TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

The house

They were boys reared in the suburb, where the route of the railway started his neighborhood into two, making the other side unattainable for those whose age prevented him from crossing them. One city, but two worlds within it. To access the unknown world, houses, vacant, or some Elderly trade were the best benchmarks. For them, the city was already one, but boys had known the other side through these classical references. After all, their lives until the beginning of adolescence had developed on one side of the neighbor. They were in a block corner, their neighborhood side, next to the kiosk where they had bought some chips and soda potatoes, chatting about everything and nothing, that afternoon. It was getting dark when a well-dressed gentleman in a black suit, white shirt, black tie, and shoes of the same color, in extremely athletic conditions, who looked about fifty years old, approached them and said:

- They are interested in earning some money?

- Whenever legal work – Adrian said

- It is. But it's a lot of responsibility. They know the house across the road, which occupies an apple - the man said in a tone of affirmation - They must look after her overnight Friday Saturday this week.

They knew the house in question, but the same as all the other inhabitants of the place knew little about it; versions were so confused they really knew nothing. The owners did not come because a teenage girl had died there after suffering a severe illness. An ancestor murder his wife with her lover, keeping their bodies here, his descendants dared to inhabit it, and for that reason. The real owners live in Europe, and nobody knows why they didn't sell it. The house occupied a block in front of the railroad tracks and bordered the street; the station was one of the limits; so it was known from many people passed by, a thick and perfectly maintained privet fence separated it from the path for those who wanted to access, even with the eyes; the main building was in the middle of the land, surrounded by trees and plants even older than the house; it had been built in the late nineteenth century. It seemed very well maintained he was; little is seen of the building, and the garden looked in perfect condition. It was believed that an administrator is responsible for organizing all that and pay the appropriate charges, but no one had ever seen people working either in the garden or in the house and only knew, but with little certainty, who lived two ladies who acted as homemade,

- What you mean to take care of her? - Thomas asked something suspicious

- Just to stay overnight to control anything terrible to happen to the property. Today can not be left alone houses but one like this.

- How much we pay - consulted Alejo

- A thousand dollars in advance with this check, which can make it valid if they meet the four work. They looked in their eyes and seemed only a yes. They had planned to go to Córdoba for a few days to go hang gliding, but they had not managed to raise the money, after all, not a month had passed since they had graduated and as we're preparing to enter the University, none of them seriously wasted these holidays working; but one night and for that money, it was very tempting, it meant that they would work for no more than twelve hours and would earn the same as in a month working ten hours from Monday to Friday.

- Okay - Said Nicholas

- Here is the service contract, most importantly to cash this check should spend the whole night, I mean if anything will cancel leave the house before charging it. Sign, clarify their names and numbers of documents.

They signed, and they started to plan the trip, Córdoba was closer to that money. When they told their parents, they are much estranged. Nobody knew the course manager who had hired them, but the check seemed genuine, was the Banco Nacion Central House, and the contract, which had retained Adrian along with the examination, said nothing that the gentleman had told them.