The noise of your bones

Tell me, have you ever played parts of your body that you never thought you could hear?

Tell me, have you ever bent body parts that you never thought you would bend?

Tell me, did you ever break parts of your body that you never believed would break?

Let me give a warning to you, yes, to you who does not stop cracking his bones. To you, who every second, must hear that satisfying little sound, almost as if your bones were breaking. It is no longer enough for you to listen to the crunch of your fingers, your back, your chest, your ankles, your neck ... Each and every one of them is part of a symphony that you must listen to every day, but I must warn you not do it more, because with that sound, you are calling her.

For her, the noise of your bones is like the sweet voice of a siren, melodious, loving and an invitation to cross the barrier, the noise of the bones, is her invitation to come to our world.

Nobody knows how it exists, or how it travels, it also lacks a name, but I prefer to call it the Bent Woman. Dubbed? Yes, bent because her curves are not straight, her walk is affected by her twisted feet and backwards, her head is opposite her chest, and her arms, her long arms are twisted to help her walk through the dark hallways; His dark, long and dirty hair covers a face that you do not want to see ... a face that is better not to see.

They say that if every night you make the noise of your bones heard, either through the closet, under your bed, behind your door or through the mirror, it will come out, and even, its portal is that dark corner, where not even the light can discover its secrets. That night she visits you, pretend not to look at her, pretend you don't hear her shrill and sharp voice calling you, pretend you don't hear her body move around your room writhing and creaking with every step she takes to get closer to you. And yes, close your eyes and don't look at her, close your eyes, and pray it's just one more nightmare.

If you survive that night, maybe she won't come back to visit again, unless you want to invite her, letting your bones rattle.