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La distancia entre Julián y yo era mucho más notoria con el paso del tiempo. Sus conversaciones cada día eran más erráticas. Pero lo que sucedió no lo habría visto venir. Luego de nuestra última conversación, seguí soñando con Julián; habían voces en mi cabeza que gritaban peligro, veía muebles sucios, paredes ennegrecidas, huesos rotos en el piso... Más que alejarme, sentía miedo de él pero no sabía porqué.
El primer suceso no lo conecté tan rápido. En el periódico salió un titular que decía: ¡Susto en un salón de clases! estudiantes llegaron al área de enfermería con ataques de pánico, desmayos y paranoia luego de haber visto seres del más allá. Aseguran que se les presentó el mismísimo demonio. Julián me llamó esa noche para contarme con gracia lo que habían visto sus compañeros, pregunté si él estuvo presente y dijo que no, que había ido al baño.
—Me parece una cosa horrorosa, no puede ser mentira si todos lo vieron. - Dije, con voz nerviosa.
Julián comenzó a reírse y a decir que lo tenían merecido. Yo supe que hablaba en serio y comencé a sentir escalofríos. Pero, ahora que lo recuerdo, jamás pensé que esa situación podría ser obra suya. Tras ver a mi mejor amigo tan extraño, haciendo salidas nocturnas, baños y limpiezas de cuánta cosa energética, más cerca de mi novio estaba. Los días con él parecían la mejor terapia. Y ya no me importaba nada más.
Sucedió por fin el encuentro, Julián conocería a Carlos, pero no porque los quise presentar. La fiesta del hermano de Carlos había llegado a oídos de Julián.
-Te veo en Moon, perra- Texteó.
Sabía que esa noche era definitiva; o se agradaban o... ni lo quise pensar. Le comenté a Carlos mis nervios pero él repetía que debía estar tranquila, que haría el esfuerzo de que todo saliera bien. Se conocieron, se agradaron y disfrutamos la noche. Pero desperté en casa de Julián. ¿Cómo llegué aquí? Su cuarto apestaba, de reojo vi que seguía dormido, intenté buscar mis zapatos y mi teléfono. La mesa de noche, tenía un altar encima muy diferente al que vi en la casa del brujo. Tenía cruces, vino, velas, fotos de personas que no conocía, nombres, y en un círculo blanco aparecía una foto de nosotros. Una voz apareció y di un brinco "eres mi hermana", dijo Julián con una expresión que no pude descifrar. Mi teléfono sonó.
-Carlos está convulsionando en el hospital- Escribió mi mamá y salí corriendo a verlo.
Sus padres no me dejaron entrar de inmediato, en la sala de espera vi a una señora llorando a mares, gritaba que ayudaran a su hija, que no podía dormir y que pedía perdón.
-Por favor, ayúdenme, sangra por la nariz y convulsiona. No entiendo lo que dice- decía desesperada al médico de turno.
Yo entré a ver a Carlos, tenía la cara arañada, y la mirada perdida. Pero al verme se aterrorizó, empezó a gritar, lloraba y pedía que jamás lo volviera a buscar. Su hermano me tomó del brazo pidiéndome una explicación de porqué lo habíamos dejado en el baño encerrado, su bebida fue alterada y por poco lo pierden. La chica de afuera había estado en el salón de clases donde apareció un ser terrorífico levitando, que los impresionó al punto de la locura. No entendía nada, solo lloraba porque en el fondo de mi corazón sabía que todo era culpa del altar.
Una tarde me adelanté a casa de Julián para confrontarlo, su madre me dejó estar en el patio, y fui directamente a buscar la caja de secretos, que habíamos enterrado juntos. Estaba una carta con instrucciones:
La narradora de esta historia fue encontrada muerta en su habitación, en su diario escribió todo lo que pasó. Pero el charco de sangre, se cobró la confesión, nadie sabrá nunca lo que ella contó. Sin embargo, los espíritus convocados por Julián se hicieron su peor pesadilla. Podía ver en sueños los rostros retorcidos de todos los que se encontraban en su altar. Y sería testigo de la muerte de cada uno de ellos, que lo atormentarían en vida. Quienes intentaban culpar a Julián moría trágicamente. Los espíritus cumplieron su promesa, hasta el final de cada uno de ellos, él tendría paz.¨
Su promesa de estar juntos, también se cumpliría, Julián siempre estaría junto a su "hermana" en la forma que fuese...
