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Here you have a pseudo-fantastic short story,
The House of the Wind - By David Nail -

The guy

The guy was debating its existence between amenizante threatening and always invite me to parties that were not theirs, once there proposed raising money to get drugs and if attendees resisted, whimpering first and if not getting nowhere, I sent to hell.

Always ended up with the stock of the place and immediately went to for snuff.

Once on the street things happened to us so great as not to lose the rhythm of everyday life.

For example. One night we walked into the trendy bar and gambling dens called where you could still see and of course, in their world there is always something to celebrate. So began the search for equity partners for a better world.

It turns out that during the two hours we were there, did not move from the bar, just to take a piss it was when you could see in the service door waiting for the opportunity to be invited to a seducing dash yes, with tribal dances and roncola withdrawal in hand.

I think I went three times to pee and was getting more into your world, breaking empty bottles and shouting in their own language or phrases that he understood. The waiter fashion in the city approached the style of a good man with the patience exhausted and said:

- What the hell are you going? if it did not know you'd already be out of this bar, if you go free, you ask me to do the two for one drinks, walk into the booth to play records when no one asks you, go to the store to get high when even do we work here, break glasses, bottles and encourage people to do so. Already these reassuring or call security.

He repeated two sentences,

- I have not been! They are the ones!

Pointing to blame for their withdrawal.

Seeing the situation that so often have ended with the expulsion of the type in question, took the fashion bar thereupon you out of my car.

Driving back home I asked why know the type, and if there was one for which was worth knowing "The guy in question."

INTRODUCTION TO "THE HOUSE OF THE WIND" BY THE "CAPTAIN AHAB"

Reconsidered and went where he had left, braked, opened the window and ...

- Add papaya

- Where are we going?

- To continue the buzz.

We headed for the den of a camel who called himself "Captain Ahab" someone new to us recommended by "The Dwarf", greeted us happy ...

- Pass Pass, half do not stay ...

- Hey, you know the Dwarf?

- Of course this afternoon has been here and you do not return soon, lol midget fucking vicious ...

- He told us that ...

- Yes, I called, as you want?

- Two

- Okay, but before I invite you to a round ...

He invited us and started talking about his life, how it started in the sale of cocaine found in a bundle to the coast while diving and the 23 years since they put a wall of platinum at a clinic in Cuba, something that my friend was fascinated by as much as the movie "Scarface" his hero, Tony Montana.

The captain was a nice guy and elegant, I wondered what was going to last about friendship with him as my friend always ended with everyone cagándola, pasta owed countless camels which we spent dodging in all times.

As the captain spoke and my friend heard between consecutive dashes, I was left without realizing it, staring at a painting on the wall. In a house could be seen atop a cliff overlooking the sea ...

- The House of the wind - exclaimed the captain ...

- How? - I answered the question ...

- This picture is of "the house of the wind", a house built on a cliff that drug dealers used to receive the goods, is now uninhabited. The cliff has numerous passageways leading from the sea to the house on the top, legend has it that the wind enters through the passages and harmonies create tones, as if siren songs and be treated there if you resist more than two night the wind will reveal secrets nobody has known ...

- Ostia! - My friend said this is the fucking coke!

- A yes, lol - the captain said as he laughed ... and continue with the usual ritual ... Then came the dwarf and joined the party ...

TAPAS AND RODS

We leave the lair of Captain Ahab the three, my friend, the dwarf and I, with a huge buzz but awake like no other, were two in the afternoon, we had spent the entire morning being invited by the captain and talking about everything twisted, decided to go for tapas and a beer at "croquettes sea" for its tapas bar legendary and unique treatment of the owner, Mr Tapa, to us.

- Here come the drunks! - Exclaimed, laughing - a beer?

- And Mr. Cover tapas! - Said the dwarf ...

- I will fuck! What are some weight!!-Joking Mr. Cover

- That right! Another day celebrating the cruel human existence! Said my friend ...

- Hey, it touches us or we - I

- The captain is a crack, put in shit up to their eyeballs and leads with a joy that is not normal, 'said the dwarf ...

