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0:05 The inheritance pact. I had years without stepping on my grandparents' cabin since I went to study columa, but I remembered it less small and even more colorful. Now I' d have to stay a few days so I could decide what to do with the house. I remember when I opened the door, the house was full of alacranes. I expected it to be dirty with dust and even cockroaches or some plague like that, but the alacranes seemed strange to me. As far as I knew about the area there were no such animals, at least I don' t remember seeing them either. When I was a kid, I figured it would be best to ask the neighbors if they also had that plague and how they kept it at bay, because I didn' t want to be bitten. While I was sleeping, the alacranes walked free and the furniture was covered with the bed sheets of my grandparents.
1:03 I knew it because I recognized the flower prints. It didn' t look like she was eight years old uninhabited. On account, I was about twenty years old that I didn' t stand around and the entrance to the village was the same all earthy and wired as my grandfather and grandmother had already died. I thought I was gonna feel bad, I was gonna feel a lot of nostalgia, but I wasn' t feeling that way. It was like going to strangers' house. I didn' t remember why my parents had stopped visiting my grandparents. But after 14 years of age, we never set foot in that town again in a hut fought by many, which I think is stupid, but my family is elitist and, since we are not rich, I am surprised that an old house has such a weight. What had made the tradition of being the main house was that my great- grandparents and even my father had come into the world. It was a family heirloom more than just a house. When my uncle Tomás, the current owner of the house, died, I thought it was going to be for my cousin.
2:12 The tradition was to keep the line of heirs with the same surname as the owners of the house. The total inheritance of the main house was the land, along with the house. Everything inside the house. Since it seemed silly to me, I thought it best to dismantle that house, sell the land and save the money to send me to fix a good house where I currently live. I have to say that whoever was the heir to the house had the absolute right to send him to do whatever he wanted with the inheritance. When my mom told me my uncle was dead, I wasn' t surprised. What really impressed me was that my uncle inherited everything from me. I also saw the faces of my family When I found out about that, when I went to the funeral, I guess because I look like my grandfather too physically, my uncle thought it was a good idea, but anyway, I didn' t feel comfortable with the inheritance, that didn' t belong to me. So I took my bags, asked for a vacation at work and went to my cousin' s house, who lived in Zacatecas, to tell him that I would leave the scriptures for him to change them to his name, but he did not want to be very calm. He told me to go check on the house and if I wanted to get rid of it.
3:34 When I asked my mom if it was possible to throw everything away, sell the land and do something new with the money, she told me that as an heir, I could do or undo because now I was the owner. I was surprised what he said. I think he knew alive how much my dad suffered there because of my grandfather' s decisions. I was honestly scared. Today I am laughing how it is that things are accommodated so that destiny arrives in the least imagined way. I like money. That' s why I had become a lawyer, so I was checking whether the value of the house or its content was real, because I wasn' t interested in keeping that relic standing up paying taxes for nothing. The really important thing that made everything turn 180 degrees was the package that came to me on the second day of being in the house. Incredibly I got a package all the way to where even the light was failing and there wasn' t much phone signal.
4:35 There came a small box with a leather notebook, a pen and the jeweler, where they kept a ring with the initial family. I checked the ring and made plans to sell it. I was convinced that I would leave no heir or name any. After I died, I left the ring and searched everywhere where they could have hidden a safe. I spent hours stirring things up, finding papers memories of the childhood of many of my relatives and other things that were all over the house, pure things with sentimental value. There was even a chest that belonged to my grandmother where there were photographs of everyone.
5:17 When we were children, I had curiously the faces of everyone with a circle. Only Daniel' s picture, a cousin was stuck in it, and that made me creepy. I kept on searching until under the sun and couldn ' t see clearly I remember I went for one of the candles I found in the kitchen and rarely in that drawer there were only candles. I sat down and counted what I found, but first I checked my cell phone. I didn' t have a signal until the fifth day I was there. In short, I found photographs with scratched faces of several generations ago, also the umbilical cords of everything were in a vase where each cord was in a bag with a red ribbon and the name of whom it belonged. To the bottom of the vase there was soil with seeds of various things that I could not identify. There were braids or strands of hair of my great- grandmothers put on the clothes of some dolls that adorned one of the furniture in a room that they used as a dormitory for girls. In the other room, the children' s room, there were animal remains in several glass jars and old bottles. There were no photographs in the room that I remembered were gone.
