Daniel recibió una carta sin remitente. Era una nota corta: "No salgas de casa hoy."
Desconcertado, desestimó la advertencia. Tenía que ser una broma. Ignorándola, salió como cualquier otro día y caminó hasta la tienda.
De regreso, se detuvo en seco. Justo en la esquina de su casa había ocurrido un terrible accidente. Un coche se había estrellado violentamente contra un poste. Un grupo de curiosos se había reunido alrededor, murmurando entre ellos. Los paramédicos ya estaban en el lugar, pero sus rostros confirmaban lo peor: el conductor no había sobrevivido.
Daniel sintió un escalofrío recorrer su espalda. Se acercó lentamente, su corazón latiendo con fuerza. Algo lo inquietaba de manera inexplicable. Entonces, al mirar el reflejo en la ventana destrozada del auto, su sangre se congeló.
Era su propio rostro.
El pánico lo invadió y corrió de regreso a su casa. Entró apresurado, con el pulso acelerado, sintiendo que algo estaba terriblemente mal. Pero su alivio duró poco.
Sobre la mesa había otra carta. No estaba allí cuando salió.
Con las manos temblorosas, la abrió. El mensaje era corto, igual que el anterior:
"Te lo advertí."
Un sudor frío cubrió su frente. ¿Se suponía que debía haber muerto? ¿Cómo había escapado de su destino?
De repente, alguien llamó a la puerta. Tres golpes lentos y pesados.
Daniel se quedó paralizado. No esperaba visitas. Dio un paso hacia la puerta con cautela. Entonces, vio su reflejo en el espejo del pasillo.
Solo que, por un instante, no se movió al mismo tiempo que él.
Los golpes sonaron de nuevo.
Pero esta vez, venían desde dentro de la casa.
English
Daniel received a letter with no return address. It was a short note: "Do not leave the house today."
Confused, he dismissed the warning. It had to be a joke. Ignoring it, he went about his day as usual, stepping out to buy a few things at the store.
On his way back, he stopped abruptly. Just a few steps from his house, a terrible accident had occurred. A car had crashed violently into a streetlight at the very corner of his home. Curious onlookers gathered, whispering among themselves. The paramedics were already there, but their expressions confirmed the worst—the driver had not survived.
Daniel’s breath caught in his throat as he approached the wreckage. His heart pounded harder with each step. When he glanced at the shattered window of the car, his blood ran cold. Reflected in the broken glass was his own face.
Panic surged through him, and he ran back to his house. His hands trembled as he unlocked the door and rushed inside. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but his relief was short-lived.
Sitting on his table was another letter. It hadn’t been there before.
With shaking fingers, he picked it up and unfolded it. The message was short, just like before:
"I warned you."
A chill crawled up his spine. Was he supposed to be dead? Had he somehow escaped fate?
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the silent house. Slow. Deliberate. Three times.
Daniel turned toward the door, hesitating. He wasn’t expecting anyone. As he stepped closer, his own reflection in the hallway mirror flickered—just for a second.
The knock came again.
But this time, it was coming from inside the house.