El cantar de los pájaros se confunde con el “plink, plink” de las gotas al caer y Colette parece mirar al vacio mientras el dulce sonido de la sangre drenando de Ligia en el cuarto de atrás, parece darle sentido a su sonrisa algo irónica opaca de la tristeza reflejada en sus ojos.
Las imágenes pasan por su cabeza de manera aleatoria y al mirarse en el reflejo del pequeño charco a su derecha le permite recordar la noche en que simplemente supo que debía apoderarse de ella.
Era la víctima perfecta, dulce, callada, foránea, una empleada nocturna del hospital central, que disfrutaba cada mañana pasearse por el campo y por la tardes practicaba en RisingStar.
No era extraño verla sonreír, la lujuria impregnaba su rostro cuando miraba a su maestro de música, quien se creía que era, recién llegada y talentosa, en su mente podía sentir como si la escuchara pedirle a gritos acabar con la existencia de esta sucia pelirroja.
Fue tan fácil atraerla a la casa y hacerle creer que practicarían basta con alabar su talento, la muy imbécil parecía conforme con todo, cualquiera diría que es un muy humilde mujer, pero ella sabía que no .
Mientras limpiaba los utensilios llenos de sangre Colette pensaba en su hermana Nina aún parecía escuchar el sonido de su bajo en la casa, ella no era una asesina pero necesitaba ser la asesina perfecta y ofrecer cada alma a Zareh, el rey celta que según el libro de su padre le devolvería a Nina.
Mientras toma el portarretrato y mira la foto de su hermana, un zumbido que se convierte en silbido parece aturdirla, trata de levantar la vista pero una imagen parece romper lo que conoce como realidad, sus manos están con heridas y al enfocar la fotografía en sus manos está ella aturdida bañada en sangre y moviéndose de manera muy extraña.
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Nina decide subir las escaleras se siente cansada y quiere dormir, al llegar a su habitación, comienza a buscar el libro de Zareh, todos los día debía leerlo o eso decía la voz que escuchaba todas las noches desde el bosque.
El ritual afirmaba que Zareh el dios del inframundo, le prometí a los incautos que con 13 muertes, 7 festines preparados con partes del cuerpo y un ruego a la luna, el alma de fallecido regresaría.
Colette busca entre los libros de su difunta hermana. La luz parpadea, creando sombras inquietantes en las paredes. Finalmente, encuentra un libro antiguo con una cubierta de cuero desgastado. Al abrirlo, descubre una página con una escritura extraña y símbolos que no reconoce.
Colette siente un escalofrío al leer la página en sus manos las palabras. "Perfección... Resurrección... Piel..." Repite las palabras en voz baja, cada vez con más intensidad. Sus ojos se vuelven vidriosos mientras una sonrisa siniestra se dibuja en su rostro y como todas las noches entra en un sueño profundo.
Colette abre los ojos, al mirar a un lado luego de un leve zumbido escucha un grito que lo hace voltear al otro lado, trata de despertarte pero no puede una fuerza lo mantiene sujeto a la cama, trata de gritar pero su voz no sale y cuando cree que va a despertar un espectro se situa encima de ella, recitando palabras en un idioma que no logra reconocer.
Comienza a desesperarse ve como las ventanas comienza temblar siente pasos, y un miedo terrible, el espectro comienza a rasgar su piel y cuando por fin logra salir su voz, de su boca la sangre parece asfixiarla, el espectro acerca su cara a ella y puede verlo de manera más clara hasta que pierde el conocimiento.
Una voz logra sacar a Colette de la pesadilla más terrible de su vida, ahora entendía el precio del éxtasis que le comenzaba a provocar matar.
Su hermana estaba junto a su cama, ella no entendía aún faltaba mucho para completar el ritual pero se sintió tranquila cuando la escucho tararear la canción de su infancia mientras bajaban las escaleras.
Su vecina Margarita había preparado el desayuno para ellas, mientras ingresaba a la cocina comenzó sentir una sensación incomoda en su pie, al mirarla parecía bien pero las risas de Margarita y su hermana la hicieron sentir un mareo que al mirar su pie, lo vio todo putrefacto, sin embargo, un llamado de su Nina la hizo despertar.