- Well I go to the bathroom and prepare something-running was

- My friend is unstoppable ... hey, you know the house of the wind? Is that the captain told us that ...

- Yeah, we all tell the same story, I know a bit more than you know where it is ... - said the dwarf ...

- Where is it? - Mr. Cover asked as we put the rods and caps ... To Mr Tapa was not interested in the least but as get questions based on what I heard last ...

- Your friend? Be in the bathroom getting clenched, if you are a endrogaos ... - He left laughing, did not care the least that we use the bathroom for other purposes ...

- Well, still, is in? I asked

The dwarf got a whole tortilla skewer into his mouth to tell me the place, just like him, then the phone rang him and tended him with his mouth full, I took the time to visit my friend who was in the bathroom. When we returned from the bathroom the dwarf had disappeared, that bastard! For once something I was interested in the life that was not sex, drugs and rock and roll, and very rat escapes me ... He left a note on the table saying, "northern cliffs, ancient lighthouse."

- We? I asked my friend

- No pay? - He asked

- No man, that if we go north to the cliffs! - I said showing him the note

- Ah! I guess, you drive, I have no where to go and I overlapped ...

- Me too, hehehehe

We just rods and caps, and we went to the car.

TRAVEL BY CAR

- Hey, what do we do?

- Let's northern cliffs, I see that house and spend two nights, I have blankets here, you have that, we caught drink, dope and food for tonight and the next ...

- Okay, stop! cool ...

As I drove I felt my life would change from that moment on we decided to do something different. On the cassette: The Cramps, Sex Pistols, Teenage Head ...

It was three twenty in the afternoon, I figured two hours, it is still day and could camp ...

It was a good day, good temperature, sunshine, watched the way like a "road movie" they were, waiting for the "Duel" run behind us or find a "dead woman of the curve" pick and have a chat restless, have an encounter with the family of "leather face" ... That just happened in our minds or at least in mine.

Arriving at the northern cliff area, time seemed to have changed in life, cloudy, damp and gray, rocky terrain made with almost no vegetation, no life, to being able to observe the ride gloomy faces in the rocks that looked and indicated that there had little to do, that we had not lost anything. Nowadays even a rock is wrong. We follow the winding road leading to the end of the world and a little further, past a ruined lighthouse but airport lights, I could make something like what I saw in that picture ...

- The house of the wind - I cried

- What? How? What's up? - Asked my friend, he had been half-catatonic by the curves ...

- There he is! You see? We are coming!

It was like in the picture, a thumbnail of the home of "Count Dracula" or at least that I wanted to see just the edge of a cliff.

THE HOUSE OF THE WIND

Someone paved the way to the house. The painter of the picture, I do not care who if not why, but think of the author of the work. Whatever it was was out and saw him outside, not the fucking house painted inside or by chance! The dwarf, why let that note? I guessed at once that the dwarf was a bastard son of Captain Ahab who painted that picture, and certainly by those cliffs was where it all began for him the life of a dealer, etc ... I figured a lot but, I hit on something? Still do not know ...

It was still daylight but seemed to be so cloudy evening, we went to the house examining the terrain, the house seemed to be well preserved, had two floors, we come and look through the windows inside the house.

- Dude, this house seems to be inhabited, 'said my friend

- Yes, but you see someone? I do not, Captain Ahab also said no one lived here, let's go ...

We started to pick the lock and we got it ...

- You first said my friend

The interior was comfortable that everything was out, inspect the house and well ...

- Look! Above the fireplace! It's the same box I cried, I went and watched it was the same, identical only with three differences that I did not comment at the moment, one could see my car parked in the same place and the other two were two bodies plunging into the void ... I was paralyzed and could not think of anything else to say ...

- Well, I'll put a round to fire.

- Ear filthy!

I bent down to see the logs that were at hand, my friend was about to make the two rays, and had scattered when suddenly a gust of wind or a strong breeze carried them flying ...

- Shit! Close the door no power! -

Said my friend

- If it is closed!

- For the window!

