THE CASTLE OF TERROR
(humorous tale of fear, a tribute to Bela Lugosi)
quite some time I needed a vacation and, finally, after some discussion with another my bosses, I could convince them to give me a license in one week and decided to get away as possible from the bustle and noise of the city's scandalous. They were already too many troubles of every day.
Determined to make the most of those well-deserved days off and rest, I took the car and went to a distant provincial town, where no doubt relieved to breathe and rest in peace. I had heard very good things that people unknown and lost, so it seemed good to go there to rest and find out for myself. It was a barely inhabited, very quiet and picturesque.
Thanks to the recommendation of a friend, I could stay at the only hostel in the population, called "Casa Inés", although none of the people who ran it was called Agnes, which did not stop surprising. The hostel had whitewashed walls and was a three-story house with few rooms, but clean and well arranged. I was lucky that gave me the saw, so that the views were wonderful. What sunsets enjoyed delicious!
Everything flowed peacefully until one night, the third happened in the village, it occurred to me to ask for some old castle, during my solitary walks about the place he had seen on the outskirts of town. It was the hostel owner, Don Facundo, who told me that the castle had belonged to a farmer in the neighboring town, but was abandoned for many years.
"However," whispered Don Facundo, "Some nights we heard noises in the castle and we saw lights turning off and on as if by magic. In any case nobody wants to risk a nighttime stroll around Castle and, of course, I would not recommend it. "
Stung by an insane given my natural curiosity and adventurous nature, I resolved to stop by the castle. If you were deserted, nothing could happen. And if someone lived in it, time was because it was discovered.
Uploaded on a bike that had given me, it did not take half an hour to reach the limits of the castle. The tower was demolished and its ruinous mole seemed to shout at the sky with a bleak sadness.
The wind howling and the owls troubled me for several minutes. Recovered from the shock, I took my flashlight and decided to go into the castle. The gate, old and dilapidated, did not offer any resistance. I went in and before my eyes I could see a spacious room filled with dust, cobwebs and junk everywhere. In front of me, a staircase led upstairs and I could not resist the temptation to climb it.
The upstairs was not in top condition. The total darkness just allowed me to distinguish some forms of others, but it was a cluster of antiques, dirt and old furniture.
Suddenly I heard a strange noise. A door creaked and a few steps, the steps of a stranger who came toward me! There was someone in the castle ... His heart began to latirme me tight and accelerated breathing. The steps were getting closer!
a bundle of nerves, I dropped the flashlight to the ground. Then I noticed how a cold hand touched my back. I screamed and tried to run from that ghostly apparition, but she stopped me and led me into the room from which it came.
the faint of candles, I envision the room where lived the strange, comprising an old table, a chair upholstered in green Gaunt and a coffin that was making a bed. Everywhere there leftover food and the air we breathed was strained by the sour smell of snuff and alcohol vapors.
"Calm down, dude," said the stranger. "I'm as surprised as you. Nobody had ever come to me, so I sort of glad your visit."
"Are you the owner of the castle?" I whispered, still trembling.
"No, indeed. My name is Anselmo Lugones. Many years ago I worked in this castle. Well see ... I made a living in the movies, scary movies, series B, and years ago we used this castle in several productions. Have you seen The Seven Brides of Dracula, The Curse of Dracula or The Return of the Living Dead ? "In my refusal, the man, almost an old man sighed several times, ran a hand through face, rough and wrinkled by the passage of time, and told me his story. The story of a sleazy actor (and unlucky) who had participated in some filming at the desolate castle.
"When the movie industry's fear of series B collapsed, I was on the dole. However, I was able to nostalgia, and I decided that was my home during those happy days. So I feel a bit like the evil count who appeared in those films, and even sleep in the coffin that we used in the shootings. subsist with some produce from the garden that I collected. The owner was not the wine cellar and with that and little more, I workaround. Please do not say anything in the villages around here. I live happy, almost like a hermit, and I will not bother anyone. "
I left him, even with a heavy heart. It was the scariest time I spent in my life. But fear gave way to sadness, because the history of failed Lugones Anselmo made me think about how ruthless and how unfair life is to some people.
I returned to the big city. Of course, none of the people told him about my adventure at the castle, but could never abandon the vision of that poor man, wandering alone through the ruins and dusty rooms of the castle as a lonely ghost, accounting for perhaps one last movie never see anyone.
course, was the last time I did ask for a rental permit. Poor, poor "count" Anselmo Just imagine him in that desolate place makes you break my heart and cry inconsolably.
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