Zapatos rojos
Siempre tuve razón, cuando le decía a mi mamá que habia una mujer que visitaba mi habitación con los zapatos de tacón rojos de la vecina.
Cada mañana la vecina venía por sal, siempre pensaba en porqué ella no tenía ese ingrediente esencial para sus comidas en su cocina, pero mamá siempre muy amable le regalaba una taza con sal.
Al principio no lo tome en consideración pero luego empecé a sospechar, porque aunque no había mucha similitud entre ambas personas, siempre creí que eran las mismas.
Aquella noche sin embargo, mientras dormía escuché ruidos en la cocina, así que me levanté y fui a verificar que todo estuviera bien, pero créanme mejor me hubiera quedado dormida en mi habitación.
Aquella mujer que visitaba de noche mi casa, estaba en la cocina, sus ojos eran morados oscuros, su piel era verde pálida y la recubrían enormes verrugas, su hedor era insoportable y sus manos largas querían tocarme.
Intenté correr pero ella me detuvo, quedé paralizada, solo veía como se acercaba con sus brillantes y relucientes zapatos de tacón rojos, me envolvía con sus manos largas y frías y después de eso no recuerdo nada más.
Que aquellos zapatos rojos que siempre me dieron mala impresión ...
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Red shoes story 👠 👠
I was always right when I told my mom that there was a woman who visited my room wearing the neighbor's red high heels.Every morning, the neighbor would come over for salt. I always wondered why she didn't have this essential ingredient for her meals in her kitchen, but my mom was always very kind and would give her a cup of salt.
At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I began to suspect something, because even though there wasn't much similarity between the two people, I always believed they were the same.
That night, however, while I was sleeping, I heard noises in the kitchen, so I got up and went to check that everything was okay, but believe me, I should have stayed asleep in my room.
That woman who visited my house at night was in the kitchen. Her eyes were dark purple, her skin was pale green and covered with huge warts, her stench was unbearable, and her long hands wanted to touch me.
I tried to run, but she stopped me. I was paralyzed. I could only watch as she approached me in her shiny red high heels. She wrapped her long, cold hands around me, and after that, I don't remember anything else.
Those red shoes always gave me a bad feeling...
