La noche previa a la navidad, era oscura, silenciosa, las luces de los hogares se iban apagando una a una listos para dormir, pero esa noche no todos dormian.
Había algo diferente lo presentia, no sé si era el silencio, la ventisca o sencillamente la ansiedad de que el siguiente día era navidad y que pronto recibiría ese regalo deseado.
Era extraño pero al final me quedé profundamente dormida quizás por un largo rato durante aquella noche, hasta que un frío espeluznante me despertó.
Todo estaba más oscuro y silencioso que lo normal, no sabía exactamente cuánto tiempo había pasado, pero aún era de noche y al asomarme por la ventana observé que aún todos parecían estar dormidos.
Mire en la cama de mi hermana gemela Angela y ella no estaba, pensé quizás que había ido al baño o por un vaso de leche con galletas, porque siempre hacía lo mismo cada noche.
Baje poco a poco las escaleras, titiritando del frío, buscando ver bien en medio de la oscuridad, la chimenea estaba apagada y al bajar las escaleras mis pies se humedecieron con algo viscoso y frío.
Encendí la luz principal y me di cuenta que era un líquido escarlata y el rastro provenía de la sala, aterrada seguí caminando y al llegar al árbolito lo encendí y me di cuenta que ese líquido era sangre y que todo nuestro árbol estaba decorado por partes humanas de mi hermana.
Desgarrada en el suelo al pie del árbol encontré un regalo y al abrirlo este contenía la cabeza de mi hermana, su rostro recogía la expresión más aterradora y dolorosa que jamás había visto y junto a esta tenía un mensaje escrito con su sangre que decia: -Querida Cirangela feliz navidad, con amor Santa-
Aquella noche oscura de terror aprendí que todo lo que deseas puede hacerse realidad en navidad.. 📩📮🎁🎄...
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! [English]
The desired gift for a terrifying Christmas
The night before Christmas was dark and quiet, with the lights in the houses going out one by one, ready for bed, but that night not everyone was asleep.
There was something different in the air, I couldn't tell if it was the silence, the blizzard, or simply the excitement that the next day was Christmas and that I would soon receive that long-awaited gift.
It was strange, but in the end, I fell into a deep sleep, perhaps for a long time that night, until a chilling cold woke me up.
Everything was darker and quieter than usual. I didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but it was still night, and when I looked out the window, I saw that everyone still seemed to be asleep.
I looked at my twin sister Angela's bed and she wasn't there. I thought maybe she had gone to the bathroom or to get a glass of milk and cookies, because she always did the same thing every night.
I slowly went down the stairs, shivering from the cold, trying to see clearly in the darkness. The fireplace was out, and as I went down the stairs, my feet got wet with something slimy and cold.
I turned on the main light and realized it was a scarlet liquid, and the trail led to the living room. Terrified, I kept walking, and when I reached the little tree, I turned it on and realized that the liquid was blood and that our entire tree was decorated with my sister's body parts.
Torn apart on the ground at the foot of the tree, I found a gift, and when I opened it, it contained my sister's head. Her face had the most terrifying and painful expression I had ever seen, and next to it was a message written in her blood that said: “Dear Cirangela, Merry Christmas, with love, Santa.”
On that dark night of terror, I learned that everything you wish for can come true at Christmas... 📩📮🎁🎄...
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Photographs of my authorship taken with my Samsung A10 camera phone, editions Canva.