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You are all welcome to a new horror story.
Te Vendras conmigo / You will come with me (The curve of the nuns).
On the evening of Friday, April 10, 1995, Joseph Ramírez, 35 years old, who works as a bailiff at the courthouse in the city of Barquisimeto, leaves his job heading to the town of Sarare, a 45-minute drive away. In this town he had arranged to meet his lover Lucia Hernandez.
Joseph called his wife who was waiting at home and he told her that he would not go home that night, because his boss had told him that he needed to cover guard duty inside the courthouse.
Once the alibi was planned, José started to start his vehicle to go to the town of Sarare. Just as he was getting into the vehicle, another bailiff named Silva intercepted him and asked him;
-"Joseph, where are you going in such a hurry?
Joseph answers: -I agreed to leave tonight for Sarare to meet Lucia-.
His companion Silva, who was born in the Portuguesa state cradle of the greatest Venezuelan myths and legends, warns him;
-I recommend you not to go on that road at night, remember that we are on the eve of Holy Week and evil spirits are everywhere. Also, be very careful, the road is very lonely and dangerous.
he continued.
-You'd better go home and rest with your wife and children.
Joseph did not take into consideration those warnings of his friend and skeptical to everything mentioned he closed the door and set off to meet Lucia.
As he drove he thought of all the things he would do with his beloved. After about half an hour of driving along the desolate and gloomy road, he managed to spot a woman walking alone at a certain distance and on the side of the road. This caught his attention
-What will this woman do walking so late on this dark and lonely road? she asked herself-.
So he slowed down his car to get a better look at the woman, and as he got closer he noticed that it was a young woman dressed in a kind of black religious robe, as if she were a nun from a convent.
Joseph stopped his car at the woman's feet and asked her:
-Hello, where are you going?
The woman answers in a soft voice.
-Hello, thank you for stopping, I need to get to Sarare.
Joseph, without believing it twice, tells the nun to get in the back of the vehicle to take her. While they were on their way to Sarare, José tries to look for conversation with that woman, but his efforts were in vain, the woman did not answer his conversation, José only managed to hear some small murmurs as if it were a religious prayer, he thought
"maybe she is doing some prayer."
Shortly after, and in a very strange way, the lights of his vehicle went out and the engine also stopped in the middle of nowhere. José immediately got down and opened the hood of the vehicle to locate the fault, at that moment the vehicle started again as if someone had given the engine ignition.
Joseph quickly climbs into the vehicle and although he still ignores it along with religious companion heads straight to the afterlife.
Joseph sets off again with his enigmatic companion, who, as soon as he starts the car, starts mumbling again. Nervous and tense because of those sudden and frequent inconveniences, he feels uncomfortable because of those murmurings coming from the woman.
Joseph decides to increase the speed to reach his destination faster, at that moment a thick fog covers the entire road, in fear and discomfort because of the woman's murmurs, he decides to look in the rearview mirror to tell her to keep quiet.
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What he never thought he would one day see became a terrible reality. As he looked in the rearview mirror of his car, he saw how the woman was turning into a horrifying skull with long, sharp teeth that said in a loud, intelligible and very terrifying voice:
Will you come with me.
Joseph seeing this horrifying moment, victim of fear and horror for what he had seen and heard, loses control of his vehicle and crashes directly into the security walls of the road. After a moment he manages to wake up from the shock of the accident and tries to flee from the vehicle that was completely overturned. Disoriented, injured and overcome by terror, he decides to walk towards a house that could be seen in the distance thanks to its lights on.
As best he could he reached and knocked on the door. He insisted, but got no answer, after a few minutes a man in his 60's came out and said from the window of that house.
! Son, a car has just crashed on the curve of the nuns¡
The police have already taken the body to the morgue! They say that he was traveling alone, his name was Joseph Ramirez, he was a bailiff and worked in Barquisimeto.
At that moment Joseph understood what his terrible fate had been.
End
This story was inspired by the popular and well known Venezuelan urban legend "La Curva de las monjas". There are people who claim to have lived terrible paranormal experiences in these curves that lead to the town of Sarare. This tragic event took place in the referred curve of the road in 1953, where 3 nuns lost their lives and it is said that since then the nuns appear to claim new victims.
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| Author | @apolo1 |
|---|---|
| Country | Venezuela |
| Photography | Redmi Note 9 |
| Edición y banners | Picsart |
| Category: | #literature #story #horror #fiction #mystery #writing #spanish |
Hola Writing Club!
Sean todoa Bienvenidos a un nuevo relato de terror.
Te Vendras conmigo / You will come with me (The curve of the nuns).
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Anochecer del viernes 10 de Abril de 1995, José Ramírez de 35 años de edad, quien trabaja como Alguacil en el palacio de justicia de la ciudad de Barquisimeto, sale de su trabajo rumbo a la población de sarare a unos 45 minutos de carretera. En dicha población había quedado en encontrarse con su amante Lucia Hernández.
José llama a su esposa quien aguardaba en su casa y este le indica que esa noche no iría a casa, pues si jefe le había indicado que necesitaba que cubriera guardia dentro del recinto judicial.
