She was prepared as always for that calendar date. Dressing the house with all kinds of nightmare beings: spiders, witches, bats, skeletons, and the un lack of pumpkins illuminated from inside. A laughing fear party was the only objective; as always and out of respect for the eve of All Saints' Day, he raised a prayer and a request to all his dead loved ones and begged forgiveness for those who needed it.
For him it was his first holiday away from home, no one would accompany him to that distant place where he would spend that particular night, she doubted it would be different from others on October 31. He wondered if he could get there in time if I could finally make out that night as magical as I dreamed.
When midnight arrived, the party was in full swing, but she retired to raise his customary prayer was at that moment he came and did not hesitate to embrace her, no matter the fear and surprise caused. She looked at him without understanding what happened, because it was this time so real, not a dream, not a trip back in time, was there that left this world leaving written in his music, his art, and his story every image. He was real, his skin, eyes, and voice, in those notes that sing to the ear before kissing her. She did not understand what was happening, he did not try to explain it, we both enjoyed it.
They loved each other before birth and could not be forgotten despite the distance in years, and instead, they were entitled to be happy in those few hours on Halloween night, starting tonight. A few hours where they could meet and love each other as we dreamed forever and forever.
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TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES
HorrorShort and not so short stories, where science can not explain the places, the facts, or the characters, whose so magical, so real, and with such complicated feelings. Terror, love, pain, anxiety, are present in each story and are living with each.
