Maybe it isn't, but who knows... or yes, they do. It is haunted.
I confess I didn't expect to find this on my way. I was just cycling around a bit. Hey, I wanted to break the routine and hell, yes, I broke it to the core.
They were coming from school, probably from Ciudad Libertad, which is very close to there. I don't know if this street belongs to the Havana municipality of Marianao or if I was already on the border with Playa.
But, you see, I was on an edge, or a precipice, or in no man's land. Mmmm... dangerous to think like that in these conditions and with so much suggestion involved.
Children don't lie and some people say they have a quality that we grown-ups have lost over the years. They see.
— Let's go in — they said almost in chorus.
— We have already gone in there and we saw a child.
— But... how? — I asked. The door is locked. Can we go in?
More questions:
—Are you going in, madam?
Oh, I hate being called madam, but I looked at them with complacency and then pointed my eyes at my two-wheeled friend. She was a nuisance, for the moment.
I shrugged my shoulders and felt like a wilted yagruma leaf.
The details I found in the facade of that house alone are very revealing.
But I confess, I felt afraid. My heart wasn't beating, it was bubbling and that feeling stretched all the way down my legs like a seismic infection.
They reached the door.
A door with a number that reminded me of the dreaded and controversial 666 or number of the beast, as some insist on calling it. "No, put that crazy idea out of your mind" — I thought.
But there was the suggestion. Then there was a shout from across the street. No, don't dramatise before I tell you. It wasn't a panicked scream or anything like that. It was just a concerned mother calling out to her son and authoritatively telling them to get out of there, all of them, except me who was still standing on the street.
They left.
There I stood like a wilted and fearful, but curious too, yagruma leaf.
If only...
Now look towards the door and look away quickly. What did you see? Because that's what I saw.
However, I decided to...
"Let me at least go into the gardens of the house. It's harmless. If there are ghosts, they won't be lurking in the gardens at this time of the afternoon." — I thought or spoke, I don't know, I was having a chat with my conviction.
I looked at the clock. It was almost 4.
Of course I went inside with my bike.
And not a few times I felt shivers there. The branches were cracking under my feet causing a really disturbing wailing.
— Come on, don't be a coward, — I said.
I'm hard on myself, I know.
😱 It is not the sword of Damocles but it is as if it were. And if it comes out of there, eh? Right at the entrance of the door! My God!
Another scream. Ouch! 😲 — What? Fuck!
It was two young men who passed by and saw me taking pictures.
Again, that "madam" that it is like a kick in the hjhkhadkgf... — in the what, — let's see. Because a kick in the jshghfhfhfkjhjds would be very painful.
I raised my eyes to heaven. Ay madre, patience. 🙄
— Madam, this house is marked by the police — they warned.
What did that mean? I don't know. Marked by the police sounded like a crime happened here or something. Or not. The windows and their grim, nay, disturbing appearance...
They were like macabre portals to my own imagination.
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I could already feel a call coming from one of them. A trembling, weak voice, deceptively calling for help.
Yes, misleadingly, we all know what happens in the movies when the protagonist goes to help the one who is supposedly asking for help and suddenly it shows itself.
— No! Put those bad thoughts away. And I... if only... I wanted to go inside, I swear. But now I wonder if my bike hadn't been in the way, would I have made it? Would I have gotten through that door?
The kids also said that an old woman used to live there. That she was still there.
I didn't understand. The house is abandoned. But remember, they see.
