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Ya no había nada para él aquí. Supo tan pronto como se despertó esa mañana, que algo no estaba bien. Recordó los ruidos de anoche: gemidos, llantos, gritos.
Todo viniendo de arriba. Sonaba como si alguien estuviera siendo torturado. Sabía que eso no era normal.
Trató de despertar a sus padres, pero no se despertaron y estaban cubiertos de sangre. Entonces la vio. Ella estaba parada cerca de la ventana y lo miraba con esos ojos fríos. Su cabello era largo y negro y llevaba un vestido gris.
Ella sonrió cuando lo vio mirándola. Esa sonrisa hizo que su piel se arrastrara. Ella caminó lentamente hacia él. Quería correr pero no podía moverse. Se sintió paralizado. Se detuvo justo antes de que su mano tocara su rostro.
— Hola, querido, dijo con voz espeluznante. — Te he esperado muchos años.
El niño gritó y corrió escaleras abajo. Encontró el cuchillo de cocina en el fregadero. Lo llevó a la sala de estar y se quedó allí temblando. Miró alrededor de la casa. No había dónde esconderse. Este iba a ser el final de él.
Encendió la televisión en un intento desesperado de causar ruido que pudiera distraerla y miró la pantalla durante un par de segundos El único sonido era estático. Volvió a cambiar de canal. Nada. Pasó por todos los canales, una y otra vez. Todos estaban en blanco. Era como si hubiera algún tipo de desconexión del mundo. Estaba aislado.
Escuchó que la puerta se abría detrás de él. Dio vueltas y la vio parada allí. Ella se acercó. Podría usar el cuchillo ahora. Se alejó de ella. Ella se rió de él. Sostuvo el cuchillo con fuerza. Sabía que no podría matarla. Ella se movió más rápido de lo que él creía posible y cayó hacia atrás en el sofá donde observó cómo ella tomaba el cuchillo y lo levantaba por encima de su cabeza.
— Ahora eres mío, como siempre debiste serlo, susurró.
Ella bajó el cuchillo con fuerza contra su cuello. La sangre brotaba por todas partes. Estaba seguro de que se estaba muriendo. Sintió que el calor se extendía por todo su cuerpo.
There was nothing for him here anymore. He knew as soon as he woke up that morning, that something wasn't right. He remembered the noises last night: moaning, crying, screaming.
All coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone was being tortured. He knew that wasn't normal.
He tried to wake his parents but they didn't wake up and they were covered in blood. Then he saw her. She was standing close to the window and was staring down at him with those cold eyes. Her hair was long and black and she wore a gray dress.
She smiled when she saw him looking back at her. That smile made his skin crawl. She walked slowly towards him. He wanted to run but he couldn't move. He felt paralyzed. She stopped just before her hand touched his face.
— Hello, my dear, she said with a creepy voice. — I've waited many years for you.
The boy screamed and ran downstairs. He found the kitchen knife under the sink. He took it into the living room and stood there shaking. He looked around the house. There was nowhere to hide. This was going to be the end of him.
He turned on the television in a desperate attempt to cause noise that could distract her and stared at the screen for a couple of seconds The only sound was static. He switched channels again. Nothing. He went through every channel, over and over. They were all blank. It was as if there was some type of disconnection from the world. He was isolated.
He heard the door open behind him. He spun around and saw her standing there. She came closer. He could use the knife now. He backed away from her. She laughed at him. He held the knife tight. He knew he wouldn't be able to kill her. She moved faster than he thought possible and fell backward onto the couch where he watched as she took the knife and raised it above his head.
— You're mine now, just like you were always meant to be, she whispered.
She brought the blade down hard against his neck. Blood spurted everywhere. He was sure he was dying. He felt warmth spread across his body.
— ¿Por qué? preguntó. — ¿Qué te hice alguna vez? ¿Por qué tuviste que matarme a mí y a mis padres?
Ella se rió. Ella se apartó de él y se puso de pie. — Ahora, querido, lo descubriremos.
