal en peor, se separaron, perdieron la granja y mi tía poco a poco fue enfermando a causa de un cáncer que le diagnosticaron ya en su vejez; ella paso sus últimos meses en un hospital y la casa estuvo abandonada hasta que murió!! Se dice que hay personas que han visto al niño y sus ojos rojos aún siguen vagando por la casa buscando a sus padres y se pueden escuchar sus lloros por la noche junto al árbol de mango justamente a las 3:00 am...Justo cuando dije eso se fue la energía eléctrica en mi casa, vi la hora de mi celular y para mi sorpresa eran las 3:00 am y mis hermanos corrieron para abrazarme y yo les dije ¡¡cobardes!! ¿¿Qué les pasa?? Es solo una historia de la abuela!! Y uno de mis hermanos dice: mi abuela no es mentirosa y para que te enteres mi tío (aún vive- esposo de mi tía fallecida), me conto la misma historia y el lloro al contarme y dijo que se arrepentía de haber hecho ese pacto con el demonio… y ¡¡de repente!! Plastsst… suena la puerta del patio como un golpe como si alguien lanzara un objeto con fuerza y empezamos a escuchar unos quejidos raros hasta que se empezó a escuchar aún más y más fuerte el lloro de un niño y créanme yo estaba aterrado pero para calmar a mis hermanos les dije que era alguien molestando que no se asustaran y me dijeron entonces ¡¡asómate por la ventana del patio a ver quién es!! Yo me asome poco a poco y al mirar no lo podía creer, en el columpio del árbol de mango había una figura de un niño no se detallaba bien porque no había energía eléctrica, el lloraba y se mecía solo se veía entre la oscuridad sus grandes y maldecidos ojos rojos… inmediatamente cerré la ventana y me puse pálido, casi no pude hablar, mis hermanos me decían ¿¿quién era?? Y yo con una voz entre cortada les dije: no es nadie solo el columpio que el viento lo mueve y rechina… nos acostamos juntos esa noche hasta que amaneció mis padres volvieron y volvió la energía eléctrica… no dormí en toda la noche y no le conté a nadie lo sucedido… ¡¡¡HASTA AHORA!!!
When my uncles got home, luckily, the vet came to town and he had basic knowledge of general medicine and they sent him to call my aunt, she almost died with the bleeding, but the vet managed to suture on time and give her medical help ... more to the misfortune of They lost their baby, and the vet does not explain the causes of his death and less about the baby's appearance, the vet had never seen anything like it in his life; He looked like a 2-year-old boy, his skin was gray and his eyes were red as blood, they called the local priest to pray for the soul of their son; My uncles decided to find out about it in their own house (which my family and I currently live in), next to a mango tree where my aunt always sat to rest, from that day on, my uncles' life went from bad to worse, They separated, they lost the farm and my aunt little by little fell ill from cancer that was diagnosed in her old age; she spent her last months in a hospital and the house was abandoned until she died !! It is said that there are people who have seen the child and his red eyes are still roaming the house looking for his parents and his crying can be heard at night next to the mango tree at precisely 3:00 am ... Just when I said that the electricity went out in my house, I saw the time on my cell phone and to my surprise it was 3:00 am and my brothers ran to hug me and I told them cowards !! What happens to them ?? It's just a grandmother's story !! And one of my brothers says: my grandmother is not a liar and for you to find out, my uncle (still living - husband of my deceased aunt), told me the same story and he cried when he told me and said that he regretted having made that pact with the devil ... and suddenly !! Plastsst ... the door rings of the patio like a blow as if someone were throwing an object with force and we began to hear some strange moans until the cry of a child began to be heard even louder and louder and believe me I was terrified but to calm my brothers I told them that It was someone bothering them not to be scared and they told me then, look out the patio window to see who it is! I looked out little by little and when I looked I could not believe it, in the swing of the mango tree there was a figure of a child, it was not detailed well because there was no electrical power, he was crying and rocking, only his big ones could be seen in the dark and damn red eyes ... I immediately closed the window and turned pale, I could hardly speak, my brothers told me who was he? And I, with a choppy voice, I told them: there is no one just the swing that the wind moves and squeaks ... we went to bed together that night until dawn my parents came back and the electricity came back ... I didn't sleep all night and they didn't I told no one what happened ... UNTIL NOW !!!
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The story you bring us has a mixed flavor, the voice seems to tell an autobiographical story mixed with the description of what sounds like a horror folk legend.
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Hello, it is a pleasure for me that you take my story into account ... and thanks for the support and welcome ... any suggestion or advice would not hurt thanks XD.
Hello @jrjoaramirez1992,
I like horror stories that are open to interpretation, as this one is. The narrator obviously believes he saw the red-eyed child. However, readers wonder how much of what he saw was his vivid imagination, fueled by his grandmother's stories. You seemed to enjoy writing this, and your energy is contagious.
This was a perfectly creepy horror story :)
hi @agmoore, thanks for the support, I love writing very imaginative stories with some reality in them for example; In this story I base myself on something really lived in my children, since I grew up in a town where horror stories are tradition and seeing horror is custom. From a very young age I like to invent stories of all kinds for recreation but I have never been able or have been reluctant to publish until now. thanks for the support you motivate me to continue writing many blessings!