6:36 Only one coat of arms had been left with one or enormous in the middle of the corner. Next to a furniture they had with woven folders and full of cobwebs. There were traces that the wall and the floor had been burned. The smell of an animal came from there. I guess it slowed down when I vented the place, but it didn' t completely disappear. I finally checked the kitchen. There was the weirdest thing about it. In the unconnected refrigerator there were many things affluent, leaves, plants, pieces of animals, stuffed, flowers, bones and countless amounts of jars with different things like black powders, whites, pieces of fish or something. The scariest thing was the amount of thank- you letters or petitions that were stacked in an aluminum canister. I' m not dumb to see all that. I knew my family was doing witchcraft while trying to square things up. My cell phone started ringing, but it looked like I didn' t have a signal I took the call, but nothing was heard on the other side and I hung up. I kept thinking after a half- cold time and began to accommodate my sleeping blankets in the center of the room. My paranoia prevented me from sleeping elsewhere. With so much to the big fence that night I began to dream things of persecution. I don' t remember well, but I have
8:09 the sensations of that night and at one point I felt like I was drowning with water. When I woke up it was because of the noise of something that fell off with the cell phone. I' m lighted up. The battery on my cell phone was about to run out and the rechargeable battery I had brought with me was no longer loaded. They moved through the wooden chairs, also through the corners between the walls and the ceiling. I looked at the time and it was two o' clock in the morning. Like any normal person, I thought it best to get out of there, find a gas generator so I could light up and finish digging into the house, but the plans for my fate were different. I went back to bed after checking the blankets. As I looked at the ceiling, I began to see shapes.
9:01 They were forms of bodies that moved like crawling. I thought my imagination was making him see things in the dark, so I closed my eyes. The feeling that someone was standing next to me made me jump up and away in a hurry. I lighted my feet so that I wouldn' t run into some wing, but when I came to pass his way, the animals went the other way. Taking my turn, I began to calm down by telling myself that everything was fine, that it was a coincidence. I went and lit a lot of candles. I put them in the ashtrays that were everywhere. In the end it was well lit. I' d learned about fifteen candles all over the room. I know nobody' s gonna believe what happened next, but I don' t expect them to. I' m just trying to clarify what happened to me and warn that it can happen to anyone who doesn' t notice the signals in time. Demons are always looking for followers. They don' t just go and hurt or are used to cause fear to children. It seemed to me like a tale of old people who said that in the hills or wild nature was going to fight demons, but that' s true. Demons are still hidden in the dark and the places that reign are also caves, forests or rivers. They are always looking for young people to commit their acts. Now that I' ve cleared this
10:35 up, it won' t be surprising that my family was looking for this pure evil for their personal affairs, because I don' t know why to investigate. It is known that everything I found in the house was ritualized. There were also old jobs for people who wanted to have things or destroy someone. The whole house was a ritual circle. The way he was accommodated the furniture was circular. The ashtrays that I thought randomly put by my smoking family were specifically prepared for the candlelights to be placed, as I had arranged them, and the furniture that was almost empty where the spiders reigned was the altar.
11:18 I realized that I had intended to place the ashtrays. Thus, when I saw the hall well lit to translearn all the candles, the house creaked completely. When I lit the last flame, the alacranes, supernaturally, swirled around the candles and the space where I was sleeping seemed to have something weird. I removed the blankets by throwing them aside. Curiosity called me more than fear. Although the smell of dirty animal intensified, I no longer bothered. I also felt like something led me to discover the family secret. When I turned the big center table I saw that underneath it was carving from a circle with symbols. These were not typical stave or star drawings. It was a circle split in half by a line in its center. There were undulating lines pointing as if they were the hands of a clock around the circle and inside it there were separate symbols that made no sense to me a huge scorpion.
12:22 He came out from under one of the armchairs and stood in front of my knees. I felt that he was telling me something that pointed to me looking in front of him, and that' s where I saw the thin hole that was looking for the key lock that they sent me. I went for the notebook and the key I put in the lock that modified pen and I opened a very well crafted drawer was made of metal and it was made down the floor. The most amazing thing is that I could pull out the piece of floor to discover a small square hole covered in silver. That safe hid a piece of folded paper and a very old leather bag that looked stained.
