(UE / US) LA BRUJA DE ANTIMANO / THE WITCH OF ANTIMANO -@jjmarquez
Epilogo
Esto sucedió en la época de la caracas de los techos rojos, donde las mujeres se vestían con esplendorosos vestidos y los hombres con traje y siempre con sombrero, una época en donde lo místico y lo oculto no tenían cabida, las personas pasaban sus días felices trabajando y mirando a las chicas en sus casas desde esos grandes ventanales adornados con hermosas cortinas, surge una historia de un joven estudiante donde en su casa bastante humilde, le molestaba algo malo y como la enfrento y logro que se fuera y lo dejara en paz.
Espero disfruten este relato, que con mucho cariño les comparto.
LA BRUJA DE ANTIMANO
Antimano es una parroquia de caracas ubicada al oeste, con su gran iglesia y calles donde los vendedores ambulantes colocaban sus puestos de verduras, dulces y hasta ropa. Frank era un joven estudiante universitario de los más común, jugaba basquetbol los fines de semana, salía con su novia y estudiaba una vida cotidiana de lo más común para un estudiante.
En una salida a la biblioteca conoció a Cynthia, una muchacha medio jipi que le llamaba mucho la atención lo exotérico, a ella le llamo mucho lo inocente que se veía Frank, se sentó un buen rato con él y se hicieron amigos.
-Hola como estas que estudias.
-Hola mucho gusto, soy estudiante de ingeniería.
-Que interesante, yo estudio filosofía y leo libros exotéricos.
- ¿Exotéricos?, esos que hablan de la posición de los planetas y los signos zodiacales.
-Bueno más o menos de esos, alguna vez te han hecho tu carta astral, se ve que tienes una muy bella aura.
-Gracias la verdad no, un aura esa luz que irradiamos que las personas que tienen supuestas facultades ven.
-Si esa misma, pero si hay personas que las podemos ver como yo, que tengas buen día.
-Disculpa, no te molestes.
Toda la tarde conversaron, de ingeniería y esoterismo, ambos sin decir nada estaban fascinados con lo que sabían, se hicieron buenos amigos en el tiempo que estuvieron juntos, visitaron varios sitios donde hablaban de dioses y demonios, de curaciones mágicas y también de como la mente podía evolucionar en un ser que ve más allá de lo que se ve.
Un día Cynthia invito a Frank a una reunión de amigos de ella, para que se conocieran, ese día comenzó a cambiar todo en casa del inocente estudiante de ingeniería. En el apartamento bastante acogedor estaban dos personas más, una muchacha mayor que ellos y otro joven moreno de bigote poblado, parecía extranjero de áfrica tal vez. Entre tragos y cigarrillos pasaron un buen rato divirtiéndose, pero al caer la noche se animaron a jugar la Ouija.
-Frank ven es solo un juego.
-A mí no me gusta eso Cynthia, yo mejor me voy.
-No seas tonto, ven solo será un rato.
Comenzaron con el juego, extrañamente las luces apagaban y encendían, las cortinas de la habitación volaban con el viento que hacía, trataban de invocar el espíritu de un cantante, Elvis creo. Al pasar ya media hora Cynthia se sintió algo extraña, increíblemente su cuerpo cambio o eso parecía, sus senos eran más grandes y sus ojos de un verde esmeralda que resaltaba bastante, les dio concejos a todos, a Frank en particular le aconsejo que prendiera una vela blanca en la entrada de su casa para que nada lo molestara, al final Cynthia se despertó o salió del trance y todo culmino o eso fue lo que se creía.
Pasada una semana Frank se consigue con Cynthia de nuevo en un centro comercial.
-Como estas Frank.
-Bien, sabes desde aquel día están ocurriendo cosas extrañas en mi casa.
-Extrañas?
-Si se me desaparecen libros, las llaves, se caen cosas solas.
-Pero tú no te has sentido extraño o has visto algo fuera de lo común.
-Solamente lo que te he contado.
-Bueno ojalá sea algo pasajero, yo tengo que viajar a otro País, cuando este de vuelta te llamo.
