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Chapter I

It is said that in the towns of each city there is always something that has a background history that for many years has been forgotten over time or rather because the inhabitants themselves are afraid to tell. But, there is something you know is not right when you feel that little chill running down your back when you pass by that old, gloomy house taken from a cliché of horror movies; it is the same sensation that I feel when I see the door almost semi-destroyed and rotting with the paint as time passes; Those walls of mold and dirt with a roof about to fall down rotten and smelly. That damn house where they say they went through a myriad of things that one already doubts who to believe, and although; Even if it is lies or truths of that house even because of its dismal aspect you would believe everything they tell you.

Located in a small town in a very distant city, a small house that can be seen at a very far distance is already on the top of a hill; but that still makes you goose bumps when you see it. Since you feel that inside that macabre and small hut there is someone or something that looks at you from those two little windows that look like the almost moribund eyes of it.

It all started with a stupid bet I made with some friends just for wanting to give me brave and impress Priscilla. Oh god, Priscilla ... not only her name was of a princess; she really was a princess, an authentic work of art sculpted by the very Greek gods, in short; That would be the almost and absolute sentence of my downfall. The bet was to see who would last longer in that house after midnight, of course I know what you think "these are true geniuses when choosing exactly the time when the night gets longer." Well yes, I admit that I was the one with the idea, but let's go; I was stupidly in love and I did not notice the stupid things that I said, it was practically the most macho of all putting risky and stupid rules just to impress an angel but, anyway; as for obvious reasons nobody dared to enter that house at last another idiot agreed with his bony servant and we were two idiots to the slaughterhouse.

Arrival the night that same day I do not know if by things of bad luck or because the devil gets where nobody calls it, the light goes in all the town being left with nothing to see the steep road full of mud and mountain that leads to That damn house, my friend and I had what it took to face anything that might come out there; and no, we did not take a book about exorcism, or the bible, or anything esoterically speaking that could help us against anything or whatever it came out. When I say the necessary I mean a couple of lanterns, knives to cut rope, a bat and well you never know but I had at least a rosary in the neck with the image of the Virgin of Carmen, you know just in case (please detect the sarcasm).

When we get to the point where the road leads through some bushes to go from the other side and go to the house we find on the road typical things that we immediately identify as things of witchcraft and santería, we would already be aware of drawing conclusions almost at the same time very accurate about the things that happened in this place, rites, sacrifices, etc. we went on lighting the road with our lanterns and of course never lacking in addition to our bad luck the dogs adorned the atmosphere that gave the dark path with their senseless weeping; if accurate, not barking, howling, crying. I mean come on, seriously ?, In short there were few meters to reach our destination when a sudden breeze began to blow not very strong but if enough to shake the branches of trees that were there dazzled; a survival instinct was activated in me suddenly and I told my friend to turn off the lights immediately, the poor man was more scared than me because I turn them off without a word.

he mountain where we were going was high enough to hide behind some of the branches that had been there and we remained crouched for several minutes to wait for the breeze to calm down a bit, when suddenly looking up we could distinguish a couple of figures in the sky flying nearby, not from us thanks to God; but as if to distinguish that enormous humanoid form that we could not identify with exactitude; As expected, I had to cover my partner's mouth as it was almost going to scream that they had discovered our location. Of course, I will not deny that I was quite scared in that situation but; I stand out more for being a coldly rational person and controlling myself in situations of extreme danger and no matter how brave that might be, that did not mean that I was more scared inside than when your mother visits your school where she was cited for misbehaving and tells you heard "wait until you get home" ... well it is not a fair comparison but the idea is understood, anyway; those two things came down to a distance that could hardly be seen, since between the tall mountain and the small bushes nearby we could not locate their location well but we knew that they were a bit far away from us, so far away that we could very well escape if not for the idiot of my partner who was practically frozen from fright.

As I could manage to calm him down and I made him see reason and I convinced him to escape from that horrible situation in which we were, we had two routes of escape; the first was to slip stealthily through the mountain step by step because we had near the entrance of the damn house, enter through the door that was between open and exit through one of the windows that faced a rocky and greasy gully with the risk that by taking a bad step and falling; besides giving us some good punches, we would make a falling scandal and those things would discover us. The other option was to remain motionless like statues to wait for those strange things to end up doing whatever they came to but, the risk of that plan was the same plan in other words; We did not know exactly who came to this place or what they would do or if the bad luck on our side was in favor and those things would sooner or later discover us. So, we were 50-50 of being discovered; the options were limited and the risk high.

But the night was long, and ... really the worst was yet to come.

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