4 I. Simon says... Part 2

I opened my eyes. I was sweating cold. I had turned on the heat before sleeping, but the place was freezing. I went down from the cabin to get a black T-shirt that I had stored and which I didn't unpack with the idea that it wouldn't serve me thanks to the giant temperature machine that rested on the side of the room. I put on the light black espadrilles that I had decided to wear every day during my stay, and suddenly I noticed something strange.

To my left, above the air conditioning machine, I saw through the window how a guy in a gray shirt and khaki pants, energetically ran out of the building in front and came straight to mine. He had something on his face, like a mask with teeth, probably a dog, or a wolf. He disappeared into the corner of my building, a corner that no longer allowed me to see anything else. Without warning, the lights in the car park between the front building and mine went out, leaving the place completely dark.

I panicked.

I grabbed the black shirt I was looking for and went out for answers. To my surprise, it seemed they were all still sleeping, or working. Maybe here it was dawn at eight, I couldn't explain it at that time. Despite everything being dark, I was heading to Junior's room for the answers I was expecting to find but was in the hallway when I heard a surprising and heartbreaking scream from the lower floors.

My senses were alerted. The hairs on my skin stood on end. My breathing steadied and I could even hear my heartbeat to the sound of each echo of the footsteps of whoever was climbing down the hall at that moment.

I tried to go back to my room, but it was too late. That masked boy, in a plum t-shirt and khaki pants, had reached my floor and had a shiny razor in his hand.

His gaze was empty. It didn't inspire fear, or anger, or hatred. They were white eyes, like those of a blind man, reflected in the dim light from the window behind him. But his posture was curved, like that of a feline about to attack.

I swiped my card through the RFID reader in my room, but the shit didn't read the code. That damn sound that denied my stay in the room flickered with every attempt. I had him on me without realizing it. He ran at full speed against me. I covered myself with both hands, since I couldn't see anything at all, and then he passed by. He didn't touch me at any time. The body completely pierced me and kept running as if chasing someone else.

The fact piqued my curiosity, so with the door locked and nowhere else to go I followed him, without thinking so much to regret later and not now, what I was doing. I hit the end of the opposite corridor, the one that ends with a window overlooking the cemetery. He veered left and headed down the stairs. I jumped three at a time to beat time, but I was wrong. I slipped on one of the jumps and lost a shoe. Aware that the boy, or ghost at that time, was escaping I decided to follow the path barefoot of the right foot.

I went down to the first floor as best I could and went through the door on the left, the metal one that leads to the fence that denotes the property line, and a part of the local cemetery.

I noticed how the door to the corridors of the front building was closed, and through the window, a head that was going quickly through it to exit through the other side of the building. I followed him without thinking, again. I ran through the passage and veered to the right, the direction this 'ghost' had taken.

I passed leaving the room doors behind me, I flew past the kitchen window, I went all the way around the outside of the building to reach him. The door to the corridor closest to the lobby was closing when I arrived in time to stop him. I saw his feet climb the stairs of building one, the one in front of mine.

I went up to the second floor and managed to see him turn thanks to the window that they put right next to the door. Until then I had not realized that I no longer felt anything in my right foot, it was very cold, the palm now hurt with each step. The nose also bothered me. Inside, my lungs felt frigid, and my throat was clearing like typhoid. I coughed and coughed for a moment. I got dizzy.

I lost it, I thought. Not caring about my health condition, I stepped out into the second-floor corridor. The light shortened behind me and those of the corridor were fading one by one, from the farthest, like a chorus. It was as if the night was closing in on my face and confronting me.

When the last light lost its shine, an icy breeze caressed my cheeks and reddened my ears. A door was open. You could hear how the bolt, which had apparently been broken by the cold, was hitting the plate thanks to the rocking of the door.

I moved closer, my fear outweighed by my curiosity. I supported the weight of my body on the frozen wood that made the walls of the building. Shabby and hard, like used plastic. My left arm propelled me as I balanced with my foot on the same side, trying not to touch the metal railing so as not to burn myself from the ice impregnated on it.

I felt the door, pushed it inside. The room was dark. It was more than dark, it was empty, it was getting lost in infinity and seeing no way out. Out of the darkness, suddenly, a hand-pulled me inside. I lost my balance and fell flat on my face in the dark. I didn't see anything, I didn't feel anything around.

It was so dark that it gave me the feeling of being completely blind. By the time I felt the rope around my neck, it was too late. They pulled so hard on it that my soul shot out and took my last breath with it.