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Here you have a pseudo-fantastic short story,
La Casa del Viento - By David Nail -

THE TYPE IN QUESTION

The type in question debated between threatening its existence and amenizante, always invited me to parties that were not his, once there proposed raising funds to get drugs and if attendees resisted, first whined and if not getting nowhere, they sent to hell.

Whenever we had with the stock of the place and then we would by snuff.

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

For example. One night we went into the trendy bar and called the hells where he still could 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, I moved the bar, just to take a leak that was when I could see in the service door waiting for the opportunity of being invited to a line seducing yes, with tribal dances and roncola withdrawal in hand.

I think I was pee three times and each time was more in the 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 in glasses, you enter the cabin to play records when nobody asks you, go to the store to get high when even do we work here, break glasses, bottles and encourage people to do so. Since these reassuring you or call security.

He kept repeating two phrases

- It was not me! They have been them!

Pointing to blame for their withdrawal.

Seeing the situation so many times have ended with the expulsion of the type in question, took the fashion bar then kick you out of my car.

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

INTRODUCTION TO "THE HOUSE OF THE WIND" by "Captain Ahab"

Thought better and went back where he had left, braked, opened the window and ...

- Upload sucker

- Where do we go?

- To continue the buzz.

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

- Come in Come in, do not stay half ...

- Hey, you know the Dwarf?

- Yes of course this afternoon has been here and certainly not back soon, hahaha fucking vicious dwarf ...

- He told us that ...

- Yes, I've been, how do you want?

- Two

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

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

The captain was a nice guy, yet elegant, I wondered what was going to last as friendship with him and my friends always end up screwing with everyone, you should paste many camels which we spent in dodging all times.

As the captain spoke and my friend heard from em dash and slash, I stayed, 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? - Answered with the question ...

- That picture is of "the house of the Wind", a house built on top of a cliff that used by drug traffickers to receive the goods, now uninhabited. The cliff has numerous passages from the sea leading to the house at the top, the legend says that the wind enters through the passages and harmonies creates tones, as if siren songs to be addressed and if you resist there more than two nights, the wind will reveal secrets that no one has yet known ...

- Gee! - My friend said this is a fucking coke!

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

CAPS AND CANES

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

- Here come the drunks! - Cried laughing - A cane?

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

- I will fuck! Who are some heavies! "Joked Mr. Cover

- How thoughtful! Another day celebrating the cruel human existence! Exclaimed my friend ...

- Hey, what touches us or we - I

- The captain is a crack, stuck in shit up to his neck and carries it with a joy that is not normal, "said the dwarf ...

- Well I'm going to the bathroom and make something-running was

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

- Yeah, everyone tells the same story, I know a bit more than you know where you are ... - said the dwarf ...

- The Where is that? - Asked Mr. Cover, as we put the rods and caps ... To Mr. Cover did not care the least but according came asking based on what I heard last ...

- Your friend? It will be fucked with clenched in the bathroom, if you are a endrogaos ... - He went off laughing, did not care the least that we use the bathroom for other purposes ...

- Well, still, is it in? Asked

The dwarf got a whole tortilla in his mouth to tell me the place, like him, then he rang his mobile and he answered 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 life that is not sex, drugs and rock and roll, and the very rat escapes me ... He left a note on the table saying, "northern cliffs, old lighthouse."

- Come? I asked my friend

- No pay? - He asked

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

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

- Me too, jejejeje

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

TRAVEL BY CAR

- Hey, we do?

- Come to the 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! mola ...

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

It was twenty minutes to three pm, I figured two hours, day and would still could camp ...

It was a good day, good temperature, sunshine, watched the way like a road movie they were, waiting for the "devil on wheels" to run after us or to find "the 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 mine.

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

- The house of the wind - I cried

- What? How? What happens? - Asked my friend, had been half-catatonic by the curves ...

- There he is! See it? We are coming!

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

LA CASA DEL VIENTO

Someone gave us 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 it from outside, did not paint the fucking house inside or chance! The dwarf, why you left 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? I still do not know ...

It was still daylight but seemed to be so cloudy evening, we went to the house examining the ground well, the house seemed well kept, had two floors, we went and looked 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, we will go ...

We started to pick the lock and get ...

- You first, "said my friend

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

- Look! Above the fireplace! It's the same box, "I said, I went and watched him well, was the same, identical only with three differences that I would not comment at the time, it could see my car parked in the same place and the other two were two bodies rushing 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 do the two stripes, and had scattered when suddenly a gust of wind or a strong breeze took them flying ...

- Shit! Shut the door there is power! -

Exclaimed my friend

- If it is closed!

- For the window!

It was something 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 in the house, everything was moving like an earthquake, the roars were unpleasant, or broods, or style harmonies ... The two, lying on the floor, my friend under the table shouting 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 was beginning to make an appearance. Suddenly the storm stopped to lash home ...

- Joodo, gotta take me! Fucking guy in my life had not seen anything like it "I said

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

- Calm down, tomorrow we will go, let's have some dinner and try to sleep ...

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

SUNDAY HOLIDAY

He 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 pantry cupboards open, and above there is nothing expired!

- Great, let's get out of here colleague who does not give me very good spine ...

- I've 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 we produced harmonies, songs of sirens, something magical which lasted just a minute ...

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

We entered the passage, every twenty yards later a flight of steps carved out of solid rock, a light fixture worthy of metro station and the siren song ever closer ...

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

- They're here! Find her and bring them alive!

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

The light lit up without thinking twice and started running down the steps and other corridors until you reach a cave overlooking the sea, there a kind of dike built dock and a ramp where the narcos.

The sound of a boat that came from the sea is getting closer, we decided to hide and wait for some action to invite us to respond intelligently.

It was a speedboat with two men inside quickly went up the ramp and began unloading bales, tranquility and the speed with which they did was impressive, including not speaking, I did not, work is work. They knew they were being observed by us and by someone else ... Once unloaded the goods ...

- Stop! Police! Hands up!

The arrested, handcuffed and put into the house. Two uniforms stood guard with assault merchandise.

Later he heard screams of torture and followed the same roar of the night, shouting and more shouting. The two guards were ordered to raise urgent, we take the time and we went out of the cave, clinging to the rocks, desperate.

Someone rushing into the void, two bodies were banging against the rocks, it sounded like broken bones ... 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 more shit 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 or catch the boat and guns out there ... But , and the car? They would know our data or rather mine ...

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

- I'm going upstairs, "I told my friend

- You're crazy, "he said

- We can not be here long, if the path clear us out of here fuck out ...

FLIGHT AND OUTCOMES

I was cautious in 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 peering a little, I saw the bodies lying by the police were six, two with gunshot wounds to the head and the other four, hanged in different beams. I gasped and I heard footsteps of someone running up from the cave, he was my friend with a bundle in his hand.

- What are you doing? Are you crazy? Leave it and come away!

- But if you told me to come up with a bundle and ... Gee! "Without another 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 your voice shouting to grab a pack and quickly rise to the house ...

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

- And you, why You got the picture? - I asked

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

- Gee! This is a fucking coke!

In the cassette: Bob Dylan, Blowing in the Wind

FIN