-Ok está bien, que tengas buen viaje.
Las cosas empeoraron en cierta manera, los ruidos fuertes se volvieron más frecuentes, el dormir era ya casi un lujo, las sillas se movían solas, se oían gritos espantosos y no había nadie en casa, un día al parecer tembló, pero solo fue en casa que sucedió tal evento, el apetito disminuía, hasta que todo comenzó a suceder durante el día también.
-Dios que hago para que todo este normal nuevamente.
De pronto unos libros volaron por toda la habitación para golpear al joven estudiante, explotaron varios bombillos y él tuvo que salir de casa. Fue a buscar un cura. El cura rezo en la casa, pero nada mejoro. También busco un chamán este hizo un ritual con un cuchillo en mano el cual fue doblado de manera misteriosa, el chamán dijo.
-Hijo nada se puede hacer, lo mejor es que te resignes y vivas con esta cosa que habita aquí.
Esa noche cuando dormía algo lo golpeo en la cara diciéndole.
- TE TENGO RABIA.
Frank no se conformó, esa noche pidió a sus familiares muertos, a Dios que le enseñaran que hacer. Soñó que estaba en un valle hermoso lleno de flores, había muchas rosas blancas, las que le gustaban a su madre. Una anciana se acercó a él, no la conocía, la anciana lo tomo de la mano y lo llevo a una cascada le saco la ropa y lo metió en la caída de agua.
-Aquí quedaras limpio.
Vas a tomar una cinta roja, con un cuchillo y dirás estas palabras…. Así quedaras libre, Dios te bendiga siempre muchacho no eres malo y no mereces esto que te pasa.
Frank realizo el ritual que le dieron en sueños, tomo la patilla y con un cuchillo en mano, una cinta roja atada en la mano y un crucifijo en su pecho dijo las palabras…
Que todo lo malo se vaya, que la armonía este en mi casa, la casa de mi hermano Jesucristo es casa bendita, casa de paz, con este cuchillo elimino a quien quiere hacerme daño, que este en paz.
Enterró varias veces el cuchillo en la patilla, el jugo de la fruta parecía sangre, derramaba por todo el piso. Ya pasaron varias semanas y todo está bien en casa, Frank continua en la universidad y ese año ya se va a graduar, todo está bien y en paz.
Gracias por leer
Dios los bendiga
Nota Final.
Cynthia nunca volvió, Frank con su novia estaban muy bien, ya solo se dedicaba a preparar su defensa y graduarse, no olvidada esa chica que conoció en la biblioteca.
Allá en la lejanía en un bosque espeso donde hicieron un ritual para amarrar a un hombre algo salió mal, allí en suelo ya llevaba bastante tiempo tirada con muchas puñaladas Cynthia, solo una lagrima corría por su mejilla.
FIN
I conclude
This happened in the epoch of the Caracas of the red roofs, where women got into splendid dresses and the men with suit and always with hat, an epoch in where it mystic and the occult were not possible, the people passed their happy days working and looking at the girls at their houses from those big large windows adorned with beautiful curtains, a young student's history happens where at his enough humble house, something bothered him bad and as I confront her and achievement that be been and that leave it alone.
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THE WITCH OF ANTIMANO.
Antimano is a parish church of Caracas located West, with his great church and streets where houses to house seller placed his jobs of vegetables, candy and to clothing. Frank was a young university student of the more common basketball played the weekends, you dated his girlfriend and you went into a quotidian life of the commonnest for a student.
You knew Cynthia, a half a girl in an exit to the library jipi that he was interested in very much what's exoteric, to her I call his innocent that Frank saw himself, established quite a while itself with him and friends did themselves very much.
- Hello like these that you study .
- Hello a lot of pleasure, I am student of engineering.
- Than interesting, I go into philosophy and read exoteric books.
- Exoteric?, Those that talk about the position of the planets and the zodiacal signs.
- Good more or less than those, occasionally they have made your astral chart for you, it is seen that you have a very beautiful aura.
- Thanks the truth not, an aura that light that we emitted radiation that the people that have supposed faculties see .