Una vez planificada la coartada, José se dispone a encender su vehículo para emprender camino hacia la población de Sarare. Justo cuando iba entrando al vehículo otro alguacil de apellido Silva lo intercepta y le pregunta;
-Silva ¿José hacia donde te diriges con tanto apuro? Jose responde: -Quedé en irme esta noche para Sarare a encontrarme con Lucía-.
Su compañero Silva, quien era nacido en el estado portuguesa cuna de los más grandes mitos y leyendas Venezolanas, le advierte;
-Te recomiendo no ir por esa carretera de noche, recuerda que estamos en vísperas de semana santa y los malos espíritus andan por todos lados. Además ten mucho cuidado, la carretera es muy sola y peligrosa-.
Continuó diciendo.
-Mejor ve a tu casa a descansar con tu mujer e hijos-
José no tomó en consideración aquellas advertencias de su amigo y escéptico a todo lo mencionado cerro la puerta y emprendió camino al encuentro con Lucia.
Mientras iba manejando iba pensando en todas las cosas que haría con su amada. Ya habiendo recorrido alguna media hora de trayecto por la desolada y penumbrosa carretera, logra divisar a cierta distancia y orillas de la carretera a una mujer que caminaba en solitario. Esto le llamó mucho a atención
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-¿Qué hará esta mujer caminando tan tarde por esta carretera tan oscura y sola? Se preguntó-
Así recortó la velocidad de su carro para ver mejor a la mujer, al acercarse más notó que se trataba de una mujer joven vestida con una especie de túnica religiosa negra, como si se tratase de una Monja de algún convento.
José detiene su vehículo a pie de aquella mujer y le pregunta:
-¿Hola, hacia donde te diriges?-
Aquella mujer contesta en voz suave.
-Hola, gracias por detenerte, necesito llegar a Sarare.-
José, sin creerlo dos veces le dice a la religiosa que suba a la parte trasera del vehículo para llevarla. Mientras iban rumbo a sarare José trata de buscar conversación con aquella mujer, pero sus esfuerzos eran en vano, la mujer no contestaba a su conversación, apenas José lograba oír algunos pequeños murmullos como si se tratase de alguna oración religiosa, Pensó “quizás está haciendo alguna plegaria.”
Al poco instante y de manera muy extraña se apagan las luces de su vehículo y el motor también se detiene en medio de la nada. José baja inmediatamente y abre el capot del vehículo para ubicar la falla, en ese momento el vehículo se vuelve a encender como si alguien fuese dado ignición al motor.
José sube rápido al vehículo y aunque aún lo ignora junto con acompañante religiosa se dirige directo al más allá.
José emprende nuevamente su camino con su enigmática acompañante, la cual al momento de arrancar comienza nuevamente a murmullar. Poco después el motor se apagó de nuevo, pero José logro hacerlo encender, Nervioso y tenso por aquellos repentinos y frecuentes inconvenientes, se incomoda por aquellos murmullos provenientes de la mujer.
José decide aumentar la velocidad para llegar las rápido a su destino, en ese momento una espesa neblina cubre todo el camino, preso del temor y de la incomodidad por los murmullos de la mujer, decide ver por el retrovisor para decirle que guarde silencio.
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Lo que él jamás pensó que algún día vería se hizo una terrible realidad. Al ver por el retrovisor de su carro vio como la mujer se iba convirtiendo en una horrorosa calavera con dientes largos y afilados que decía en voz alta e inteligible y muy terrorifica:
Te vendrás conmigo
José al ver este espeluznante momento victima del miedo y del horror por lo que habia visto y oido, pierde el control de su vehículo y se estrella directo con los muros de seguridad de la carretera. Luego de un momento logra despertarse del shock por el accidente y trata de huir del vehículo que se encontraba totalmente volcado. Desorientado, herido e invadido por el terror, decide caminar hacia una casa que se veía a lo lejos gracias a sus luces encendidas.
Como pudo llegó y tocó la puerta. Insistió, pero no obtuvo ninguna respuesta, al cabo de unos minutos sale un señor de unos 60 años y dice desde la ventana de aquella casa.
! Hijo, Se acaba de estrellar un carro en la curva de las monjas¡
La policía ya se llevó el cadáver a la morgue! Dicen que viajaba solo se llamaba, José, era alguacil y trabajaba en Barquisimeto.
En ese momento José comprendió cuál había sido su terrible destino.
Fin
Este relato fue inspirado en la popular y conocida leyenda urbana Venezolana "La Curva de las monjas". Hay personas que aseguran haber vivido terribles experiencias paranormales en estas curvas que conducen a la población de Sarare. Este evento trágico tuvo lugar en la referida curva de la carretera en el año 1953, en donde perdieron la vida 3 monjas y se dice que desde ese momento las monjas aparecen para cobrar nuevas víctimas.
Do you want to know more about me? I invite you to read My presentation on Hive Blog.
| Author | @apolo1 |
|---|---|
| Country | Venezuela |
| Photography | Redmi Note 9 |
| Edición y banners | Picsart |
| Category: | #literature #story #horror #fiction #mystery #writing #spanish |