Never forget that as a child, my eight years, my favorite site was the home of my grandparents, especially the corral where they used to raise rabbits and guinea pigs, there could unleash my fantasies, my small race car imagined was in a rally, when it rained my imagination flew further, it had a new ingredient water, Nomás picture me as a terrible pirate or as Sinbad the Sailor.
One afternoon tired of playing was deeply asleep, waking from dreams I leaned on the wall of adobe (mud) and suddenly opened wide, revealing a dark room, a prisoner of curiosity and despite the fear I felt I entered and to take a few steps the darkness was not much and I was petrified to take a look around, it was a huge room full of tombs and on each one each more terrifying statue than the other, to Today I remember a baby with a sinister, women look with a face of horror that despite being stone reflecting perfectly that emotion, getting further in that place I discovered a large lake, black and rotten as any, with human remains, in the distance I could see a large statue, was a kind of throne where sat satan, who seemed to govern the place, I was stunned, I just wanted to scurry and escape, suddenly was a force that can not understand paralyzes me all body feel great fear of turning, but a hand takes my shoulder and a terrible voice tells me: Look, no more and obeying the order, I turn and I ran into the statue come to life, if when Stone was awful when the flesh was more than frightening, he said, or rather threatened me that even was not my time, but sooner or later would be owned not only me but my next generation and be part of this grim collection statues cursed by eternity, feeling die at that moment, suddenly he heard a voice telling me Danny, Danny ... wake up !, when opening my eyes I saw my grandparents who explained to me that I found asleep in the yard and he had had a terrible nightmare, smiled and be glad that it did, unfortunately it would not.
That scene would be engraved in me forever and I disturbed daily, until today that I have 40 years, remember that on that occasion I mentioned that grabbed my shoulder, then a horrible incicatrizable wound would remind me what happened that day and I would doubt my own sanity. I must tell you that I continued visiting my grandparents, but never went back nor of joke to poke the corral.
I just got a sad news, grandparents died, after the funeral, nostalgia invades me, I feel the need to go to that place where I spent great moments of my childhood, came home and I can not hold back tears, I suddenly feel I need to face my fears and direct my steps to the yard, if, that dreaded place with slow and shaky step and I am inside the cages of rabbits and guinea pigs look empty, I looked at the walls of adobe and are in place, played everywhere and nothing opens suddenly was hopeful that everything was just a nightmare and finally confronted and overcame my fears, more wrong could not be, was just the beginning of an eternal torment, it was time Satan's prophecy about me and all my generation fulfilled.
The first sign was not to take to manifest, I feel something wet on his shoulder, it was blood that flowed, black, smelly and in abundance, felt vanish and fell leaning on the wall and soaked up blood, the walls again came to life and opened wide, knew not to enter, but a supernatural force dominated my steps, once inside I saw everything that tormented me during these years, but now the scene was even more terrifying and grim, this time felt the need to touch the statues, because all of them were tears in his eyes and looked at me with tremendous shame, when touched realized that they were the bodies of people who were not in the tombs but about them rotting forever, could feel the pain causing them to that state, to delve more and more I saw something, they were my grandparents turned into statues and face deep terror, I suddenly lost consciousness and that state comes to mind as that place became cursed: ... "Hundreds of years ago in that place was fought a great battle between good and evil, my ancestors fought with great courage against the forces of darkness and won, but the most powerful demon could not kill him but only enclose and sentence him to captivity, looking up charge swore revenge on the entire generation of my ancestors in the cruelest way that any human could know "the awakening I realized that all those statues were nothing more than my ancestors living dead, victims of a painful and eternal torment putrefaction and over every second for one survivor.
Nothing I can do, it was my turn, I have nothing more to entrust myself to God, to do a disturbing laugh he mocks me and assures me that my pain will be eternal and worst of all, I feel his hand on my shoulder and see on a tomb and I can not stand the foul smell that flows from my body, I feel the worms carcomiéndome guts, I'm alive and dead at the time, he still laughs and tells me that's not all, that in a few years will bring more pain to death in my life, I have a feeling but I hope that God will stop all this in memory of my ancestors who fought on their behalf.
I do not know how much time has passed, but this agony can not stand more, again I'm wrong, it was an endless chain, suddenly prisoner of terror and helplessness feel open the walls of that damn place, and nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oo, can not be I am nooooooooo tender my children and my wife, but that's another story.