Aquella navidad parecía que algo o alguien quisiera detenerla, la nieve comenzaba a caer de prisa y ese frio particular helaba mis huesos, siempre veía esta época entre la luz y la sombra.
Mi abuela solía contarme historias en la primera nevada donde según regresaban criaturas de la noche y se convertían en las sombras de aquellos hogares, teniendo así vida propia, una noche dejo de contarme aquello que ya habitaba en mi alma.
Mamá siempre insistía en qué debíamos decorar, hornear un pavo y preparar el mejor ponche, pero desde aquella navidad no quería sentarme a la mesa a celebrar.
Nunca olvidaré aquellas pezuñas y aquellas uñas largas y afiladas que se llevaron consigo a mi pequeño hermano Reus, era difícil de entender que había pasado, pero ese algo extraño me había quitado parte de mí, aquella bestia cruda, viseral y salvaje quien se encargaba de recordar que la humanidad vive entre luz y sombra.
Mi padre murió la siguiente navidad, en las mismas circunstancias después que mi hermano desapareció mi mamá quedó en un estado de depresión, he intentaba cada año olvidar lo que había sucedido con decoraciones excesivas en casa.
Sin embargo yo nunca podía olvidar, cada lucecita y cada villancico me hacían recordar lo que había sucedido, ese rastro de rojo escarlata en la nieve, me hacia palpitar de forma acelerada y sin duda me hacia odiar la navidad.
Pero mi madre insistía, así que fui por un abeto, luces y un enorme frosty para el tejado, aquella navidad parecía otra, pero en realidad era una historia que nunca terminaba.
Aquella tarde la ventisca estaba fuerte, así que fui rápido al bosque por algo de leña para la chimenea, al llegar a casa el olor a pavo horneado impregnaba el ambiente y ese olor a canela era agradable.
Pero entre estás dos aromas había un hedor que me hacía familiar, al llegar a la sala solté la madera, ví sentado en el sofá aquella extraña criatura, sus pezuñas se clavaban en la alfombra y sus uñas se veían puntiagudas en sus dedos.
Intenté correr por mi hacha pero está bestia infernal se levantó rápidamente, me agarró por el cuello y al mirarme supe que se trataba de mi madre quien me dijo; -esta navidad es tú turno-.
Sus ojos se veían vacíos, sin alma, no podía creer que todo el tiempo estuvo hay tan cerca aquella bestia que se había llevado a mis seres amados, pero mi luz se había dormido y ya no cargaba con mis responsabilidades.
Así que la bestia al ver mi alma sin remordimientos se debilitó y yo arranqué su corazón con mis manos y lo guarde en aquella pequeña caja de madera junto al de mi hermano y el de mi padre, lo deje bajo el árbolito y me senté frente a la chimenea a disfrutar de aquella sangrienta navidad.
Ya no habría castigo para mí, hace mucho tiempo que había abandonado mi camino, durante esas noches largas del invierno, cuando la nieve cubria los caminos y todos dormian en silencio, esperaba sigiloso al krampus cada navidad y el nunca llegaba a mi hogar a despertar mi conciencia.
Si observas bien por la ventana verás mis pezuñas y mis uñas largas y puntiagudas, también escucharás las campanas que anuncian que ya es navidad, así que ten cuidado vete a dormir, porque el ayudante oscuro ya anda sonando sus cadenas por allí....porque no todas las historias de navidad son luminosas y no todos los niños se portan bien al esperar al viejo barbudo del saco rojo.
! [English]
The dark visitor
That Christmas, it seemed as if something or someone wanted to stop it. The snow began to fall quickly, and that particular cold froze my bones. I always saw this time of year as being between light and shadow.
My grandmother used to tell me stories about the first snowfall, when creatures of the night would return and become the shadows of those homes, taking on a life of their own. One night, she stopped telling me what already lived in my soul.
Mom always insisted that we should decorate, bake a turkey, and prepare the best punch, but since that Christmas, I didn't want to sit at the table to celebrate.
I will never forget those hooves and those long, sharp nails that took my little brother Reus away. It was difficult to understand what had happened, but that strange thing had taken a part of me, that raw, visceral, and savage beast that was responsible for reminding us that humanity lives between light and shadow.
