Paranormal Experience#4: DEJA VÚ 💀

Every time I walked down that street, I had the feeling that I had been there before.

One day, motivated by knowing what those unusual and repetitive sensations were about, he decided to sit on the sidewalk of that street, he did it at night so that the hot sun of Maracaibo (Zulia, Venezuela) did not burn his skin.

He was placed in the precise place where the feeling of remembrance always surfaced. A few minutes passed, he detailed the humid and cloudy night, it was not a black sky at all, it was like faint ochres and copper colors that nuanced the blue sky.

Suddenly and in the middle of a cold breeze, he began to feel the skin bristling and his muscles began to have spasms and convulsive movements throughout his body, he fainted.

After a few minutes, he woke up, but not in a Maracaibo's street, he woke up in an old colonial farmhouse, dressed in period costumes and his skin was not brown, it was white with clearly European features. He took short steps without direction and heard hurried footsteps heading towards where he was.

Mathias! My lord, wait for me -A pregnant mulatto shouted, barefoot running towards him.

In surprise, he turned around just as the shots rang out and the guards knocked the woman to the ground and although he ran towards her, he was late, she was dead.

Mathias woke up in the 21st century again, felt like crying, he had discovered the lost memory of his previous life.