Morah Kalafa: La casa antigua | Relato [ESP-ENG]

La casa antigua de dos plantas, todo el que vive en Morah Kalafa debe pasar frente a ella. Si van a la escuela, al trabajo, a la tienda. Si salen día o noche al pisar sus tierras no notas la diferencia y es inevitable que miedo sientan.

Existen solo dos senderos, uno pasa por el frente de la casa antigua de dos plantas y la otra por la parte de atrás, justo luego de su inmenso patio trasero, dónde hay un lago rodeado de árboles gigantes y el sendero tiene un puente, dicen que quienes se han atrevido a pasar por él para evitar pasar por el frente de la Casa, nunca más han regresado.

Mucha gente ha intentado irse de Morah Kalafa, para no tener que ver y pasar por esa casa a diario, pero aún cuando solo pocos han logrado salir de aquel lugar, el infierno los persigue estando afuera, no solo en las noches tienen pesadillas y su presencia pueden aún estando lejos sentirla.

Cuando pasan frente a ella, aunque lo intentes, aunque luches con tu mente siempre sentirás temor, querrás mirar hacia dentro, buscar entre la neblina oscura que la rodea. La piel suele erizarse y un frío embarga todo el cuerpo, todos los sentidos se agudizan y comienzan a percibir el olor peculiar de aquel lugar, a sentir más que miedo terror, a escuchar sonidos que no son de animales, no bestias, sonidos que parecen clavarse en la memoria y al pasar, al llegar a su destino seguir oyendo aquella melodía infernal.

Los parques en Morah Kalafa están vacíos, ya casi no hay niños, dicen que algunos se fueron solos, pero la verdad es que la casa los atrajo hacia ella, les permitió entrar y luego no les dejó escapatoria. Desde todos los parques se ve la casa, así que era fácil envolver entre sus macabros encantos a cualquier inocente.

La Casa antigua de dos plantas, cada día más oscura, más fría, con grietas en sus paredes por el tiempo que lleva quizás viva y que se extiende a aquellos que la observan. Una casa aparentemente viva, aunque dentro solo moran aquellos que ya no caminan.

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[English Version]

The old two-storey house, everyone who lives in Morah Kalafa must pass in front of it. Whether they go to school, to work, to the shop. If you go out day or night, when you step on its grounds, you don't notice the difference and it is inevitable that you will feel fear.

There are only two paths, one goes along the front of the old two-storey house and the other goes along the back, just after the huge backyard, where there is a lake surrounded by giant trees and the path has a bridge, they say that those who have dared to go over it to avoid going through the front of the house, have never returned.

Many people have tried to leave Morah Kalafa, so as not to have to see and pass by that house every day, but even though only a few have managed to leave that place, hell haunts them outside, not only at night they have nightmares and their presence can be felt even when they are far away.

When you pass in front of it, even if you try, even if you fight with your mind you will always feel fear, you will want to look inside, to search through the dark fog that surrounds it. Your skin tends to bristle and a coldness seizes your whole body, all your senses sharpen and you begin to perceive the peculiar smell of that place, to feel more than fear, terror, to hear sounds that are not of animals, not beasts, sounds that seem to stick in your memory and as you pass, as you arrive at your destination, you continue to hear that infernal melody.

The parks in Morah Kalafa are empty, there are hardly any children anymore, they say that some of them left on their own, but the truth is that the house lured them into it, let them in and then left them no escape. The house is visible from all the parks, so it was easy to envelop any innocent person in its macabre charms.

The old two-storey house, darker and colder every day, with cracks in its walls due to the time it has perhaps been alive and which extends to those who observe it. A house apparently alive, although only those who no longer walk dwell inside.