Cada 31 de octubre es costumbre celebrar Halloween. Decorar las casas con figuras terroríficas es lo más común. Los niños salen con ingeniosos disfraces a pedir dulces o trucos. Pero este Halloween no sería igual a ningún otro. La historia que te contaré a continuación, cambiaría por completo.
¿Qué pensarías si te dijera que un chico esa noche recibió una visita, que no precisamente iba por dulces?
Every October 31st it is customary to celebrate Halloween. Decorating houses with terrifying figures is the most common thing to do. Children go out in clever costumes to trick or treat.
But this Halloween would be unlike any other. The story I'll tell you below would change completely.
What would you think if I told you that a boy had a visitor that night, who wasn't exactly looking for candy?
Eran las 8 pm, Matthew estaba en la sala viendo una película de terror cuando escucha el timbre de la puerta, se levanta, y justo antes de abrir, mete la mano en el caldero de bruja que está sobre una mesa a un costado de la entrada, saca un puñado de caramelos y chocolates. ¡Qué sorpresa! había un solo visitante tras la puerta, y pese a no llevar disfraz, su apariencia era atemorizante.
El chico se fijó en el rostro de aquel personaje y era inexpresivo, lo cual le resultó muy incómodo. La sonrisa que llevaba se cortó de inmediato. Ofreció los dulces, quería que se marchara rápido, sin embargo, no fueron aceptados. El extraño visitante hurgó en su ropa, y le ofreció algo que sacó de uno de sus bolsillos.
No- dijo Matthew.
Es Halloween, yo soy quién da los caramelos- añadió.
Mientras el visitante insistía en que lo tomase.
Aquel momento fue tan embarazoso, que el chico terminó arrojando los dulces mientras cerraba la puerta de golpe. Se asomó por la mirilla y ahí seguía aquello, con la mirada fija y la mano extendida. Matthew se retiró y tratando de digerir aquel momento, musitó.
¿Qué acaba de pasar?- sonrió nervioso.
La película continuaba, fue por un bocadillo y luego se sentó a terminar de verla. La hora, 10 pm. Antes de subir a su habitación fue a la entrada y observó que los dulces seguían donde los había arrojado. Abrió y comenzó a recogerlos. Por lo general, a esa hora aún hay niños en la calle haciendo travesuras y compartiendo su gran botín entre carreras y carcajadas; no había nadie, un alma, la calle estaba sola. Recordó lo vivido hace unas horas, sintió escalofrío y apuró lo que estaba haciendo. Entró, cerró con pestillo y notó que el caldero estaba repleto de dulces.
Al cabo de unos minutos ya estaba en su cama. Pensó un poco en lo inusual de esa noche. Matthew se durmió de un momento a otro hasta, que su sueño fue interrumpido por una voz gutural que le dijo.
¿Por qué no aceptaste?-.
Al abrir los ojos, pudo distinguir en medio de la oscura habitación a aquel ser que horas antes tocó a su puerta.
¿Por qué no aceptaste?- volvió a preguntar.
Matthew saltó de la cama al extremo opuesto de donde aquello se encontraba.
¿Quién eres?-.
¿Cómo entraste?- preguntó asustado.
¿Por qué no aceptaste?- era lo único que decía.
¿ACEPTAR QUÉ?- Matthew gritó lo más fuerte que alcanzó su voz.
Tu alma- respondió.
Y como si se tratara de un objeto, Matthew comenzó a palpar su pecho con las manos.
¿Es acaso esto una broma?-.
¿Quién eres?-.
¿Qué haces aquí?-.
Aquella infernal presencia señaló un espacio de la habitación, y como si se tratase de una película, lo llevó a unos días antes. La escena, Matthew se rehusaba a asistir a una cita a ciegas que sus amigos prepararon para él.
Prefiero, que mi alma quede atrapada en una caja antes de ir- dijo.
Esas palabras se clavaron en sus tímpanos como agujas. Comenzó a llorar desesperadamente.
¿Quién eres?- preguntó una vez más.
Le mostró lo que horas antes sacó de su bolsillo, era una pequeña caja. Sin apartar la mirada de Matthew, la entrego a unas sombras que lo acompañaban. Sonrió malignamente, disfrutaba el terror que generaba en el chico.
El que siempre te escucha- contestó.
It was 8 pm, Matthew was in the living room watching a horror movie when he heard the doorbell ring, he got up, and just before opening the door, he reached into the witch's cauldron on a table next to the entrance and took out a handful of candies and chocolates. What a surprise! There was only one visitor behind the door, and despite not wearing a costume, his appearance was frightening.
The boy looked at the face of that character and it was expressionless, which was very uncomfortable. The smile he wore was immediately cut off. *He offered the sweets, he wanted him to leave quickly, however, they were not accepted. The strange visitor rummaged through his clothes, and offered him something that he took out of one of his pockets.
No- said Matthew.
It's Halloween, I'm the one who gives out the candy- he added.
As the visitor insisted that he take it.
That moment was so embarrassing that the boy ended up throwing the candy away as he slammed the door shut. He peeked through the peephole and there he was, with his eyes fixed and his hand outstretched. Matthew stepped back and, trying to digest that moment, muttered.
What just happened?- he smiled nervously.
The movie continued, he went to get a snack and then sat down to finish watching it. The time, 10 pm. Before going up to his room he went to the entrance and noticed that the candy was still where he had thrown it. He opened and began to pick them up. Usually, at that hour there are still children in the street playing pranks and sharing their big booty between races and laughter; there was no one, not a soul, the street was alone He remembered what he had experienced a few hours ago, felt a shiver and hurried what he was doing. He went inside, locked the door and noticed that the cauldron was full of sweets.
After a few minutes he was in his bed. He thought a little about the unusualness of that night. Matthew fell asleep momentarily until, his sleep was interrupted by a guttural voice telling him.
Why didn't you accept?-.
When he opened his eyes, he could distinguish in the middle of the dark room the being who had knocked on his door hours before.
Why didn't you accept?- he asked again.
Matthew jumped from the bed to the opposite end of the room.
Who are you?-.
How did you get in?- he asked in fright.
Why didn't you accept?- was all he said.
ACCEPT WHAT?- Matthew shouted as loud as his voice could reach.
Your soul- he answered.
And as if it were an object, Matthew began to feel his chest with his hands.
Is this some kind of joke?-.
Who are you?-.
What are you doing here?-.
That infernal presence pointed to a space in the room, and as if in a movie, took him back to a few days earlier. The scene, Matthew refused to attend a blind date that his friends set up for him.
I'd rather my soul be trapped in a box, than go- he said.
Those words stuck in her eardrums like needles. She began to cry desperately.
Who are you?- he asked once more.
She showed him what she had taken out of her pocket hours before, it was a small box. Without looking away from Matthew, he handed it to some shadows that accompanied him. He smiled wickedly, he enjoyed the terror it generated in the boy.
The one who always listens to you- he replied.
Gracias por haberme acompañado hasta aquí. Espero hayas disfrutado este relato de horror.
Thank you for joining me here. I hope you enjoyed this horror story.
That was a great horror story. It was well developed and even had a hint of sinister morality. The young man was dismissive of a blind date, as he was dismissive of the figure in the doorway. The price for this arrogance: loss of his soul.
Well done!
Thank you. I appreciate your comment ;)
Hello @mayellig, While your story was great, the image featured is not public domain. Please find and image that is in the public domain and replace this one.
You scared me with that story :))
Hi, I'm so glad you liked my story.
Thank you for your suggestion regarding the image. I'll replace it :))
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