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Se despertó muy confundido por el alboroto. Estaba seguro de que aún no empezaba su turno de vigilancia. Un vistazo rápido hacia la escalera, le aseguró que el faro estaba bien custodiado. Pensó que quizá se trató de un mal sueño y subió la manta hasta la cara para dormir de nuevo; pero la pelea que ocurría en la punta del faro era innegable. Echó mano del rifle que ocultaba bajo su catre y subió sigilosamente, resuelto a poner fin a esa disputa que llevaba días interrumpiendo su descanso…
A Juan, no era la primera vez que esto le sucedía… Siempre se despertaba en medio de la noche, sobresaltado, por la bulla que se armaba justamente en las horas de la madrugada, 2:30 a 3:30, ya estaba cansando de lo mismo, porque al parecer, él era el único que oía, esos ruidos, gritos como si de una pelea se tratara, su otro compañero de guardias, le decía que él estaba loco o sufría de pesadillas, porque él estando en su guardia nunca había visto ni oído nada. Pero esta vez, Juan iba dispuesto a descubrir lo que sucedía fuera de este mundo o no y a pesar del miedo que le hacía eco dentro de él, siguió subiendo las escaleras…
Esas largas escaleras tipo caracol, eran muy antiguas, hechas de roble, que daba la sensación de otras épocas. Una cosa curiosa, era que solo su compañero Joshua y él tenían llave de la puerta de entrada y por ser, un paraje tan solitario siempre cerraban muy bien al entrar o salir del recinto; Juan iba subiendo muy sigilosamente las escaleras mientras todos estos pensamientos inundaban su mente; a medida que se iba acercando donde estaba instalado el enorme faro, empezó a oír más claramente una discusión…
Al enfrentar la entrada del lugar, pudo ver claramente dos hombres vestidos con ropa de época, aferrados en una férrea pelea fuera del tiempo, pareciera que Juan, se hubiese trasladado dos siglos atrás y cerca del balcón de aquel faro, estaba una hermosa mujer con un vaporoso vestido blanco, que el viento batía fuertemente, Juan los podía ver claramente, aunque sus imágenes eran translúcidas como si de una vieja película se tratara, ellos no se percataron de su presencia, pues ni voltearon a verle…
Aquellos dos hombres se echaban en cara, el amor que ambos sentían por esa hermosa mujer y ambos se echaban la culpa de que ella no estuviera con alguno de ellos…, lo extraño, era que ella los veía y lloraba amargamente. Cuando ellos repararon en que ella también estaba allí, con ellos, corrieron tras ella…, y ella de buena cuenta se lanzó al vacío de las rocas que estaban, antes del mar abierto, frente al faro, cuando estos hombres espectrales vieron la acción de su amada, ambos se lanzaron más atrás de ella, desapareciendo en la oscuridad de la noche…
Juan impávido, obtuvo las respuestas de lo que sucedía casi todas las noches. Estos tres espectros reviven sus suicidios una y otra vez, al parecer estarían destinados a ello por el resto de los tiempos, para aquellos que los pudieran percibir y ver como Juan, serían el testimonio de sus sufrimientos eternos, pero para ellos sería un martirio el no poder descansar, reviviendo sus últimos momentos en este mundo…, Juan en su próxima guardia encendió una vela en aquel faro y pidió por ellos, por su descanso, esa noche él pudo descansar en paz….
Atendiendo la invitación de la amiga
a sumarme a este nuevo concurso, de tan interesante comunidad, invito a mis amigos
e
a compartir su creatividad con todos nosotros.
English
He woke up very confused by the commotion. He was sure that he had not yet started his watch. A quick glance up the ladder assured him that the lighthouse was well guarded. He thought perhaps it was a bad dream and pulled the blanket up to his face to sleep again; but the fight going on at the head of the lighthouse was undeniable. He reached for the rifle he had hidden under his cot and crept upstairs, determined to put an end to the quarrel that had been interrupting his rest for days....
It was not the first time this had happened to Juan... He always woke up in the middle of the night, startled by the noise that arose precisely in the early hours of the morning, 2:30 to 3:30, he was already tired of the same thing, because apparently, he was the only one who heard those noises, screams as if it were a fight, his other fellow guard, told him that he was crazy or suffered from nightmares, because being on his watch he had never seen or heard anything. But this time, Juan was willing to find out what was happening out of this world or not and despite the fear that echoed inside him, he continued climbing the stairs....
Those long spiral stairs were very old, made of oak, which gave the feeling of other times. A curious thing, was that only his companion Joshua and he had a key to the entrance door and because it was such a lonely place, they always locked it very well when entering or leaving the enclosure; Juan was stealthily climbing the stairs while all these thoughts flooded his mind; as he was getting closer to where the huge lighthouse was installed, he began to hear more clearly a discussion...
When facing the entrance of the place, he could clearly see two men dressed in period clothing, clinging in a fierce fight out of time, it seemed that Juan, had moved two centuries ago and near the balcony of that lighthouse, was a beautiful woman with a flowing white dress, that the wind beat strongly, Juan could see them clearly, although their images were translucent as if it were an old movie, they did not notice his presence, because neither turned to see him ...
Those two men were throwing in each other's faces, the love they both felt for that beautiful woman and they both blamed each other for her not being with one of them..., the strange thing was that she saw them and cried bitterly. When they noticed that she was also there, with them, they ran after her..., and she jumped into the void of the rocks that were before the open sea, in front of the lighthouse, when these spectral men saw the action of their beloved, they both jumped further behind her, disappearing in the darkness of the night...
Juan, undaunted, got the answers to what happened almost every night. These three specters relive their suicides over and over again, apparently they would be destined to it for the rest of time, for those who could perceive and see them like Juan, they would be the testimony of their eternal sufferings, but for them it would be a martyrdom not to be able to rest, reliving their last moments in this world..., Juan in his next watch lit a candle in that lighthouse and asked for them, for their rest, that night he could rest in peace....
Attending the invitation of friend
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