13:05 When I took both, I saw that the paper was burned from the sides. There was nothing written on it, just a finger stain on the bag. I felt strongly the animal aroma and pulling the belt that closed it, I took a mummified finger from a person I looked at him well, he felt hard and he had tattooed a ring with symbols. I kept thinking my family was crazy. They had not sheltered their money, ended their fortune for nothing and had only protected their nonsense from superstition. All the fear and supernatural feeling of the alacrans had forgotten me and I began to curse my family.
13:48 When I tried to look up, I couldn' t do it. I felt like I couldn' t raise my head and I saw the black scorpion climb up my knee on the ground. I got scared and dropped my finger too, but my body didn' t react as I expected. I couldn ' t get away from there I felt heaviness. Everywhere. A shadow grew with the candlelight. I looked in terror at the thin figure growing up. His limbs were elongated. A smell of filthy clothes filled my nose making me nauseous. The shadow spread to a few inches from me. It was a head of an inhuman roundness and I saw it move from one side to the other. While making that move, I could see the shadow of a huge nose with pointed shape, a cold sweat. He made me let go of my whole body. The drops of sweat fell on my eyelashes making my eyes burn. Inevitably, I made myself over my pants and watched everything drip to the safe. The elongated shadow had the deformed legs tilted from the knees to the sides, while at its sides rested the hands finished in curve. I closed my eyes when I saw that when I moved, telling me that not with my head was a tail with sting. It was the shadow of an alakrain tail. I didn' t pray. I didn' t ask to
15:20 resign myself to my death, so I fell to the ground completely. I was surprised I could move. I even made a sound out of my mouth. I realized I could speak well now. The black scorpion that was placed on my back seemed to weigh ten kilos was a demon. Now I really believed in superstitions, the devil and everything it meant. I asked him to spare my life and heard something like a laugh, but it looked like a very sick old man' s cough, mixed with some dog' s grunt. By survival instinct, I didn' t lift up my face, I just looked at the shadow several times. The notebook just opened with the names of the family fell by my side. He rolled a piece of coal at my knees. I glanced back at the notebook and with a thread of voice I asked what I wanted in my mind happened as images the devil did not answer me, I only saw images of what I wanted from a new house with my parents living there from the department I wanted to get to work soon from the post I had sought as an associate. I instinctively knew he was offering me all that. Unfortunately, I also saw a woman from my job carrying a baby. She and I had been dating in an open relationship for a year. I panicked as I could I told him it wasn' t mine. Again that laugh like a whining lung hurt with a dog' s
16:52 sound. The devil answered me. I knew I was going to have a child. With all my fear. I told him I didn' t want to have the kid that wasn' t in my plans. So I did what anyone would do. I told him if he was in his plan to take him. He was fine. I know I' m going to hell, but my partner was at the best of her career and she wouldn' t have gotten as far as she got to this year. If she had been a mother, it was simple. She got what she was looking for and didn' t know why the baby left. For my part, I got what I was looking for. It' s been seven years and I ' ve got it all. I' m not rich yet, but I have everything and I know I can go for more. My cousin tomas missed it. I' ll never know why he didn' t take the land.
17:45 I think he knows what was going to happen. That' s why he gave it all to me without resisting. He' s married. He has two daughters and a lot to lose ho. I' ve done things about my family that I can' t reveal. The notebook revealed its secrets written with the ink of the blood of my ancestors. Here comes the first pact of a relative, also the practitioners and their girlfriends who had the command of the house in the passage. Everything is recorded for the Lord to fulfill our family wishes, but also for us to do our part. I don ' t ask for mercy. In the end I' m going to take some of this good luck. Now I understand why a lot of my family is poor. They did not dare to abide by the covenant, but I hope to enjoy what I can. In the end. I think this dies with me and I keep making plans to break down the house. Maybe I can beat the devil at some point I' m ready. I also have every intention that this will die with me so that I can be saved.
18:51 Maybe by doing that, I can earn the right not to condemn myself. Story written and adapted by Patriada CNCS González
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