Ella lo agarró del brazo y lo arrastró hacia las escaleras. Él luchó por liberarse, pero ella era demasiado fuerte. Él la miró. Ella se rió y lo tiró. Tropezó y cayó. Ella lo atrapó y lo levantó. Pateó y gritó, pero fue inútil. Estaba perdido.
Ella lo llevó arriba y lo arrojó sobre la cama. Aterrizó duro. Ella se acercó y se sentó a su lado. Sostuvo el cuchillo con fuerza. Miró sus ojos fríos.
— Lo siento, hay cosas sobre tu pasado que aún no conoces querido, dijo.
Ella se inclinó cerca de él y le besó la frente. Se estremeció y cerró los ojos. Ella puso su mano sobre su mejilla.
— No te preocupes, haremos que todo sea mejor. Arreglaremos esto juntos. Solo relájate y déjame explicarte todo, susurró.
El niño tenía miedo. Estaba confundido. ¿Qué le estaba pasando? ¿Quién era esta mujer? No quería sufrir más. Quería irse a casa. Quería que su mamá y su papá volvieran. Quería recuperar su vida. Quería volver a dormir y olvidar esta pesadilla. Ella lo estaba besando en la frente. No entendía por qué. Estaba aterrorizado.
Luego sintió que ella lo abrazaba cálidamente. Abrió los ojos y la miró. Ella estaba sonriendo. — Querido, dijo. — Te he estado esperando muchos años.
Luego le explicó lo que realmente sucedió cuando era un bebé. Resultó que quienes él pensaba que eran sus padres eran realmente sus padres adoptivos. Cuando era un bebé mataron accidentalmente a su madre cuando ella cruzaba la calle con el bebé en el cochecito. Era tarde en la noche, no la vieron y la estrellaron con el auto. El cochecito del bebé se salvó milagrosamente por escasos centímetros y, por lo tanto, sobrevivió al accidente. Como tenían miedo de ir a la cárcel, simplemente decidieron llevarse al bebé con ellos y dejar a la mujer muerta en la calle. Le dijeron a todos que lo habían adoptado, incluso presentaron documentos falsos como su nueva identidad.
El espíritu de su verdadera madre estaba tan dolorido que nunca dejó de buscarlo y hacer planes que pudieran permitirle estar con su hijo de una vez por todas. En última instancia, su decisión fue drástica, pero ahora podía estar con su hijo para siempre sin que nadie se lo quitara nunca más.
— Why? he asked. — What did I ever do to you? Why did you have to kill me and my parents?
She laughed. She pushed herself off of him and stood up. — Now, my dear, we'll find out.
She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the stairs. He struggled to break free but she was too strong. He looked back at her. She laughed and pulled him along. He tripped and fell. She caught him and lifted him up. He kicked and screamed but it was useless. He was lost.
She carried him upstairs and threw him on the bed. He landed hard. She walked over and sat down beside him. He held the knife tightly. He looked at her cold eyes.
— I'm sorry, there are things about your past you don't know yet dear, she said.
She leaned close to him and kissed his forehead. He flinched and closed his eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek.
— Don't worry, we'll make everything better. We'll fix this together. Just relax and let me explain everything, she whispered.
The boy was afraid. He was confused. What was happening to him? Who was this woman? He didn't want to suffer anymore. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mommy and daddy back. He wanted his life back. He wanted to go back to sleep and forget this nightmare. She was kissing him on the forehead. He didn't understand why. He was terrified.
Then he felt her hugging him warmly. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling. — My dear, she said. — I've been waiting for you many years.
She then explained to him what really happened when he was a baby. It turned out that who he thought were his parents were really his adoptive parents. When he was a baby they accidentally killed his mother when she was crossing the street with the baby in the stroller. It was late at night, they didn't see her and crashed her with the car. The baby's stroller was miraculously missed by mere centimeters and therefore he survived the accident. Since they were afraid of going to jail, they simply decide to take the baby with them and leave the dead woman in the street. They told everyone they had adopted him, they even produced fake documents as his new identity.
His real mother's spirit was in so much pain that she never stopped looking for him and making plans that could allow her to be with her boy once and for all. Ultimately, her decision was a drastic one, but now she could be with her boy forever with no one taking him away from her ever again.
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