Laila y Juliette son dos hermanas con una muy buena relación entre ellas. Laila tiene 14 años y Juliette 10. Ambas estudian en Wycombe Abbey School y son muy queridas por sus compañeros de clase. En casa son excelentes hijas, se comparten algunos quehaceres, y se ayudan con sus tareas escolares.
Apenas si tenían 6 meses de haberse mudado a su nueva casa, un poco más grande que la anterior y lejos del bullicio de la ciudad. Para ambas no fue muy difícil adaptarse a su nueva vida pueblerina. Los días transcurrían como casi todos, excepto por una que otra nueva eventualidad, de lo contrario, la rutina las acompañaba, pero eran felices. Aunque la noche, no era muy agradable para la menor de las hermanas, ya que es muy asustadiza y aun no se acostumbra a la idea de tener que dormir sola en una habitación tan grande. No era de extrañar que la mayoría de las veces, amanecía acurrucada en la cama con Laila, después de colarse en silencio, y siempre sus palabras eran las mismas.
No me gusta lo que vive en mi armario. Todas las noches me asusta y no me deja dormir-.
Sin embargo, Laila y su mamá trataban de disuadirla, explicándole que nada de eso existía, que solo era su imaginación, que ya estaba grande y que debía aprender a dormir sola en su nueva habitación.
Una noche, mamá y papá estaban preparando la cena, y las chicas ordenaban la mesa, cuando Juliette le dice a su hermana.
Lo que vive en mi armario se enfada cuando lo veo. Todas las noches me pide que apague la luz de mi lámpara para luego salir, y se queda junto a mí. No logro distinguirlo bien porque está oscuro, a veces se va rápido, otras se queda largo rato y no me deja dormir, y otras, yo me asusto y prefiero taparme la cara-.
Laila debe haber reflejado un inmenso terror en su cara, su mamá no tardó en notarlo desde la cocina.
¿Qué sucede?- preguntó.
Nada mamá, todo está bien- fue lo único que dijo Laila.
No quería alarmar a nadie, antes debía asegurarse de aquello que le decía su pequeña hermana.
Juliette ¿por qué no te has ido a mi habitación cuándo eso sucede?- pregunta Laila con voz muy baja.
Al principio eso no salía de mi armario, y me daba tiempo de pararme y correr hasta tu cama, pero ahora, si sale y me da miedo acercarme demasiado y que me lastime- responde la niña nerviosa.
Laila no sale de su asombro y trata de encontrar una razón lógica a todo aquello.
Debe estar soñando, o quizás sea sonámbula, o alguna muñeca, o un peluche, que se yo- musitaba la chica.
Cualquier excusa era válida, con tal de evitar pensar que exista tan siquiera una pizca de verdad en lo que acababa de escuchar.
Después de la cena, la familia se reúne un rato en la sala para conversar. Al cabo de unas horas se preparan para ir a dormir.
Si quieres te vienes a mi cama- Laila le advierte a su hermana.
Ok- responde Juliette.
Laila prepara la cama y trata de que el lado donde dormirá Juliette esté cómodo. Se tumba en la cama, apaga la luz, y la espera. Al poco tiempo llega la niña y se acomoda.
Hasta mañana- susurra.
Pasaría poco más de media hora y ya las chicas dormían. De pronto, Laila se despierta por la voz atemorizada de su hermana.
Laila, ¿puedo quedarme contigo esta noche?- dice Juliette sollozando desde la puerta de la habitación.
Laila, se queda paralizada mientras ve a su hermanita parada en la puerta. Armándose de mucho valor, se da la vuelta para ver quién duerme al otro lado de su cama. Siente como los latidos de su corazón se aceleran, a tal punto que cree va a salirse de su pecho. En un intento de gritar, aquello posa una aterradora y gigantesca mano sobre su boca. No se supo nada más. Lo único que te puedo asegurar es que existe algo que habita en todos los armarios y que solo espera la noche indicada, para sumar un inocente más, a la larga lista de sus víctimas.
Te aconsejo: Cierra bien la puerta de tu armario, antes de irte a dormir. Y si duermes solo, y sientes que alguien se acuesta a tu lado, por nada del mundo te des la vuelta.
Laila and Juliette are two sisters with a very good relationship with each other. Laila is 14 years old and Juliette is 10 years old. They both attend Wycombe Abbey School and are well liked by their classmates. At home they are excellent daughters, share some chores, and help each other with their homework.
They were barely six months old when they moved into their new house, a little bigger than their old one and far from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was not very difficult for both of them to adapt to their new small town life. The days went by like almost all of them, except for one or another new eventuality, otherwise, routine accompanied them, but they were happy. The night, though, was not very pleasant for the youngest of the sisters, as she is very skittish and still not used to the idea of having to sleep alone in such a large room. It was no wonder that most of the time, she would wake up cuddled in bed with Laila, after sneaking in quietly, and always her words were the same.
