Random story time with Krom #1 : Ghosts of Caracas Vol.1

The Ghosts of Caracas Vol.1

The year was 1909. Evening had already befallen the peaceful distric of San Jose. Out of a particularly beautiful house Margarita Moreno found herself in the backyard to pick up some clothes that were basking in the rays of the sun.

The backyard was wide, with a stone floor. The area was filled with leafy bushes of guayaba, mango, bananas and oranges. A fresh breeze, which came from the Avila, made branches, loaded with fruit, dance. Margarita filled her baskets with washed clothes that she would put in the laundry room.

By 7:30 PM she began her last trip to the house when something made her stop midway. She had clearly heard the sound of hooves behind her... hooves? That was very strange; in her house they had no beasts that carried burden. Somewhat apprehensively, Margarita resumed her march without looking back. Almost immediately the hooves that had stopped with her began again.

The young woman hurried her steps, the hooves seemed to hurry after her. As she listened, she could unmistakably hear that the hooves were a horse's. Margarita, not able to contain herself anymore, and at the edge of panic, dropped the laundry basket and made a run for the house. All the while, the hooves of the infernal horse trotted after her.

She finally made it home. Trembling with fear, the girl came to the kitchen to tell her family what happened. They illuminated the backyard with candles and lamps, but dared not step out. Both girl and family knew that it was not the animal of a stable master, but the ghostly aberration on which the spirits rode that awaited outside in the lonely night.

Caracas is a city known for it's haunted past, rather fruitful in experiences of the eternal.

Several years prior to Margarita's story, Doctor Diego  Urbaneja was working late at night in his office at the Yellow House, when suddenly the gas lamp which lit his room was dispersed. Not thinking much of it, the doctor lit the lamp again and continued his work. Again, the light was swallowed into the night. 

The doctor grew more cautious as the phenomenon happened more often, more frequently. He ordered his workers to bring him more lamps.

This did not prevent his room from being swallowed by the void. The High Officer, annoyed, and somewhat intimidated, decided to leave for the evening and return home.

The next day he explained what happened to his co-workers. Several swore that the Yellow House was haunted, ghosts playing tricks on those they were envious of. Still today, in the heart of the City of Caracas, this building is famous for the supposed ghosts that haunt it.

These legends originated from the same house. In colonial times it was a terrible prison on which many patriots found a gruesome death; bodies would be buried in the backyard and basement. Their tormented spirits, unable to find peace, would wander the hallways and surrounding streets of the Yellow House at night. 

Time passed, and the old house was renovated. It became  the Ministery of External Relationships, but even still, centuries later, concerned guards report having seen ghosts walking up and down the isolated stairs.

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