Treinta días de tu vida

Day 19

That was a curious day. Everybody was sitting around a fire. They had already set the rules before you arrived. All the participants had to tell something: stories, jokes, anecdotes, puzzles, whatever you thought was worth telling. You were frightened because it was the first time you were camping to open air, alone, far away from home, and with no mobile. The first participation was a silly anecdote; then, the second was a tongue twister that you could not tell. Everybody had told their story but you. You were frozen. Nobody knew what was going on with you until someone pushed you softly. It was your turn. You began to tell that old story your grandpa told you about the man who got lost in the corn fields. As you told the story, everybody was holding somebody else's hand. The man was alone walking under the moonlight but he started to hear distant screaming as the air was whistling. The man walked faster and faster and as he moved the screaming was closer and closer. The man began to run but something appeared in front of him and took him away. He tried to shout but every attempt was useless. Nobody heard him but your grandpa. When your grandpa arrived to the site, there was just a line written on the ground "DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL MY NAME". That night no one could sleep.