Spine-Chilling Stories in English & Spanish - Historias de terror en inglés y español
Multiple authors - Varios autores
Both languages will be in each chapter. English first, then Spanish.
Las historias estarán en los dos idiomas en cada capítulo. P...
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Lucas arrived in town just as the sun was breaking over the horizon, faintly illuminating the rooftops, the dome of the church, and a few tombstones in the cemetery.
The convent of Santa Maria had been many things over the years: a chapel, a school for nuns, a seminary, and a little bit of everything; it was even, according to some accounts, the abode of the devil on earth.
At that time, the old building was a Salesian school that housed nuns and priests. It had a very beautiful church, famous for the miraculous Virgin who weeps blood on some Thursdays, and it was also the retirement home of Father Rodriguez de la Serna, who had been blinded in a fire.
It was an honor for Lucas to meet the Father, in fact, it was the reason why he had specifically asked the bishop of his diocese to send him to Santa Elena; the bishop had refused, but Lucas wanted to see the Virgin and meet the Father who, according to the stories, had fought with the devil himself. But it wasn't only about that, there were many stories, like the one about the nun who went through a dormitory that had been closed years before, and the screams that could be heard in the sacristy and in the area of the Blessed Sacrament.
The dormitory was dark, he had been told that the Father couldn't handle the light and loud noises. He entered quietly, wondering if it had been rash and a waste of time to go there to ask questions of a poor blind man who was closer to death than to life.
"Lucas," a hoarse voice said, "how good of you to come."
"Good morning, Father," he greeted, approaching the bed where a puny figure with milky skin, bony hands, and blindfolded eyes was waiting for him.
"Don't look at me like that, Lucas," he said, "I don't need your pity. God's plans are perfect, and if He wanted me to go through this, so be it."
He didn't know what to say.
"Go ahead," the father continued, "tell me what you have come to tell me, and ask all the questions that are in your heart."
"How do you know...?"
The father laughed and then coughed.
"You asked the Monsignor to send you to a village in the middle of nowhere when you could have gone to a church in the capital. They told me many things about you, good things, including that you want to be an exorcist.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'll tell you my story with the Devil's Well and you can tell me if you want to continue on that path or if you prefer to serve God in a less sacrificial way."
Lucas, not expecting to hear warnings about not fighting evil, looked at him intently.
"Do you want to hear it?" Rodríguez de la Serna asked.