My father died the following Christmas, in the same circumstances. After my brother disappeared, my mother fell into a state of depression, and every year she tried to forget what had happened with excessive decorations at home.
However, I could never forget. Every little light and every Christmas carol reminded me of what had happened, that trail of scarlet red in the snow made my heart race and undoubtedly made me hate Christmas.
But my mother insisted, so I went out to get a fir tree, lights, and a huge Frosty for the roof. That Christmas seemed different, but in reality, it was a story that never ended.
That afternoon, the blizzard was strong, so I quickly went to the forest to get some firewood for the fireplace. When I got home, the smell of roasted turkey filled the air, and the scent of cinnamon was pleasant.
But between these two aromas, there was a familiar stench. When I got to the living room, I dropped the wood and saw that strange creature sitting on the sofa, its hooves digging into the carpet and its claws looking sharp on its fingers.
I tried to run for my axe, but this hellish beast quickly got up, grabbed me by the neck, and when I looked at it, I knew it was my mother, who said to me, “This Christmas, it's your turn.”
Her eyes looked empty, soulless. I couldn't believe that all this time, the beast that had taken my loved ones away had been so close, but my light had fallen asleep and I was no longer carrying my responsibilities.
However, I could never forget. Every little light and every Christmas carol reminded me of what had happened, that trail of scarlet red in the snow made my heart race and undoubtedly made me hate Christmas.
But my mother insisted, so I went out to get a fir tree, lights, and a huge Frosty for the roof. That Christmas seemed different, but in reality, it was a story that never ended.
That afternoon, the blizzard was strong, so I quickly went to the forest to get some firewood for the fireplace. When I got home, the smell of roasted turkey filled the air, and the scent of cinnamon was pleasant.
But between these two aromas, there was a familiar stench. When I got to the living room, I dropped the wood and saw that strange creature sitting on the sofa, its hooves digging into the carpet and its claws looking sharp on its fingers.
I tried to run for my axe, but this hellish beast quickly got up, grabbed me by the neck, and when I looked at it, I knew it was my mother, who said to me, “This Christmas, it's your turn.”
Her eyes looked empty, soulless. I couldn't believe that all this time, the beast that had taken my loved ones away had been so close, but my light had fallen asleep and I was no longer carrying my responsibilities.
However, I could never forget. Every little light and every Christmas carol reminded me of what had happened, that trail of scarlet red in the snow made my heart race and undoubtedly made me hate Christmas.
But my mother insisted, so I went out to get a fir tree, lights, and a huge Frosty for the roof. That Christmas seemed different, but in reality, it was a story that never ended.
That afternoon, the blizzard was strong, so I quickly went to the forest to get some firewood for the fireplace. When I got home, the smell of roasted turkey filled the air, and the scent of cinnamon was pleasant.
But between these two aromas, there was a familiar stench. When I got to the living room, I dropped the wood and saw that strange creature sitting on the sofa, its hooves digging into the carpet and its claws looking sharp on its fingers.
I tried to run for my axe, but this hellish beast quickly got up, grabbed me by the neck, and when I looked at it, I knew it was my mother, who said to me, “This Christmas, it's your turn.”
Her eyes looked empty, soulless. I couldn't believe that all this time, the beast that had taken my loved ones away had been so close, but my light had fallen asleep and I was no longer carrying my responsibilities.
So when the beast saw my remorseless soul, it weakened, and I ripped out its heart with my bare hands and stored it in that little wooden box next to my brother's and my father's. I left it under the little tree and sat in front of the fireplace to enjoy that bloody Christmas.
There would be no punishment for me now. I had long since abandoned my path. During those long winter nights, when snow covered the roads and everyone slept in silence, I waited stealthily for Krampus every Christmas, but he never came to my home to awaken my conscience.
If you look closely through the window, you will see my hooves and my long, pointed nails, and you will also hear the bells announcing that it is Christmas, so be careful and go to sleep, because the dark helper is already rattling his chains out there... because not all Christmas stories are bright, and not all children behave well while waiting for the old bearded man in the red sack.
Extiendo mi invitación a mi amiga
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quizas tenga alguna historia de terror que nos sorprenda está navidad...
Extiendo mi invitación a mi amiga
Photographs of my authorship taken with my Samsung A10 camera phone.