photo taken by @wakeupkitty
The violin
They looked like members of a cult or something because they were transfigured. They mooed, grunted, growled, snarled, snarled, growled, shrieked, and spoke in what sounded like ancient languages. They didn't speak the same language, but they understood each other. There was one who played the violin frantically, apparently possessed, but not by me.
They thought it was an inconsequential game, invoked me in a poorly executed rite, but became open guests.
Probably, the violinist was the only one valuable to me with his shocking vibrational frequencies. Believing oneself to be a conjurer of nature spirits has some advantages, but also a dark purpose imposed by the portal entities. All dimensions have watchers, but some have misrepresented their functions.
The boys thought they had special gifts, but they were far from the truth with that belief. They were mere mortals with certain skills learned from the one who was their shamanic mentor for a time, but who disappeared before completing the first phase of training. The rest were pure tales, inventions, and manipulations of the fiddler who set himself up as a powerful sorcerer.
From his battered school came the "knowledge" of his companions, with "rituals" based on psychological tricks rather than spiritual skills.
That's why they caught my attention and I waited for the right moment to make mine the innocence that gave off their souls eager for occult adventures and attractive initiation rites, even if they were only the product of suggestion.
I hovered around the campfire and hysterically seduced them to lead them into the forest, to guide them to that beyond they longed to know. But, first, they had to bear the darkness that attracts fear. Now, I lead them to that secret place where we cross the threshold.
A flash of lightning distracted my attention: the sky opened and a blinding light burst forth. An imposing figure that electrified the ground with every step emerged from that light, looking in all directions with robotic movement.
"It's him," I said to myself, "I must wake them up so he doesn't take them away from me. They are mine, I transported them."
"It's him!" I whispered in their ears in the voice of enchantment... But, they did not listen to me, their minds were clouded by his nearness. So, I changed my form, I transformed into a violin, instead of whispering to them, I would camouflage them, so I turned them into my strings... He's getting closer, I think he knows it, I feel his huge energy very close... I was wrong, he's on to us!"
Now, he touches us in any corner like a normal guy.
Foto tomada por @wakeupkitty
El violín
Parecían miembros de una secta o algo así, porque estaban transfigurados. Mugían, gruñían, chillaban, hablaban en lo que parecían lenguas ancestrales. No hablaban el mismo idioma, pero se entendían. Había uno que tocaba un violín frenéticamente, aparentemente poseso, pero no por mí.
Ellos creían que era un juego intrascendente, me invocaron en un rito mal ejecutado, pero se convirtieron en huéspedes abiertos.
Probablemente, el violinista era el único valioso para mí con sus frecuencias vibratorias impactantes. Creerse un conjurador de espíritus de la naturaleza tiene algunas ventajas, pero también un oscuro propósito impuesto por las entidades del portal. Cada dimensión tiene vigilantes, pero algunos han torcido sus funciones.
Los chicos pensaban que tenían dones especiales, pero estaban lejos de la verdad con esa creencia. Ellos eran simples mortales con ciertas habilidades aprendidas de quien fuera su mentor chamánico por un tiempo, pero desapareció antes de completar la primera fase del adiestramiento. Lo demás, fueron puros cuentos, invenciones y manipulaciones del violinista quien se erigió a sí mismo como un poderoso hechicero.
De su escuela maltrecha surgieron los "conocimientos" de sus compañeros. Con "rituales" basados en trucos psicológicos más que en capacidades espirituales.
Por eso, llamaron mi atención y esperé el momento adecuado para hacer mía la inocencia que despedía sus almas ávidas de aventuras espiritualistas y atractivos ritos de iniciación, aunque fueran sólo producto de la sugestión.
Los estuve rondando en la fogata y los seduje con histeria colectiva para adentrarlos al bosque, para guiarlos a ese más allá que anhelaban conocer. Pero, primero debían cargarse de la oscuridad que atrae el miedo. Ahora, los llevo a ese lugar secreto donde traspasaremos el umbral.
Un relámpago fulminante distrajo mi atención: el cielo se abrió y manó una luz cegadora. Una figura imponente que electrificaba el suelo con cada paso surgió de esa luz, miraba en todas direcciones con movimiento robótico.
"Es él", pensé. "Debo despertarlos para que no me los quite. Son míos, yo los transporté"
" ¡Es él!" susurré en sus oídos con la voz de encantador... Pero, no me oían, sus mentes estaban obnubiladas por su cercanía. Por eso, cambié mi forma, me transformé en violín, en vez de susurrarles, los camuflaría, así que los volví mis cuerdas... Se acerca, creo que lo sabe, siento muy cerca su inmensa energía... Me equivoqué, ¡nos descubrió!"
Ahora, él nos toca en cualquier esquina como un chico normal.
08-06-2023
Writing Exercise in response to @freewritehouse A picture is Worth aThousand Words
Ejercicio de escritura en respuesta a @freewritehouse Una imagen vale ás que mil palabras
All images in this publication are attributed to their owners. DeepL translator and Grammarly were used for the English version.
Todas las imágenes de esta publicación están atribuidas a sus propietarios. Para la versión en inglés se utilizó el traductor DeepL y Grammarly.
Those boys did not listen as you whispered into their ears till you changed into the violin.
I wonder who you are.
Your (scary) story is intriguing but I can't figure it out.
Thanks for joining pic1000.
No, they never listened to the kidnapper after he took them. Apparently, the narrator is some sort of demon, fallen angel or supernatural being capable of assuming any form, even absorbing them and making them part of him. The other, apparently, is a more powerful being made of energy. The strange thing is the turn of events at the end and we do not know for sure what happened because the narrator also did not know how he was trapped along with his victims with the last form he adopted (the violin) and how the more powerful being took human form to become a virtuoso street violinist. Therein lies the unresolved intrigue because the narrator is not to be trusted.
I appreciate your interest in the story. Thanks for the support!
Scaring but alluring...if only the boys had listened to you
But now you've turned to a violin, why not make sounds they would understand
Hahahaha... It seems like a good idea, but you forget that the guys are now part of the violin, are the strings, and are still under the spell of the dark being who, in turn, was trapped by the other supernatural being who became a street violinist.
Thanks for stopping by, @pearlie123