10-11-2012 / 215 Morelos Avenue
215 Morelos Avenue
This is my only memento of the house located at 215 Morelos Avenue.
I wish I didn't have it.
I remember it was nighttime, it was cold but I was hungrier. I spent all afternoon taking pictures of people who were enjoying the newly installed stroll in that street every Saturday after 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
It had been a good day in my opinion. That's when I had the brilliant idea of asking "What could go wrong today?"
It was when I finished saying that, that I saw her. The most beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life. I never believed in love at first sight until I felt my heart racing like if I had chewed on a high tension wire.
She was putting away several bags of cookies that she sold outside of 215 Morelos Avenue. The bags were stored inside a box and then she folded down a table she used to display them.
She looked annoyed. I thought it was due to the poor sales; even though the stroll was packed, few people actually bought something.
To this day I still don't know if I approached her to ask about the cookies cost due to my hunger or because of my frantic heart.
"20 pesos" she said without looking at me. She was counting the money inside a little metallic box.
"Can I help you with that?" I asked.
She stared right at me for a moment with her damn beautiful green eyes.
"Do you want to help me?" she asked without taking her eyes off me.
And me, being the idiot I am, I nodded while smiling.
She opened the main door, which by now was being illuminated by the light bulb above it.
I swear that when I took the picture of it, it was yellow.
Then I helped her to take her things inside the house, she asked me to put them inside an empty room, or at least I couldn't see anything in it.
Finally all things were inside and she just stared at me. Due to her deathly silence, I thought that my presence was a problem. That's why when I finished setting the table on the ground, I decided it was best to leave.
"There you go, that's all of it. I'll be leaving now, have a good..."
Before I could finish the phrase, she rushed towards me and gave me he best kiss I've ever been a part of in my life.
Without giving it a second thought, I went with it. It was the most passionate and intimate kiss I ever received. The kind that washes all the soot off your soul.
I opened my eyes to see her. Sometimes I think it was better to do so, sometimes I think it would have been better to keep them shut.
She was looking at me with her green eyes, but they weren't those that stared at me outside of the house, these were full of flames and weeping blood.
It was at that moment that I felt I was losing something, I didn't know what, all I could see was my skin turning grey.
She threw me to the ground and her face wasn't the one that stunned me, it was pale grey, with a gargantuan mouth that sheltered red needles as teeth.
She didn't stop staring at me, with those lidless eyes that injected terror.
"Didn't they tell you that the Devil comes as everything you ever wished for?" I heard her saying in my mind but I was so scared I couldn't even think of the question.
When the green flames covered all her body, the room that was empty became lit and I could finally see what was really in it: cadavers hanging from the walls and the ceiling. All of them had small holes on different parts of the body.
Interestingly enough, the same size as the cookies.
I also understood why I couldn't see the walls or the floor at the time, they were painted in blood. The origin of it was obvious by now.
At the same time that I saw the room contents, I also glanced at a window that led to the exterior, to the Morelos Street.
The only thing available to me to break it was the camera hanging from my neck. The only loyal and trustworthy companion I ever had.
Even though a part of me didn't want to, my survival instinct didn't think of it twice and my camera flew across space until breaking the window.
She squealed like if I had pierced her chest with a stake.
I opened my way through the cadavers, which tried to hold and retain me.
When I reached the windowsill, she held my ankle. I could tell because it burned. To this day I still carry the scar.
"Where are you going, coward?" she said in a mocking tone, "Are you afraid you'll like it?"
Before she could say anything else, I was already at the floor of the sidewalk, filled with blood stains, and then I heard someone yelling in pain and anguish inside the house.
Thanks to my "good luck", in the adjacent corner was a police car, and of course, the officers heard the yelling and ran towards me.
Taking in account that they would hardly believe my story, I took what was left of my poor camera, stood up and ran for it.
The only thing I remember was that I ran without stopping and before I knew it, I was home.
I entered and ran towards the bathroom to wash the blood off, but it was gone.
There was nothing. I was like if nothing happened, except for the part where I ran through the streets like a mad man.
Days later I printed the photos I shot that day when this one showed up. The one that was supposed to be colored. Where the most beautiful girl I've ever seen was supposed to be.
I never understood what happened or why it happened.
The only thing I understood was to never walk in front of 215 Morelos Avenue again and to always remember that the Devil comes as everything you ever wished for.
I guess that's what the sweet man would have written if he had the chance.
That man from where the sweetest cookies I've ever sold came from.
The same cookies people fight over without knowing that the main ingredient is a secret of the house.
The house in 215 Morelos Avenue.
;-)
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