I don't like what lives in my closet. Every night it scares me and keeps me awake-.
However, Laila and her mother tried to dissuade her, explaining that none of that existed, that it was just her imagination, that she was already grown up and that she should learn to sleep alone in her new room.
One night, mom and dad were preparing dinner, and the girls were tidying up the table, when Juliette said to her sister.
What lives in my closet gets angry when I see it. Every night it asks me to turn off the light of my lamp and then go out, and it stays next to me. I can't make it out well because it's dark, sometimes it leaves quickly, sometimes it stays for a long time and doesn't let me sleep, and sometimes I get scared and prefer to cover my face-.
Laila must have reflected an immense terror on her face, her mother was quick to notice it from the kitchen.
What's wrong?- she asked.
Nothing, mom, everything is fine- was all Laila said.
She didn't want to alarm anyone, first she had to make sure of what her little sister was telling her.
Juliette, why didn't you go to my room when that happened?- asks Laila in a very low voice.
At first it didn't come out of my closet, and I had time to stand up and run to your bed, but now it does, and I'm afraid I'll get too close and hurt myself- she replied nervously.
Laila can't get over her astonishment and tries to find a logical reason for everything.
She must be dreaming, or maybe she's sleepwalking, or some doll, or a stuffed animal, what do I know- mused the girl.
Any excuse was valid, as long as I could avoid thinking that there was even a shred of truth in what I had just heard.
After dinner, the family gathers for a while in the living room to talk. After a few hours they get ready for bed.
If you want to come to my bed- Laila warns her sister.
Ok- replies Juliette.
Laila prepares the bed and tries to make the side where Juliette will sleep comfortable. She lies down on the bed, turns off the light, and waits for her. Soon the girl arrives and settles in.
See you tomorrow- she whispers.
A little more than half an hour passed and the girls were already asleep. Suddenly, Laila is awakened by her sister's frightened voice.
Laila, can I stay with you tonight?- says Juliette sobbing from the bedroom door.
Laila, frozen, sees her little sister standing in the doorway. Summoning up a lot of courage, she turns around to see who is sleeping on the other side of her bed. She feels her heartbeat accelerate to such an extent that she thinks it is going to burst out of her chest. In an attempt to scream, it places a terrifying, gigantic hand over his mouth. Nothing more was known. The only thing I can assure you is that there is something that dwells in every closet and is just waiting for the right night to add one more innocent to the long list of its victims.
I advise you: Close your closet door tightly before going to sleep. And if you sleep alone, and you feel that someone is lying next to you, do not turn over for anything in the world.
Gracias por haber llegado hasta aquí.
Y que siempre tengas felices noches.
Thank you for making it this far.
And may you always have happy nights.
Oh, how creepy! What is it that is in the bed? Yes, every closet has something... unless it resides under the bed. Ha ha ha! Thank you for sharing your delightfully creepy story in The Ink Well, @mayellig. I love your horror stories.
Hi friend @jayna, I haven't shared in the Theinkwell community for a while.
There is certainly something that lives in our closets. I anyway place a chair behind the door ha ha ha ha!
Thank you for your beautiful words. I love that you liked my story.
I send you a virtual hug :)
Thank you for sharing your story in The Ink Well, @mayellig!
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Thank you for appreciating my work.
I always follow your advice, it's full of wisdom ;)
Wow! Sí que lograste asustarme querida @mayellig 😨
Tienes una pluma que engancha desde la primera línea
¡Espeluznante!
¡Me encantó!😊
¡Recibe un fuerte abrazo amiga!🌸
Hola amiga @yohanys, tiempo sin hablar.
Ciertamente es una historia espeluznante. Hasta a mí que la escribí, me dio miedito jajaja!
Amiga gracias por apoyarme, de verdad que lo aprecio mucho.
Te envío un abrazo de oso.
Es una gran historia! Felicidades 🐨
Muchísimas gracias.
Me encanta que te haya gustado :)
This is SO AMAZING. So many adjectives come to mind when describing this. I absolutely love it.
Thank you very much.
A beautiful comment. Thank you for supporting my work :)
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Oh boy... Shiver me whiskers😱😱😱 (or something like that)
Now i'm gonna be scared of my closets. Gotta get em a new set of locks😏
There is nothing more frightening than the idea that those things we were scared of as children and then taught that they were unreal, are actually very real. And not just in the closets or under the bed.
But right beside us.
You really do justice to the story, straight to the point. And scary as 😱
Good job @mayellig, keep it up dear friend.
Hi friend @bruno-kema , it's certainly a good horror story.
Sorry for making you buy more locks for your closet hehehe.
Thanks for supporting and enjoying my work.
I send you a big hug ;)
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