- If it same, but if there are people that can see them like I, that you have good day.
- Forgive, don't worry.
All the afternoon they chatted, of engineering and esoterism, both without saying nothing they were fascinated with what they were knowing, the friends in the time that they were together, became good they visited several places where they talked about gods and devils, of magic cures and also of as the mind could evolve in a sighted being beyond what you see.
One day I invite Cynthia to Frank hers meeting of friends, in order that they know themselves, that day you began to change everything at the house of the innocent student of engineering. Two people were further at the enough welcoming apartment, an older girl than they and another dark-colored youth of populated mustache, you seemed foreign of Africa perhaps. Enter swallows and the cigarettes went by quite a while having fun, but at nightfall they decided to risk their Ouija.
- Frank, come a game stands alone .
- I dislike Cynthia, I better go away .
- Do not be silly, come only he will be awhile.
They began with the game, strangely the lights put out and lit, the room's curtains flew with the wind that you did, tried to invoke a singer's spirit, Elvis I believe . The stranger felt something when Cynthia passed already half a hour, incredibly I change his body or that seemed, his breasts were bigger and I suggest his eyes of an emerald green that enough was highlighting, that gave town councils to all, to Frank in individual to him the fact that you stick a white candle on the entrance of his house in order that you swim bother it, at the end Cynthia woke up or got out of entrancement and I culminate everything or that was what you were believing.
Once a week was passed Frank gets hold of himself with Cynthia again at a shopping center.
- Like these Frank.
- Good, you know from that day strange things at house are going on .
- Strangers?
- If I lose my books, keys, very things fall down .
- But you have not felt strange or have seen something outside of what's common.
- Only I have told you that.
- Good I hope so be something passing, I have than traveling to another País, when back I call this.
- Ok is all right, that you have good journey.
The things aggravated in a way, strong noises became more frequent, the to sleep he was right now almost a luxury, the chairs moved alone, they heard frightening shouts themselves and nobody was not at home, one day apparently you trembled, but only it was indoor that such event happened, the appetite diminished, until everything began to happen in the daytime also.
- God that I do stops than all this normal again.
All of a sudden some books flew through all of the room to hit the young student, exploded several lightbulbs and he had to leave his home. You were going to look for a parish priest. The parish priest I pray within doors, but swim I get better . Also I search one they swap this which did a ritual with a knife in hand you went bent from mysterious way, the they swap you said.
- the son swims it can be done, the best is that you resign and living persons with this thing that you inhabit here.
That night when you slept something I hit it on the face saying it.
- I HAVE A GRUDGE AGAINST YOU.
Frank did not conform, you asked that night to his familiar dead persons, to God that they teach him that to do. You dreamt that you were in a beautiful full valley of flowers, there were many white roses, the ones that were liked to his mother. An old woman got close to him, did not know her, the old woman I take you by the hand and I take it to a waterfall I take out his clothing and it put it into the waterfall.
- Here be left I do the cleaning .
You are going to take a red tape, with a knife and you will say these words. That way be left free, God bless you you always are not boy bad and you do not merit this that happens to you.
Frank I accomplish the ritual that he felt in dreams, I take the sideburn and with a knife in hand, a red tape tied in the hand and a crucifix in his chest said words
that all the bad thing match itself, than harmony this at my house, my brother Jesucristo's house is blessed house, house of peace, with this knife I eliminate who wants to be harmful to me, than this at peace.
You buried several times the knife in the sideburn, the fruit's juice seemed blood, you apportioned taxes for all the floor. They already passed several weeks and everything is all right at home, Frank continues on the university and that year right now is going to graduate, everything all right and at peace.
Thank you for reading
God bless you
Final note.
Cynthia never returned, Frank with his girlfriend they were doing very well, right now only his defendor dedicated himself to getting ready and to graduate, once that girl that you knew at the library was not forgotten.
There in the distance at a thick forest where they did a ritual to tie something to a man you came off badly, there at ground already Cynthia took quite a while printing with many stabs, only a tear ran about its cheek.
END
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