Saturday of suspense: "Cornelio's love nights"!

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Thank you very much dear friends for the company and reading my post, the days have passed very quickly, again we have arrived on Saturday, day in which my blog becomes mystical and scary, for those who enjoy horror movies, it's time of a pause and enjoy a reading, natural or supernatural facts of life, dark legends told to us by our parents. I invite you to enjoy an urban legend as we did in our childhood.

The land without evil throughout history lodge different cultures, believers and superstitious of paranormal things and beyond, according to their beliefs between earth and hell there is a portal, where assiduously there are entities that return to their homes or places of origins.

 

Welcome dear friends to another Saturday of suspense, Corrientes are very superstitious, since children were inculcated to believe and respect paranormal things, the land without evil houses thousands of stories of events that have been witnessed.

Today's story narrated my mother on a rainy day

Many years ago we lived in the neighborhood of Ponce, a small neighborhood located in the suburbs of the province, a place forgotten in time, adobe and straw houses, bathrooms with latrines, candlelight and cistern water, taking water from there was very dangerous, you were exposed to the earth giving way and you were trapped in the well covered by a large amount of Tuyuti land

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At that time I was eight years old, the separation from my parents, forced us to move, the money was not enough to continue living in the capital of Corrientes, reasons to live in this seedy neighborhood.

Seeing his presence caused fear, distant houses immersed in the thicket, streets of land surrounded by frightening trees, that seemed to speak with the creak of the wind, the sun was witness to my fears while it heated the sandy soil of its streets.

A thick fog was rising from the east

while the sun was getting lost in the western cane fields, the cloudiness intensified my fears, the sunset and the night caused a worry in me, local legends invaded my mind, that child disappeared at the hands of the pombero, the attack that the neighbor of lobizón lived on or the Friday nights when Solís's daughter became a witch.

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The stories of my mother were an extra spice to intensify my fears, those situations that I live in childhood or urban stories told by his father, the time he lived in the colony of the San Judas.

That Saturday a soccer game was planned behind the church, something that could not be done due to inclement weather. Sitting on small tree trunks, we heard my mother recount what happened to her uncle Cornelio.

Cornelius was in adolescence, had recently met the woman of his life or his first love, say that men in love do anything, just to see our beloved, uncle was no exception.

The land without evil is watered by the blood of our brothers, those who died defending the homeland, infinities of battles were fought, to disrupt the colonizers who They came with the intention of exploiting the riches of our lands.

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Correntinos are very superstitious, since childhood we were inculcated to believe in paranormal things, there are those who affirm, that those people who had a tragic death, their souls wander in pain at nightfall.

Uncle Cornelio's mother knew about these things, raised her children with recommendations. Do not leave the ranch once darkened! His words echo in my mother's memory, those warnings that I made to grandma.

Take care my son, the night is to be locked in his house, when the moon rises, the souls in pain are hanging around his deathbed, these places they were battlefields, many innocents lost their lives in them.

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As expected the heart in love with Cornelius, made overcome the fears that caused the recommendations of his mother, at nightfall rode several miles to visit his beloved, his heart beat at thousands of beats per minute, while the gallop of the chestnut He gained ground in the dense darkness of the night.

Noises that I had never heard reached his ears, the force of the wind moved the branches of the trees, covering the cries of pain and lament that came from the throat of a soul in pain, perhaps some soldier who died defending the homeland and today his soul is trapped in the earth.

Uncle Cornelio had to spend several hours of fear to enjoy the love of his beloved, sometimes in front of the only witness. Moon! That with its brightness let these young lovers see their love consume, howls of wolves bristled their skins, while they reached the ecstasy of forbidden love. The riding of the chestnut was repeated daily, speeding gallops to the mischievous field, encouraged every so often by the blow of Teyuruguay that Uncle Cornelio gave, challenging the souls in pain that inhabited the place.

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Uncle Cornelio rode safely on his horse, he knew that in the area there was no horse that ran so fast with the chestnut, every night it was challenging to cross the dark roads that surrounded the cemetery or the lagoon, where the battle of the lagoon was fought brava, some of the worst battles that my people book, in which hundreds of correntinos fell dead, there are still those who claim that their souls wander in pain for the place ...

That night the moon illuminated the road as if it were daylight, in the distance he saw two horses running fast in their direction and as hurriedly hurried the pazos of the chestnut, the horses approached more and more

a few meters from him the horses rode fast, on their backs you could not see the riders who were leading the animals, something weird to see, usually horses do not run at that speed without his riders.

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A few meters away I hear the voices of the men riding the horses, the fear numbed the body of the uncle, looked astonished at the horses without being able to see the people who spoke to them.

At that moment of the story, a cold wind entered the galponcito, where my mother narrated the experience of the uncle

bristling our piles at the moment when a loud thunder deafened the Instead, my mother could not help making the sign of the cross. My God, take pity on us! I looked at my mother and saw her face transmit fear, I heard her hesitate when she took up the story again. I remember as if it were today, the day my uncle told the story, his hands were still shaking, his voice was interrupted as the story went, my mother said.

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Stop the horse's march!

They were the voices that he listened without seeing where they came from, they were supposed to be horsemen of the two horses that ran fast by his side.

Please do not berries in that direction! A thousand meters from here is the enemy and they are finishing everything in their path.

The guy kept running on the chestnut, at a certain moment, he felt light, it was as if he were flying in the air, followed by a strong blow to his ribs, a blow that left marks when he broke three of his ribs.

Now, lying on the ground I could see many horses, galloping quickly to the side of the lagoon Brava

that night he understood not to challenge the stories of his mother, according to our beliefs, the people who are banished their lives, always wander around their deathbed.

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 This is another story that houses the land without evil, something that I live and hear my mother in her childhood, no one can certify that these stories are true, as my mother says. There are, there are.

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I'll wait for you tomorrow to enjoy another account of my land in Corrientes.

José Luis Fernández
Corrientes Argentina
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