"Las pesadillas son pedazos de existencias premonitorias"
"Nightmares are pieces of premonitory existences"
—Camilo Torres
El cazador
En los pueblos siempre existen creencias de seres misteriosos que perturban a los pobladores.
James, vivía en la ciudad, pero siempre visitaba a sus abuelos que se encontraban en aquel legendario pueblo llamado Ospino, específicamente en las serranías de dicha localidad.
Al estar con ellos, decidía salir a cazar a la montaña, era un hobby y un desestresante para él, andar corriendo junto a los perros por aquellas grandes y espesas arboledas donde era fácil perderse, pero sabía que los sabuesos tenían como un radar que los ubicaba siempre. Confiando en el olfato de sus compañeros, se adentraba en esa montaña enorme, sin miedo a pesar de oír en el pueblo muchas historias paranormales que ocurrían allí.
Su pasión por la cacería no dio oportunidad a pensar en ello, corría montaña adentro tras un ciervo de diez puntas en su cornamenta, le parecía que volaba por los aires tras los perros, sus ladridos eran adrenalina a su cuerpo, que lo impulsaban a seguir.
Pero el venado corría, a una velocidad que le era insostenible, los perros iban tras su rastro, pero James no aguantó aquella carrera, así que se quedó relegado. Al bordear un peñasco gigantesco, oyó el ladrar de los canes a lo lejos, bajó por un desfiladero hasta llegar a una quebrada a tomar agua, sediento se agachaba a saciar su sed, cuando miró quebrada abajo vio a una mujer desnuda de espalda hacia él, se restregó los ojos para estar seguro de lo que veía, “es imposible que alguien ande por aquí y menos una mujer", pensó.
Le quiso silbar, pero mejor le habló, al no tener respuesta, le gritó, pero la mujer permanecía inmóvil. Recordó los cuentos de espantos y su cuerpo se erizó por completo, sintió que su cabeza explotaba de los nervios y echó a correr, pero estaba como anclado al suelo, miró de nuevo a la mujer y esta se fue girando lentamente, su rostro era horrible, comenzó a emitir sonidos raros. De repente se colocó en cuatro patas y corrió hacia James, con la cabeza girada, él quedó petrificado por un instante, pero luego pudo correr y en tres saltos salió de la quebrada. Desorientado corría en dirección de los perros que se oían a lo lejos y mientras corría, oía gritos, llantos, alaridos y veía diferentes espectros que buscaban agarrarlo; recordó que su abuelo Juan, le había dado un crucifijo, lo tomó entre sus manos y rezaba con desespero. Todo se oscureció, sentía latigazos en su cuerpo, parecía que las ramas de los árboles y los bejucos que colgaban, buscaban agarrarlo también, pero no detenía su carrera, quería salir de aquel infierno, pero se encontró con un inmenso lobo, tomó la escopeta, apuntó a la bestia y disparó, pero no le hizo nada. Los ojos del animal brillaban y de su hocico salía una baba espesa, estaba poseído, cargó de nuevo la escopeta y le acertó el tiro en la frente: el animal cayó. El cazador curioso quiso verlo de cerca, no era un lobo normal, aquel licántropo le dio la certeza a James que aquello no era normal.
James escuchó un tropel de bestias, se hizo la cruz y emprendió de nuevo la carrera, en tanto los árboles se convertían en un huracán ensordecedor, ya no escuchó a los perros y sabía que estaba solo. No se atrevía a mirar hacia atrás, por miedo a lo que iba tras él.
Divisó una claridad a lo lejos y corrió hacia allí, tuvo fe que podría salir de aquel infierno tan horrible, tomó una vereda, pero al final lo esperaba el ciervo aquel por el que comenzó aquella aventura de cazar, frenó y tomó la escopeta apuntándole, el venado se queda viéndolo fijo y mientras sus miradas se cruzaban se iba transformando en un demonio, sus ojos eran de fuego, su caramera era afilada cual daga, caminaba lento, seguro hacia el cazador, quien suelta el disparo y todo se hace un destello de luz.
Su abuela lo llama y le hace saber que un haz de luz del sol le pega en el rostro, despierta asustado y siente alivio al ver que todo no fue más, sino una horrible pesadilla.
The hunter
In the towns there are always beliefs of mysterious beings that disturb the villagers, this is one of those stories.
James lived in the city, but he always visited his grandparents who were in that legendary town called Ospino, specifically in the mountains of that locality.
When he was with them, he decided to go hunting in the mountains, it was a hobby and a stress reliever for him, running with the dogs through those large and thick groves where it was easy to get lost, but he knew that the hounds had like a radar that always located them. Trusting in the sense of smell of his companions, he would go into that huge mountain without fear, despite hearing in town many paranormal stories that occurred there.
His passion for hunting gave him no chance to think about it, he ran into the mountain after a deer with ten points on its antlers, it seemed to him that he was flying through the air after the dogs, their barks were adrenaline to his body, which drove him to follow.
But the deer was running, at a speed that was unbearable, the dogs were on his trail, but James could not stand that race, so he was left behind. As he skirted a gigantic rock, he heard the barking of the dogs in the distance, he went down a gorge until he reached a creek to drink water, thirsty he bent down to quench his thirst, when he looked down the creek saw a naked woman with her back to him, he rubbed his eyes to be sure of what he saw, "it is impossible for someone to be around here, let alone a woman," he thought.
He wanted to whistle at her, but it was better to talk to her, when he had no answer, he shouted at her, but the woman remained motionless. He remembered the scary stories and his body bristled completely, he felt his head explode with nerves and he started to run, but he was as if anchored to the ground, he looked at the woman again and she slowly turned around, her face was horrible, she started to make strange sounds. Suddenly she got on all fours and ran towards James, her head turned, he was petrified for an instant, but then he was able to run and in three jumps he was out of the river. Disoriented he ran in the direction of the dogs that could be heard in the distance and as he ran, he heard screams, cries, screams and saw different specters that sought to grab him; he remembered that his grandfather John, had given him a crucifix, he took it in his hands and prayed with desperation. Everything became dark, he felt whips in his body, it seemed that the branches of the trees and the vines that were hanging, were trying to grab him too, but he did not stop his run, he wanted to get out of that hell, but he met an immense wolf, he took the shotgun, aimed at the beast and shot, but it did not do anything to him. The animal's eyes were shining and a thick drool was coming out of its muzzle, it was possessed, he loaded the shotgun again and shot it in the forehead: the animal fell. The curious hunter wanted to take a closer look, it was not a normal wolf, that lycanthrope gave James the certainty that this was not normal.
James heard a troop of beasts, he made the cross and started running again, while the trees became a deafening hurricane, he no longer heard the dogs and he knew he was alone. He dared not look back, for fear of what was after him.
He saw a clarity in the distance and ran towards it, he had faith that he could get out of that horrible hell, he took a path, but at the end the deer with which he started that hunting adventure was waiting for him, he stopped and took the shotgun aimed at him, the deer stared at him and as their gazes met he was transforming into a demon, his eyes were of fire, his face sharp as a dagger, he walked slowly, surely towards the hunter, who releases a shot and everything becomes a flash of light.
His grandmother calls him and warns him that a ray of sunlight hits him in the face, he wakes up frightened and feels relief to see that everything was no more, but a horrible nightmare.
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Yenny Aldazora
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