THE NIGHT WHEN MY HANDS WERE NOT STAINED WITH BLOOD
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It all started that Halloween night of 1990, my body was dehydrated and tired from so much walking and wandering, the truth is that the life of a beggar is not easy at all and after wandering aimlessly I managed to reach a very busy area, where people are disguised with creepy masks and where it seems that they pay tribute to the dead.
What a good beggar costume, it is an excellent costume, what originality, were the words of some people in the area. If they only knew that this costume has been with me for more than 5 years, so I have to take advantage of the moment to get something to eat, I will do what everyone does, knock on the doors of the houses and there they will be waiting for you with candy and other surprises.
With my disguise as a beggar, I have obtained results, suddenly where the street number 4 of that mysterious area ends, I noticed a large mansion, perhaps a little deteriorated by time, surely it would offer me great things, were the thoughts that went through my head.
I have made the decision to approach it, it is a mansion with a very old design that in order to get to the house I have to go through a big black gate that as soon as I approached it opened automatically.
I approached carefully and somewhat fearful and it was enough to knock twice on the door, when it automatically opened, there was a big party, however, the color of the walls seemed strange to me, they emitted a phosphorescent green and something intense and the people in the middle of their celebration apparently seemed dead, although they were very friendly.
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You can stop by the table and serve whatever you want, wow! This is the opportunity I've always been waiting for and the one I've been longing for in my dreams, I think this is the time to satisfy my stomach and right in between so much food and drink, my gaze just focused on that coffee punch and although the color was not brown, the description on the container clearly read "strongly addictive coffee punch".
How was this possible, among so much food, my eyes and my need for food, were only focused on that drink, which had an exquisite appearance and without thinking, I took one of the cups and served myself of that elixir of the gods, with a characteristic aroma of freshly ground coffee, although its taste emitted a slightly strange sensation to the palate.
So I was wearing sip by sip, that were my last memories, as suddenly my body was weakening and my eyes became heavier and heavier and were only fixed on the green color of those walls.
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I have managed to wake up, it is already dawn and all I can see around me is a lot of blood and many disfigured people.
Fear has invaded me and my head is thundering, so much so that I have decided to squeeze it with both hands, the pain is so intense that it seems as if a speaker wanted to come out of my head, even so I have run away without looking back, suddenly I look at my hands, I notice that they are stained with blood, Oh God, what have I done?
The only way out is to run away from that place, I do not remember what happened that night, still my hands give me away and after a long walk, night has fallen again and my body demands something to eat, suddenly I saw in the distance an old beggar friend, he had had some luck, as he was carrying enough food.
I go up to where he is and without thinking twice he has invited me to eat some of what he has gotten and so we have approached the bridge where we usually take shelter from the inclement weather.
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After I finish eating, again appears that strong pain in my head and that painful and intermittent noise that only forces me to sleep and the next morning, I only think of that intense green of the walls of that old mansion, I look around and there he was, my friend the beggar with his face all disfigured and dying, again I have to run away, I do not understand what is happening in my life.
Could it be that that strange coffee punch has something to do with what is happening to me? And so the days and nights went by, and with them, the amount of death that fell around me increased.
On another of those strange nights, I managed to get to a kind of farm, where I hid in a chicken coop, the next day I was surrounded by headless animals and there was a lot of blood around me.
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Although I had tried to denounce my crimes, the police never believed me and I ended up being kicked out of the station, many will think I am a psychopath, I tell them that my hands are not stained with blood.
After wandering the streets, I managed to get to the strange Sanctuary, where they listened to me and locked me up for two years, coming to the conclusion that there is a parasite in me, and that although it is weakened, there will come a time when it will come out of my mouth in the form of a small coffee bean.
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Hey there!
That was a clever story.
A beggar's "costume" on a night known for receiving treats... shame it's a night of horror though:)
Greetings, that beggar disguise gave him the possibility to get some food, although also through the coffee punch, he received strange processes that now force him to kill and become a psychopath.
Thanks for the comment and be well.
This was a fun read, quite fluent and free flowing! Let's hope the coffee bean freely flows out of your mouth soon too hehe!
Greetings, thanks for your point of view, I think that coffee bean if it flows will generate more death around it, so it is better that it is locked up in the place where it is.
That story just got stranger and stranger.
But sometimes coffee does strange things to people
Definitely the coffee punch that the beggar drank caused him adverse effects, so much so that he became a psychopath who was not responsible for his actions when he murdered.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving your point of view. Regards
The coffee surely must have given you some kind of superpower..the kind that leaves dead bodies wherever he goes...clever story!...smooth and quite enjoyable ...❤️❤️
Thanks mate, certainly a commentary that fits this very strange story. hahaha.
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Congratulations for the creative story you told us, and for the personal photos you retouched, I think it was a very good idea haha. And I liked too the detail that the protagonist is a homeless, and people thought that it's was a costume.