Everything happened six months ago behind, when I receive a call, of my father, so that it was happening a few days with him, name of my father was spring Juan, a big doctor of fame, which he was not imagining, the mystery that there was concealing my father, who is he asks him his fiancés, only he listens, the fortune of my dad, it was not coming from his exercise of doctor, but from another practice, alone which I ask god, to erase of my mind, which I saw with my own eyes, to an executioner without breath of the life, on having come, everything a marvel, it was me who was in house of my dad and working, in the mornings we were going out to walking and having breakfast together. What seemed to me strange, that my father you were going out the days, that was not of guard in the clinic and was looking for a thing in his cupboard, but importance does not take it.
The days continued, without so many relevancy, and I find my dad, seeing the news, in which he was saying, that what goes of the week, they found to several bodies with, a very mysterious death next to his house, what I am astonished it was the comment that my father made, they are a person that they do not value his time as his life, I went out a little bit to walking, and in pair of hour return to house, I feel like the house was full of mysteries, the very heavy ambience, I approach the room of my dad, see in his table at night a mysterious clock of sand, it is seen that it is very ancient, it seemed that voices were going out from his interior, I am provoked to give him return to see how it works, in the moment that I am going to take it, my father comes, it shouts me suéltalo, it faltered, ask him that it was happening, he said nothing to me, do not touch it again, and it closed his room. I wonder, which will be the mystery of this harmful clock of sand, go to hope that my father should come of working and today guard does not have, surely that it is going to go out, I will feign that I am sleeping, to know once for everything, that it conceals. The night came covering everything with darkness take care of her, I feel that I come already, I will do to myself the sleep, it opens the door of my room, sees me that I am put to bed in a deep sleep, really it goes out again, with a purse in the hand, which will be what he hides, he will hope that it should go out of house, so that he does not suspect, that I am not going to go out to after him.
Following the passage, it takes more than five blocks, coming to a zone much evicted with misery, I hide in a corner, since it notices that he saw for all sides, manage to see that it takes of the hand an indigent poor person and takes it to an alley, as if it was going to give him something, since I could manage bring me over more that I could, I managed to have a good sight, my astonishment is that, of the purse the horrific clock of sand extracts, one gives it to the poor man and he says to him, that back that it will give him fortune, the poor man turns of side the clock, in the moment that begins to fall down the sand of the clock, the destitute person, begins the meat falls down and to same, on having finished in little minutes the clock, moment to dry off, as if it was turning in a mummy of meat and bone, stopped, absorbing the soul of this person, the most macabre of his mouth, the corpse votes for a few golden coins, my god this does not happen; I went out running as I could, to look for my thing and to move away from the killer of my father.
Come, he is not, I gather all my things, on having come to the door of exit I am my dad in the whole front, he says to me where you go to, alone I go away, far from you, for whom my beautiful daughter does it, I do not controlled myself said to him, continued and saw you as you killed this poor man with this harmful clock of sand, the affected father sits down and puts on the purse on the flat, come my daughter will tell you as it began everything, he remembers the trip that I did three years ago to the Cairo in Egypt, I visited all you astonish her that they have the half east, in the step I obtain a shop of antiquities, it were where I saw the clock of sand, the proprietor did not want to sell it to me, but I paid to him a sum that it could not push back, before of going away of the shop, asked him that it was meaning, which it had inscribed in rim, he answered me that he says, the souls covered in the sand of the time, and another question you made it, I did not do it, the vales of the dead persons found this clock.
On having come to house, my daughter, I kept on investigating on the appliance, until he manages to know why it serves, it takes the life from them and absorbs the soul to whom it turns the sand of the time, getting coins of oros for every soul that one offers him to sand clock, as a condemnation, I have used it with, vagrants, villains, persons with terminal illness, with his souls I have done my fortune and your future my daughter, but dad you turned into an executioner moved away from god, I moved away from god the day that your mother died, but I continue that I saw.
The most ironic of so many discussion with my father, they touch to the door, me father be going to see the one who is, I am astonished two men rushed forward with my father, to my person, they were saying to him where he was hiding the money, he was saying that his room had it kept in, they all checked the house, they did not find anything, took me of the hands, shot in the stomach, I collapsed to the soil, my father of meeting as I was dying, he says to him in purse of the soil that they should take it, villain they extracted the clock, they made debit happy to be worth a fortune, until one of them turns it, and other takes it of the hand, they shouted, recovering already almost I saw like the clock was consuming the villains taking his souls, drying his bodies, going out of his stinking mouth more golden coins, my father raises me says to me, that he is going to save as he costs, seizes the clock and says that capture my life as price of the life of my this daughter will be my reward, me souls to be in the sand of the time, the man turns the clock, it begins to crumble as dust to my front, my healthy wound and raises me filling with life and I fall down to the soil on having fallen down the last grain of sand of the clock, call the police on the crime, they took it as a theft and in self-defense.
An hour Carlos, you value your time to be next to me, remain calm, leave you of bad games, say to me that I happen with the clock, the clock is hidden to where it does not hurt. That seems to you if we go out to walking, good give him my love that time is money.