Al tomar la taza de café observó como el espejo de la esquina enfocaba a su hermana de frente y el reflejo señalaba un cadáver con aparente movimiento.
Inmediatamente se apresuró a quitar antes que Margarita la viera, no quería que nadie supiera de su trato, nadie le arrancaría a su hermana.
Los días pasaron y Colette compartía con Nina, se dedicó a retirar todos los espejos, evitaba que algo empañara su felicidad, y ella parecía no darse cuenta de nada, eso era lo más importante.
Por las noches luchaba con la necesidad de sangre, sudores nocturnos, fiebre e incluso la incómoda sensación de que su piel le dolía o incomodaba, pero ya tenía a su hermana, no era un asesina pero ya no necesitaba nada más.
El libro todas las noches también parecía atormentarla, era como si un corazón latiendo se escondiera en él.
El día del festival llegó y Nina insistía con ir al pueblo, y en un arrebato lo llevó a la iglesia donde todos se congregaban.
En la iglesia del pueblo solo había 10 personas sentadas, y al entrar todos voltearon a mirarlo, Nina a su lado comenzó a recitar un canto en un idioma extraño mientras su cabeza parecía hacer unos movimientos extraños.
Colette no entendía nada, así que optó por correr directo a cada el libro tendría respuestas.
Mientras corría invocó a un ángel para que la ayudara, lo había visto en un libro de magía blanca el ángel apareció pero solo se burló y se negó a ayudarla.
Colette llegó corriendo a su hogar y solo reconoció la fachada, cuando ingresó todo estaba en ruinas y subir a su habitación encontró el libro.
Corrió hacia el desesperada, pero fue arrojada a estar frente a un espejo, en el miró como su cuerpo parecía podrido y se desmembraba por trozos de piel, intentaba gritar pero nada salía, intentó moverse pero el espectro con que soñó hace noches tomaba los trozos de su piel y se los comía.
De la nada Nina, apareció y a su lado todos los que había matado le explicó, que Colette era parte de un ritual que su madre había desencadenado al tenerlas y matar a su padre, ya que su abuela era bruja.
Colette no entendía y luego recordó como por celos acabó con la vida de su hermana cuando eran adolescentes y como ahora estaba atrapada en ese pueblo.
Nina reía entendiendo que Colette vivía su infierno nuevamente, su castigo por nacer, por ser una asesina, hoy le tocaba complacer a Zareh así que el espectro la desmembrara capa por capa, ojalá no gritara tanto como la vez pasada, el infierno de por si es ruidoso.
Esta es la adaptación a una historia de mi autoría.
The chirping of birds mingles with the “plink, plink” of falling drops and Colette seems to stare into the void as the sweet sound of Ligia's blood draining in the back room seems to make sense of her somewhat ironic smile opaque from the sadness reflected in her eyes.
Images flash randomly through his head and looking at himself in the reflection of the small puddle to his right allows him to remember the night he simply knew he had to take her over.
She was the perfect victim, sweet, quiet, outsider, a night clerk at the central hospital, who enjoyed every morning strolling through the countryside and in the evenings practicing at RisingStar.
It was not strange to see her smile, lust permeated her face as she looked at her music teacher, who did she think she was, newly arrived and talented, in his mind he could feel as if he could hear her screaming for him to end this dirty redhead's existence.
It was so easy to lure her into the house and make her believe that they would practice just by praising her talent, the very imbecile seemed content with everything, anyone would say that she is a very humble woman, but she knew better.
While cleaning the utensils full of blood Colette thought of her sister Nina still seemed to hear the sound of her bass in the house, she was not a murderer but she needed to be the perfect killer and offer every soul to Zareh, the Celtic king that according to her father's book would return Nina to her.
As she picks up the picture frame and looks at the picture of her sister, a buzzing sound that turns into a hissing sound seems to stun her, she tries to look up but an image seems to break what she knows as reality, her hands are with wounds and as she focuses the picture on her hands she is dazed bathed in blood and moving in a very strange way.
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Nina decides to go upstairs, she feels tired and wants to sleep, when she gets to her room, she begins to look for Zareh's book, every day she should read it or so said the voice she heard every night from the forest.