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-No te metas en lo que no entiendes, no te metas en mi vida, no te metas en mi familia, no te metas en mi religión, no te metas en mi cama, no te metas en mi cabeza, no te metas en mi cuerpo, no te metas en mi alma, no te metas en mi vida.
The distance between Julián and I was much more noticeable over time. His conversations every day were more erratic. But what happened I wouldn't have seen coming. After our last conversation, I kept dreaming about Julián; there were voices in my head that shouted danger, I saw dirty furniture, blackened walls, broken bones on the floor. More than getting away, I was afraid of him but I didn't know why.
The first event I didn't connect so quickly. In the newspaper there was a headline that said: Shock in a classroom! students came to the nurse's office with panic attacks, fainting and paranoia after seeing beings from the beyond. They assure that the very same devil appeared to them. Julián called me that night to tell me with grace what his classmates had seen, I asked if he was present and he said no, that he had gone to the bathroom.
"It seems like a horrible thing, it can't be a lie if everyone saw it." - I said, with a nervous voice.
Julián started laughing and saying they deserved it. I knew he was serious and I started to feel chills. But now that I remember, I never thought that situation could be his work. After seeing my best friend so strange, making nocturnal exits, baths and energy cleanings, closer to my boyfriend I was. The days with him seemed like the best therapy. And I didn't care about anything else anymore.
The meeting finally happened, Julián would meet Carlos, but not because I wanted to introduce them. Carlos' brother's party had reached Julián's ears.
-I'll see you at Moon, bitch- he texted.
I knew that night was definitive; they either got along or... I didn't want to think about it. I told Carlos about my nerves but he kept repeating that I should be calm, that he would make the effort for everything to go well. They met, they got along and we enjoyed the night. But I woke up at Julián's house. How did I get here? His room smelled, I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was still asleep, I tried to look for my shoes and my phone. The bedside table had a very different altar on it than the one I saw at the witch's house. It had crosses, wine, candles, pictures of people I didn't know, names, and in a white circle there was a picture of us. A voice appeared and I jumped "you're my sister", Julián said with an expression I couldn't decipher. My phone rang.
-Carlos is convulsing in the hospital- my mom wrote and I ran to see him.
His parents didn't let me in right away, in the waiting room I saw a lady crying her eyes out, she was screaming for them to help her daughter, that she couldn't sleep and that she was asking for forgiveness.
"Please, help me, she's bleeding from her nose and convulsing. I don't understand what she's saying"- she said desperately to the on-call doctor.
I went in to see Carlos, his face was scratched, and his gaze was lost. But when he saw me he was terrified, he started screaming, crying and begging me never to look for him again. His brother took me by the arm and asked me for an explanation of why we had left him locked in the bathroom, his drink was altered and they almost lost him. The girl outside had been in the classroom where a demon appeared levitating and impressed them to the point of madness. I didn't understand anything, I just cried because deep down I knew it was all the altar's fault.
One afternoon I went to Julián's house early to confront him, his mother let me be in the yard, and I went straight to look for the secret box, which we had buried together. There was a letter with instructions:
-Don't get involved in what you don't understand, don't get involved in my life, don't get involved in my family, don't get involved in my religion, don't get involved in my bed, don't get involved in my head, don't get involved in my body, don't get involved in my soul, don't get involved in my life.
"Keep on the altar who you want to control. The souls will help you if you pray to them at the end. Favors are expensive, remember that if you want to stop. There is no salvation for those who make a pact to win. Whoever discovers you, will lose their life."
The narrator of this story was found dead in her room, in her diary she wrote everything that happened. But the pool of blood, took the confession, no one will ever know what she told. However, the spirits summoned by Julian became his worst nightmare. He could see in his dreams the distorted faces of all those who were in his altar. And he would witness the death of each one of them, who would torment him in life. Those who tried to blame Julian died tragically. The spirits kept their promise, until the end of each one of them, he would have peace. "
Their promise to be together would also be fulfilled, Julian would always be with his "sister" in whatever form ...
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Text: @audiarmisg
Translated and formatted with Hive Translator by @noakmilo.