Story of a Ghost Town by Francesco Brasiello

Author:Francesco Brasiello [Brasiello, Francesco]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2017-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

III – Nuixib Yuum K’iin

A good sommelier could comment a wine saying: ‹‹Consistent, cherish, fruity, spicy, a touch of mineral salt, an aftertaste slightly salty. Soft and elegant››, for you it would be simply “red wine”. The same way I’ll try to describe what we heard , but it would be easier to say: “Terror”.

An horrible screaming mixed with a grunt, that seemed a sentence in a incomprehensive language, it could be the barking of a dog or some kind of a mountain’s beasts, a rattle, a boom. Something that is impossible to define, all at once. And it became from the path that we just passed. It seemed so near...

I don’t know how long it lasted, certainly less than the time to describe it. The fact is that in a moment we crossed the gate, to feel safe from whatever produced that abominable verse. We walked about twenty feet backwards, looking terrified in the direction of the trail, almost without realizing.

We wouldn’t dare to speak, to ask “what it was” would be stupid, because no one could answer. Was it possible that our hearing had again deceived us?...no, we all heard it clearly. To ask would be as to admit the reality of that horrible and scary situation; it would means to say: “I don’t know what it was, but it’s something to be afraid of!”

While we’re looking at each other, something falls from above making me startled: it’s a summer thunderstorm; the rain’s drops as large as golf balls. It is so violent that the first thing we do is to cover our heads and look for a shelter...poor ones...inside the crumbling and absolutely no-friendly medieval castle.

Grey! This is the predominant color...and total abandonment. Completely invaded by plants lurking on the walls, but unfortunately they are not green plants: a bit of color would have made the situation more bearable. They’re dark, almost black, and they seem sick. The mist laying on the ground, here, is denser, as if a white coat is covering it. A painful vision that put even more anguish and that surely doesn’t help our already exhausted mood.

We quickly find a shelter in a crumbling building, but at least it has a roof. It’s difficult to understand what kind of building it was, it’s too ruined. And there, finally, we speak: ‹‹Guys, what was that???›› I ask

‹‹It’s been horrible›› is Anna’s answer

‹‹Maybe it was the thunderstorm, what else could it be?›› intervenes Antonio.

Grey! This is the predominant color...and total abandonment.

Yes, what else? Suggestions again. Stop! We had to go away from there, but it was raining too much and we would go home with flu and feeling as if our bones were broken.

We have to wait for a better moment, as much as to go back in safety. But time was passing and seemed that the rain forgot that everything has a begin and an end. In that moment the end seemed more and more distant.

We were sheltering for about an hour, kept in hostage by that bloody storm.

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