The ritual stated that Zareh, the god of the underworld, promised the unwary that with 13 deaths, 7 feasts prepared with body parts and a prayer to the moon, the soul of the deceased would return.
Colette searches through her late sister's books. The light flickers, creating eerie shadows on the walls. Finally, she finds an antique book with a worn leather cover. Opening it, she discovers a page with strange writing and symbols she doesn't recognize.
Colette feels a shiver as she reads the page in her hands the words. “Perfection... Resurrection... Skin...” She repeats the words softly, more and more intensely. Her eyes glaze over as a sinister smile creeps across her face and like every night she enters a deep sleep.
Colette opens her eyes, when she looks to the side after a slight buzzing sound she hears a scream that makes her turn to the other side, she tries to wake up but she can't, a force holds her to the bed, she tries to scream but her voice doesn't come out and when she thinks she is going to wake up a specter is above her, reciting words in a language she doesn't recognize.
She begins to despair, she sees how the windows begin to shake, she feels footsteps, and a terrible fear, the specter begins to tear her skin and when she finally manages to get out her voice, blood seems to suffocate her mouth, the specter brings her face closer to her and she can see it more clearly until she loses consciousness.
A voice manages to pull Colette out of the most terrible nightmare of her life, now she understood the price of the ecstasy that killing was beginning to provoke.
Her sister was next to her bed, she did not understand it was still a long way to complete the ritual but she felt calm when she heard her humming the song of her childhood while they went downstairs.
Her neighbor Margarita had prepared breakfast for them, as she entered the kitchen she began to feel an uncomfortable sensation in her foot, when she looked at it it seemed fine but the laughter of Margarita and her sister made her feel dizzy and when she looked at her foot, she saw it all rotten, however, a call from her Nina made her wake up.
As she took the cup of coffee she observed how the mirror in the corner focused on her sister from the front and the reflection pointed to a corpse with apparent movement.
She immediately hurried to remove it before Marguerite saw it, she didn't want anyone to know about her treatment, no one would tear her sister away from her.
Days passed and Colette shared with Nina, she dedicated herself to remove all the mirrors, she prevented anything to tarnish her happiness, and she seemed not to notice anything, that was the most important thing.
At night she struggled with the need for blood, night sweats, fever and even the uncomfortable feeling that her skin hurt or made her uncomfortable, but she already had her sister, she wasn't a killer but she didn't need anything else anymore.
The book every night also seemed to haunt her, it was as if a beating heart was hiding in it.
The day of the festival arrived and Nina insisted on going to the village, and in an outburst she took him to the church where everyone was congregating.
In the village church there were only 10 people seated, and when they entered everyone turned to look at him, Nina at his side began to recite a chant in a strange language while her head seemed to make strange movements.
Colette didn't understand anything, so she chose to run straight to where the book would have answers.
As she ran she summoned an angel to help her, she had seen it in a book of white magic the angel appeared but only mocked and refused to help her.
Colette came running to her home and only recognized the facade, when she entered everything was in ruins and going up to her room she found the book.
She ran towards it in desperation, but she was thrown in front of a mirror, in the mirror she saw how her body seemed rotten and dismembered by pieces of skin, she tried to scream but nothing came out, she tried to move but the specter she dreamed of nights ago took the pieces of her skin and ate them.
Out of nowhere Nina, appeared and next to her all those she had killed explained to her, that Colette was part of a ritual that her mother had triggered by having them and killing her father, since her grandmother was a witch.
Colette didn't understand and then remembered how out of jealousy she ended her sister's life when they were teenagers and how she was now trapped in that town.
Nina laughed understanding that Colette was living her hell again, her punishment for being born, for being a murderer, today it was her turn to please Zareh so the specter would dismember her layer by layer, hopefully she wouldn't scream as much as last time, hell is noisy.
This is the adaptation of a story I wrote for a short film that I will make with some classmates as part of the Film Language course and I wanted to share it with you, I hope you liked it.
Later I will publish the filming process and I hope you join me in the process.
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Diseño y edición realizados en Canva.
Fotografías de mi propiedad tomadas con Infinix Note 40.
La traducción se realizó con DeepL.
Design and editing done in Canva.
Photographs of my property taken with Infinix Note 40.
Translation done with DeepL.
