Returning to the cosmos
That strange ...
was midwinter and I headed for the dirt roads overflowing into snow, which lead me home. In my trusty and damaged car, which he used for all messages from my wife and work.
My house was only 2 miles from my location. I was directed to the nearest town to buy some food that I had instructed my spouse, something we needed to hurry, because with the snow storm that swept the pure air of the area, people would disrupt all stores for supplies.
But those plays unfair fate, my bloody pileup is stopped by an altercation in the engine. Since not reviewed two years ago, a neglect of me had cost me quite expensive.
I got out to give me a mechanic, while the waves of thick snow flakes that exaggerating the situation seemed to golf ball size, lashed against my body, but Apparently the winds were fond my face because that's where most attacked.
Not knowing what to do about this situation, I became angry too. But when the whole situation was so murky, I spotted a house nearby, the owner was probably a good Samaritan and help me with my problem.
unfair I left my car on that road to drift, when the safety is to undertake a journey on foot to the lonely hut, which incidentally, was situated on a hill careciente of a passable road. This ranch was hardly distinguishable in the distance, as did some brutal blizzards swinging movements, made it impossible to the human eye to clearly see anything on the horizon is found.
After walking with my legs trembling and very exhausted by the weight of the snow that was covering everything around, I decided, no time to rest on the ground dyed white knowing that my ass was going to freeze, leaving as the thigh of a cow in a cold room.
Once I finished with my short break in the white floor, I headed back to the hut, which was probably an old leg.
When I arrived, I realized that it had no owners, no one I received the shotgun. In an act of rudeness I went into that house so gross for anyone with some finesse, to soften a little cold wild penetrate my flesh body wanted to achieve to reach my soul.
But when I opened the door my eyes suffered a kind of shock opening and closing repeatedly. Because in that house could be spotted in the damaged wooden walls, animal heads vague as to the human mind, hung like trophies. Without doubt, this hut had an owner and the owner was an indisputable hunter.
Trophies varied, but as far as my knowledge of animals still could not distinguish any of them. Despite not being very fond of animals, was not altogether averse to them, I could recognize what was a rabbit, a fox or a fish.
But these trophies are far beings such as those I named. There was a rabbit with his face of holiness, but with a minimal difference, this rabbit had a horn on his forehead and his mouth protruded like two massive tusks of a boar. Also had an eagle, only one peak was missing and instead of him, his mouth of a fish.
Another animal was a pig with one eye and three horns, strings of beads as a crescent on top of his head. It was a red-furred wolf, with white eyes and teeth of humans. And finally, there was a beast with the face of a cat, only it had eyes and did not notice that her mouth was circular, without forgetting that this monstrosity was devoid of skin to show flesh to viewers.
like an idiot while I was appreciating those trophies from the jaws of Hell, so heinous and unnatural. The door opened with much pride. Owned the house, a broken man with a pale skin tone. But what caught my attention was this strange man, his eyes were as white as the same snow outside.
addition, this leg looked at me as if he were hypnotized and I said absolutely nothing, as if moved or careciente charisma to start a conversation with a stranger. Not knowing what to do, in such a situation of discomfort I asked.
- Who are you, sir?
And the old man answered.
-I am the owner of eta house, "he said, in language quite messy and softly.
-Oh. Sorry sir ... this ... I just ...
-Depreocúpate, po know what etas here.
- What? "I cried.
"Yes, I know you broke down ato, loge QUAD golguia veil of my morning hunting.
"Well ... that explains everything. Okay sir, I recall, I have caused great discomfort. Without a doubt entered the house by sweeping my body freezing cold.
- No, Epera! Do not go with these vetiscas. Ajueras Moguirías in if intet walk to your households, you will not see tomorrow, "he said, quite rightly, but keeping his bad speech.
"Well, has an indisputable right.
-Siétese, get comfortable, enseguia guelvo have a hot tea cup-old farmer treated me very kindly. Something in me, I warned that this did not look good.
I did as I said, I was comfortable, something that was very difficult because the chairs of the house were really alien to an ass. While this rare type, prepared the drink that would give him heat my body, I was again alone with the creatures so horrendous that were on the wall. For many reasons I knew were not alive, but for other reasons my mind I was playing a joke at times gruesome, I thought that those trophies were brought back to life-threatening. His eyes were so real, their mouths, up their scents were doubting their deaths. Odors were not funeral but rather, smells of a lively dispute. But when I was looking closely at these beasts fault of their bodies again, I was surprised by the homeowner. It seemed that this old man did all the tricks, to appear in unexpected and frightening with their presence.
Eta "Here, sir," said the old man overflowing in ignorance.
Thanks.
tea I took heat filled my body, because apparently had his whiskey, something that I did not complain at all. In moments of such a strong drink cold was what I needed to warm my body, which was almost frozen.
Once I was ready to keep fighting against the cold outside, I told my parting words to the elderly, as this situation of isolation in the middle of a hill with a strange man, who was home as trophies so horrendous beasts, they encouraged me not to be friends with anyone.
"He was very delicious the tea," I said very politely "But I have to go sir.
- Where do you want to go? "He asked with a strange voice and correcting their language tousled-Do not you leave me?
"No ... I ... just ...
- No, you will stay!" His tone was raised to the clouds, "Because I need something of yours!
- What can you tell what you need from me? Set and I asked shakily.
- You head, "yelled a voice normal, which was deformed by air currents to become hoarse and disorderly to human hearing.
Only the stranger said this and my legs were running by themselves. I went as fast as I could from that house of hell. While the Lord of the rarity, I was haunted by inflamed with uncontrollable bloodlust.
I ran and ran down the hill full of snow, which prevented my move and I quickly calmed.
Once I was far enough, I noticed that this man was the persecution of me. And I could see from a distant position, as that hovel was absorbed by a blue beam from the hazy skies that flashed bright in all directions. And along with it potential energy of heaven, the old leg was also absorbed, but what I found strange was that the creature felt no pain to be borne by the very heavens. It was as if he was satisfied with this, it was as if they had come to seek his brothers, gods or beings nearby.
After this event there was something that caught my curiosity, it was a piece of paper that apparently had fallen off the old man from the cosmos. Shabby sheet and wet snow, said something in a strange language and scary enough that no one wanted to read it. But among a cocktail of vague and unknown letters found a name that said: - "acechator" . Name it stalker might speculate that meant, but only the old man had knowledge of its true meaning.
When finished with that piece of paper, I went to my home on foot. I took a pneumonia, but by help of my dear God I recovered.
My story definitely is not for sane. I've already told my children, nephews, brothers and grandchildren. And never gets old for me, because from that day so awful for my soul, I realized how precious life is. And I realized that God helped me in those moments of anger, as if it were not so, now would be in the collection of trophies that being so unknown to human history.
never knew who this man was, never knew his life, friends, nothing. But what I do I've always been more than convinced, is that we are not alone in this esoteric mortal world full of mysteries that have not yet been resolved, full of events that are beyond human wisdom.
"No mortal believe in the unbelievable until it happens and when it does say that nothing happened"
DF
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