It was incredible every time the wind blew stronger, that's when I went to check the windows and door were closed! Wind power acquired five degrees inside the house, everything was moving like an earthquake, the roars were unpleasant, or style harmonies or poll ... The two, lying on the floor, my friend under the table yelling something could not understand. I could reach the doorknob and opened it and poked my head out, out there was no wind, rather calm and the fog began to make an appearance. Suddenly the storm stopped to lash home ...

- Jood that flip! Uncle in my fucking life had not seen anything like it, I said

- Let's go buddy! - I repeated my friend from under the table ...

- Calm down, tomorrow we go, we'll eat something and try to sleep ...

The dinner was good, we warm cans of beans, drink wine and fall under the blankets round ... It was a quiet night ...

HOLIDAY SUNDAY

She had not enjoyed a sunny Sunday out of town, waking my friend was making coffee ...

- Good morning! Here there is everything! Coffee, gas, water, milk ... Look, look - pointed out some closets and pantry open-expired over nothing!

- Great, let's go from here colleague who does not give me very good spine ...

- I have also discovered a door into a passageway under the house, we can make a raid to see what there is, no electricity but I dare not go alone ...

We were silent for a few seconds, we could hear the wind go those passages, this time he produced harmonies, songs of sirens, something magical that lasted barely a minute ...

- Okay, let's take a look and go after eating ... - I said.

We walked down the passage, every twenty meters below a flight of steps carved into the solid rock, a light fixture subway station worthy of the siren and closer ...

Suddenly the lights went out, the siren song mingled with the voices of men up in the house, we could hear

- They are here! Find him and bring them alive!

We cagamos pants, we hugged each other and we rely blindly on the wall in silence ...

The light lit up without hesitation and started running down the stairs and other hallways until you reach a cave overlooking the sea, there a kind of dike built and a docking ramp where the narcos.

The sound of a boat from the sea came nearer and nearer, we decided to hide and wait for some action to invite us to react intelligently.

It was a speedboat with two men inside, quickly climbed the ramp and began unloading bales, tranquility and how quickly they did was remarkable, among them did not speak, not to lack, work is work. They knew they were being observed by us and anyone else ... Once unloaded the goods ...

- Stop! Police! Hands up!

The arrested, handcuffed and went to the house. Two were watching assault uniform goods.

Later he heard screams of torture and followed the same roar of the night before, screaming and shouting. The two guards received an urgent order to climb, we take the time and we went outside the cave, clinging to the rocks, desperate.

Someone rushed into the void, there were two bodies slapping against the rocks, broken bones sounded like ... They were the two men in the boat, fell thirty feet from where we were.

I figured they would be looking for the occupants of the parked car, mine, and I screwed me up ... We were paralyzed, we did not know what to do, whether to go out and explain that we were there for a magical experience and catch the boat and go from there ... But guns , and the car? They would know, or rather our data mine ...

The screams of torture continued to occur, and a succession of gunshots echoed inside the cave and in less than a minute silence. An hour passed and we perceived no movement anywhere.

- I'm going up I said to my friend

- You're crazy, 'he replied

- We can not be here a long time, if the path clear we beat hell out of here ...

FLIGHT AND OUTCOME

I was cautious on the ascent to the house, heard no noise and the siren song of returning to normal. I came to the door of the house and looking a bit, I saw bodies lying on the policemen were six, two were shot in the head and the other four, hanged in different beams. I went in and bowled heard footsteps of someone running up from the cave was my friend with a bundle in his hand.

- What are you doing? Are you crazy? Leave it and let's go here!

- But if you told me to come up with a bundle and ... Ostia! -Without further thought we left the house with our things, pack and box balls.

We ran to the car, we went, we started and we shotguns.

Inside the car still with the heart a thousand revolutions asked.

- What the hell was that you heard?

- I heard you yelling at me to grab a pack and quickly rise to the house ...

- Shit, man, I swear I did not say anything ...

- And you, what you caught the picture? - I asked

- I do not know, just ordered me like sirens to you and said that the bundle ...

- Ostia! This is the fucking coke!

On the cassette: Bob Dylan, Blowing in the Wind

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